It had been a long day at work, and all I wanted was to come home, relax, and enjoy some peace and quiet. But the moment I walked through the door, I heard something strange—soft moans coming from upstairs. I paused, confused. My wife was out of town, and the house should have been empty… except for the babysitter.
Curious and a little concerned, I tiptoed up the stairs and pushed open the door to my bedroom—and there she was. Aubree Valentine, our 18-year-old babysitter, lying on her back in the middle of my bed, completely naked, her legs spread wide, fingers deep inside her shaved pussy, and a purple dildo lying on the sheets beside her. Her soft moans echoed through the room as she played with her natural tits and rubbed herself sensually, lost in the moment.
She gasped and sat up when she saw me, eyes wide and full of panic. “I–I’m sorry! I didn’t think anyone would be home!”
I should’ve been angry. But instead, I felt something else—turned on. The way her brunette hair fell around her flushed face, the way her chest rose and fell as she caught her breath. She looked so innocent, yet so damn tempting.
I shut the door behind me. “You’re already in trouble, Aubree,” I said, stepping closer. “But if you’re gonna sneak into my bed and play with yourself… you better know how to handle more than a toy.”
Her lips parted, but no words came out. Instead, she sank to her knees and unzipped my pants, showing she understood exactly what kind of lesson I had in mind.
Her blowjob was sloppy and eager, her tongue exploring every inch like she’d been waiting for this moment. I grabbed her by the hips and tossed her onto the bed, sliding into her tight, wet hole as she moaned louder than before. Her body fit perfectly beneath mine, and when she climbed on top and started riding me reverse cowgirl, I knew I wasn’t the first man she’d teased like this—but I’d definitely be the one she remembered.
By the time we were done, she was breathless and shaking, her body coated in sweat, her moans still echoing in my ears. I leaned in close and whispered, “Next time… just ask.”