A Babysitter with a Price (Deadshotblow and Blair1216)

[Blair1216]

Carlee stood at the door, one hand on her hip, and looking over her shoulder in boredom. The young blonde was set up on the babystting job by her mother, obviously, for she was never much of a babysitter. She was good with kids, sure, but she didn't particular care to pick up there messes or run all around to keep up with them. In fact, if children just stayed still, babysitting would be something Carlee would volunteer for with out her mother's insistence.

Throwing her hair over her shoulder, Carlee let out a sigh and tapped her foot. She could hear the kids screaming around the living room, yet when she ran the door bell, no one managed to answer the door. That was understandable, Carlee admitted, for the kids were probably told never to answer the door for a stranger. It took a moment to realize Carlee was no longer the braces-wearing, chubby girl she was when she lived next door. When she went to college, she slimmed down thanks to a provided gym, got a little more experienced with boys and alcohol, and lost the braces. Thank, God. Now, Carlee was a bombshell, and since she never go to flaunt such an appearence in highschool, she tended to tease a little too much with it. She liked the attentuon, and she often found herself yearning for the eyes of men to be looking her up in down. It made her feel more confident, yes, but it also turned her on.

Ringing the door bell again after five mintues, Carlee looked down to straighten the little sundress she wore, bearing her long legs and cut in a very inviting neckline. It was sleevless due to the hot weather, and quite thin to. In fact, since Carlee decided to not wear a bra that afternoon, her nipples were quite visible through the light blue material.

"Hello?" Carlee called, knocking on the door after fifteen minutes. Did she get the time wrong? Were they not expecting her after all? It didn't bother her... She could go hang out with friends like she had planned before her mother dropped the babysitting bomb on her.

 

[Deadshotblow]

Conner Hudson scrambled about the house hurriedly. His wife was gone already, what was it today? Choir practice? He could never remember. He; on the other hand had to go into work soon, his schedule switched on the fly. That would explain why he fell asleep to leave his kidsto destroy the household. He heard the knock, and heard a familiar voice call out.
"Coming!" He replied as he threw on his black and gray sweatervest over his white button up shirt, wwwwwith pinstripes. Black slacks definitely had the appearance of being slept in. He hadn't gotten to his shoes yet. With a quick bark to the kids about straightening up, the father in his late 30's finally opened the door."Hey!" he exlaimed, barely recognizing Carlee after all these years. He couldn't believe his eyes while he finished rolling up his cuffs. Not expecting the blonde bombshell at his door, seasoned eyes took the view in nonchalantly.
"You grew up." he mused, stepping forward and giving a good-to-see-you hug. "Your early!" He placed his arm arm around her shoulder and led her inside. "It's been awhile! Fill me in! How's college?"
Standing taller then her, he lowered his posture and tried to stare into her mouth. "Gone huh?" He straightened back up. "Bet your glad to have those out." He smiled, turning to see where his shitkids wents. "Kiddos! Remember-" He looked back at Carlee. "No they were too young then huh?" He yelled up the stairs. "BRATS! Come down and meet the new babysitter!"

Conner Hudson wasn't exactly built, but his body was toned from a life of labor, only recently did he actually land a well paying cake job. Paid to sit around basically. He was slender, his formally chisled from stone features starting to wear with age. His sleek black hair still had a bit of luster to it, which he wore buzzed now instead of his croptop Carlee might remember. The look suited him. Olive skin was smooth oddly enough, the man liked to take care of himself. His thoughts were on Carlee, and in ways he shouldn't think about kept flashing in his mind. Typical male, he had to supress the thoughts. She had most certainly blossomed. He mused whether or not she knew it and purposely flaunted her looks now.

"Well, you'll meet them later." Turning back to her, he tried not to look, but she accented her assets well, it was like trying not to look at bright colors. "Well, you remember this old place, make yourself at home."

lol
(Sorry for the late and tacked on response, have some drama that popped up tonight haha)

 

[Blair1216]

Carlee entered the living room and smiled brightly up at Mr. Hudson. He looked different from what she remembered; seasoned and more mature. She had always favored older men, always secretly lusting for her professors, so it was not necessarily out of character for Carlee's blue eyes to slide of his appearence, taking in the fact that he looked like he had not been laid in a few months. She could spot that a mile away, she didn't think much of it. After all, she might be wrong. His wife might be more active than she seemed.

"Oh, it's been a while, hasn't it, Mr. Hudson?" she asked, her voice light. Looking for the house, it looked nearly the same. A different couch, she thought, but she couldnt' remembered. She was only about sixteen the last time she actually babysat for the Hudson's, for highschool and her ambitious rode to college took over her free time. "I've been doing well... Enjoying college. The classes, the boys, the parties..."

Her eyes flickered up at him in a mischevious way as she leaned her arms backwards against the couch, pushing her breasts out slighty. A smirk spread over her lips, and she let out a little sigh. He seemed to be in a hurry, and she hated to seem him go. For some reason, she wanted to keep talking to him... Keep flirting in a way she didn't. The forbidden aspect gave her a thrill, knowing that there were so many reasons she shouldn't be tempting him.

"It's a shame your in such a hurry," Carlee stated innocently, walking around and sitting on the arm of the couch. Crossing her legs, she let her skirt ride up in a way that her mother would look down upon. It only gave her the thrill she craved, wanting his eyes on her. "We could have spent more time catching up."

 

[Deadshotblow]

(Sorry! Been enjoying the new year!)

He stood with his hands in his slack pockets, looking about the house with the mindset of an outsider. Truth be told, he was a bit famished when it came to his sexual appetite. His new job had...distanced him from his wife. He turned to look at her at her comment. "The boys huh?" he said playfully. He started walking to the letter table, putting on his watch and rings, talking back at her as he finished getting ready. "So you turned into a party animal..." He chuckled. "It's funny seeing people after they grew up, you know?" He turned back to her, catching her mischevious smile and trying his damndest to not let his eyes wonder. She most certainly had grown up- Damnit. The skirt did it. He looked, he hoped she didn't catch it, he'd hate to come off as the old perv. Did she know he was a sucker for legs? He too felt a thrill at the forbidden aspect, his thoughts flourishing naughtily as he forced them to the back of his mind. "Well, as much as I'd love to stay-" his eyes onced her over again, he tried to make it look like he was inspecting something past her. "I do have a schedule to keep, I think the wifey should be home, but I doubt she'll stay, it's her friends birthday." He put his high top sneakers on, most people at his job sported the tired business attire, he liked to accent it with his own style. "So I'll be home in a bit, just called in. Have them in bed by 9 okay?" He said hurriedly, and in an instant he was out the door.

On his drive, and at work, and on the drive home hours later, he battled with erotic thoughts. He kind of felt a sense of apprehension at coming back home, he had darted out of there so fast earlier to avoid perving out on his buddy's daughter. Well, he had prepared himself. He decided he wasnt going to make a move. He had a family, and she was way to young, besides... What would she want to do with him? But it was the little things that spurned his "adult" thoughts. Was she flirting earlier? He felt his manhood stiffen at the forbidden thought. Ugh.... He thought as he stepped up to the door, knocking out of courtesy before entering. Once inside he had to put his defense up, but deep down he knew he wanted her.