Flirty Babysitter Learns To Play the Skin Flute

The sultry summer heat wafted through the open window of the quiet suburban home, carrying with it a symphony of cicadas and distant lawn mowers. Inside, a young, curvaceous babysitter lounged on the plush couch, her sundress riding up to reveal the tantalizing curve of her thigh. She glanced at the clock on the wall, noticing it was much later than anticipated. Where could the neighbor’s prim and proper son, Timmy, have wandered off to?

Scrolling through her phone, the babysitter sighed, wondering what to do with herself. She placed her phone down on the coffee table with a sigh, the screen still displaying a paused video of a voluptuous woman pleasuring herself with an unusual instruments, something she had been about to watch more of. The babysitter’s eyes kept flicking back to her phone, an innocent glint sparking into titillating curiosity. With the house empty and the day stretching into boredom, she decided there was no harm in indulging a bit.

Clicking “play”, she watched intently as the woman on the screen inserted a long, thin flute between her glistening folds. The babysitter’s eyes widened in surprise and intrigue as the woman began to carefully glide the instrument in a few inches and then slowly pull it back out. The sitter felt an unexpected tingle between her legs as she watched the woman work the flute in rhythm, clearly experiencing pleasure by using the instrument in such a way. It was a far cry from the typical use of the musical device, to be certain, but the babysitter found her mind racing with salacious new interpretations of any flutes’ purpose.

The sultry sounds of the woman’s moans and the skilful manipulation of the flute filled her ears with music like none she’d ever experienced before. Growing more and more aroused, the babysitter’s fingers began to drift down her own body. She could feel the heat gathering where she absolutely should not be touching in her charge’s home. But the sight of the woman’s naughty show was doing funny things to the babysitter’s body and mind.

She decided that if others weren’t around, she’d just have to experiment with playing this tune herself. The babysitter glanced around to ensure she was alone before slipping a hand under her skirt. She pressed between her soft, plump thighs, seeking out her needy nub. With any luck, she could finish up before Timmy returned home. She imagined how his mischievous blue eyes would stare in disbelief if he walked in and saw his sweet babysitter playing the skin flute like a red-hot flutist.

After giving her clit a few quick circles, the babysitter groaned, the cotton fabric of her panties already growing damp. Slipping two fingers beneath the waistband, she quickly shoved them in and out a few times, and then saw fit to swap out her digits for a real instrument. She lifted her tight, round ass off the couch and slid the soaked panties down to pool around her ankles. The movement gave her ample cleavage a nice, healthy heave. The babysitter smirked, reveling in the feeling of freedom.

She carefully licked her fingers before reaching down to circle her clit, groaning at how swollen it was already. The babysitter arched her back, rubbing big circles into her sensitive flesh, imagining how good it would feel to have more than just fingers working her over. Perhaps in the future, she will able to discover the joys of “for real” instrument additions. For now, good ol’ fashioned fingering will just have to do.

The springs squeaked as the sitter rolled her hips in desperation. She circled her entrance with her slick fingers, the satiny heat urging her to plunge them deep inside. With a soft moan, she shoved her digits in, relishing in the tight, slick grip around them. She began pumping rapidly, curling her fingers just right, aiming for her most sensitive spot over and over again. Her other hand came up to squeeze her breast through the thin sundress fabric, rolling the aching nub between her fingers.

The sitter’s breathing grew heavy and ragged, her cheeks flushed with arousal. She was so close, her release begging to be unleashed. With a few more shoves into her dripping core and flicks over her clit, the babysitter came with a loud cry. Her head lulled back against the cushions as she rides out her orgasm, her fingers still pumping away.

When she finally comes down from her intense high, she feels completely shaken in the best way. Her body hums with newfound knowledge and raw lust. She slowly slides her fingers from her thoroughly used sex, gasping a bit at the over-sensitivity. Before she loses her nerve, the babysitter takes the Seagull little skin flute and presses it between her wet folds, just the way she saw it in the video. She rocks her hips experimentally, something inside her stirring to life with the novel touch of the instrument.

“Oh my god,” she moans, tentatively starting to thrust and pulling it out. “That feels incredible!”

She soon finds a rhythm that sets her nerve endings ablaze with pleasure. The smooth wood feels exquisite rubbing her inner walls. She pistons it faster and faster, reveling as the cool breeze from the open window conditional upon her slick heat. The babysitter gently pinches and tugs at her stiff nipples through her dress as she pounds the instrument into herself with abandon.

In one swift move, she yanks her dress down, freeing her large, heaving breasts. “Ahhh fuck…” she cries, licking and sucking at the rosy peaks. The new sensations are wonderful, threatening to make her explode like a firework.

Her clit throbs, begging for attention. Releasing one of her breasts, she pins it between two fingers and rubs it in quick circles. “Oh my god…” is all she manages to gasp before she shakes from a powerful orgasm. Her juices drench the flute, splattering on her thighs and the couch below. Her chest heaves as she comes down, blinking up at the ceiling in wonder.

“I’ve got to go look for real sales, invest in a better instrument,” she thinks out loud. But she couldn’t keep from smiling after her first major prenatal experience using the seagull little skin flute. Wiping herself down, the babysitter purrs to herself before laying back down. She had Timmy, and her charge’s sexy parents, to thank for leaving time for some self-loving skin flute mornings and keep experimentatives