Craving the Babysitter

By Nikki Morris

Kurtis Henderson has a secret obsession, one he likes to watch through his bedroom window. It doesn't matter that she's his next door neighbor. It doesn't matter that, at nineteen, she's half his age. It doesn't even matter that he's a married man, and she's his very off limits babysitter. Kurtis wants her in the worst kind of way for the worst kind of things. Dirty filthy things his naked wife is happy to describe when the two of them watch her together. And now it seems this glowing, innocent, naive angel just might want those very same things. Some cravings are too sweet to ignore.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nikki Morris
• Release date: Mar 11, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311595676

Nikki Morris

Nikki Morris is a native daughter of Minnesota with a twisted sense of adventure and a wicked imagination. She has recently found herself on the wrong side of thirty, and unable to find a partner who could properly thrill her under the sheets, on top of the car hood, or curved catlike over her liberator, she has taken up writing to create one. She enjoys alcohol, sexy bedroom wear, and sleeping her mornings away. She has an amazing ass from years of spinning and telling people she goes to yoga.New story on the way!! If I can stop masturbating long enough to finish it! Until then, The Virgin's Hunter free at smashwords. Enter NS33E

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Craving the Babysitter

By Nikki Morris

Copyright 2016 Nikki Morris

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Craving the Babysitter

By

Nikki Morris

For Yoga Pants, Milk Shakes, & Squats. You make the world a rounder place

1

The Innocent Next Door

Kurtis lingered in the shadows near his bedroom window, listening to the sound of his wife’s voice as she made small talk with the young girl downstairs. The nineteen-year old’s sweet voice floated up from the doorstep she was standing in, and Kurtis inhaled deeply, as if her sound alone could be imbibed like a narcotic. His fingers squeezed the windowsill with an impatient grip.

They were talking longer than normal, delaying what he wanted. What the hell is the hold up? he angrily muttered.

Kurtis forced himself to exhale and relax. He was growing too eager for these nights. It’s just a fantasy, he whispered, but his eyes shut as the words came out, and he shivered picturing what he’d soon be watching.

Shannon would pay the girl for babysitting then usher her out the door. In the ten minutes or so it would take his wife to check on their kids and head to the shower, the babysitter would skip down their stairs, curly hair bouncing high, then round the lilac bushes, and hop up the stairs to her home next door. A minute later, the light would come on in the second story window across from his, and he’d be watching her strip down to the tang top and panties she liked to lounge in.

Lace, lace, lace, Kurtis smiled to himself as he thought of her panties.

That was all she ever wore. Bikini style panties, shear and colorful, made entirely of frilly French lace, a coquettish combination of vintage and innocent that transfixed him. Her tang top would be a sexy throw back as well, more of a silky slip than a real wife beater. A chemise his wife had called it, but the name didn’t really matter to Kurtis. That underwear had his full focus.

Panties were the only thing Kurtis thought of when he masturbated now. Something about that old-world material on a newly blossomed butt provided too much of a thrill. It made him a little sick to realize he was in the power of such a perverted fetish, but he wasn’t ever going to try and fight it.

Shannon finally came in the room from checking on the kids and said something his ears ignored as she walked to their en-suite. A ray of light from the bathroom briefly illuminated Kurtis, threatening to expose him and his voyeurism, and then she shut the door. Once again, he was in the shadows. The loud hiss of running water that poured from the shower made him feel even more hidden. It was a shield of white noise that combined with the darkness to let him focus on the only thing that mattered.

The innocent next door.

He watched for the youthful silhouette running across her parent’s front yard, growing hard when he caught a glimpse of her slipping through the light behind her parent’s front door. Eagerly his eyes flipped up to her bedroom window.

God the anticipation just killed him, twisting his guts with impending euphoria. He wondered if it had been like this at the beginning or if he had slowly built to his current level of obsession. Kurtis couldn’t remember and didn’t care. The girl’s light switched on and sucked him in like a wormhole. Kendal was home.

He pressed himself up against the frame of his large bay window, trying to make himself smaller even though he was sure she couldn’t see in. Then he saw her, standing like a photograph in the frame of her window. She was so pretty and so innocent, a protector of his children, beloved daughter of a good friend, something so wrong to be spied on. But in the glow of her window all that fell away. She became a nineteen-year-old angel, beautiful and tempting and there solely for Kurtis.

Kendal undressed right away, as if clothes were an evil she happily cast aside in the safety of her bedroom. The college sweatshirt flew off, tussling the curls of her golden brown her, then her shoes were kicked away and her jeans hit the floor.

She had to bend over to pull them off her feet, pushing her butt out towards Kurtis. He leaned into the bay of his window, pulled by the gravity of her plump round bottom. Her ass was the focal point of his obsession, a thing of celestial size and beauty, utterly unbelievable. Its spheres were perfect; firm, buxom, and ivory. The see-through blue lace of her panties just wrapped it all together like a pornographic present waiting under the tree.

It was the heart shaped bubble of those cheeks that had first caught his eye so many months ago, that had pulled him down to the sexual highs of a junkie voyeur. He wondered how he could have missed it after all the years she’d watched his kids, how he could have been completely oblivious that his neighbor’s daughter was a perfect lure of young female beauty. Before that night, he’d never even known whose window stared back at his nor cared to find out. He couldn’t even remember if the drapes had ever been open before. He’d certainly never thought to look.

But they’d been open for months now. And he was sure if she ever started closing them again, it would kill him.

Back in her room, Kendal reached her hands together above her head, stretching from her tippy toes to as far as her arms could reach. In her almost nakedness, he could see the tightness rippling along her stomach, could admire the perfect swell of her hips and smoothness of her calves. In that moment, Kurtis dwelled in heaven, caught in a rapture of awe and lust that made him tingle.

When he heard the shower shut off, he cursed at the forced removal from his holy place. He didn’t step away though. He kept his face glued out the window as Shannon opened the bathroom door and walked into their bedroom. His features molded themselves into a barely contained rage at the sound of her footsteps.

He felt heavy steam slipping through the crack of the door, but no light came with it. She’d made sure to turn them off before tiptoeing up behind him.

Is she up there yet? his wife whispered. Did I miss anything good?

Kurtis turned his head to look at Shannon as she crept closer. Water was pressing her long dark hair against her face, turning it an even deeper shade of black. A moist towel clung to her tanned skin, squishing the incredibly large breasts they were both so proud of. There were ever increasing moments when Kurtis questioned whether he really still loved his wife, even liked her much for that matter, but he had never thought he would want another body more than hers.

Then Kendal had opened those drapes.

Shannon walked up behind him, pressing herself against his back as she wrapped her arms around his chest. Her eyes peaked over his shoulder at the babysitter she’d just said goodbye to fifteen minutes earlier. Kendall was walking around her room now, putting things away and grabbing her I-pad. God Kurt, look at that ass. I wish she’d take those fucking panties off.

Kurtis hated her for saying that.

Jesus what a sweet little body, Shannon muttered as she nibbled on his shoulder. "Can you