Babysitter

Oh sorry. Are you ok?” That voice, that familiar voice. Blair ‘Blake’ Andersen, your old babysitter. She still looked amazing. Her resemblance to a young, somehow bustier Melissa Rauch, remained unchanged. You took her hand as she helped you up. “Sorry, I fell.” “Oh no, it’s all me. Are you ok?” “Y-yeah, thanks.” “I’m Blake, like Blake Lively, and you are?” You pause, trying to think of an acceptable name. “Ella.” You decided.

She beams. “I am on my to meet my wife and friends. Would you like to join us?” Honestly you had no other options, so you agreed to go with her. You saw some very familiar faces from your childhood. There was Alicia and Victoria Sinclair, a blonde and raven haired married lesbian couple. Alicia resembled Pamela Andersen, while Victoria looked like the news anchor whose name she shared. There was also Kaye Kwan, a brunette who resembled a taller and busier Carmen Electra and her wife Lilly Kwan, who looked like the news anchor whose name she shared. Liz and her wife Simone Patton, Simone resembled Flash actor Candace Patton, while Liz was a lookalike of news anchor , Michelle Pantaliano. Pamela and her wife Patricia Aoki, resembled Sin City’s Dominique Aoki and Big Bang Theory actor Aarti Mann. Samantha Spencer and her wife Hannah were also there. Samatha resembled Big Bang Theory’s Laura Spencer, while Hannah looked like Daryl Hannah. Candy and Blair Blake Andersen were dead ringers for the MCU Kat Dennings and Big Bang Theory’s Melissa Rauch. Also there were Jean and Maxine Fox, resembling Angelina Jolie and Megan Fox respectively. But there was one woman, you did not recognise. “And this is our friend Hallie Sweeney.” You shook a little as you shook her hand. You had never been more turned on. Hallie Sweeney’s hair was red with blonde streaks, but otherwise she deeply resembled the Madame Web actor.

After introductions, the girls began talking about various topics, you barely listened to. The bevy of beautiful lesbians not withstanding, it was just Hallie who kept your attention. “I am sorry to bother you all, but we need some chairs for other patrons. Is there any chance some of you could perhaps share?” “Of course.” declared Blair as she sat on Candy’s lap. The shorter lovers all fell soon, sitting on their beloved lap, while the waiting staff collected the spare chairs. When it came to you and Hallie, you blushed heavily before you took Hallie’s lap. You flushed as you could practically smell your arousal. Hallie giggled as she whispered in your ear “Thanks for this, cutie.” You wanted to give her a lap dance right now. You bit your lip as you lookup up at the tall redhead. She was beaming as she listened, before giggling at a comment made by Liz. You stare at her left hand and wander what it would feel like inside you. You feel heat pooling at your core. Hallie’s chest seemed to expand as you felt sharp tips at your back. You scream internally as you tentatively take her left hand. She doesn’t change any signs of reactions. What possessed you to do this, other than she is single and looked like Sydney Sweeney, you lower her hand to your leg.

You feel your heart be faster as her matching hand moves to your other leg. A beautiful woman is touching your legs. But the jeans are in the way. The ones tight against your cheeks, but too long. And your boxers. You know it’s crazy, borderline certifiable. But your body, or more specifically the organ between your legs, is throbbing for you to proceed. You shimmy as discretely as you can and managed to get those offensive coverings to your knees. You rest her hands in your bare legs and spread them. You hope she gets the very, unsubtle hint. To your delight, her fingers begin to travel against them, heading to the promise lands. You struggle to keep your mouth closed, your legs are pretty ticklish. Without warning, she goosed your ribs, making you squeal. Everyone turns to you and you blush, gratefully none can look under the table.

“Sorry everyone, just giving our new friend a little tickle.” Blair rolled her eyes before Candy made her squeal in return. A few teases follow, before conversation returns. You begin to close your legs, but she opens them, massaging your thighs. It is a struggle to keep from moaning. Then a finger gently runs the length of your entrance.

You almost moan, but managed to contain it. Then the finger lifts and a nail is scratching your sensitive entrance. You squeeze your hands against the table keeping you from exposure. It turns out you are extremely ticklish down there. And the **** grin on your face is plain to see as all you can do is to keep from howling. “Poor girl, so tickly. If you nod your head, I will do something far more fun. And you come home with me.” she whispered. You nod quickly as her nail lifts, to be replaced by the pads of her fingers as the tickling gives way to massage. It felt so good, you are struggling to keep from moaning.