The Dad and the Sitter

When I’d met her, she was just a kid. She was the daughter of one of my wife’s coworkers. We hired her to babysit our kids from the time they got home from school until we got home from work. It was 4 days a week (mon-thurs) plus the occasional weekend night when the wife and I went on a date or had a work function. I was typically the first parent home most days and so I usually had the most one on one interaction with her. She was a cute girl: tall for her age (almost 5’10”), with long legs, small breasts, a perfect teenaged ass and, just the most beautiful smile. I felt like such a fucking creep. I WAS A FUCKING CREEP.