Steve Golden

The sitter loves to suck

CHAPTER ONE

When Lisa Fuller woke up, Mr. Henderson had his hand up her dress. The blonde teenager didn't even remember falling asleep. It was something she never did when she was babysitting. But here she was, draped across the couch in the Henderson living room. Her dress had ridden high up on her thighs, showing off her long legs. Mr. Henderson's hand was in the hollow of her crotch and he was gently feeling the insides of her thighs.

"Mr. Henderson! What are you doing?" she gasped. She sat up straighter on the couch and tried to push her dress back down her legs.

He didn't say anything. He simply stared at her with a weird look in his eyes. For a moment she wondered if he was drunk. His hand stayed with her as she shifted position on the couch. He was kneeling on the floor in front of her. His fingertips scraped against the dry silky triangle of her panties.

"Where's Mrs. Henderson?"

"She decided to stay over with the Bensons," he answered calmly, as if they were having a perfectly ordinary conversation and nothing unusual was happening. "She wanted to have a long talk, with Frank Benson in particular. I came home by myself to drive our sweet little babysitter home."

"Mr. Henderson, I don't think you should be doing this," Lisa muttered softly. But she made no move to jump up or get away from his exploring fingers. She hated to admit it, but his hand felt kind of nice playing about there in her crotch.

He smiled up at her gently, like a kindly uncle. His fingers crept over the top of her panties and moved quickly through the soft fleece of her pussy hair. Then his other hand was under her dress tugging at the tiny briefs. She could feel her panties being hauled slowly but surely off her hips. She stared at him helplessly.

"I think babysitters are definitely underpaid," he went on matter-of-factly. He didn't sound drunk at all. He seemed just to be choosing his words carefully. "And from time to time, I think they should be given a little bonus. A little extra treat, if you know what I mean."

"Mr. Henderson…" she groaned. She saw her pretty pink panties stretched tautly between her thighs. Then they were down past her knees.

"Babysitters work long hours, all alone, with no adults to talk to," he rambled on. "And all for a few bucks. I really don't think it's fair."