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As soon as Mr. and Mrs. Johnson left the house, they knew they were in for a special evening. Their babibesitter tonight was Sydney, a stunning 19-year-old brunette with piercing green eyes and a body that could make any man weak in the knees.

Sydney had all the time been aware of her beauty, and had never been above using it to her benefit. So when she sauntered into the living room dressed in a tight black tank top and denim cutoff shorts, it was no surprise that the Johnsons were both taken aback.

“Wow, Sydney,” said Mrs. Johnson, trying to hide the drool that was pooling in her mouth. “You look… great.”

Sydney smiled, batting her eyelashes. “Thanks, Mrs. J. I just thought I’d dress up a little tonight.”

Mr. Johnson cleared his throat, feeling a sudden flush of heat in his cheeks. “So, uh, we’ll be back around 11:00. You’ll be good until then, right?”

“Of course,” said Sydney, and the couple left the house with a sense of excitement that was almost palpable.

As soon as they were gone, Sydney went to work. She began by tidying up the living room, putting away toys and picking up stray socks. But her mind was elsewhere, and soon she found herself daydreaming about the handsome Mr. Johnson. He was tall and muscular, with thick brown hair and a chiseled jaw that made her heart race.

Sydney tried to shake the thoughts from her mind, reminding herself that she was just a babysitter and that Mr. Johnson was a happily married man. But the more she tried to withstand, the more she found herself becoming aroused by the forbidden thoughts.

She began to feel a throbbing between her legs, and she rubbed herself through her shorts, feeling a shiver of pleasure run through her body. Just then, she heard a noise from upstairs. It was probably just one of the kids, but Sydney felt a rush of panic nonetheless.

She quickly made her way up the stairs, trying to ignore the growing ache in her loins. When she reached the top landing, she saw that the door to Mr. and Mrs. Johnson’s bedroom was slightly ajar.

Sydney couldn’t withstand the temptation. She crept over to the door, peering inside. What she saw made her heart race.

Mr. Johnson was lying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling with an empty look in his eyes. Sydney knew that look; it was the look of a man who was unhappy with his life. And she knew that she could make him happy, if only for a little while.

She pushed the door open quietly, stepping into the room. Mr. Johnson didn’t move, so she approached the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling him.

“Sydney,” he said, his voice hoarse. “What are you doing?”

“Shh,” she whispered, pressing her finger to his lips. “I just want to make you feel good.”

And with that, she leaned down and kissed him hard on the lips. Mr. Johnson didn’t withstand; in fact, he pulled her closer, deepening the kiss. They kissed for what felt like an eternity, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths with reckless abandon.

As they kissed, Sydney felt Mr. Johnson’s hands on her body, caressing her ass through her shorts. She moaned into his mouth, feeling the lust taking over her body.

Suddenly, the sound of a car pulling into the driveway broke them out of their trance. Sydney jumped off of Mr. Johnson, straightened her clothes, and raced downstairs, leaving him lying on the bed, his eyes closed.

When Mr. and Mrs. Johnson walked in the door, they were surprised to see Sydney looking a little flushed. But they didn’t think much of it, assuming that she had been running around with the kids.

“It was a great night, Sydney,” said Mrs. Johnson. “Thank you so much for coming over.”

Sydney smiled, knowing that it had been much more than a great night. It had been a night of forbidden desire, a night that would stay with her forever. Because even though she knew it was wrong, she couldn’t help but want Mr. Johnson more than anything else in the world. And she knew that, eventually, she would have him again.
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