I’ve known the Carson family since I went to junior high with Vicky. She was away now for freshman year at college while I was at home taking courses at the local community college. Guess I should have studied harder in high school. But if I wasn’t still home, somebody else would have been their go-to babysitter for Brian, their “surprise!” nine year old son.
That night Mrs C was pretty wasted by the time they got home and Vicky’s dad had to help her upstairs. After checking on the boy he grabbed 2 bottles of water from the kitchen and sat with me for a bit. He had done this before – he kind of had a Dad crush on me and enjoyed a few minutes before I would leave to drive myself home. I’d gotten bigger and bigger tips as I allowed him to perve on me a little. He’d never touched me, so I dared to push the envelope more and more. While he’d been upstairs I rolled my skirt up 3 inches and unbuttoned my top enough that he noticed. We sat and I posed for him, crossing my legs to let him see my panties, arms up on back of couch to thrust my breasts. I was way hotter than Mrs. C and I knew he was burning. The cardigan I’d worn when she was around was off now, my braless nipples clearly visible through the sheer blouse.