Nudist Babysitter
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Nudist Babysitter
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Jacked Off by the Babysitter by More Stories
When I was a teen my little brother and I had a babysitter watch after us when my parents went out. I personally felt like I was too old to have a babysitter, but since I was known for being a troublemaker, and I was stuck with a younger brother (11) too I was condemned to being babysat even at my age. Fortunately, we had a hot looking babysitter named Nancy, who was 18 with big firm boobies, green eyes and beautiful auburn hair. In front of my parents she always acted all calm and proper, but when my parents weren’t home she was a very different person. She would let us do a lot of things that my parents would never approve of like stay up and watching grown up programs on cable that had bad words and nudity, eat junk food, and even teach us dirty words. She knew I was a horny little devil and liked to tease me in different ways.
One night when babysitting us we were playing cops and robbers with my little brother to entertain him. We would take turns, one person being the policeman, and the other being the robber wearing a ski mask. We used the whole house, and with the lights off the robber would have to sneak into rooms and steal stuff putting it in a pillowcase without being caught. The police person would go through the house one room at a time looking for the robber. If you didn’t listen, and hide really good the policeman could find you and arrest you. We had these cheap handcuffs that were actually made from metal, but had a little hidden safety latch on them. Funny thing is it was really hard to reach the release latch if you were the one handcuffed.
One of the times when I was playing the policeman, and she was the robber, I caught her in the den hiding behind the couch. I got to arrest her and “play” search her for anything hidden on her or in her pockets. She let me reach under her shirt and feel her breast through her bra, and reach into her jeans pockets. I even tried to unbutton her pants and got as far as unbuttoning and unzipping them before she stopped me saying that was far enough. Seeing the top of her little white panties with a red elastic waistband and little colored dots on them made me really horny. Her smooth skin and flat tummy drove me wild. I wanted to do more but she would not let me.
We had been playing for a while so around 9:30 she told my brother it was bedtime. He didn’t want to go to bed and was being a brat about it. She ordered him to get into his pajamas, but said I could stay up longer. She put my brother to bed, and I went to change. She was sitting on the couch watching TV when I came out a while later in my lose-fitting pj’s with stripes on them. As soon as she saw me she started laughing poking fun at my pajamas. Feeling belittled I threw a fit and jumped on her trying to overpower her. I was trying to pin her down to the couch but she was stronger. In all the struggling and wriggling around together I got excited. I wasn’t wearing any underwear and with all the close contact I got a raging hard-on in my pants. Then she rolled me over on my stomach and managed to handcuff my arms behind my back! With my hands behind me I could not reach the little release catch. I was stuck handcuffed with a hard-on grinding against the ground now! I mean it got rock hard. She said she was going to spank me like a little baby if I kept misbehaving. I didn’t care. Then things got even worse (or better depending on how you look at it). When she rolled me over again to talk to me the head of my erect penis popped out of my pajama fly! I was so embarrassed that my face became hot. She stared wide-eyed at my helpless twitching penis as I lay there powerless to do anything and reached down and grabbed it by the shaft. I guess I have a pretty big dick for my age and she seemed to be very impressed with it. “Oh my!” she said with a sly tone in her voice. “Well we are a very bad boy aren’t we?” I was really embarrassed but really turned on too at the same time and just stood there speechless. Forcefully she pulled me over her lap on the couch with my shoulders propped up on the end of the couch. She pulled my pj pants all the way down and reaching underneath she started stroking my super hard dick with one hand, while spanking my naked butt with the other. “Bad boy!” she kept playfully saying while she lightly spanked my butt and stroked my dick. My dickhead now got wet with precum that she used as lube to stroke me ever further. She spanked and stroked me as I moaned in ecstasy till I arched my back and jutted my hips forward spurting all over the couch pillow! I was really embarrassed after, lying there handcuffed and bottomless with spooge all over me & the couch. She made me promise to not ever say anything about it or she would never baby sit for me again. I eagerly agreed. The she cleaned the couch off and flipped the cushion and told me I needed to go to bed.
Janienudiepants wrote:
Babysitter by Janienudiepants
Very nice story. I babysat a lot for my mom's divorced friends as a teen. Mainly single moms, occasionally everyone else. I dreaded some kids, and others I lived to die for, they were so cute. One pair of boys were four and seven, a bit like you, and cute as h*ll. At bedtime one thing you knew for sure who had a "hard-on." Their little flagpoles stood out of their pj tents once they found the hole. Of course, little boys button pjs have a huge hole in front -- they never button them, and their little d*cks found it all the time in tickle fights, wrestling playing around with them before bed or just sitting with me snuggled up watching TV. I grew up with the impression boys always had a hard-on.
I always enjoyed the cute little kids and what I saw. I imagine their mom played with them like I did. They weren't shy pulling each others pj bottoms down at all -- it was all great fun. They had such cute bottoms! And of course, they shouted with glee whenever they could pull something down from me!
lol
still enjoy remembering...
Janie
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I have been babysitting for a famly for the past 3 years. It started when I was 16. The dad is just gorgeous and his wife is a whiney b**** . I have sucked his c*** more times than I can count. He picks me up drives me home everytime I babysit and I treasure the ride! That is the furthest he has gone with me, I am willing to go all the way but he says no. He likes to talk about how I suck my boyfriends c*** , I pretend that he is my boyfriend and show him how I do it. The truth is that I have only sucked his c*** . The guys I have been with have never asked me to. I am very reserved in real life but he makes me feel wild. I do not love him I just want to be dirty and nasty. I want him to spread my legs and go crazy!!!
My daughter started baby sitting when she was 12. The boy who lived next door was 16. He started coming over to keep her company and it led to s** . Of course she got pregnant. My husband and I discussed it and decided she shouldm have the baby & put it up for adoption. When the baby was born it was so cute we kept him. Things happen and we make the best of it.
Lucky you! I had the worst crush on the dad of the family I used to babysit when I was 13...would've done anything to/with/for him had he asked! Oh well..at least I got a few really nice daydreams out of the deal right?
soooo do you want to baby sit for me ahhh at least once a weel ?
So you are 19, and just secretly blowing some guy? Babysitting at 19?
This site is a rip off of my untold secrets and post secrets.
^They really need to monitor the middle school computer labs a little better, little joey dumbass here getting too much free time.
Recognize that he is using you. Straighten up and act like a lady. And by all means, don't f*** him.
My wife is a HS teacher. She has been hit on by boys several times. Black boys are the most sexy and most insistant. She has only given it up 3 times and I understand it. Hard to avoid.
do you think he finds you attractive?
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Gwen Stefani and Jennifer Garner are just the latest crop of famous women whose husbands were allegedly involved with their nannies — and it’s a cliché Lauren Weedman knows all too well. The actress had been with her husband, David*, for 11 years when she found evidence of his affair with their teenage babysitter. Here, 47-year-old Weedman — author of “ Miss Fortune: Fresh Perspectives on Having It All From Someone Who Is Not Okay ” (Plume, out now) — tells The Post’s Lindsay Putnam how her marriage fell apart.
Three months after my husband, David, and I decided to end our marriage in 2013, I was impressed with how successfully our co-parenting strategy was working. Though he had moved out of our Los Angeles apartment, David would visit frequently as we tried to keep things as normal as possible for our 4-year-old son, Leo.
So when David accidentally left his laptop at my place, I didn’t think anything of turning it on. The computer had once belonged to me, and I wanted to make sure I hadn’t left any important videos — such as Leo’s birth — behind. But the oldest video on David’s computer wasn’t one of Leo splashing in the bathtub. It was of our babysitter, Simone, sans clothes — and it was dated 2011, a year before David and I had even gotten married.
David and I first met nearly two decades ago. We were both living in Seattle at the time, and appeared together in a small independent film. He had a beautiful wife, Hannah, and a young son, Jack. It wasn’t until after Hannah passed away from cancer and David and I were both living in NYC that I developed a crush on him — but since I was still married to my first husband at the time, our friendship remained just that.
After my divorce, I moved to LA in 2003 to pursue my acting career — and, as luck would have it, David and Jack moved to Santa Monica, Calif., not long after. For the first time, we were both single; it wasn’t long until a few theater dates turned into a full-blown romance.
But I always wondered if I measured up to his widow, Hannah, and constantly sought validation from David to try to soothe my anxiety.
“You know, it just hit me: If we end up staying together, you will go down in history as the great love of my life,” I told him one night after four years of dating.
I was hoping for a moment straight out of a romantic comedy, where he would call me the love of his life, too. Instead, all I got was an “Aww.”
But after six years of dating, I pushed David to have a baby. I was 40, and knew that this was probably my only shot at becoming a mother.
We had Leo the next year. David offered to stay at home with the baby; he loved being involved, and he was an amazing father. As the primary breadwinner, I continued to take on new acting roles — mostly theater gigs, but also occasional small parts on popular shows including “True Blood,” “New Girl” and “Masters of Sex.” When Leo was 1, David recommended we hire Simone, an 18-year-old aspiring actress whom he mentored. She would show up in low-cut tops and miniskirts, but I thought that was just because girls are so overly sexualized in Southern California. When a friend of mine told me that she had spotted them together in the street, I assumed that they were discussing her career.
David and I eventually made our union official and got married in 2012, when Leo was 1½. I thought I had the perfect little family. But David grew increasingly distant. He’d go on long bike rides and disappear for hours. After months of tense, one-sentence conversations, I snapped.
“You keep telling me that you’re ‘happier than you’ve ever been in your life’ being a stay-at-home dad, but you seem so unhappy. At least with me. I can’t take it anymore. Listen, David, if you’re not happy, if you don’t want to be married, then let’s split. We’ll be good co-parents. We’ll…”
“Yes. I think we should,” David interrupted before I could even finish my thought.
Our marriage was over, less than two years after it began. And three months later, I knew the real reason why.
When I found the video, I couldn’t even scream, as Leo was in the room. I’d always pictured catching a husband in an affair as a dramatic scene complete with the slashing of car tires. Instead, I called Simone and left a voice mail: “You’re not babysitting today. You’re never babysitting Leo again.”
It’s every woman’s nightmare, and it can happen to anyone — just look at Jennifer Garner and Ben Affleck. It comes down to the fact that this whole manhood thing is tough. Feeling like a man, being a money earner, being the one who takes control — I thought they were clichés. But they’re true. Men think that they want to have all of that pressure off of them, but once it’s lifted, it can be emasculating to be less successful than your wife.
David, a former actor, was used to being told he’s amazing and handsome. But you don’t get a lot of ego strokes when you’re home with your kid all day. I was always too stressed out by working and parenting to do it for him.
But I should have followed my instincts. Other parents warned me about Simone, but as a feminist who works with at-risk girls, I didn’t want to pass on a new babysitter just because she was overly sexual. I thought she was just a lost, damaged kid. I thought if I didn’t hire her, it would make me look like some old insecure troll. I was trying to prove to David that I was cool.
If I didn’t feel comfortable, I should have just said so, and not cared what anyone else thought.
It’s been two years since David and I split, and he and Simone are still together. It can still be painful but, surprisingly, I’m grateful for the affair. I needed something to completely cut me off from my ex-husband. Otherwise, I would have stayed with him despite his constant unhappiness and the ongoing fighting. I was so committed. But it made me realize that I needed to put my own needs first. So, in some ways, I’m grateful to Simone. I’m grateful to be free.
When reached for comment, David said: ”The only thing I would say is that Lauren is a writer and a storyteller who, like many, combines truth with fiction in her art as a way of getting to a deeper truth. I respect her work and collaborated with her on several projects, and support her work as best I can. It makes no sense for me to say what is true and what is not, as I do not believe that is what her work is about; the book is about her truth and is not a documentary. Even though we were not able to be partners we have found a way to be great
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