Untamed Passion

THE SITTER’S WET PANTIES

Connie stood in front of Mr. Patterson’s door and tried to calm her breathing. The rush to get to her babysitting job after volleyball practice was frantic and she looked at her watch to see she was more than fifteen minutes late. Shit, she thought and wiped the straggles of wet hair back from her forehead. After one last deep breath the eighteen year old girl knocked on the door. It opened almost immediately and she saw the surprised look on her employer’s face.

“Umm…, sorry I’m late,” she started and looked down as she saw the direction of Mr. Patterson’s gaze. Her white volleyball top stuck to her skin and the tight shorts were wet with sweat. “Yeah, sorry about the appearance

too,” she went on. “Volleyball practice went on longer than I thought and I didn’t get a chance to have a shower then needed to run to get here.”

“You better come in,” Mr. Patterson said and stood aside to let the teen girl step inside the hallway. She moved to opposite the lounge door and dropped her bag before turning back.

“Would it be OK if I had a quick shower?” she asked. “I don’t really want to spend the evening babysitting your son like this.”

“Yeah, sure,” he answered. “Sam is up in his bedroom so I can do a final check on him when I take you up.”

“Great,” the teen girl said and dropped to her knees to open her bag. Mr. Patterson couldn’t help staring at the way the tight shorts clung to Connie’s ass cheeks as she leaned forward to search for a towel and change of

clothes, but he pulled his gaze away as she found what she needed and stood.

“Just go on ahead,” the older man said as he pointed towards the stairs.

Connie turned and walked towards them and his gaze dropped to her butt

again. As the teen girl walked up the stairs he caught up to get a closer look at the cute ass and found himself getting a little turned on at the way she filled her shorts. When they reached the top of the stairs he quickly raised his eyes as Connie turned.

“Which door?” she asked.

“My bedroom is the second door on the left,” her employer answered. “You can use the shower in the attached bathroom.” Connie turned to move along to the door and opened it to walk inside the room. Mr. Patterson followed her and pointed out the door to the bathroom.

“There is shower cream and soap in there,” he said. “Just help yourself.” “Thanks,” the teen girl replied. She dropped her change of clothes on the bed and then moved over to the bathroom door. Mr. Patterson watched, but then turned to go and check on his son. He closed the door and moved along to Sam’s bedroom.

“Connie is here,” he started when he looked inside.

“OK,” the young boy said, but his eyes didn’t leave the book he was reading.

“You be good for her, you hear,” Mr. Patterson went on.

“Sure,” Sam replied, but kept reading his book. Mr. Patterson closed the door of his son’s room and moved back along the hallway. When he passed his door the thought of a naked teen girl in his shower popped in his head.

A flush of heat passed through his body, but he tried to shrug it off as he went back downstairs. He waited in the hallway for his babysitter and saw that she was wearing a short skirt and t-shirt when she came down. When she knelt down at her bag to put her dirty clothes away he caught a glimpse of her wet panties and a slight shiver ran along his spine. Fuck, he thought and wondered what it would be like to stroke his fingers on a teenage girl’s wet panties. He tried to clear the image from his mind as he spoke.

“I need to get going,” he said. “Sam is in his bedroom enthralled in reading a book so shouldn’t give you any problems. Just make sure he eats something and is in bed by nine. I should be back around ten I think.”

“Sure,” the teen girl said. “Don’t worry. I’ll have everything under control here. Just go and enjoy yourself.”

“Thanks,” the older man said as he moved to the front door. He looked back to see Connie stepping in the lounge and his gaze dropped to her bag. The idea of the wet panties inside was a turn on and as the rest of his evening progressed Mr. Patterson found it was a thought that he couldn’t shake off.

When he finally returned home it was fifteen minutes after ten. He half expected the teen girl to be waiting for him in the hallway, but as he let himself in, the house was silent. He closed the door quietly and moved along the hallway. The lounge door was ajar and he looked in to see that his babysitter was lying on the sofa with her eyes shut. He turned his gaze to

the bag and the idea popped in his head. Mr. Patterson hesitated for only a second before reaching for the lounge door and pulling it until it was almost closed. He turned to move to the bag and then bent down. The sound of the zipper opening sounded loud to him and he pulled it slowly. When it was open sufficiently to let him look inside he pulled the sides of the bag apart and put his hand in. He immediately saw the panties and felt that they were still wet when he touched on them. A rush of excitement coursed through him as he pulled them out and stroked his fingertips on the silky material.

Mr. Patterson’s erection sprung to attention almost immediately and his desire grew as he lifted the panties to his face and breathed in. The smell of sweat assailed his nostrils, but he was sure there was a hint of teen pussy too. He closed his eyes to breathe in the scent and felt the throbbing of his cock. The sound of the voice shocked him out of what he was doing.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Having fun?” asked Connie.

Mr. Patterson stood up and spun around in an instant to see the teen girl standing at the lounge door watching him. “I was…, I was…,” he

stammered.

“…sniffing my panties by the looks of it,” the teen girl finished.

“No…,” he protested, but saw Connie’s gaze drop to the front of his pants. There was no hiding the erection as the material bulged out. The teen girl held out her hand and there was little he could do but give her the panties.

“That’s fucking perverted,” she said.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he answered. “I got turned on when I saw them earlier and couldn’t stop myself when I saw you sleeping.”

‘So what were you going to do with them?” the teen girl asked. The tremor of excitement showed in her voice and Mr. Patterson narrowed his eyes as he looked at her. He was unsure of what to say though and remained silent. “If you tell me I might…,” Connie went on, but left the sentence unfinished.

“Might what?” her employer asked.

“I might…” She hesitated again, but then went on. “…let you do it.”

The surge of exhilaration brought out a shudder in Mr. Patterson, but he was still unsure. “Are you being serious?” he asked. The teen girl met his gaze and nodded. “Well…,” he went on. “I’ve kind of been thinking all night about what the silky material would feel like if I stroked it on myself.”

Connie’s sharp intake of breath was a giveaway that she was thrilled by the words. She held out the panties to her employer and he could see the tremble in her hand. “You can do it if I get to watch,” she said.

Mr. Patterson was quick to take the panties and followed the teen girl as she hurried back inside the lounge. He closed the door quietly and when he turned saw her walking to the sofa and sitting down. He quickly moved

across the room to stand over her and shuddered as she lifted a hand and pressed her palm against the bulge.

“My panties sure get you hard,” she said and looked up to meet his gaze. The touch was nice, but the thought of wrapping the panties around his cock was uppermost in his mind and he knocked the hand away as he

dragged the zipper of his pants down. He was about to put his hand inside when Connie spoke again. “Take them off,” she urged.