Underneath this rather plain pajama top is… nothing. That’s right! My young sweet teen body is naked for your use in living out your barely legal fantasies. So, there I am at home, walking around looking like the perfect innocent angel, and then as soon as I’m in my bedroom I’m a wild teen slut! I get online and show my body off to horny men, and roleplay on the phone with them. My favorite teen roleplay is when I’m the sexy young babysitter getting caught with my hand in my panties while looking at the porn stash. Of course, I’ll do anything to get out of being told on! Before long, my bald little pussy is being filled with cock!

I’m already in the mood to play, so if you want to live out your hottest teen fantasies, give me a call! As always, you get a 3 free minute free phone call, and the only limits we have are what you set! Ready to let me be your little cock sucker?

I’m like that 911 Porsche Turbo Coupe you lust after. New, exciting, and only 7 miles on the odometer. It can’t be zero, you know, if I didn’t have a little experience, I wouldn’t be nearly as much fun! So consider my past experiences, the factory test drive.

And just like that 911, I can go to 0 to 60 in like 3.4 seconds! *Smiles* Maybe, like that Porsche, your friends would ogle over me when you showed up with me at the party. They would comment, look, and fantasize, but only YOU’d be able to have me. Only YOU have the keys to MY ignition! Better yet, we leave the party early for some hot fun, perhaps in the front seat of your Porsche? *Blushes* You’d be the envy of the neighborhood, and I’d be quite happy to prove that you are deserving of that envy! Wonder how I’d do that? C’mon, call me. I’ll be happy to rev your engine until you red-line with pleasure. All you need to do call me on Niteflirt when I’m online, and I’ll give new meaning to your idea of Pole Position! *Giggles*

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A customer recently told me that part of what he enjoyed most about our phone calls is the way in which I push the fantasy/story forward, and how I never expect to keep the caller on longer than necessary, often giving up my love for pillow talk in the process.  I know that most of the time you have something to do…and a lot of my customer’s are calling me from deserted (at least momentarily) offices, parked cars along some not so busy street, or in the laundry room in the basement while the world is asleep upstairs — momentarily, at least.  More times than not, you don’t have time for the pillow talk, and want to just hit the barely legal phone fantasy, or the girl next door fantasy, or the tight little virgin who wants to learn all about sex with an older more experienced teacher fantasy, immediately.  And I’m not one to stand in the way of true passion! :) 

I’ve noticed that I sort of do the same in my posts when I feel a certain pressure to get to the "meat" of it.  I haven’t quite found my stride here, though.  I come off sounding a bit robotic, like I’m just trying to throw in the necessary stuff with out being really connected to it, and well, for all of you who know me - you know that THAT is so not like me to do. 

So I’m going to try to start over a bit.  After all, it’s my hope that you get to know me well enough to want to give me a call.  It’s in my best interest to make sure that foot I put forward belongs to me, right?

Do you ever find yourself watching that sweet teen next door and wondering what it is about her that makes you want her so desperately bad?  If you’ve been lusting after her for quite some time, you’ll find eroticism in the most simplistic actions.  Maybe it’s the crossing and the uncrossing of her legs while she sits in the front row in the lecture hall in school.  Maybe it’s the way she dangles her shoes by her toes.  Sometimes when she applies lip gloss with the tiny soft little brush, you imagine what that might feel like - that little soft brush on the underside of your cock, or how her glossy lips might taste when you run your tongue over first the top lip, then the bottom…  When she twirls her hair around her finger, over and over again, until she finally lets the tendril of hair escape, to fall gently on her neck - you might imagine your lips there…where the curl sits.  When she walks by you in the grocery store, do you take in the fresh scent of her?  Do you notice the soft little hairs on her legs when she wears the little jean skirts, or the way her tank top fits her so perfectly, lately?  There are these erotic little moments that happen that we’re not even aware of.  And when we become aware of the little things that turn you on - beware.  That is when we will take our time with the little soft brush dipped in bubble gum flavored gloss.  We’ll exaggerate the rubbing together of our lips, trace the neck of our tank tops, rub our own foot back and forth against our own calf, while looking up at you with a mock innocence that only a barely legal tease can deliver. 

Anticipation.  Take a moment to let it build…then give me a call!  You’ll be glad you did!

I don’t mean to snoop — but eventually I always make my way to the master bedroom to see what I can find. 

Some parents hide their dvds in secret dvd cases — unnamed, or named something really casual like "our summer vacation".  I discovered one porno in a "Beauty and the Beast" case.  I guess you could call a porno about huge dicks just about anything, right? 

I don’t think they would ever suspect their barely legal babysitter of snooping, and so far I’ve gotten away with it.  I’ve even borrowed pornos.  If ever I make it back, I try to replace them.  Every week the "Johnsons" meet with my Uncle for planning and to go over their portfolios.  I don’t know why they have to meet him so often as they don’t do anything different after meeting with him, at least that’s what my uncle says.  But Mr. Johnson insists on it.  He wants to stay abreast of everything, he says.  When I go to their house, he always gives me a warm hug and tells me to help myself to anything in the refrigerator.  He usually leaves me money for frozen yogurt if I want to take the kids someplace.  After the kids are tucked in, I hit the dvd collection.  Mr. Johnson usually takes the "Mrs" out for desert and coffee after the meeting, so I can usually count on them being gone for a few hours.  Something strange has been happening, though.

The past 2 times I’ve baby sat, Mr. Johnson has given me really long hugs.  He presses into me so hard I can practically feel his hard on through his pants.  Mrs. Johnson never seems to notice how long her husband hugs me, or the bright red in my face after he lets me go.  I try not to let myself get affected, but, it kinda makes my little tight pussy wet to have him press up against me like that in front of his wife and all.  The other thing I’ve noticed is that, Mr. Johnson doesn’t seem to hide his naughty dvd’s anymore.  If I didn’t know better, I’d think that he purposely put them in order in his entertainment center in the bedroom.  One time I even noticed that there w

as a babysitter video already in the dvd in the master bedroom.

I don’t know what to think! Is he trying to make a move on me?  I’ll just have to wait and see. 

If you have naughty dvds that you’d like for me to discover, why don’t you call me up to be your naughty barely legal babysitter.  Maybe when "Mrs. Johnson" is out of town you can totally set me up to get caught watching one of your nasty videos and playing with my tight little pussy on your King Size Bed.  Will you act surprised, or just dive right in, telling me what a naughty little minx I am?  Call me soon! I can’t wait to find out what you’ll have me do!