Hot Babysitter: Exclusive Must-Have Fantasy

So this hot babysitter thing actually happened to me last summer, and I still think about it when I’m alone. She was watching my little cousin, and I came home early to find her on the couch in these sheer nylons, legs crossed, just scrolling her phone like it was nothing. We got talking, and somehow the conversation drifted to how her feet were killing her after chasing a kid around all day. One thing led to another, and I offered to rub them. I didn’t expect her to actually say yes, but she stretched her legs across my lap and let me peel those nylons down slowly. The skin was warm, slightly damp, and she watched me the whole time with this half-smile that made my chest tight. I kissed the arch of her foot, then the heel, then between her toes, and she let out this tiny breath that told me she wasn’t stopping me. She pressed her soles against me through my jeans, then slid one foot down and started working me with both of them, slow and deliberate, while I kept kissing her ankles. I finished right there across her toes, and she just laughed softly, wiped them with a tissue, and said we should probably not tell anyone.