Yoga with the Babysitter

It’s been a few days since you went on that bad date, and had a great night with the babysitter instead.

Your buddy Frank called and asked how things went, and you told him “The date didn’t go as planned, but don’t worry about it.”

As you sit at home, teleworking, you think about how sexy the babysitter looked, sucking your cock. You wish she was older, so you don’t feel like a creep, if you were to call and ask her for a date.  Then you remember that she mentioned that she does yoga and is willing to teach you. 

You take a break and call her.

She answers, “Hi, do you need me to babysit for you again? I could really use the cash, before I go back to college.”

You smile to yourself “No. I don’t need you to babysit, but I think I’ll take you up on your offer for yoga lessons.  I will pay you for your time.” You say in your most professional manner.

“Really? I will be happy to do that. But how much will you pay?”

You lean back in your chair, “I haven’t taken yoga before, so you will have to start slow with me.  How much do beginner lessons cost?”

“Can I get back to you on that?  I do it at school as part of physical therapy classes, so I don’t really know.”

You chuckle into the phone, “How about you come over this afternoon and I pay you what you feel is fair.” 

“That sounds good. I will come over around 4.”

“Can you make it 5. I need to finish working for the day, and then take care of a few things.”

“Ok, I will be there at 5.  And remember to dress for yoga. That means something that you can stretch and move in.” she says with a playful tone.

You hang up and then call your parents.  The kids spent the weekend with the grandparents and it is still Holiday break for the rest of the week.

“Hi Mom, how are the kids? Watching movies with Dad? Good. I just wanted to call and say that I will be busy with work the next day or two, so if you could hold on to them for a few more days, that would make things easier.”

“Hopefully it isn’t anything serious?”

“No.  It is just I will be bouncing from the office to home and possibly spending some long hours. I just feel better knowing that you will be caring for them.”

“You know your father and I are always happy to have our grandchildren over here. I think it makes your father feel young again.  He keeps picking movies that the kids hadn’t seen that he thinks they should know.  A lot of old classics.  If your son comes home talking like Humphrey Bogart or John Wayne, it is all your father’s fault.” She says in an almost serious tone.

You chuckle “As long as he is only talking like them and not dressing like them.  I don’t want you returning a 9-year-old wearing a fedora and a trench coat, or 7-year-old dressed like Betty Davis or Judy Garland.”

Your mom laughs “What if she is wearing the fedora and trench coat and he is in the dress.?” 

“Then I know it’s your doing instead of dad’s.” you respond laughing. “I will call at bedtime and say goodnight to the kids. I need to focus on work again.  Thanks again Mom.”

You put down your cell phone and get some more work done on the computer.

When it gets to be 3, you finish up and quickly check emails to ensure that there is nothing that is truly crucial. You need to be logged into your work account for one more hour.

A quick glance around the living room and you realize you need to vacuum, put away your lunch dishes, and just generally tidy up the place. As you tidy things up, you keep checking your work emails and messenger app.  Luckily nothing comes in.  At 4 you send a quick message to your co-workers saying that you will see them online tomorrow, and log off.

Quickly you head to the bedroom and strip off your clothes.  During the pandemic you learned that during business hours, you dress as if you are going into the office. You don’t want to be the guy caught wearing a t-shirt and underwear during a teleconference and a live camera. Bad enough having kids in the background from time to time, but everyone who is a single parent, understands that the kids just want to see what is going on.

“Enough thinking about work” you say to yourself as you put on a t-shirt that you don’t mind sweating in.  The one you grab was a prize at the school fair with the school’s name in bold letters. You follow that up by grabbing your sweatpants. Just before you put them on, you remember her comment about “you really should trim up that bush.” So, you go to the bathroom and grab your electric shaver.  You hadn’t previously used the beard trimmer on it. You set it, grab a comb and try to make it less of a jumbled mess and more like a mown patch of hair. 

After a few minutes of trying unsuccessfully with the trimmer, you grab a pair of scissors, and do your best to clean things up. “Now I know why college guys wax. Trimming takes a lot of practice.” It doesn’t look too bad. No clever patterns but it is thinned out and more uniform. Pulling up your sweat pants you notice the time. You have about 10 minutes before she’ll be here. The last thing is to put on socks and trainers.  

As you tie the laces, the doorbell rings.

You open the door and there she is, the babysitter, wearing hot pink yoga pants and matching top. She has a shoulder bag with rolled mat lying along the top.

“Good, you have on comfortable clothing. Shall we do it in the living room?” she says, walking in.

“Yes, there is enough room, let me move the coffee table out of the way.” You respond, pushing the rectangular coffee table to the side of the room.

She picks a spot, unrolls her mat and pulls a towel and water bottle from her bag, which she then sets down by the couch.

“Before we begin, do you have a mat? Or do you just want to do it on the carpet?”

“Is a mat important? I always see ads with women in yoga outfits with mats and water bottles.” You ask genuinely curious. 

“According to our teachers, the mat is useful in a number of ways.  It is a consistent surface, with a little bit of cushion to it.  Also, it helps to define your personal space, and when you sweat it lands on the mat instead of the floor. You can then just wipe off your mat instead of having to wash the floor.” 

“Ok, That makes sense.  I don’t have a mat, but I know what will work. Be right back.”

You go to your daughter’s room.  There is a play mat with cartoon animals on it. It also has crayon marks all over it, but you grab it regardless.

As you lay it down in the living room, she laughs “That’s cute. I like it.”

“I’ll just use it for today.   If I continue doing this, I will buy my own mat. Ok, let me grab a water and a towel.”  A few minutes later, you have everything.

You are both standing on your mats and facing each other.

“Ok” she starts off “We are going to do what is called the “First Sun Salutation.”

She steadies herself, placing her feet a little wider than shoulder width apart. “Now, slowly inhale though your nose as you raise your hands over your head.” You do as she asks. 

“And exhale as you bend over, grabbing your ankles.” You slowly bend down and exhale. “Now raise your head and inhale still holding your ankles.”

You feel your muscles stretching as match her movements.

She lets go of her ankles and moves into the push-up position. “Get prone and slowly exhale.” It feels a little different as you go from holding your ankles to getting down on the mat. She then bends her head and back while her legs press against her mat.  “And Inhale slowly…” Then she puts her ass in the air with her arms and legs straight,

“Exhale, slowly.  This is the “Downward Facing Dog” position.  Keep in this position and we will do 5 slow breaths.  Slowly inhale through your nose, and exhale though your mouth. In….. and Out…..” You focus on your breathing. 

“Now walk your hands back and grab your ankles again, look forward and inhale slowly.” You are a little unsteady, but you do it. “Head down and Exhale”.

“Now raise up, with your arms above your head, inhaling slowly.” You do as she says. 

“And lower your arms and exhale slowly.” You do and smile at her.

“That feels good.” You say.

“I’m glad you feel that way, we need to do it 3 more time.  But this time I want to do it with minimal talking.  Do you feel up to it?”

You take a quick sip from your water bottle.  “Yeah.  Let’s do it.”

As you are going through the poses, you concentrate on your breathing, and the feeling of your muscles as they stretch and move.

By the end of the fourth series, you are sweating, though you feel good, as you use your towel to dry off.

“You did that really well.” She says as she also wipes perspiration from her skin.

You notice that her nipples are hard through her tight top.

“You obviously enjoyed yourself.” You say with a smile.

“When I do some of these poses, I imagine having a lover filling my lubricated vagina, slowly going in and out.”

You were taking a sip from your water bottle when she says that, and you cough and spit.  She comes over and pats your back.  “Are you okay?”

You wipe your mouth with your towel, “Yeah, I just hadn’t expected to hear the phrase “lubricated vagina”.”

“Would you have preferred that I said “wet pussy”?  I have an anatomy professor who is a stickler for us using proper names for body parts. Does that bother you?”

You shake your head and smile. “Not in the least.  After the other night when you mentioned that you “liked your pussy eaten” is that what you really wanted to say?”

She blushes a bit. “When I sucked you, I was horny and really wasn’t thinking.  When I am doing yoga, especially demonstrating it, my mind goes into “presentation mode”.  That includes changing my vocabulary and tone.  My thoughts can still be sexual at times, but the rest of it has changed. Does that make sense?”

You walk closer to her, place a gentle hand along her face, “Of course it does.  When I am working, I use different words and voice than when I am with my kids. I completely understand.”

Her skin feels so soft and smooth as your thumb caresses your cheek.  “Where are the kids?” she asks in a slightly seductive tone.

You lean in closer to her ear and whisper, “They are with their grandparents for the next couple of days.  We have the house all to ourselves.”

She turns her head and kisses your mouth. “That is what I wanted to hear.”

You kiss her back, gripping the back of her head.

“I so badly want to eat your pussy, ever since you mentioned it”

She pulls down her yoga pants, revealing a nicely trimmed bush.

“You aren’t wearing panties? Did you come here to have sex?”

“Not if the kids were here.  And I enjoy the feeling of my yoga clothes without wearing underwear underneath.”  She stands with her feet spread apart, and says in a low tone, “Get down on your knees and lick my labia.”

Getting on your knees and walking to her, you grip her ass and look up, “Oh yes, tell me what you want.”

Your tongue slowly licks her fleshy outer lips. Her skin feels soft and warm. Slowly you lick up and down.  She runs her fingers through your hair.

You can taste her excitement as you lick between the outer lips and the inner lips. 

“Ooohhh. You have done this before.” She says in a mock surprised tone.  “You know how to take your time and ensure that I am lubricated and ready.”

You release her ass cheek with one hand and use your fingertips on her clit.

Slowly moving back the hood, you see the exposed clit, which you lick with the tip of your tongue. You slowly lick around it a few times, and then you place your mouth on it and suck firmly.

“Oh God.” She says in a surprised tone.  “Guys normally aren’t the ones to do that.” She says as she starts breathing harder. You suck harder and use a finger slowly along her wet lips.  She grips your hair firmly. “Can we make a change?” She asks

You stop sucking and look up. “Anything you want.”

She steps back and lies down on her mat with her knees bent.  “This way I don’t have to keep my balance as I enjoy what you are doing.”

“I agree” you say as you crawl between her thighs and resume eating her sweet damp pussy.

After a few minutes she tightens her thighs around your head, as she is breathing harder. You work two fingers, twisting in and out of her pussy as you continue sucking her clit. She bites her lower lip to keep from moaning loudly as you feel her pulse and contract around your fingers.

Your fingers are wet with her juices and you suck them as you sit back.

She grabs her towel and wipes her forehead. 

“You are as good as any of the girls back at school.”

“Oh, so you enjoy having your labia licked and your vagina filled by your female classmates.” You say in an academic tone.

“Yes, I also enjoy doing it to them too, from time to time. Do you think that makes me a slut?” she honestly asks.

“No, not at all. College is a time to learn, experiment, find out what you enjoy, and help shape the path you will follow in the future. You can’t do that if you never try new things or have different experiences.” You say reassuringly.

“So, if I was to take your lovely uncircumcised penis, suck you until you are fully erect, and then have you move it in and out of my lubricated vagina, you wouldn’t think less of me?”

“No at all.  I think that I am a lucky man, who as a beautiful woman who wants to enjoy herself with my body. That’s it. No labels or slurs. This is probably a “one-time thing”, and I am happy for that.” You move closer to her, hug her and kiss her.  “Do you want to get me “fully erect” and have me “fill your lubricated vagina”?”

She kisses you, and reaches a hand into your sweat pants, slowly stroking you.

You remove the sweat pants, and she sucks you hard.

She has you get behind her as she does various positions.  Her grabbing her ankles as you thrust into her hard, then moving to “downward facing dog” as you grip her hips and fuck her harder. At one point she has her legs prone with her back bent as fill her from behind and pull her hair.

This continues until both of you orgasm again and again. You are both sweaty and tired.

She gets dressed and packs up her bottle, towel, and mat.

“Don’t you want to shower before you go? You can clean up, or we can wash each other?” you say in a suggestive tone.

“Not this time. If I walk home all sweaty, then anyone who sees me will think we had a very good first yoga session. If I smell like I just washed and showered, then people might draw different conclusions.”

You nod as you get dressed and start tidying up the living room.

“Do you want to teach me more yoga?” you ask.

She smiles and turns to you “Of course, especially if you are paying for the lessons. There is a Second Sun Salutation, which is similar to the first one, but with a few more poses.”

“I like the sound of that. And yes, we agreed that I would pay you what I thought was fair.”  Opening your wallet you pull a couple of twenties. “I don’t have more on hand.”

She shakes her head. “If I was worth more, don’t you have a payment app that you use?”

She gives you the number to link apps, and you transfer more money than what you paid for babysitting. “Oh, Wow! Is that what yoga lessons are worth to you?”

“They were this time.  Next time I might pay more, the same, or less, depending on what you teach me.” You respond.

“Thank you.” She says as she kisses your cheek and goes out the door.

You make a note on the app about the money transfer “Yoga with the Babysitter”.

 

The Babysitter

‘I can’t believe how this badly this night sucked.’ You think as you drive home. 

You hadn’t been out on a date in years.

It is tough enough being a single father; caring for the kids, working (from home when you can), getting the kids to school, ensuring everyone gets a good meal, and everything else that needs done to keep the house clean.

You were happy when your coworker Frank, set you up on this “blind date”, and lucky that the college girl from down the street was home for the holidays, and was willing to babysit your kids for cash. At least you thought it was going to go well.

The babysitter showed up on time, wearing yoga pants, a t-shirt and carrying a bag with books and stuff.

“The kids are eating dinner. I made them their favorite; chicken fingers and mac & cheese. If you could just make sure they help you clean off the table, and put their dirty dishes in the sink, I will load and run the dishwasher when I get back.” You said.

“I brought a few books and games for the kids. We might even watch a movie or two if they are good.” She responded. You handed her a slip of paper, “Here is my cell phone number, if there is an emergency. And if it is serious…”

“If it is serious, I will call 911 first and then call you. In school I took First Aid and CPR. Go and have a good time. Your kids are safe with me.” She assured you.

She was right about that. The kids appear to be safe. You didn’t get any calls during the dinner, but that was the only thing that went right.

When you got to the restaurant, they didn’t have your reservation. They assured you that “they might be able to fit you in, if you could confirm when your date would arrive.” 

She wasn’t there yet, so you called the number that Frank gave you. It went to a message saying that “The voice mailbox for the number you dialed is full. You cannot leave a message. Goodbye.” You tried a couple more times, hoping it would go through, but didn’t.

About 40 minutes later, a woman in a stunning evening gown, arrives. She looks similar to the photo Frank showed you, so you walk up and ask if she was looking for you. She looks at your wrinkled sport coat with an old stain on the cuff, the cartoon character tie that your daughter picked out for you to wear, and your hair which is messy from you nervously running your hands through it, while waiting for her.

“Oh. You are not what Frank described.” She said in a disappointed tone. “Is our table ready?” you explained that the restaurant didn’t have your reservation.

You ask the Host, if there is a table for two, available. He explained that there will be a wait of about 30 minutes or more, and that they really should have placed a reservation. He pointed you to the bar. You told your date that it will be a 30-minute wait, but there is room at the bar.

She exhales in frustration and goes to the Host. She demands, in a loud voice, to be seated, immediately. She is about to make a scene.

You feel so embarrassed. Walking up, you gently take her arm, and apologize to the Host, and lead her to the bar. “If you made the reservation, they should have it and we should be seated.” She said in a too loud tone. “Did you make it, or didn’t you?” she continues.

“I thought I did. With everything going on with work, and the kids getting ready for holiday break, maybe I made a mistake and forgot to call.” You say in a calm tone, trying to have her lower her voice.

“Maybe I made a mistake too.” She says loudly. “Frank said you needed help. You need more than that. Hopefully I can salvage my evening.” She then got her cell phone from her purse. “Hey, yea. I’m leaving now. That loser your brother set me up with was a waste. I will see you at the club and we can go dancing.” She hung up. “You should probably go back to your kids. I had back up plans. Just in case tonight was a bust.” And she walked away.

You tell the Host not to worry about it, and you slowly drive back home. The Traffic leaving the city, going back to the suburbs was worse than you expected. By the time you get home it is still earlier than what you told the babysitter.

The house is mostly dark except for a light from the living room.

You quietly enter the house, and remove your sport coat.

She is sitting on the couch reading a book on human physiology. In a hushed tone you ask “How were the kids?”

She looks up, closes the book, and answers “They were great. They finished eating and rinsed their plates. We put everything in the dishwasher and ran it. Your son made sure everything was stacked correctly.” She smiled at that.

“You have great kids. I let them pick a Disney movie, and afterwards they washed up, brushed their teeth, and went to bed. Your daughter asked if I would read to her. She had me read a couple of chapters of the book you have been reading to her.”

You reach in to your wallet and pull-out money and a tip. “I really appreciate you coming over. You earned it.” She takes the money and looks at her watch.

“I thought you would be out longer. You still have an hour on the clock. So how was your date?” she asks as she sits up and folds her shapely legs under her.

You sigh, as you pull off your tie. “The restaurant didn’t have the reservations and it went downhill from there.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. I know you don’t go out much. Your kids told me this is the first time that you have gone out in a long while.”

“You don’t want to hear about that. What were you reading?” you ask changing the subject.

“That is my Human Physiology text book. I am studying to be a physical therapist.”

“Oh, is that why the yoga pants? You work on stretching and muscles?” you ask, genuinely curious. 

“No. I like them because they are comfortable, and they show off my body. I have to work out all the time, so I have the strength and flexibility that will be needed. I also do yoga and am learning massage techniques. Would you like to see?” She asks as she stands up, her long hair is in a ponytail along her back, as she begins her various yoga poses. Her body is so firm and tight. You try not to stare.

As she does Downward Facing Dog, you are look at her firm ass, and you blush. She stops and stands in front of you. “I’m sorry, did I make you uncomfortable?”

“No, the opposite. It’s been years since I had anyone show their body off to me like that. Even fully clothed.”

“Really. It has been years since you were with someone?” she asks quietly.

You nod. “Shortly after my daughter was born, my marriage fell apart. The wife found someone else and wanted a new start. My focus was on the kids after that.”

You stand up. “You should go home; you don’t need to hear about that. And you have all of those college guys back at school.”

She slowly unbuttons your shirt. “But college boys aren’t men. I want a man tonight. Especially one who hasn’t had sex in years.” She kisses your hairy chest. Her lips are soft and warm on your skin. You untuck her t-shirt and reach up. You feel the smooth skin of her small firm breasts. “No bra tonight?” you ask. “I don’t like them. If I wasn’t coming over, I might have worn a sports bra and nothing else.” You slowly rub her nipples. Your cock is getting hard as she kisses her way down your stomach.

Letting go of her nipples you back up towards the couch. She unbuckles your belt and opens your pants. The tip of our cock pokes up from the waistband of your ‘tighty whiteys’. “Mmmm so classic. You are a real ‘daddy’.” She says as she pulls your cock free. “But you really should trim up that bush.”

“What, don’t college boys have pubic hair?” you ask. She licks the tip. Her tongue is so wet and smooth. Her grip on your shaft feels so good. 

“College guys, trim or wax. Just like the men in porn.” She says and then licks down your shaft. You place your hands on her head. Her hair is so smooth and silky. You feel the suction of her warm, wet mouth, as she takes you deeper. This feels so good, and it has been so long, you aren’t going to last much longer.

She pulls back her mouth and smiles up at you. “Mmmm you are going to cum. Your cock is so slick and tasty now.” She strokes it faster, and her fingers grip the tip and milk it.

You grab her head and lock your knees. You feel your orgasm move from your back and through your cock. “Oh God” you say louder than you planned. 

She pumps you and licks your jism as it drips on her hand and down your shaft. “Mmmm Tasty. I like it. So thick and rich. You really haven’t cum in a while.”

You hear the timer on her phone ding.

She stands up and kisses your mouth. You taste your jizz on her lips.

“It’s time I head back home.” She says.

You just realized that you are breathing harder than you thought.

She puts her book into her bag.

“I set the alarm for when you said you would be back. If you hadn’t gotten home, I would have called you, and then my folks. Oh, before I forget…”

She grabs her phone. “Hi Dad, yes, I should be home in a few minutes. He just got back. Yes, he paid me and gave me a tip too. Ok Dad, I will tell him.” And she hangs up. “My dad said that if you need me to baby sit anytime during the holidays, just ask.”

She walks closer and whispers in your ear, “If you want me to teach you yoga, maybe I can come over when you are alone and teach you some stretches, and techniques that you might need the next time you have a date.”

As you pull up your pants, you give her a confused look.

“When is the last time you ate pussy? You have a yummy cock, but I really like to have my pussy eaten. If we had more time and the kids weren’t here, I would show you what I mean.”

You swallow and clear your throat. “Thank you, I will keep that in mind. I would like to learn Yoga. I don’t have time to work out, and learning how to exercise when I am working from home might be a good idea.”

She kisses your cheek and goes to the door.

“I go back to school in another week, if you are really interested, call me before then.” You hold up your cell phone. ‘Thank you, I will’ and she closes the door behind her.