Anna Marie is your ideal babysitter. The kids like her, she likes kids, and she has the patience to carry on the job. In fact, she enjoys babysitting so much that it shows. Many parents that have been her bosses in the past will never forget her impeccable service and the way she took care of kids. Aside from babysitting, Anna Marie is a young geek programmer. She’s the silent techie one and knows how to go around gadgets and stuff. She may be the young woman in pastel colored cashmere sweaters and skinny jeans and red sneakers. However, when it comes to computers and wirings, she’s like a man-pro.
On the outside, parents would easily think that her love for kids is Anna Marie’s main driving force. What they do not know is that behind the charming smiles of this lady is a dangerous fetish. She’s a closet pervert. No, she does not prey on the fathers of her subjects. She also is not interested with the moms or any other members of the family. She gets her kick by prying on the sex lives of her bosses.
This fetish started when she worked as a babysitter for Mr. and Mrs. Edmonds. She happened to be at their house on a Sunday morning. While she was at the kitchen to get some diet Coke, she heard strange noises coming from the guest room a few steps away. She opened the door and saw Mr. Edmonds taking Mrs. Edmonds from behind. Anna Marie was still a virgin then and the whole thing came as a shock to her. Looking through a crack on the door, she had never felt so aroused in her whole life. She stood there, her glasses making her unable to see more closely. She saw Mr. Edmonds hands massage his wife’s tits and move in and out of her. It was like a hardcore porn movie. That evening when she got home, she stepped into the bath and soaked. As soon as she was dried and lying on her bed, she touched herself for the very first time. It was an incredible awakening for her. She lay in bed wearing only her chemise and started fondling her breasts. She propped her head on her pillows and turned off the lights so that her room was pitch dark.
Her hand started slowly, rubbing over the fullness of her breasts in gentle circular motions. The tip of the fingers lightly teased her nipples. The straps of her chemise slid down her arms, her hands more eager now. She moaned as she felt herself getting warm. She thought about Mr. Edmond’s cock as it entered Cara’s pussy, her breasts jiggling with his every thrust. She sighed as she felt her body respond. Her friend Michaela was right. Touching yourself can be totally blissful.
She reached on her bedside table and grabbed a tin of rose salve. She rubbed some salve on her breasts and started kneading them more intensely. She sighed as she felt all heated up, wanting more. Her hands caressed her neck and face. Anna Marie loved the smell of roses and the smell of the salve got to her nerves. Raising the hem of her nightdress, she started rubbing her thighs, the salve going smoothly on her skin. She put a pillow under her butt and took a deep breath. She lightly caressed her kitty lips, allowing herself to build up the sensations. Spreading her legs, she rubbed herself to frenzy, still not getting enough. She put rolled down her skirt dress again and this time rubbed herself vigorously through the fabric. Oh, that was really good. The friction made her go really crazy and rubbed herself again, feeling her self-secreting something hot and slick. The sudden gush of fluids took her by surprise. For the first time in her life, she felt like a woman.
With the way she was rubbing herself, she feels hornier by the second. Her other hand dug on the mattress while her toes cramped in anticipation. She felt as though her pussy has suddenly had a life of its own, pushing her beyond common sense and making her want to do things she has never done before. She removed her nightdress and tossed it on the floor. She spread her legs wide and pinched her clit lightly with the tips of her fingers.
Her hand became wet with her own juices. Wanting to know what she tastes like, she licked her fingers. Maybe because of her own musky smell, she became even more heated up. She inserted her forefinger and gasped as she hurt a bit. She tried again, slowly and gently this time and held her breath as she found out how tight she is. She moved her finger again and again, until she was moaning and panting. She imagined having a real dick inside her and she shivered. She inserted another finger inside her mound and arched her back. She was almost breathless now. Moving her fingers in and out of her, she imagined being fucked for real. Her fingers went really crazy, all the more rubbing her g-spot. In seconds, she was spiraling and moaning. It was her first true climax.
There have been a series of “watching” after that. Some performances were poor, others mediocre, and others really spectacular. One of the most unforgettable ones happened at her current employers’ home. Anna Marie started working for the Boors a few months ago. Mr. Boor was a thirty-ish man who is a bit shy while Mrs. Boor—Catherine is rather flamboyant and quite loud. The two make a really good pair. In fact, watching their steamy sessions are some of Anna Marie’s favorite past times. It is very safe to say that the couple do enjoy their sex life—-so much.
It was a few days ago that Anna Marie installed a bug in the master’s bedroom. Lani, her subject, was asleep then and Mr. Boor asked for her. Mrs. Boor was scheduled to be away for a few days and the fact that they’d be alone in the room both excited and terrified her. When she arrived there, Mr. Boor was in the shower. Holding a micro camera in her hand, she placed it strategically on the tapestry facing the bed. Camouflaged by the rich colors of the tapestry, it definitely goes unnoticed.
When Mr. Boor came out, he was only wearing a bath towel wrapped around his waist and my jaw dropped. He could pass as someone who is just 25. He’s all lean and has superb olive skin. Oh if only…
If only what? I thought. If only he’s not married? If only he isn’t my boss? If only I’m his type? All these thoughts were on her head when she asked, “Errr, is there something wrong Mr. Boor.”
He looked at her for a moment. Well, actually he also caught her looking at him at him for a moment. “No. Nothing. Close the door.”
She obliged and closed the door. Then he added. “Make sure it’s locked.”
That last bit of order made Anna Marie swallow really hard. It is weird yes, but her panties started to get soaked from…from…her own juices. What the hell is going on? Boldly, he approached Mr. Boor and tugged at the towel hiding his goods.
“You’re a naughty girl Anna Marie. What do you want?”
“Fuck me, Mr. Boor. I want you to fuck me.”
He chuckled then. “I don’t want to.”
All sense came back to her then. She was suddenly embarrassed. “I see. I’m so sorry. It’s just that seeing you covered with nothing but a towel took all my common sense away.”
His entire expression changed and he smiled at me. Taking my hand, he led it between his legs and for the first time in so many years, he held a real cock in her hand. It was still slightly limp when she touched it but in seconds, it came to life and hardened right before her very eyes. She was literally in awe. She squeezed him gently and made a fist while holding him and moved her hand back and forth. Mr. Boor groaned in response. That instant, a surge of power came over Anna Marie. It was like while he was rubbing him, Anna Marie was the center of his world. It was amazing.
Now it was Mr. Boor’s turn to be enthralled as he fumbled with Anna Marie’s clothing. His hands were big yet rough but gentle. It actually turned her on. He touched the delicate skin of her neck and ran his hands all over her buttocks which were made more prominent by the white leggings she was wearing. He butt was soft and cushy. Mr. Boor cannot get enough of it. She was wearing a striped man shirt and since Mr. Boor does not have the patience to undo the buttons, he just slid his hand from under.