1. Paying The Babysitter


    Date: 8/4/2017, Categories: First Time, Mature, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    It had not been a good evening. I was dressed up to the nines and was looking my best. I'd drawn £100 from the bank and had headed out for my date. It had been a year, or very nearly, since my wife had walked out leaving me with our 3 year old son and I had been very much hoping that tonight would be my night. Of course, she didn't turn up. I returned home early, parked the car in the garage, and made my way past the back window of my house toward the back door. I stopped suddenly as I passed a gap between the curtains. Unsure as to what I'd seen I looked through the gap. Fiona, the babysitter, was sitting slumped back on the sofa in the semi-darkness, bathed in the glow of the television. Fiona's f****y lived three doors down and she was home on her first holiday from university. Students are never wealthy, so I'd paid her £20 (not a bad sum in those days) to look after Craig. Now she was gazing at the television, her skirt rucked up to her waist and her panties pulled aside. She had evidently found my porn videos. Fiona was quite short, with curves in all the right places. She had lovely curly blonde hair and crystal blue eyes along with peaches an cream complexion. Her left hand was already inside her loose cotton blouse and cupping her right breast. Her right had was stroking her trimmed blonde pussy and as I watched her middle finger probed inside while her thumb remained pressed against her lit. I imagined I could hear her moan through the glass of the window. Her ...
    strokes gradually became faster and she shut her eyes. I, on the other hand, had returned home thoroughly frustrated. I decided to share the frustration and strode to the back door. &#034Hello&#034 I shouted as I stepped into the kitchen. Craig was a good sl**per as a c***d. There were rapid noises from the living room followed by silence. A few moments later Fiona came into the kitchen, her face flushed and her skirt rumpled. &#034Mr Summers. You're back early&#034, she said. &#034Stood up&#034 I said as I opened the fridge door and took a cream cake from the shelf. &#034Oh&#034 she said. &#034That's a shame. People shouldn't do that&#034. &#034No, they shouldn't&#034 I said. I could have stopped there, but I'd been rehearsing my grievance all the way home and so I ploughed on. &#034And I really thought tonight could have been magical. I haven't been with a woman since Morag left and...&#034 Fiona didn't know what to say to that and just said &#034That looks like a nice cream cake&#034. I dipped my finger into the whipped cream and held it to her lips. She opened her mouth and her tongue took the cream as her lips closed around my finger. A drop remained on her lips and I wiped it off. We were standing very close together now and really without thinking I stroked her left flank, over her stomach and up to her breasts. Fiona suddenly pulled away. &#034I...I think I'd better go&#034. She was blushing furiously and without thinking I grabbed her hand and said &#034Fifty pound if ...
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