James Wellington - The Young Baby-sitter

Molly was a young girl I'd noticed since moving into the neighborhood a month before. She had short, straight brown hair that hung down the sides of her face, a pert nose, and sometimes wore wire-rimmed glasses. Her small, but nicely rounded, breasts were molded high up on her chest, jutting out straight, firm, and slightly pointed. Her small, nicely shaped ass created sharp curves on her slender girlish body, and she looked incredibly sexy from behind. At the age of 13, almost 14, she still looked like a young girl, though her body was just beginning to develop the traits of a young women. She was at that in-between stage: no longer a girl, not yet a woman.

She had an easy laugh and a loose manner, and I could sense her budding sexual longings in her developing body. I found out later that she'd been very sexually active for almost two years and, though still quite young, there wasn't much she hadn't already experienced.

She was a regular baby-sitter for the young family across the street and I would often see her playing with the toddler in the yard. She'd glance across the street at me as I worked in my yard and we occasionally said 'hello' to each other, always with a big smile.

One day, I watched her cross the street and come up to the house.

"Hi, I'm Molly, the sitter across the street. Do you think you could come over and help me set up the pool? I just can't seem to get it right."

I gave her a big smile and let my eyes scan her nubile body, dressed in tight jeans.

"Sure," I said, and we headed across the street.

It wasn't really a big deal and we got it sorted out and set up almost right away. She explained that she sat for the young toddler all day several days each week, except on the weekends. As we worked together setting up the pool, occasionally our bodies bumped and touched, and each time it was like a spark jumped between us. The sexual energy seemed to crackle between us, and when nubile thirteen-year-old girl looked at me I could tell she felt the same thing.

We talked about how hot the day was going to be and the need to cool off.

When everything was set and the small pool was filling, Molly thanked me, her shy glance making her more attractive than ever. Then, she looked into my eyes with a decided boldness and asked if I wanted to come over later in the afternoon and cool off in the water, seeing how I'd done so much to help put it up.

I readily agreed. She told me to come over right after lunch time because that was when the child she sat for would be down for her nap. Then we'd have some free time.

After lunch I changed into my swim suit. I have two: a regular suit and a brief racing suit that I wear when I'm feeling adventurous. I put the racing suit on and a pair of cut-offs over them and headed across the street.

The back yard was surrounded by a large, solid wooden privacy fence about eight feet high. I found the gate and walked into the yard.

Molly was already laying out on a blanket near the small pool. She was lying on her stomach and, as I approached, looked up and turned over slightly, giving me a little welcoming smile. My cock gave a jolt. She was wearing one of those little bikinis, the kind that are held together with little strings. Two thin triangles of material barely cupped the roundness of her developing little breasts and another, slightly larger, triangle spread up over her smooth, round ass. I could see the bottom part was held together by two short strings tied together on the sides of her hips. She looked incredibly sexy.

If she was going to wear that, then I wasn't going to be shy about my brief racing suit. As I came up to her I paused, unsnapped my cut-offs, and threw them over on the grass, settling down on the blanket next to her.

"Hi," I said, "you look terrific in that suit."

"Thanks, I like yours, too." She couldn't miss the large lump of my semi-hard cock.

We talked for a little while. I sat next to her as she laid on her stomach. She had put her sun glasses on and I couldn't tell if she was looking at my prick or not. I sure couldn't take my eyes off her young, nubile body.

"Could you put some baby oil on my back?" I heard her say after a little while.

I got up on my knees beside her, took the bottle of clear oil and spread some on my hand. I began to rub it into her back, my hand sliding over the string that held her top on. She could tell it was getting in the way and reached back with one hand, pulled at the knot, and untied the two strings, letting them fall off onto the blanket next to her body. Now, I could easily spread the oily over her smooth back.

I began at her neck, gently kneading the softness of the back of her neck and shoulders, letting my fingers caress and tease her young body. I used the tips of my fingers along her spine, around her shoulders and upper arms and down her back, occasionally letting my finger tips slip down underneath her arms and along the smooth side of her little breasts.

The young girl felt incredibly good as I spread the oil over her slim, youthful body. My cock felt very hard, now, throbbing inside the brief suit I was wearing. The tip was beginning to push up against the elastic waistband and I knew if I moved too much it might slip out. Her head was laying on the blanket and was turned toward me. I couldn't see her eyes through her sun glasses, but felt her gaze as she stared at my prick.

Eventually, I began to work my way down her thirteen-year-old body, inch by sensual inch. I let my finger tips follow her spine down to her lower back and the swell of her round ass. Her bikini bottom didn't quite cover her behind completely, and the top several inches of the cleft of her ass ran up above her bikini bottom.

My hand slipped lower with each up and down movement as I spread the oil over her back. She hadn't said anything about stopping, so I wasn't about to. Down her spine, through the small of her back, and over the swell of her behind I worked the oil into her skin. My finger tips brushed the top of the cleft of her ass several times before I finally let my middle finger slip down a little more, sliding under the thin string that held her bikini bottoms on and slipping between the cheeks of her round behind.

"You have a great ass," I said quietly, my hand now freely roaming and caressing the narrow valley created by her butt cheeks, gradually working my way lower and lower underneath the thin material of her bikini.

I hadn't noticed it, but the tip of my cockhead had pushed up and under the waist band of my suit and had popped out.

"You have a nice cock," I heard the thirteen-year-old girl say with a slight giggle.

I shifted my weight a little so I could move my hand further down into the bottom of her swim suit and the move caused the head of my cock to slip completely free. It stood straight out the top of my suit, red and sticky from the drops of pre-cum juice that bubbled from the little hole in the tip.

The string holding her bottoms on was too tight and I couldn't get my hand any farther down the crack of her ass. With my free hand I reached down and pulled at the tie holding the left side together and gave a little tug. The knot pulled loose immediately, and my other hand slid down. I let my fingers play over the round undersides of her round little ass, my finger tips making little circles over the round smoothness of each little cheek.

Gradually, my fingers slipped lower along the crack of her ass, over her puckered little asshole and down, sliding over her little girl slit.

I could feel the softness of her pussy lips and knew right away that she had practically no pubic hair, just a little soft fur to tickle my fingers. I gently wiggled my finger back and forth over the folds of soft flesh, moving the thicker outer lips of her cunt back and forth, enjoying the sensation of fingering the young girl's pussy. She was already wet. I felt the oily wetness along her slit and it coated my finger tips as I gently rubbed them up and down, over her girl opening.