Bad Babysitter

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The babysitter was stoned, horny as fuck, and dressed like a cheap slut. Yes, I was, especially the horny as fuck part. Calling my attire scandalous hinted at least some modesty. I was dressed for the weather, not the occasion. That is to say that, due to the oppressive heat and high humidity, I was barely dressed. My least-revealing article of clothing was my thin, spaghetti strap halter top. Tie-dyed in lavender and light green, it was made of very thin, soft, t-shirt cotton, just barely a step up from being woven from gauze.Even worse, or better, depending upon your point of view, my short shorts covered less flesh than most ladies’ panties. Cut high and short in the front, my fringed, ragged, threadbare, black, denim cutoffs would have advertised the color of my underwear, had I bothered with wearing any. The back matched the front, with the added enticement of a few flesh-revealing holes, exposing an easy third of my ass-cheeks.I wasn’t really babysitting, more like house-sitting. My friends, Angie and Josh, were in a bind due to a family emergency and needed me to look after their son, Adam, on his eighteenth birthday. Adam’s girlfriend of several months had just broken up with him—if discovering her grinding on another guy counts as breaking up—and his parents didn’t trust him enough to leave him on his own during his birthday weekend. It wasn’t so much that I needed to babysit the now-of-majority-age, young Adam; I needed to ensure that his parents didn’t return to a burnt-out husk that used to be their home. Angie was worried that he’d throw one of those Hollywood-movie, wild, teenage parties. At least they had an extensive wine collection, and, more importantly, their immaculate home had a pristine backyard with an inground pool.Angie’s written instructions: “no wild parties; make sure he eats well; he can have two drinks since it’s his birthday; smoke your reefer outside, please,” sat in my “overnight bag,” a brown paper sack, with the rest of my things. My other things mainly consisted of a non-lined, tan-through bikini in purple with paisley designs. The top was quite skimpy, merely two little triangles and some string. The bikini bottom was a high-waist, Brazilian cut that was almost too slutty to wear in public, almost. I wouldn’t be wearing it in public, though; I’d be wearing it to tease Adam Masters and his friends to ensure that he had a memorable birthday. I also packed a long, white t-shirt, one of my husband’s, as a cover-up for the sake of false modesty, as well as the aforementioned reefer.When I arrived, Adam was in a dour mood, filled with teenage angst. He insisted that he didn’t need “an overseer,” despite his parents’ decree to the contrary. When I climbed out of the car, all hot and horny, my hard nipples on display, my not-quite C-cup boobs swinging freely, he smiled and stared at me in lust. As I bent into my Volkswagen to retrieve my overnight bag, my firm, round, very-shapely ass sticking up and out, he was suddenly extremely enthusiastic about me hanging out for the weekend.His lecherous leers were less than subtle; his father, Josh, stared at me with lust, proving the adage, “like father, like son.” I saw off my friends, assuring them that I’ll take excellent care of young Adam, and immediately followed her rules to the letter, just not in spirit.“No wild parties doesn’t mean that you can’t have a friend or two over, Adam, so long as they behave themselves.”He was most appreciative of that.“Eating well doesn’t prohibit pizza. I’m a shitty cook, so I’ll be doing you a favor.”Two hours later, Adam was finally enjoying his birthday. His friends, Ataşehir Escort Allen and Mike, were outside with him, sitting at the edge of the pool, talking shit to each other, eating pizza, and passing a joint. I’d raided the wine collection, finding a little tin labeled “Mother’s Little Helper” hidden behind some wine bottles. It seemed that Angie wasn’t the conservative prude she pretended to be. My herb was better than hers, though, so I let hers be. I wondered if she knew her son had his own stash.Adam was a fine, robust image of youthful vitality and hormones. His shock of wild brown hair gave him a cute but scruffy look that went well with his pale blue eyes and lean muscles. Because it was so hot, he had only been wearing loose, camouflage shorts and sandals. Being quite young, he lacked the subtlety of more mature men, being too obvious with his lusty stares. What he lacked in social graces, he more than made up for with his constantly-hard cock. Younger guys might not be perverted enough for my liking, but they get hard on command and have speedy recovery times. Every time I’d stretch, bend, or even move, his jaw would drop, his eyes would sear me with their horny heat, and his cock would jump to attention, swelling impressively in his shorts.His two friends were a study in contrasts. Allen was a typical high school jock, quarterback type with perfectly cropped, short hair, medium-brown eyes, and statuesque muscles rippling through his body. His other friend, Mike, was a nerdy, basement-dweller type, portly, with a shaggy beard, an opulent face, and a little too boisterous in his speech and mannerisms. Nonetheless, I took great delight in teasing all three of them.Exhibitionism has gotten me wet and horny for as long as I can remember. Since all three young men were of majority age and my captive audience, I teased them mercilessly. Bending, stretching, maneuvering myself so they could see down my halter, and dropping innuendo every time I went out by the pool had gotten me so horny that I was pondering fucking all three of them. Trying to avoid a friendship-ending scandal, I teased instead.My buzz from the wine and smoke had my entire body tingling, my arousal adding incendiary fuel to those fires. My nipples were so hard that they throbbed with my pulse; my pussy was gushing gallons. The psychological effects of knowing they were hard for me were overwhelming. I love teasing, and they were the perfect audience, too timid and inexperienced to make a move and too smitten to be able to hide their reactions.Remembering Angie’s allowing Adam to have two birthday drinks, I filled my wine glass with a lovely vintage white and filled a quart-sized plastic cup with booze. Her instructions didn’t designate what size the drinks could be. Mixing it a little more than fairly strong, a copious amount of Jack Daniels Tennessee whiskey and cola filled the cup. Holding both my glass and his drink aloft as I walked out, I paused behind some shrubs, just out of view, when I heard the boys talking about me.“And those tits,” I heard Allen exclaiming. “There’s no way she’s wearing a bra, bouncing around like that, driving me crazy.”“Yeah,” Mike added. “When she grabbed a piece of pizza and bent over the table, you could see half her ass, and the way her cunt stuck out all puffy. Dude, you gotta go for some of that.”Adam laughed, then responded. “Sure, Krystal’s hot and all, but it isn’t like that. She’s a friend of the family. Besides, she’s married.”“Well, if you’re not going to do anything about that hot piece of ass, I will,” Mike confidently professed. Ataşehir Escort Bayan “The next time she comes out here, I’m gonna be all over that, really sweep her off her feet.”I emerged from behind the bushes, making sure to exaggerate every step, so my tits bounced, hips swinging deeply from side to side. “Really, Mike? I’m ready, come on. Sweep this hot piece of ass off her feet.”“Busted!” the other shouted. Mike turned fifty shades of crimson.“I’m sorry,” he stammered. “I didn’t mean anything; I was just…”“Locker-room talk, I get it.”Just to tease, I stopped and stood between Adam and the other two. I bent at the waist, sticking my ass out just inches from Allen’s face. My ward, the birthday boy, also had a great view. As I bent forward, his drink in hand, my halter gaped open, giving him a direct line of sight under my shirt, right to my bare breasts. His eyes were instantly riveted to my hard nipples. I just smiled at him, seductively.“Your mother said that you could have two drinks to celebrate being a legal adult, but she didn’t say how big it could be. Here’s your first one.”He took the overfilled cup of booze as I deftly plucked the joint out of his other hand. Toking deeply, I turned to the other two. Their heads snapped away from gazing at my ass so fast that I thought they’d given themselves whiplash.“I do have a nice ass, though, don’t I?” They sheepishly turned to me, nodding wordlessly. “Tell me, Allen, since you’re so close, does my pussy stick out all puffy?”He made a gurgling noise that sounded like a truncated growl, but that was all.I continued, straightening myself. “Oh, Adam, where can I change into my swimsuit? It’s so hot; look at me, I’m dripping wet from sweat. It’s just a tiny bikini; I hope you guys don’t mind.”Adam took a second to remove his hand from its position of covering his erection, so he could point at a window. “Right there, that bathroom.”I walked away, smirking at their communal groans.“Did you see that?” Allen asked as soon as I was out of sight. “That sweet ass was, like, right in my face.”“She has to be doing that on purpose,” Mike lamented. “I’m so hard right now.”“Not at all,” Adam lied for me. “She just doesn’t see us that way. I mean, why would she? We’re nowhere near her league.”“And she sure called you out on your shit, Mike.” Allen added. “she may be out of our league, but she sure loves to tease.”I had only just gotten started.My friends’ spacious home was a split-level layout. On the ground story, entering from the back, the kitchen gave way to a dining area on the right, a master bathroom just beyond. Off the dinette, an open doorway revealed a pristine living area, a comfy couch in front of a television about the size of the average theater screen. Stairs, both ascending and leading downward, were at one end of the living room. I’d already ventured downstairs to raid the wine collection. The lower level held a nice rec room with a full bar, and racks of wine on either side.Refilling my wine glass, leaving it on the immaculate, real stone kitchen counter, I hummed to myself as I headed into the bathroom to change, plotting all the ways I could tease my captive admirers. The bathroom seemed custom designed to facilitate my naughty impulses.The door opened near a wall, some towel racks just beyond. Beside the doorway was an open shower, no shower door or curtains, and the counter, complete with dual sinks and a huge, vanity mirror, lined the far wall. The exterior wall, across from me, held a huge window that overlooked the backyard and the pool. The window was open, curtains Escort Ataşehir pulled to either side and bound with matching curtain ties. As soon as I turned on the lights, thousands of lumens of crystal-white LED light illuminated the room, almost hurting my eyes. With the sun setting, there was no possible way that they couldn’t easily see into the room, in perfect detail, unless I closed the curtains.Leaving the curtains open, to not disturb the perfection of those ruffled tiebacks tied exactly symmetrically, I teased my nipples in extreme hardness and walked to the middle of the room. Facing the window, pretending that I couldn’t see them, the three teenagers had ceased their chattering and turned to face the window.“Don’t worry,” Adam said to his friends, oblivious to the fact that I could plainly hear him. “Those fucking lights are so bright in there that you can’t see outside. She can’t see us.”They snickered and sighed, elbowing each other. My lust-filled, sadistic smile grew larger. Standing up straight, so my tits would jut out, a dreamy look in my eyes, I thought about how horny I was making them, making myself. My arms crossed in front of me as I dropped my hands down to the hem of my halter. With agonizing slowness, one inch at a time, I leisurely pulled the shirt up, over my stomach, revealing my rib cage at a snail’s pace. Hearing them jostling around and commenting got me so wet that I could feel the hot juice oozing out of my pussy, soaking my shorts.As soon as I’d exposed the bottoms of my plump, high breasts to the bottoms of my areolas, I turned around to face the shower, my back to them. I wasn’t entirely evil; I made sure that they got just a glimpse of side-boob.“Turn back, turn back. Oh please, pretty please.” I heard a hushed voice rasping from beyond the window. I let myself laugh at that.Knowing that they couldn’t quite see my ass from their vantage, I bent over and pulled down my shorts. I straightened and turned myself, giving them another side-view glimpse of my boobs for less than a half-second, and retrieved my bikini. Tying the bottoms around me, ensuring that some of the very thin fabric was pulled into my pussy lips and that the back exposed enough of my cheeks, I held the top in my right hand, elbow bent upwards so that my arms and the top covered my tits from their anxious stares, and strolled past the window, delighting at their groans.In front of the mirror, I held up the skimpy bikini top. The material was so thin that I could see my fingers under the cups. I didn’t buy it because it was a thin, tan-through bikini that showed your nipples when dry and became very translucent when wet; I purchased it because I liked the colors. I spent longer than I should have in front of the mirror. I was so turned on that the fabric brushing against my breasts sent tingling pleasure up and down my entire body. I spent a long moment caressing myself before I tied the tiny bits of sheer, stretchy fabric over my tits.I turned off the light as I left, grabbing my wine on the way out. Pausing just short of the turn in the walkway that would reveal me to their eager, prying eyes, I smoked up a little and eavesdropped.“See, dude,” Mike was excitedly saying, “no bra. I bet she’s so hot that she wasn’t wearing panties, either.”“You need to get laid more than any man on the planet,” Adam teased. “Just chill out.”“Hiya boys. Miss me?” I came out of hiding. “How’s that drink of yours coming along, birthday boy?”“Umm, not even halfway through, yet. It’s pretty big and really strong.”“Sorry.” The tone of my response was suggestive and playful. “I just like them big and super-strong.” I ruffled his hair with my hand as I walked around the pool, showing off my figure, and climbed onto the diving board. Of course, one cannot properly tease if they don’t limber up, so some stretches and bending were in order. Three speechless, eighteen-year-old boys stared at me hungrily.

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