Babysitter Naked

Babysitter Naked: My Erotic Sex Story

It was just another typical Tuesday night and I was just settling into my favorite spot on the couch to catch the latest episode of my favorite show on Netflix. Little did I know, this night would end up being one of the most memorable of my life.

My phone suddenly rang, and I scrambled to answer it before it woke my sleeping kids. It was my best friend, calling to see if I could take a last minute shift as a babysitter for her kids. She offered to pay me double the rate, and I agreed without thinking.

With my two small children nestled in their beds, I headed out for a one-night babysitting job. I arrived at her home, which was surprisingly well-decorated, with all the kids tucked into their beds, sleeping peacefully. I knew I didn’t have to worry about them, as my friend had a top of the line camera system and all the doors were locked.

I had just settled into my seat to finish the episode I was watching when I heard a sound coming from the other room. I crept over to investigate and there, standing in the middle of the living room, was my friend’s husband. He had a mischievous smirk on his face, and it only grew wider when he saw me.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he said, his voice deep and inviting. “I thought I’d come over to surprise my beautiful wife, but you’re here.”

I quickly composed myself and replied, “It’s okay, I don’t mind.”

He came closer and asked if he could take my coat, and without thinking I handed it over to him. His hands lingered on me for a moment too long, and I could feel my heart racing. He walked away and came back with a glass of champagne.

“I thought this might help us relax,” he said.

I smiled and took a sip, and he soon joined me on the couch. We chatted for a while, and his gentle, flirtatious energy made me feel safe and secure.

As time passed, the conversation became more intimate. He told me that he had been wanting to be with me for a while, and I felt myself beginning to blush with pleasure.

“Do you want to go upstairs?” he asked, his voice low and full of desire. I nodded, unsure of what I was getting myself into. He took my hand and led me to his bedroom.

He lit a few candles, and then took my hand. His touches were electric and they made my body tingle. He pulled me onto the bed and gently removed my clothes. Before I knew it, I was standing there, completely naked.

He caressed my body and planted tiny kisses down my neck and onto my breasts. His hands moved lower, exploring every inch of me. His lips moved in sync with his fingers and I felt my arousal heighten with each passing minute.

He began to enter me, and with each thrust, I felt my body become enveloped by pleasure. His hands moved to my hips and his mouth found mine in a passionate kiss. We moved together as one, and orgasms quickly followed.

We lay in each other’s arms, both exhausted from the pleasure we had just experienced. I got dressed, and he walked me to the door with a final kiss for goodnight.

As I headed home, I kept replaying the night in my mind. I had never expected to be so overcome with passion for a married man. But as I glanced at the clock, I realized that it was also the best night of babysitting I had ever had.