The revving babysitter
Back when I was three or four, my mom went back to work. She used to drop me off at a lady's house a few miles away. Her name is Rita, and she had to go to town at least two or three times a week. Her car, a 1968 road runner, was parked behind the house along with a screened in porch.
She was a hot rodder, and her car was very hard to start. But, oh, when it did, it would shake the ground! She had a set of oooompahs, you know, the type of exhaust system that goes "OOOOOPAAAAHHHHHH! OOOOOOOMMMMMMMPPPPAAAAAAA!(Just thin/king about it gives me a hard on!) Anyway, she always revved with her door open, where I could see her feet and shoes mashing on that long floor mouned gas pedal.
Just inside the screen door, there was a collection of shoes kicked off by Rita when she went into the house. When she first fired that car up, I was terrified. The noise was just too much. I started crying but that didn't last too long. I grabbed a go-go boot on the porch and stared playing with myself(OOOOMMMMMMMPPPPAAAAHHHHH! OMMMMMPPPPPPAAPAAPPAAA!), then I gabbed a high heel(OOOOOMMMMMMPPPPPPPAAAAOOMMMPPAAAOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPAAAAAAAAA!), then finally a canvas tennis shoe before I looked up and saw she was looking directly at me. Nothing was said when she came in and we got ready to go to town. And I never complained about going over to her house. It was that way until I got my started driving to school. I still see her every now and then, and every now and then I go over to her house. But if she starts revving, her shoes are going to be filled up with cum, don't you doubt it!
She was a hot rodder, and her car was very hard to start. But, oh, when it did, it would shake the ground! She had a set of oooompahs, you know, the type of exhaust system that goes "OOOOOPAAAAHHHHHH! OOOOOOOMMMMMMMPPPPAAAAAAA!(Just thin/king about it gives me a hard on!) Anyway, she always revved with her door open, where I could see her feet and shoes mashing on that long floor mouned gas pedal.
Just inside the screen door, there was a collection of shoes kicked off by Rita when she went into the house. When she first fired that car up, I was terrified. The noise was just too much. I started crying but that didn't last too long. I grabbed a go-go boot on the porch and stared playing with myself(OOOOMMMMMMMPPPPAAAAHHHHH! OMMMMMPPPPPPAAPAAPPAAA!), then I gabbed a high heel(OOOOOMMMMMMPPPPPPPAAAAOOMMMPPAAAOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPAAAAAAAAA!), then finally a canvas tennis shoe before I looked up and saw she was looking directly at me. Nothing was said when she came in and we got ready to go to town. And I never complained about going over to her house. It was that way until I got my started driving to school. I still see her every now and then, and every now and then I go over to her house. But if she starts revving, her shoes are going to be filled up with cum, don't you doubt it!
12 years ago