


EROTIC TUESDAY- the nanny cam
After my son was in bed that night, I kept thinking about the video of her masturbating. I pictured her soft, supple lips quivering in pleasure. I thought of her hands skilfully teasing her clit. The way she bit her lip as she played with her breasts. Who was she thinking about? One of the guys at college, I guessed.
Certainly not me. At 45, I was old enough that I could be her father and probably way too old to be in her range of interest. Besides, I could never have a relationship with a 20-year-old.
Then a thought came to my mind:
I could never have a relationship with her.
But I could fuck her.
I immediately dismissed the idea out of my head. She was my babysitter!
Even so, I couldn't resist downloading the nanny cam video to my computer once again.
I shouldn't be doing this, I thought, as I fast-forwarded through the video.
The first few minutes showed absolutely nothing.
Then there was My son playing. I smiled.
A few minutes later, Porchia appeared and they talked for a few moments, before He followed her into the bedroom. It was naptime.
Shortly after that, Porchia appeared. Once again, she produced a book and began to read.
For a long time, nothing happened. I felt my breathing accelerate in anticipation, hoping, praying that she would start to touch herself again.
Suddenly, she was out of the frame again.
Then she was back, this time with her purse. She rummaged through it until she found a small object.