Babysitter’s Helping hands

Note: all characters depicted are 18 or older.

Jake juggled the bottle, the dirty diaper and a chest full of frazzled new father nerves. The baby was always relentless just before bed, but tonight felt extra challenging. His wife Jennifer slept through it all however, snuggled under a warm blanket of pain killers and disinterest. She was never into the idea of children after all but gave in after talks of divorce came up. But at this point, he might as well have been a single dad.

The releaving sound of the front door opening assured Jake that help had finally arrived. “Hey Peyton, I’m up here honey” he shouted as he bounced the shrieking infant in place. The diminutive frame of the babysitter came rushing in to the rescue. Her hands quickly clasped around his as she promised “shhhh, no don’t cry it’s ok, mommy Peyton is here now..”

She spoke to the infant but Jake felt the soothing words speaking to him just the same. Slim hands found their grip as her fresh lipstick whispered their loving assurances. Jake collapsed like a sack of potatoes into the feeding chair next to the crib as she worked her magic. Within moments, peace returned to the room - Silence cut into the bouts of cooing as Peyton‘s skillful nurturing took over.

Staring at her white short skirt, his eyes followed the powderpuff blue stripe running up the side. It gently led his heavy eyes to rest on the few inches of bare flat tummy that separated her skirt from her crop top shirt.

“God, you’re gonna be such a good mother..” he said, warmly staring at the longing parts of her body. The smile shot back at him radiated from a girl who wanted to hear that more than anything. “Thanks Jake, this is where I’m the happiest.. us three together..” she fawned at the idea that had been plaguing her for weeks.

Flying high on his complement, she floated between his chair and the crib according to plan. She knew she was inches away as she bent over the crib, reaching over to put the now sleeping little one to bed. Her warm youth glowed in the darkened room as she stretched onto her tippy toes to reach over the rail. Untied sneakers revealed pink frilled ankle lace socks that matched the thin strip fabric peaking out from under her skirt.

“Jake, I need you - can you grab the blanket? I can’t.. do this without you.”

He stood up stiffly behind her, right arm reaching over her right shoulder. His tight bulge reminded him how he hasn’t cum in days, terrible ideas brewing inches away from Peyton‘s giving body. She pulled her hair back over her shoulder as her soft neck raised closer to his nose, reminding him what a girl in heat smelled like. His left hand crept to the crib rail for support, thumb grazing the skin underneath the edge of her skirt.

“Are you.. going to give it to me?” She whispered cautiously, never having had Jake been this close before. His hand brought the blanket towards her, but she ignored it. Instead she slowly pushed her body off of the rail and into his pressing bulge.

He froze for a moment, having gone further than he thought he would ever go. Slowly, the small micro gyrations of her hips pressing into his began to synchronize together. Jake‘s left hand hungrily spread fingers out over her flat stomach, his index finger teased at her mini mall kiosk belly button piercing. With authority, his bent knees met the crib rails as he pressed more into her body, returning the dance that they had begun together - he could not turn back.

“Peyton, is this what you want?” He nervously asked.

“Jake.. you know what I want” she assured him. She warned him, “I’m capable of anything to get it..” Her fingers weaved over his left hand, pushing them both tightly into her belly. Her next words muttered under her breath, gasping quietly. Whipping her head back with eyes closed, he could see the expression on her lips. The slight quivering response continued..

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