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I had started babysitting for the Johnson family when I was just 18. Jimmy and his wife Laura had two kids, a boy and a girl, ages 7 and 10. They were an average middle-class family but Jimmy paid well for my services. And, well, he was attractive, even for a dad in his 40s.

It was a hot summer night, and I had been sitting there for a few hours. The kids were asleep and I was lounging around, watching Netflix on the couch. Jimmy had been out of town all week and Laura had gone out with some friends, so I was alone in the house.

I wasn’t used to being alone in someone else’s house, but I found it sort of exhilarating. The possibilities seemed infinite. I could raid the fridge, watch whatever I wanted on TV, or snoop around if I felt like it.

I decided to take benefit of the opportunity and decided to explore a little. I found myself in Jimmy and Laura’s bedroom and something caught my eye. There was a drawer slightly open on the dresser and I couldn’t withstand the urge to peek inside.

Inside the drawer were a few lingerie pieces, and I couldn’t help but linger over them. I was no stranger to lingerie myself, but I had never seen such provocative and sexy pieces before.

I thought for a moment whether or not to try them on, but I was too nervous. Instead, I decided to slip one in my purse and take it home with me, for a closer examination later.

I walked back to the living room and sat down, starting to feel excited. I had all the time fancied Jimmy, but it had all the time been chaste flirting. But something about the lingerie had sparked an idea in my mind.

I waited until I was sure the kids were sound asleep and then tiptoed into Jimmy and Laura’s room again. I stripped down to my panties in front of the dresser, feeling nervous and excited.

I slipped into one of the pieces of lingerie I had taken, a red lace bra and matching panties, and looked at myself in the mirror. I felt like a goddess.

I was standing there, admiring the effect the lingerie had on me, when a hand snaked around my waist. It was Jimmy.

At first, I was startled and embarrassed. Then, as he started to kiss my neck, my embarrassment gave way to pure desire. I knew it was wrong but I couldn’t bring myself to stop.

We kissed for a while, taking off each other’s clothes and laughing when we tried to turn the lights off but couldn’t discover the switch. When we made it to the bed, it was like we were teenagers again. We had no concerns or repercussions to worry about, only this moment of passion.

We went at it like animals, exploring each other’s bodies and trying different positions. It was at that moment that I truly realized I had feelings for Jimmy. I had been suppressing them for too long, but in that moment, I knew we had a connection deeper than just flirting around.

We both lay there, panting and sweating as we came back down to reality. We had both experienced a passion neither of us had felt in years, and we were both invigorated by it.

But as the clock struck 4 in the morning, we both realized that this was not just a one-night affair. We loved each other. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other and knew what was to come.
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