POV - Brent

Brent was washing the dishes as he waited for his wife to finish getting ready for their date. Hearing a soft sound behind him he turned with a smile expecting to find Melody entering to let him know it was time to go.

Instead he found their babysitter Lindsey leaning up against the doorway in what he hoped his wife would count as clothes.

“Oh Lindsey. I didn’t hear you come in. Um I believe my wife is upstairs and should be down soon.” Brent turned back to the sink in an attempt to distract his mind as well as hide his crotch incase it decided to betray some inner thoughts.

Lindsey walked across the room coming over to stand next to the counter.

“Yea, Melody let me in. She complemented my outfit. It was a gift for my 18th birthday.” Lindsey paused letting the fact that she was old enough to legally breed hang in the air “I would love to get a man’s opinion though. After all I’m a young girl and as much as I appreciate a woman’s opinion it’s really a man’s view that I’m after.”

Brent looked over at the young woman who smiled cheerfully at him with a slightly questioning expression on her face.

“Oh well, let me see”

“Please do” Lindsay leaned forward on the counter still smiling but now with a wicked twinkle in her eye. Her blouse already loose and revealing now fell away from her chest giving Brent a clear view down her shirt. Her breasts were firm and tight, pink nipples barely scrapping against the soft fabric as it moved with each gentle breath.

“So how do I look? Does my outfit suit me? Or is it a bit. to. much?” She said the last bit slowly while looking up at his face. “If it’s to much I guess I could be persuaded to take.. some.. off??” Lindsey giggled looking down at Brent’s tenting shorts “Actually I think I have my answer” she gave another small laugh and winked at him.

Brent felt his face burn “How had he let some simple teasing from a young woman get him so riled up? She was clearly loving her new sexual freedom and was probably just messing with him. He couldn’t hold it against her though, if he had a body as sensual as hers he would probably be doing the same.” Brent gave a self-continuous cough

“Yeah, what can I say. You look great”

“Just great?” Lindsey pouted.

Just then Melody called down the stairs “Honey? Can you come up and help me with my zipper?”

“Um yea! One sec” Brent moved to leave the room grateful for the excuse. As he did he tried hard to avoid looking at the wet dream standing in their kitchen. Unfortunately, as he walked by, his passage caused a stir in the air between their bodies carrying up a musky womanly sent. His eyes were immediately drawn to the young woman’s low skirt traveling across tight midriff, to her jutting hip bones, then down the smooth tight skin of her pelvis. His eyes kept on moving down until they reached the hint of pubic hair poking out from the top of her outfit. He felt his mouth go dry as his eyes snapped up to the knowing gaze of his babysitter.

Brent took one last sharp breath, embarrassed that he had been caught, again, looking where a married man shouldn’t. He quickly ducked his head as he mumbled an hasty apology and left the room to find his wife.

Lindsey smiled “Well… That was fun.”