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Gary F Woods

Hot loving babysitter

CHAPTER ONE

Ross Jordan paced nervously in the hall by the front door. He was waiting impatiently both for his wife to finish dressing and come down, and for the babysitter to arrive. Not that either his wife or the sitter was late, Ross was always impatient when it came time to leave. He shrugged and tried to calm himself. After all, Ali was always on time to sit. Poor thing, he thought. She'd probably never had a date in her life. Alberta Zimmerman was a tall, pale girl, skinny, shy, clumsy, with lifeless mousey light brown hair. She was a nice kid, too bad she wasn't better-looking or more vivacious.

Finally, the door chimes rang. Ross swung the door open, then gaped in an awed silence at the tall, sleek, golden-tanned beauty with rich, honey-blond hair and a pair of astounding tits that jutted straight out from her chest, pushing bet tee shirt out in a pair of cones in defiance of gravity. The girl was wiping sweat from her brow, panting lightly, and smiling shyly at him.

"I hope I'm not late, Mr. Jordan."

"Jesus Christ Almighty!" was all the astonished Ross Jordan could manage.

"Not really," the girl giggled. "It's Alberta Zimmerman, Ali. I'm supposed to sit for you tonight. Sorry I'm all hot and sweaty, I just finished track practice and didn't have time to shower and change. May I use your shower after you leave?"

Mrs. Jordan appeared. She glanced at the girl in pleased surprise. "Why Alberta dear, what a difference a summer can make! Do you know, you've become a real beauty. Jill bet you're going to be a heart stopper to all the boys in the high-school this fall."

"Thank you, Mrs. Jordan. I don't know, but I guess I have changed quite a bit this summer. I mean, I've grown another inch or two, and for the first time in my life I've gotten a decent tan. I kind of like the sun-bleached color of my hair, now. I think I'll try to keep it this way." Ali blushed and glanced down at her highly prominent tits. "I guess I've grown some other places, too."

Mrs. Jordan stared admiringly at the girl's tits and the rather large, stiffly erect nipples thrusting out from their tips, clearly visible through the thin cloth of Ali's tee shirt.

"That you certainly have, Ali dear, and delightfully so. I'm just going to have to get you over here some afternoon soon to tell me all about your summer." She turned to her husband, "Now, Ross, we'd better be on our way."

Jordan agreed, then told Ali. "I think you know where everything is. The refrigerator is well-stacked and Kent is up in his room I think he's fooling around with his home computer. Oh, and you know where the towels are. You can use either bathroom, whichever you prefer."

Ali thanked him. The Jordans went out of the door. As they strolled along the walk towards Mr. Jordan's car, Ali overheard them talking.

"How would you like to have a threesome with that, some night, Ross, dear?" Mrs. Jordan asked her husband.

"God! You fuckin' well better believe I'd like it! When I opened the door I didn't even know who the hell it was. Like in the fairy tale, it looks like the ugly duckling's turned into a swan. Jesus, Ali has become one sexy dish!"

Mrs. Jordan chuckled. "How'd you like to have your big, fat cock shoved up into her tight, juicy little pussy? And those legs! How'd you like to have them wrapped around you, squeezing you, grinding her cunt into your crotch?"

"Christ almighty, Tracy, cut it out," Jordan protested. "I'm getting such a hard-on I won't be able to stand up straight without bursting my pants!"

"Well, Ross, we really don't have to go out, we can go back to the house for a quick fuck first."

"Don't I wish. Shit! You know this deal tonight is important. It's more than just social."

Ali didn't hear Mrs. Jordan's reply, they were out of earshot. Ali had heard people talk dirty before, but she hadn't heard the Jordans do it. There was something about the way they were talking about her that made her feel all kind of warm and squirmy deep inside, and she could tell that the crotch of her panties was starting to get wet, just like that time at camp.

After closing the front door, Ali slowly climbed the stairs to the second floor, musing about the experience of a few weeks before that made her feel so funny.

Things had really begun to change at camp. Until halfway through the summer, boys and men had paid little attention to the scrawny, graceless, and unattractive girl. Although Ali had grown fast over the past several years, it had all been up. When it came to sexually maturing, that happened in what seemed to her about a month. She went away to camp flat chested, and slim-hipped and skinny. Now nobody could think of her as flat-chested, she had a gorgeous pair of high, full, thrusting tits that could make boys' mouths water from a block away, and her hips, although still slim, now had a sexy, womanly roundness.

One thing hadn't changed. Ali was still a virgin. Although she thought herself pleased to be a virgin, every once in a while that funny feeling deep in her guts would suddenly make her wish a handsome man, maybe somebody like Mr. Jordan or her own father, would hold her naked to his own naked body and hug her and kiss her and stick his thing into her. That's how she thought of it, his "thing". She couldn't yet bring herself to say "cock" or "prick", or even "penis".

Then, whenever she got those thoughts, Ali would start feeling all hot and flustered, and that oozing sensation in her crotch would make her all the more embarrassed.

At camp, on her birthday, the rest of the staff threw her in the lake, something they did at all birthday celebrations, a kind of tradition. Ali had worn a light summer dress with nothing except bikini panties underneath it. During the horseplay, most of the kids returned to the cabin, but Ray, the head counselor on whom Ali had a powerful but secret crush, stayed behind to help her out. When she came up out of the water, giggling and sputtering, the boy discovered that the water had made her dress almost as transparent as cellophane.

The shock of going into the cool water with her dress on, and the coolness of the evening air on her barely clad body caused something else to happen. Ray stared in open-mouthed wonder at Ali's amazing nipples which had come to a wondrous erection, forming stiff little spires that stuck out at least an inch from the tips of her beautiful tits. Something about those hard, slender little rods projecting from. Ali's wide, puffy aureolas made Ray want to wrap his lips around them and suck.

Ray, who was wearing only a light pair of running shorts, had jumped into the water beside Ali to help her back up onto the dock. The sight of her lovely body in the transparent dress had given him a tremendous erection that threatened to force its way right out, of his shorts. When he got behind Ali to boost her up so she could climb onto the dock, she lost her step and leaned backwards into him, her firm, round ass accidentally nesting into his groin. It took her a moment to realize what the hard, club-like thing was that was poking her in the crack of her ass. It was his cock!

Ali was surprised to find that she liked the feeling and she almost in reflex squirmed her ass harder into his crotch, thrilling at the feel of his rigid prick being forced deeper between the cheeks of her ass. Then, suddenly realizing what she was doing, she struggled to balance herself again, breaking contact.

Moments later, when both of the attractive young people were out of the water, laughing and shaking themselves like wet puppies, Ray suddenly turned serious.

"Ali do you have any plans for the rest of the evening?"

"Only to get to bed at a reasonable time. Why?"

"Would you like to come up to my cabin for a little while? I've got some beer and some soft drinks, and I snatched the rest of the cake from the mess ball."

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