I had at all times known her as the spellbinding sitter, her name was Penelope. She was my babysitter and the object of all my teenage fantasies. It’s odd now to think of myself as a child. I saw her through the rose-colored glasses of youth. But I remember every detail of those long ago nights.
I was fifteen years old when I first met Penelope. She was highly recommended by the neighbors to come and take care of me after college since my parents were at all times out of town for their work. The first time I laid my eyes on her, my heart skipped a beat. She was stunningly gorgeous and she emanated a sexual energy and confidence that belied her young age.
I still remember how she looked that evening. Her hair was long and black, falling in soft waves over her shoulders. Her skin was tanned, and she wore a short black skirt that showed off her long legs. I tried to act cool, but I was immediately mesmerized by her.
Penelope was twenty-three years old at the time, and she was the epitome of a seductive babysitter. She would take such good care of me. She cooked dinner for me, helped me with my homework, watched movies with me, and tucked me into bed every night. But I was at all times aware of the sexual energy that existed between us. Whenever we were alone, I would feel her eyes on me, and that look would send shivers running down my spine.
One night while we were watching a movie, I couldn’t withstand anymore; I put my hand on her thigh. I could feel her muscles tense under my touch, but she didn’t pull away. My flush flooded with heat, and I could hardly believe that I dared to do it. Not knowing what else to do, I leaned in and whispered in her ear, “I want you, Penelope.”
She turned to me, her eyes locked on mine. My heart was pounding, and I could feel sweat beads forming on my forehead. I didn’t know what was gonna happen next, but I never imagined the seductive voice that she replied with, “I’ve been waiting a long time for this moment, honey.”
She didn’t waste any time. She climbed onto the couch and sat in my lap. Her mouth was on mine, and her tongue was exploring every inch of my mouth. She tasted like peppermint and wine, and the taste just made me hunger for more. I was in solely awe, struck with the euphoria of it all.
Penelope quickly worked her way into my pants. She started to stroke my cock gently and expertly, knowing exactly how to drive me up the wall with pleasure. Her fingers were firm yet soft on my shaft, sending shocks of pleasure through my entire body. I could hardly move, my entire being consumed with the ecstatic pleasure that flowed through me.
She guided my hand to her skirt, encouraging me to explore the valley between her juicy thighs. She had on a lacy thong, and she was already wet and ready for me. My fingers found their way inside the lacy material and inside of her core. She let out a deep moan as I easily pushed my fingers through her labia lips and exploring her inner depths of her vagina.
Penelope was the one in control. She made all the moves, and I was just willing to follow her lead. Her hips were moving in sync with my fingers, while she focused on her task of pleasuring me. It was a delicate dance of passion and desire, both of us completely consumed by the sensations coursing through us.
I could feel my orgasm building inside of me, and in no time, it came crashing out like a tidal wave. Penelope didn’t stop; she never stopped. Instead, she kept stroking me harder and deeper, pushing me to the point of no return. And when I finally reached my limit, I exploded in her hand, until every drop of my semen was drained from me into her palm.
The moment was incredible. My body felt alive with feeling, and I could finally catch my breath. I looked up at Penelope, who was beaming at me, a satisfied and devilish grin on her face. It was a smile that spoke of pleasure and anticipation. But, my ultimate pleasure had just come to an end, yet she was ready to continue.
I sat back as she tugged at her thong, pulling it down from her hips. She let me watch her as she stripped it off, her eyes locked on mine the whole time. The sight of her naked body was mesmerizing, and it was all I could do to keep from losing it all over again.
She straddled my lap again, and within moments, her hips were grinding against mine with wild abandon. Her hands were all over me, squeezing and kneading my muscles, sending warm ripples of pleasure through me. Her lips found mine again, and it was like our entire beings were fused into one ecstatic entity.
Our heat had consumed us, as the euphoria of our moment built up to another explosive climax. The passion of our heat had caused the flames to create up tremendously. It wasn’t a dream, and I wasn’t a child anymore. It was real and now I was forever a man.