Doing the Babysitter

John was running late; the last thing he wanted was to have to pay the babysitter for staying late. It sucked that his wife had left him just when things were looking up but he consoled himself with the fact that she did not take the boy with her when she left. It was not an easy life these days but he wanted to make it work and not just for his son's sake but his own. John had found the babysitter through the wife of a friend of his; her name was Tracy King an attractive blond just out of high school. Without thinking he agreed to have her babysit his son on a trial basis and so far everything seemed to be going just fine. Things were about to change.

On this particular night John's job required extra work on a balky machine that kept him from leaving his job at 5PM, he called Tracy and asked her to stay later than six. "I promise to drive you home," he said before returning to work. The night had gone longer than he expected and the rain that fell made his drive home even slower than he would have liked.

Upon arriving at home John rushed up the path to the front door and quickly let himself in. Cursing the weather and the time he moved further into the house where he saw Tracy asleep on the sofa. It was the first time that he actually looked at Tracy as more than just a pretty face. He could not take his eyes off of her breasts as the rose and fell pressing firmly against the t-shirt that she was wearing. "Get your mind out of the gutter John," he said to himself. "You are old enough to be her father." And yet his eyes wandered over the girl's firm shapely body and he found himself wondering if she had a boyfriend.

As much as he wanted to let Tracy alone he knew he had to wake her up. "Sorry that I'm so late," he said as he shook the girl's shoulder lightly. John found himself suddenly wanting to touch her breasts and to move his hands over her body but he managed to restrain himself. "I can fix you some food before I drive you home after all it is getting late."

Tracy sat up and stretched her arms over her head unaware that in so doing her shirt stretched tight against her firm breasts. "That sounds good to me Mr. Doe," she said as she got up and moved toward the kitchen. She was pleased to see that Mr. Doe left her extra money for being late. "Your son behaved himself today," she said as she sat at the kitchen table drinking a glass of milk. That news pleased Mr. Doe but there was something else that she noticed about Mr. Doe that she had not noticed before, there was a slight bulge in the front of his pants that he was trying to hide from her.