Almost Caught With the Babysitter

When the babysitter cancels, Penny’s husband suggests their redhead neighbor Jayden instead. Jayden arrives wearing a dress that does nothing to hide her curves. Penny sends her husband out to the car, then rounds on Jayden, accusing her of flirting with him on purpose. Jayden doesn’t bother denying it, just tells the truth—the husband never interested her. It was Penny she wanted. Before Penny can react, Jayden slips a hand between her thighs and cups her through her panties. Penny jerks back, mortified, but the wetness on Jayden’s fingertips betrays her. A few seconds later the husband honks, and Penny flees. She returns hours later to find Jayden still inside. The second her husband disappears upstairs, Jayden pins her against the kitchen counter, peels the silk dress down, and tugs hard at Penny’s stiff nipples. Penny pushes her away, weakly at first, then harder, yet Jayden simply drops to her knees, drags the panties aside, and licks a slow stripe up her cunt. The fight drains out of Penny with every slick stroke of Jayden’s tongue. Her legs shake; she comes with a strangled whimper, then bolts upstairs. Jayden follows. When Penny tries to leave again, Jayden blocks the door and whispers the threat: go to bed now and she’ll tell her husband exactly why her mouth tastes like another woman. Cornered, Penny sinks to her knees, parts Jayden’s legs, and eats her with hungry, awkward enthusiasm that quickly turns practiced. Jayden’s fingers twist in her hair as she comes, panting, yet she yanks Penny up before the tremors fade. She drags her to the living-room floor, shoves her thighs apart, and grinds her wet cunt against Penny’s. Penny tries to stay quiet, but each rolling thrust drags another moan from her throat. Footsteps on the stairs. Penny freezes, but Jayden keeps moving, faster now, hidden by the sofa back. Her slick folds slide over Penny’s swollen clit; the friction turns unbearable. They come together—hard, silent except for the quick catch of breath—while her husband’s voice calls down, oblivious, asking if everything’s all right.