Babysitter's Surprise Pool Encounter

666Katherine

It was a sweltering Saturday afternoon, and my wife had whisked the kids away for a day at her sister's, leaving me with a rare chunk of quiet time at home. I'd planned to catch up on some work in my office, but the sun was calling, and I figured I'd sneak in a quick dip in the pool. That's when I heard the splash.

Our babysitter, Emily, had been with us for over a year now—reliable, sweet, and drop-dead gorgeous in a way that made it hard not to notice. She had this effortless beauty: long wavy hair that cascaded down her back, piercing green eyes, and a body that could stop traffic. Her chest was impossibly full and perky, straining against whatever she wore, and her ass was a sculpted masterpiece—big, round, and perfectly toned from all those yoga classes she mentioned. She often asked to use the pool on her off days when we were out, and we'd always said yes. But today, she must've thought the house was empty.

I stepped out onto the patio and froze. There she was, emerging from the water like some kind of siren, wearing the tiniest bikini I'd ever seen. The top was two scraps of fabric that barely contained her massive breasts, tied with thin strings that looked ready to snap. The bottoms were even smaller—a thong that hugged her curves and left her flawless, sun-kissed skin on full display as she climbed out, water dripping down her body. She was clearly there to tan, her skin already glowing under the rays.

Emily spotted me and gasped, her cheeks flushing pink as she grabbed a towel from the lounge chair. "Oh my God, Mr. Thompson! I thought you were gone too. I'm so sorry—I didn't mean to intrude." She wrapped the towel around her waist, but it did little to hide her figure, and her embarrassment was adorable, making her even more alluring.

"No, no, it's fine," I stammered, trying to play it cool, but my eyes betrayed me. I couldn't help staring—her bikini left so little to the imagination, and the way the water beaded on her cleavage was mesmerizing. She caught my gaze lingering, and instead of pulling away, a sly smile crept across her lips. The embarrassment faded, replaced by something playful, almost inviting. She liked it. I could tell.

"Well, since you're here," she said, dropping the towel and sauntering closer, her hips swaying with each step. "I was just about to put on some lotion. Mind helping me out? I can never reach my back properly." Her voice was teasing now, her eyes locking onto mine with a spark of mischief.

I swallowed hard, my heart racing. "Sure, I'd be happy to." She handed me the bottle and turned around, pulling her hair over one shoulder. Her back was smooth and toned, leading down to that incredible ass, the bikini bottoms disappearing between her cheeks. I squeezed some lotion into my hands and started rubbing it in, my fingers gliding over her warm skin. She let out a soft sigh, arching just a little, pressing back against my touch.

As I worked lower, toward her waist, I felt myself getting hard—impossibly so. There was no hiding it in my swim trunks. Emily glanced over her shoulder, her eyes dipping down, and she bit her lip, a knowing grin spreading. "Mmm, that feels good," she murmured. "You know, Mr. Thompson... I've always wondered if there could be more between us. Something... fun."

The air thickened with tension, the sun beating down as her words hung there, full of promise. I finished with the lotion, but my hands lingered on her hips. She turned to face me, her chest rising and falling, that tiny bikini doing nothing to contain the heat building between us. Maybe today was the start of something new.