The Young Baby-sitter
MOLLY, THE BABYSITTER
Molly was a young girl I'd noticed since moving into the neighborhood a month before. She had short, straight brown hair that hung down the sides of her face, a pert nose, and sometimes wore wire-rimmed glasses. Her small, but nicely rounded, breasts were molded high up on her chest, jutting out straight, firm, and slightly pointed. Her small, nicely shaped ass created sharp curves on her slender girlish body, and she looked incredibly sexy from behind. At the age of 13, almost 14, she still looked like a young girl, though her body was just beginning to develop the traits of a young women. She was at that in-between stage: no longer a girl, not yet a woman.
She had an easy laugh and a loose manner, and I could sense her budding sexual longings in her developing body. I found out later that she'd been very sexually active for almost two years and, though still quite young, there wasn't much she hadn't already experienced.
She was a regular baby-sitter for the young family across the street and I would often see her playing with the toddler in the yard. She'd glance across the street at me as I worked in my yard and we occasionally said 'hello' to each other, always with a big smile.
One day, I watched her cross the street and come up to the house.
"Hi, I'm Molly, the sitter across the street. Do you think you could come over and help me set up the pool? I just can't seem to get it right."
I gave her a big smile and let my eyes scan her nubile body, dressed in tight jeans.