The Babysitter's Secret

I invited her inside and took her coat. Jenny was wearing a sky blue angora sweater and a tight pair of blue jeans, both of which seemed form-fitting to her lithe body. Although Jenny had been boyish when she was younger, she was downright sexy now. I tried not to think about it, but I couldn't help but notice how her breasts had grown from non-existent to a medium C cup in just a few short years. Her face had become more pretty and feminine. Her hips now had a lady-like curve. Her butt had formed into a round, heart shape that I couldn't help but stare at as she walked into the living room to greet the kids.

"Hey there, you little munchkins!" she cried. The twins threw their arms around her and Jenny hugged them tightly. She then launched into an immediate tickle attack that saw Nathan and Johanna rolling on their backs, laughing madly. I had to smile.

"I'm going now, Jenny," I told her.

"OK, Mr. Fuller!" she called. "Drive safe!"

"Thanks, Jenny," I replied. "Remember, if anything happens, call 9-1-1. Or if it's not an emergency, just call me or your dad."

"I will. Bye bye!"

"Bye, Jenny. Bye guys."

"Bye, Daddy!" the twins called back in unison.

I cast one last, lingering gaze at Jenny. I was amazed at how she had transformed from an awkward tomboy into a sexy nymphet who seemed to virtually ooze hormones. She was on her hands and knees, tickling the kids again, and my eyes fixated at her bubble butt. My cock immediately grew hard in my pants and, for a brief moment, I felt a kind of animal lust rip through my body. I suddenly wanted this eighteen year old girl more than I'd wanted any woman in my life. But the moment passed. I walked out the door, thankful for the cold, and climbed into my car to begin the drive to the meeting.

It was already snowing when I arrived at the appointed location for the meeting. By the time I left, about two hours later (we decided not to strike, if you really want to know), it was coming down pretty heavily. The roads were treacherous as I drove home. In fact, by the time I reached my street, I was slipping and sliding so badly that I decided not to risk going down the driveway because of its steep incline. Instead, I parked on the street, and gingerly walked down the front lawn to the door.