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The Babysitter’s Temptation

Emma, a 19-year-old college student, had taken on the job of babysitter for the Smith family to make some extra cash. Mr. and Mrs. Smith were a pleasant couple in their mid-30s with two delightful children, 6-year-old Timmy and 4-year-old Sophie. They often went out for date nights, leaving Emma in charge of watching over their little ones.

One particularly warm summer evening, the Smiths had plans to attend a fancy dinner party. Emma arrived at their upscale suburban home right on time, greeted by Mrs. Smith who was still getting ready. “Oh, Emma, thank you so much for coming on such short notice. We’re running a bit behind schedule. Could you watch the kids and make sure they have their baths? Dinner’s in the fridge for you,” she said, hurrying off to finish her preparations.

Emma nodded, closing the door behind her. She could hear the faint murmurs and laughter of the children coming from the living room. Walking in, she found Timmy and Sophie playing with their toys on the plush carpet.

“Hey there, you two! Are you excited for your playdate with your babysitter tonight?” Emma asked brightly. The kids cheered and came running to her, hugging her legs.

“Now, let’s get you cleaned up for bed, shall we?” She ushered the children towards the bathroom, running them a warm bath. As she went to help strip them out of their clothes, Emma felt her gaze linger a moment too long on Timmy’s bulging shorts.

Swallowing hard, Emma quickly looked away, shaking off the thought. What was she thinking? These were young children, her charges. She needed to maintain a professional demeanor.

Nevertheless, as Emma ran the washcloth over Timmy’s smooth skin, she couldn’t help but notice the innocent, growing bulge between his legs. She practically gasped as she rinsed him off, accidentally brushing against his crotch with the cloth.

“Oops, sorry honey! Let’s get you dried off,” Emma said in a shaky voice, quickly wrapping one of Mrs. Smith’s fluffy towels around Timmy’s hips. She did the same for Sophie, ushering them both into their pajamas before tucking them into bed.

“Emma, will you tuck us in too?” Sophie asked, her big blue eyes pleading up at her. Emma smiled, kneeling down and pulling the colorful blankets up to their chins. She leaned in and kissed them both on the forehead.

As soon as she had wished the children sweet dreams and left their door slightly ajar, Emma let out a shaky sigh. Her chest felt tight and a rush of heat had gathered between her own legs. With a tentative hand, she slid under the hem of her own shorts before gasping at the wetness she found there.

“Oh god,” Emma groaned, sinking down to perch on the edge of the guest room bed. “What is wrong with me? They’re just kids…” And yet, her pussy throbbed, her molten arousal coating her fingers. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

She glanced nervously towards the door, listening. No sounds of little feet padding down the hallway. The children seemed settled. Emma knew she should leave this alone, but the ache between her legs was insistent. With a whimper, she slipped her hand fully into her panties, stroking her plump, puffy lips.

Her other hand drifted under her baby tee shirt, finding a pebbled nipple. Emma bit her lip, pinching and rolling the sensitive bud as she plunged two fingers into her soaking pussy. Her imagination ran wild, picturing Timmy’s bulge, wondering what he looked like under those shorts, fully grown and hard…

“Ohhh fuuuck…” Emma panted, pumping faster, squeezing her tit and frigging her hungry cunt. She’d never felt so wild, so desperate. Her inside walls clenched and rippled around her fingers as she chased her climax.

Suddenly, she froze, head whipping towards the door. She thought she heard the sound of small feet hitting the hardwood out in the hall. Emma scrambled to yank her hand out of her shorts, her face burning with conflicting embarrassment and arousal.

She’d have to stop the kids from coming in here and seeing the look on her face. But as she moved to stand, her legs felt weak, shaky. The unfamiliar surge of forbidden lust made her head spin.

The tension in the house was thick with Emma’s secret shame and longing. She didn’t know how she would survive the rest of the night…|