The Sitter
By only the strong


The following is purely fantasy. If you like my stories...read on...if 
not...don’t.


The babysitting service said that she would arrive at my house at promptly 
7:00PM and the knock on the door confirmed that she was at least, punctual. 
My son Zane, and I, answered the door to a pleasant young female named Tina. 
She was very tall, a bit frumpy looking in a sweat suit and running shoes, 
which did nothing for overweight body. She wore her hair pulled back and the 
glasses on her face completed the frumpy ensemble. My son Zane, who at 10yrs 
old was already angered by my insisting on a babysitter, took an instant 
liking to her. She came highly recommended, with references supplied by fax 
from the service, and I felt comfortable with her demeanor. We all adjourned 
to the living room to discuss the arrangements. I did notice that she seemed 
at least as tall as my 5”10”, but it was difficult to tell her true height 
as she walked with a slump to her shoulders and was carrying a number of 
books which she clutched to her chest. I thought it was cute that she was a 
little shy about being overweight and was subconsciously hiding it from me. 
We had already agreed on fees, and I informed her of Zane’s bedtime at 
9:00PM, and told her that she had the run of the house and to help herself 
to one of the spare bedrooms if she got tired. Being a single dad was 
difficult, I informed her, and I hoped that this was the start of a mutual 
friendship in which Zane and I could use her exclusively as a sitter. She 
smiled at that and said that she was hoping for the same. I kissed Zane 
goodnight and was surprised that Tina got up, of course with her books 
across her chest still and gave me a peck on the cheek and wished me a 
pleasant evening.

As I exited the house, I was surprised that her little kiss had aroused me 
somewhat, and that she smelled very pleasant. I got in to my car and enjoyed 
a small laugh that a seventeen-yr old girl had an effect on me, and an over 
weight and kind of frumpy one at that. I decided it was from excitement of 
my first date that I was going on in some months since I took legal custody 
of Zane from my ex-wife. Paula was a girl from a client’s office, and I was 
very attracted to her, and anxious to restart my social life. I picked her 
up and we were off to dinner and a party.

Paula was very attractive, and attentive at dinner, but I wasn’t having the 
same kind of vibes that I had felt about the date earlier. We had a nice 
conversation and seemed to be getting along well, but there was no spark 
from either of us. We attended the party to make the rounds, and shake hands 
with all of our coworkers and friends. We had agreed on the way to the party 
to call it a short evening. I think we were both letting each other down 
thoughtfully. At the party I overheard her telling one of her friends that 
she found me attractive, but was angry that I seemed to be somewhere else in 
thought and not interested in her. She was right. I was being the worrying, 
doting father, but didn’t want to bore her with that. Early on in the party, 
she asked if it was okay if she hitched a ride with a girlfriend, and I 
agreed politely. Well, so much for my big night out on the town. I 
dejectedly headed for home at a daring, devil may care time of 10:00PM. I 
laughed at myself, and promised that I would make sure and apologize to 
Paula and explain why I was so distant when I saw her next. She was 
attractive, and who knew, maybe there was a sliver of hope left.

I pulled into the drive at 10:30PM and noticed that the lights in the living 
room were still on. Good, I thought, maybe Tina would enjoy a bowl of 
popcorn and a video movie with a boring 35yr old man. I was paying her till 
1:00AM, and at least it would give us a chance to see how things went with 
her and Zane. I entered the house and saw her sitting at the glass table in 
the kitchen nook. She had taken off her shoes and sweat pants and was 
sitting in a pair of running shorts while studying. She looked up and smiled 
as I entered the kitchen area, and asked me how my night went, and why I was 
home so early. I explained that my date was kind of a flop, so I came home 
early. I brought us both a can of soda from the fridge and sat across from 
her. I asked what she was studying, and if things had gone well with her and 
Zane. She said, “ Zane and I got along great and he went to bed begging to 
stay up and wait for his dad.” She also informed me that she had graduated 
from high school one year ahead of schedule, and was attending the local 
university on an academic scholarship. The open biochemistry book on the 
table confirmed my earlier impression of her being a bit of a bookworm. I 
asked her if she would like to share a bowl of popcorn and watch one of the 
movies I had rented for her, and was pleasantly surprised when she said, “I 
would love to be your date for the evening Mr. Martin.” I laughed and got up 
to make the popcorn and asked her to check on Zane and to grab some throw 
pillows from the den and we could sit on the floor and enjoy a good old 
fashion video date. She hopped up from the table and exited leaving me only 
a glimpse of what appeared to be two very muscular and tan legs. I thought I 
was seeing things, but the glass table may have distorted my view of them.

I made a batch of gourmet popcorn, ha, microwave of course, and headed into 
my room to change into more comfortable clothing. I changed into a pair of 
loose sweat pants and a t-shirt. I checked my self in the mirror. I was 
still in excellent shape and had retained all of the muscle from my younger 
days, and worked out religiously to keep my washboard abs in shape. I am not 
sure why I cared what I looked like to the babysitter, but just the same, I 
dabbed a subtle bit of cologne to my face to complete my attractive old guy 
image. I headed for the living room with popcorn and sodas in hand.

Tina was sitting on the floor with her back propped against the front of the 
couch, still wearing her big sweatshirt. I placed a throw pillow beside her, 
leaving a comfortable distance between us and placed the popcorn bowl and 
the drinks between us. She started the movie, and I sat down to enjoy the 
movie and reflect on my failed date with Paula. She had laid a blanket 
across her legs, so I was still unable to tell if my earlier glimpse was 
indeed a figment of my imagination. I did notice, however that her feet were 
actually a couple of inches past mine as we sat in basically the same 
adjacent positions on the floor. I was also surprised to notice that they 
were quite large, tan and very sexy. My own feet which were size 10 1/2 
looked at least 2 sizes, if not more, smaller than hers. We watched the 
latest Jean Claude Van Damme movie, without much conversation, and with me 
guiltily stealing glances at this young woman's sexy tanned feet. She 
removed the blanket from her legs about half way thru the movie, and I 
nearly gasped out loud when I saw the Muscular, tanned definition of her 
calves and thighs. Her legs were longer and thicker than my own, with 
muscular definition that rivaled any contestant in Ms. Olympia competitions. 
I tried to hide my glances and hoped that the lights’ being off was 
disguising my growing erection. I was completely flustered and was getting 
very aroused as she rubbed the shin of one of her legs with her beautifully 
manicured foot from the other leg. I got up and excused myself for a moment, 
while desperately trying to hide my ridiculously large erection that was 
sticking straight out like a flagpole from my groin. She said she would 
pause the movie as I clumsily exited the room, mumbling an excuse about 
needing to use the rest room. I closed the door behind me in the restroom 
and stared down at my throbbing cock, as it threatened to burst thru the 
material of my sweat pants. Thank god, I wasn’t wearing underwear, or I 
probably would have snapped my cock in two by restraining it. I pulled my 
pants down and stared in disbelief at the size and hardness of my erection. 
I couldn’t ever remember being this turned on. A knock on the bathroom door 
startled me. “ Are you okay in there Mr. Martin?”, she asked. I hastily 
blurted out that I was fine and that I would be out momentarily. “Something 
I ate at the party must have upset my stomach”, I added lamely. I heard her 
pad off into the living room. After a quick, very cold shower and minutes of 
thinking about very ugly old women, I was finally able to exit the bathroom. 
I returned to the living room and lowered the lights a little more in order 
to hide my embarrassment. I noticed as I sat down that she had moved our 
pillows a little closer together, but thankfully the popcorn and our drinks, 
which she had thoughtfully refilled, remained between us.

She re-started the movie, and I concentrated on watching the movie with 
renewed vigor. I continued to steal glances at her wonderful legs, but was 
managing to keep from getting completely aroused again. I couldn’t believe 
that someone with such an out of shape upper body could possibly have legs 
like these. That's when she dispelled another of my misconceptions about 
her. I sensed her movement and tried to concentrate on the movie, but the 
reflection on the stereo cabinet clued me in to her taking off her 
sweatshirt. I glanced over and nearly fainted! What I had mistaken for an 
out of shape midsection, was actually her attempt to hide the most enormous 
chest I had ever seen. She was wearing a flimsy, white sports bra that was 
incredibly overmatched by the size of her breast. Each one was at least the 
size of my head, with the nipple protruding outward and threatening to 
burrow holes thru the front of the bra. Any attempt to stop my erection from 
showing thru my sweats was pointless at this time. She mentioned how hot it 
was and started stroking my right leg with one of her beautiful feet and 
said, “ Mr. Martin, don’t you think you would be more comfortable if you 
stopped trying to steal little peeks and would just take a full look at what 
you’ve obviously been thinking about.” I couldn’t breath, and was feeling 
light headed at the thought of what was happening. I tried to nonchalantly 
look over at her and only managed to knock over our drinks. I leapt to my 
feet as she kneeled up next to me. My erection was even harder than my 
previous one and was sticking straight out at her. I tried to turn away, but 
she grabbed the back of each of my calves and said, “ it’s okay, I’ve been 
trying to steal peeks at your cock all night Mr. Martin. This just makes it 
even easier to admire it.” My head was swimming. I looked down at her, and 
noticed that she had let her hair down during the movie and taken off her 
glasses. She was truly stunning, and I couldn’t believe that I had not 
noticed how pretty her face and eyes were. She was looking up at my face and 
smiling. All I could see was her face and tits, which were just below my 
cock and were completely blocking my view of the ground as they delicately 
brushed the front of my thighs. She pulled down my sweat pants and released 
my now aching cock, which was throbbing and sticking straight out. My normal 
length is substantial, but not like this. She had me so excited, that it 
seemed my cock had grown at least an inch or two from its normal length of 
9”. She stroked its length gently and delicately scratched my nuts with her 
nails as she continued to stare at me. I was completely in her control and 
she knew it. She pulled the sports bra off and displayed her incredible 
tits, which actually jumped outward after being released from their 
constraints. They were the most spectacular things I had ever seen and 
without an ounce of sag to them. She rose slowly letting my cock slide down 
thru the valley of her cleavage as she continued up. My early estimation of 
her height was also inadequate. When she reached her full height she was at 
least 6 feet tall if not taller. She smiled at me as my eyes were level with 
the bottom of her nose, and her breasts were rubbing against my upper chest 
and neck area. She was magnificent. Her upper body was as defined as her 
lower, with washboard abs and shoulders and arms that belonged on only the 
biggest Ms. Olympia contestants. She suddenly pulled me close and started 
deep French kissing me, while trapping my cock in between her thighs. As her 
tongue wrestled with mine, she was grinding her pelvis into me, which was 
quickly bringing my cock to the brink of orgasm as it slid in and out of her 
thighs. Before I could cum, she reached down and squeezed my member and 
whispered, “not yet baby, hang on for a second longer.” She then dropped 
back down to her knees and started licking my nuts and the tip of my cock as 
she slowly stroked its length with her hand. Just when I knew I could take 
no more, she opened her mouth and took the entire length of my cock into her 
mouth and throat. I came like a geyser, and felt as if every ounce of my 
strength had left my body as she eagerly swallowed everything my cock had to 
offer. I slumped over her shoulder in complete exhaustion. She amazingly, 
stood up with out strain and carried me over shoulder, down the hallway into 
the downstairs guest bedroom. She gently laid me down on the futon bed and 
started gently stroking my member with one hand, while delicately kissing my 
mouth, face, neck and chest. I was at attention in a matter of seconds. She 
then turned around and lowered her beautiful ass and pussy onto my mouth and 
nose, while continuing to play with my balls and cock. I eagerly tongued her 
pussy and ass, while she started in on my cock with her tongue and mouth 
again. Each time I was ready to cum, she would expertly apply pressure to 
the base of my cock and delay the inevitable. I, however, was unwilling to 
stop on my end as I brought her to orgasm after orgasm with my tongue and 
fingers, each time risking suffocation as her legs would squeeze my head as 
she came and quite literally bring me to the brink of passing out before 
letting off. When she finally let me cum, it was equally as powerful as the 
first, and I shot my load all over her face and tits as she milked my cock 
for all it was worth. We collapsed into each other’s arms and lay there 
naked and sweating from our efforts. I dozed off using her incredible tits 
as a pillow.

When I awoke, it was to yet another fantastic blowjob. I groggily looked 
down and she was eagerly bringing me back to full strength. When she had me 
throbbing at full strength again she rolled over grabbed me by the shoulders 
and moved me between her legs. I couldn’t believe how strong she was. I 
entered her pussy, which was pulsing with heat and started slowly pumping in 
and out, keeping rhythm with her hips as she rocked towards me with each 
thrust. I reached down to my sides and grabbed her ankles, bringing her sexy 
feet to my chest. Her large feet were the sexiest I had ever seen, with a 
dark tan and soft white undersole. The rings she wore on her second toes 
made her feet even more irresistible. I gently sucked on each of her toes 
and licked the under side of each foot as I continued to try to keep pace 
with her rocking pelvis. She was moaning loudly and saying that she had 
never had anyone make love to her feet before. I continued to suck and lick 
her toes and feet as she pressed and kneaded my chest and face with them. We 
both came together and collapsed in a heap on the futon. I was completely 
spent, and still in a daze over this young woman's power over me. We lay in 
bed talking about her plans in school and stroking each other’s bodies. I 
was infatuated with her body like none other. I had never laid eyes on 
anyone as beautiful as her.

We adjourned into the kitchen wearing t-shirts and shorts and sat down at 
the table for a glass of water. It was just after 1:30AM and she said that 
she had to be going. Before she stood up though, she extended her legs and 
started massaging my cock with her toes. She easily pulled my shorts down 
with her toes and started jacking me off between the soles of her feet as 
she fingered herself and watched me with a smile. Amazingly, I came for a 
record 4th time in one night, and splattered all over the underside of the 
glass table.

As I walked her to her car, we discussed plans to have her baby sit for me 
again, preferably as soon as possible. She pulled me close to her and gave 
me another kiss, which started my crotch tingling again. She playfully 
reached down and gave it a squeeze and whispered, “ maybe we should give 
that thing a rest, before it gets rubbed raw.”
“Too late”, I said, “and I better get in side and clean that kitchen table 
up before I forget.” We both laughed as she got in her car. When she drove 
away, I stood watching, thinking I may have met the most incredible creature 
to walk the earth.

To be continued...