Curious SchoolGirl Gets Taken By Experienced Cougar

Title: “A Lesson in Lust: The Babysitter’s Arrival”

The doorbell chimed punctually at 6PM sharp. Lynda, the inexperienced but eager babysitter, stood on the porch of the Johnson residence, her school backpack slung over one shoulder. She adjusted her pleated skirt, hoping it wasn’t too short, and smoothed down her white blouse. Taking a deep breath, she rang the doorbell.

Inside, Sarah Johnson answered the door, her tall, curvaceous figure pouring through the opening. She wore a silk robe, loosely tied around her waist, the tops of her ample breasts peeking out from the partially opened front. Her hair was disheveled, as if she had just woken up from a late afternoon nap.

“Hello, Lynda. Please, come in,” Sarah purred, her voice low and alluring. She stepped aside to let the young girl enter, her eyes raking over Lynda’s nubile body appreciatively.

Lynda walked inside, slightly awestruck by Sarah’s appearance. “Hi Mrs. Johnson. How are you today?” she asked politely, trying to hide the flush creeping up her neck.

“I’m doing much better now that you’re here,” Sarah replied, closing the door behind them. “Let me show you to my room. I need you to tidy up a bit.”

They walked up the staircase, Sarah leading the way. Lynda couldn’t help but stare at the way Sarah’s robe clung to her rear, the silk molding to her curves seductively. She shook her head, trying to dispel the wandering thoughts.

Sarah’s bedroom was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to block out the late afternoon sun. Clothes were strewn across the floor – lacy bras, garter belts, sheer stockings. The air was thick with the musky scent of sex.

“You can start by making the bed,” Sarah instructed, sauntering over to her dresser. She picked up a sheer nightie and held it against her body, turning to face Lynda. “What do you think, sweetie? Does it make my tits look big?”

Lynda gulped, her eyes widening at the sight of Sarah’s breasts nearly spilling out of the flimsy fabric. She nodded weakly, unable to find her voice.

Sarah laughed, a deep, throaty sound. She dropped the nightie to the floor and sat on the edge of the unmade bed. “Why don’t you come here and help me with something else instead?”

Lynda hesitated, unsure of what to do. Her heart raced as Sarah crooked a finger at her, beckoning her closer. Slowly, she stepped forward until she was standing in front of Sarah.

Sarah reached out and guided Lynda’s hands to her breasts. “Don’t be shy, pet. I want you to touch me.”

Lynda’s breath hitched as she felt the soft flesh of Sarah’s breasts filling her hands. She could feel the hardening of Sarah’s nipples against her palms. Tentatively, she began to knead the warm mounds, her body responding to the unfamiliar sensation.

Sarah’s breath quickened, her eyelids fluttering closed. “Mmm yeah, that’s it. Now be a good girl and put those pretty lips of yours to work.”

Lynda obeyed, bending down to take a rosy nipple into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the stiff peak, savoring the taste of Sarah’s skin. Her hand drifted down to Sarah’s thigh, fingertips tracing the edge of the silk robe.

Sarah let out a low moan, her hips twitching slightly. “Unbunch the robe, baby. I want to feel your fingers on my skin.”

Lynda’s hand slid beneath the silk, gliding over the smooth expanse of Sarah’s inner thigh. Higher and higher she went, her fingertip brushing against the lace trim of Sarah’s panties. Heat radiated from Sarah’s body, urging Lynda on.

“Rub my pussy, Lynda,” Sarah commanded, her voice rough with desire. “Feel how wet I am for you.”

Lynda’s fingers pushed the gusset of Sarah’s panties aside, sinking into the slick folds. She stroked along the seam, finding the swollen bud of Sarah’s clit. Slow circles were all it took to coax a moan from Sarah’s lips.

Sarah’s hand guided Lynda’s head, pressing her deeper into her cleavage. “Suck harder, darling. Make me cum with your filthy mouth.”

Lynda obeyed eagerly, sucking and licking at the turgid peaks. She dipped a finger inside Sarah’s hot channel, her digit met with a vise-like grip. In and out she pumped, her movements growing more confident as Sarah’s hips rocked against her hand.

Sarah’s head fell back, a keening cry tearing from her throat. Her body convulsed, back arching off the bed as the orgasm crashed over her. Lynda’s finger was flooded with Sarah’s essence, the sweet sticky fluid coating her hand.

“Need… need your pussy too,” Sarah panted, pulling Lynda up to straddle her thigh.

Lynda groaned as she felt Sarah’s strong thigh push against her aching center. She ground down, seeking delicious friction against her clothed sex. The friction was delicious, the pressure building in her core.

“Unbutton your blouse,” Sarah instructed breathlessly. “Let me see those pretty tits.”

Lynda scrambled to obey, her fingers fumbling with the buttons in her haste. The white blouse fell open, revealing her pert breasts encased in a pink satin bra. Sarah peeled the cups away, freeing the taut pink nipples. She rolled and pinched them, each tug zinging straight to Lynda’s throbbing sex.

Lynda rode Sarah’s thigh harder, her panties soaked through. She could feel the heat building low in her belly, the familiar pressure coiling tighter and tighter. “I’m… I’m close,” she panted out.

“Then come for me baby,” Sarah purred, sliding a hand into Lynda’s panties. “Drench my fingers with your sweet cum.”

The feel of Sarah’s fingers delving into her soaked, sensitive folds pushed Lynda over the edge. Her body went rigid, a silent scream on her lips as ecstasy tore through her. Sarah worked her through the aftershocks, slowly gentling her until she collapsed against Sarah’s chest.

They held each other, one babysitter and one babysitter’s hot mom, basking in the afterglow. Later, much later, they would leave the bed and go finish their chores. But for now, they had the rest of the afternoon to laze away, marveling at the new friendship they had forged.

The Lesson in Lust Naughty Story Continues