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Jessica's Live-In Babysitter - Part 2 by CutePatti
A couple of weeks later Sam was at the desk in his bedroom late in the
evening, writing some memos on his laptop. He finished and logged off his
company's secure network, but didn't shut down his computer. Ever since he
had moved into Becky's house he had been in an almost constant state of
arousal because of his proximity to Jessie and her clothes, but he was
trying to be good. Trying not to allow his fetishes to overwhelm and
control him. He SO wanted to go in her room and check out the wonderful
delights she had in her dresser drawers and closet. He knew she had the
kinds of things he so loved because he got to see her wearing them
everyday. And he could imagine how they would feel on his body and how
much more special it would be to wear them since thy were things that
belonged to her...things that she actually wore. It was the perfect
setting for someone like him to be able to satisfy his deepest, darkest
desires and fantasies. But, no, he had to keep them just as fantasies.
Invading Jessie's private world was not right. So he kept himself under
control as best he could because he knew it was the right thing.
He really did like her, and they had a good time together. She sometimes
helped him cook, her specialty was nachos with cheese and salsa, and they
took turns with the dishes, although usually they ended up doing them
together. She even asked him for help with her homework, which he provided
gladly, particularly since he enjoyed sitting close to her. And, of
course, the occasional glimpses she would innocently give him of her
underwear or her cute feet. He tried not to let it show, but the
frustration was taking a toll on him, and he needed an outlet.
So now, instead of turning off his laptop and going to bed, he pulled up a
website bookmark he had stored a long time ago, but had not been to visit
recently. He tried hard to not go there because, although it always turned
him on immensely, he wanted to suppress those desires that haunted him and
left him always frustrated. It was the address of a site called 'Trained &
Tamed', which had stories about boys who were dominated by their sisters,
mothers or girlfriends. It also featured stories of men who were
controlled by their wives or even their young daughters. And in many of
the stories the females were feminizing or sissifying those males. Sam
especially loved the stories of men being controlled by young girls, such
as their own daughters. Or the daughters of girlfriends. Or even....
daughters of past girlfriends.
There were also photo sets of boys and men wearing very feminine outfits
or just silky and frilly underwear. Many also showed females dominating
their submissive guys. Sam selected a specific photo set entitled 'In My
Daughter's Clothes' from the menu and clicked on a link that started a
slideshow showing a man entering his young daughter's bedroom. He began
opening her dresser drawers and looking through her underwear until he
found what he was looking for. He then quickly undressed and put on a pair
of her frilly panties, a cute training bra, a silky white short slip, and
a pair of her white anklet socks with pink lace turn-down cuffs. He was
clearly getting turned on because her panties could hardly contain his
raging hard-on and a damp spot appeared as he started spewing pre-cum.
He then went to her closet and bent down to survey her many pairs of cute
shoes. He finally selected her white maryjanes which had a low heel and a
single instep strap. He trembled and almost orgasmed as his feet, in the
delicate thin nylon anklets, easily slid into shoes that only his daughter
had worn. The intensity of it almost made him faint. Then he kneeled down
and started fastening the shoe straps, and he didn't hear as his daughter
quietly walked into the room. She was wearing a simple sundress and flip-
flops similar to what Sam had seen Jessie wearing that first day. The man
stood up and was ready to select a dress to put on when he finally noticed
his daughter standing behind him. Sam was mesmerized as the photos kept
opening in front of him. He was imagining that this was himself in
Jessie's bedroom, getting caught by her. He was lost in a trance of
masturbation pleasure as he looked back and forth between his swollen cock
and the photos.
He held out for as long as he could, trembling as he held himself just
short of orgasm several times, his cock aching with need while he watched
the daughter take control of her daddy's now submissive position. Finally
he lost control. The scene before him was too much for him take any
longer. As he exploded in an intense orgasm, which he worked vigorously
until the last spasm, he cried outloud, "Oh God...Jessie....YES!" He
didn't even realize he had done that as he hit his peak. Then with a big
sigh of satisfaction, but also a deep feeling of frustration since he knew
his need could never be truly satisfied, he went into the bathroom to
clean himself up.
When he came out a few minutes later, he heard a sound. It was Jessie's
door that had just closed. A troubling thought seized him, and he hurried
into his room and saw that he hadn't shut down his laptop. The last
picture was still on the screen. It showed the man lying over his young
daughter's lap, the frilly panties were pulled back from his bottom...and
the girl was spanking him. Oh my God, he thought. Might she have been in
here and seen that? Was she just in here? How stupid of me to have not
shut it down. He went to bed, but had trouble getting to sleep. He was
racked by uncertainty. Did she see it? And if she did, does she think I'm
a total pervert now? Would she even understand what she was seeing? Should
I say anything to her? He finally drifted off into a fitful sleep, half
dreading facing her the next morning not knowing what might transpire.
Jessie came into the kitchen the next morning as he was preparing
breakfast. Becky was still in bed, since she normally didn't get to bed
until 2 AM or so and usually slept until at least 9 AM. Sam was doing his
best to suppress his nervousness as he joined her at the table.
"So," he said with forced hardiness, "sleep well?" He took a sip of his
coffee, looking up surreptitiously to gauge her expression. "I slept
okay," she replied. "How about you?" She didn't say more as she busied
herself with pouring cereal and milk for herself. She ate in silence but
kept looking at Sam as he ate. "Yeah, I always sleep good," he replied.
Then she suddenly remarked, "Yep, I figured you did since you have to work
so hard at your computer every night."
Sam was anxious and didn't feel much like eating, but he forced himself to
eat as normally as possible, wondering if she was just making an innocent
comment about his computer or if there was a hidden meaning in it. He knew
he was just making himself crazy over probably nothing so he focused on
his breakfast and made small talk.
"Uh, anything special happening at school today?" he asked in what he
hoped was an offhand manner. "Not really," Jessie replied, not looking up.
She took a drink of milk, which gave her a little milk moustache. "No,
wait," she said suddenly, wiping her lip with a napkin. "There is
something, actually." "Really?" he said, glad she was talking to him now.
Maybe his worrying was for nothing, after all. "Yeah, I wanted to ask you
for a favor." She turned towards him and took a deep breath. "There's
cheerleader practice after school today and I'm gonna miss the late bus.
Mom has to leave for work before it's over at five so could you pick me up
at school?" She looked at him expectantly.
Sam hesitated. "Well," he said slowly, "I do have a meeting scheduled for
4 o'clock today, and I don't know if it would be over in time for me
to..." "Oh please," she interrupted, "I already told Amy she could have a
ride too -- pleeeease?" She looked at him imploringly. "Well," he said, "I
suppose maybe I could reschedule the meeting a bit earlier, so maybe I
could..." "Oh thank you, thank you!" she cried. She jumped up and ran
around the table to give him a hug. "You're the best!" She gave him a kiss
on the cheek, then retrieved her book bag from the back of her chair. "See
you later at five!" she chirped, and waved to him as she went out the door
to catch the school bus.
Sam picked up his coffee and sipped it as he leaned back in his chair. He
sighed with relief. Thank God, he thought -- looks like she didn't see it.
So I guess I'm not a perv as far as she's concerned. But I've got to be
more careful in the future. Then he thought about what she had just said
about cheerleader practice. He didn't know she was a cheerleader. Whew,
another of his fetishes hit him like a ton of bricks. He smiled and sort
of chuckled as he wondered just how much more he could take. He finished
his breakfast and went to send some e-mails. It might take some doing to
reschedule that meeting, he thought, but he was glad to do it for her. For
his sweet cheerleader.
Later that morning when Becky was up and puttering around in the kitchen,
he came out of his room to chat with her. He told her about his plan to
pick Jessie up at school later in the day. "Huh! That's funny," she said.
"The late bus doesn't leave until five-thirty. She could make it if she
tries." She gave him an amused smirk. "I think she's doing her best to
wrap you around her little finger, Sam. Don't go letting her take
advantage of your good nature. She is good at getting her way. So be
careful."
"Oh, it's not such a big deal," he replied, "I don't mind. I was going to
be heading home about that time anyway." "Well, you just be careful," she
said. "Jessica may seem sweet, but she's pretty strong willed, too." Sam
helped himself to a muffin from the box she had opened. "Like mother like
daughter," he said, winking as he headed out of the kitchen for the
stairs. Becky shook her head and scowled at him. "Whatever," she said,
smiling, as she turned back to her breakfast.
As it turned out, it wasn't difficult to rearrange his schedule, and he
showed up at Jessica's school five minutes early. She and her friend Amy
were already waiting by the curb when he drove up. They were still wearing
their cheerleading outfits, colorful little affairs in the school colors
of blue and gold, with tight fitting half-tees and short skirts. And
really cute blue and gold sneaks with short white socks that said 'Tigers'
in blue on the cuffs. Sam felt a familiar twinge as he looked at the cute
uniforms. Get ahold of yourself, buddy, he thought to himself. Keep your
cool!
They piled into the back seat as soon as he pulled up to the curb. As Sam
started the car he noticed a school bus pull in the parking lot. He looked
at the girls in the rear view mirror. "I thought you said you couldn't
take the bus," he said. "Looks to me like you'd have plenty of time to
catch it." The girls looked at each other and were silent for a moment.
"Uh, well we got out early today," Jessie said. "Usually it's later, right
Amy?" "Uh....Yeah, right," Amy said, "we're usually, uh, later." "Okay,"
he said. He smiled to himself, remembering his conversation with Becky
earlier. He now knew he had been had.
"Thanks for giving me a ride, Mr. ... Mr..." Amy said hesitantly. "Just
call me Sam," he said. "And it's no problem -- glad to do it." Amy was
Jessie's best friend. She was a pretty little brunette. "So, what do you
cheer for?" he asked as he turned the corner out of the school parking
lot. "Does your school have sports teams?" "No, we cheer at the high
school football and basketball games," said Jessie. "Aren't you a little
young for that?" he asked. "I thought the high school had its own
cheerleaders." "They do," Amy said, leaning forward to talk over the back
of the passenger seat. "They're called the 'Tigerettes', 'cause the team
is the 'Tigers', you know? And we're sort of the middle school kid squad.
We're the 'Tiger Kittens'." She plopped back into her seat, and she and
Jessie launched into a cheer.
"Meow, meow, scratch, scratch, we're the team you'll never catch! Don't
you touch 'cause you'll get bitten, never mess with a Tiger Kitten!" They
scratched at the air and made growling noises, then collapsed into a
flurry of giggles. "I see," he laughed. "And do you cheer at games along
with the older girls?" "Not at the same time," Amy said, "we do it right
after them, or sometimes before." "The crowd must love you," he said.
"Yeah, they think we're real cute," Amy said brightly. "I think some of
them like us better than the Tigerettes!" "Especially some of the older
guys," Jessie said. The girls looked at each other and tried to stifle
their laughter, but soon burst out giggling again. Sam raised his
eyebrows, but didn't say anything.
The girls chattered together for the twenty minute ride to Amy's house.
When they arrived she got out and Jessie moved to the front seat next to
Sam. "See ya, Amy," she said. "Call me, okay?" "'Kay," Amy said. "Thanks
again, Mr. ... uh, Sam." She waved and went into the house. "Nice girl,"
he said as he pulled away from the curb. "Yeah, she's cool," said Jessie.
"We do lots of stuff together."
It was a five minute drive to the condo. As soon as they dropped Amy off,
Jessie stretched and put her right foot up on the dashboard. Her skirt
rode up, exposing blue cotton panties. She was looking out the passenger
window and singing softly to herself, and seemed unaware that her
underwear was on display. Sam noticed immediately, of course. She remained
in that position for the entire ride home, and when they arrived he was
almost relieved. Once inside, Jessie tossed her bag on the stairs and went
into the kitchen to get a cookie. He followed her and started getting
ready to prepare dinner. She nibbled her cookie, watching him.
"Hey, Sam," she said. "Hm?" he said, looking up. "Wanna see what we do in
cheerleading?" "Uh, sure," he said. "Now?" "It'll only take a minute," she
said, licking the cookie crumbs from her fingers. "C'mon in here." She
grabbed his hand and led him into the living room. "Okay, you sit there,"
she said, pushing him down onto the couch, "and I'll be here." She stood
in front of him, about five feet away. "This is what we're working on
now." She took a deep breath to compose herself, and started.
She repeated the chant she and Amy had performed in the car, as well as
some others. They were accompanied by the usual cheerleading moves, with
lots of jumping-jacks and high kicks with hands on hips. What made it
different were the meows and 'kitten moves' that were mixed in, like the
air-scratching, or little pounces with wrinkled nose and clawed hands.
Finally she ended with, "We're here to help you root, root, root! Don't
you think we're awfully cute?" As she delivered the last line, she pouted
and stood with her hand on a cocked hip, pulling up her skirt just a bit.
Sam laughed and applauded. "Wonderful!" he said. "The crowd must love it!"
"Yeah, they do," she said, beaming and repeating what she had said
earlier, "Especially some of the older guys." And she was looking right at
him when she said it.
"I really like doing the cheerleading stuff," she continued, "even though
I don't have the full uniform yet. You're supposed to have blue spandex
underpants called spankypants, but I don't have any yet, so I just wear
these ordinary cotton ones." Looking at Sam, she stepped forward and
lifted her skirt again, only much higher. Standing about two feet in front
of him, she displayed her thin cotton panties, thrusting her hips forward
for emphasis. She was looking directly into his eyes, but he wasn't able
to tear his eyes away from looking at her panties as she spoke to him.
"They're the right color and our coach says they're okay for practice, but
I hafta get the real kind before the next game. I'd rather just keep
wearing these." She looked at Sam with wide eyes, still holding her skirt
up. "Do you think they are OK? Don't you think they go good with the rest
of the uniform? Do you like these panties, Sam, huh?" Finally she dropped
her skirt and quickly turned to leave the room before he could answer.
"I'm gonna go change," she said. "You were cool to give us a ride. I
really hate the late bus." She started up the stairs, then stopped and
turned to face him. "Thank you, I'll have to return the favor somehow,"
she said giggling, and smiled and then winked at him. Then she bounded up
the stairs to her room.
Sam sat alone with his heart pounding in his chest. He was incredibly
aroused. What just happened, he asked himself. The last few minutes were
like they had been scripted by her for his benefit. It was just like she
knew about his panty fetish... or was it just a coincidence? And totally
innocent? Or deliberate? Or maybe from something she saw that she
shouldn't have? He got up to deal with their dinner, once again filled
with uncertainty but relieved that she still had said nothing about the
computer incident. Nah, she has no idea. Everything is OK, he thought to
himself. But...he also answered her question to himself, Yes, he did
indeed like her panties.
End of Part 2
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