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Kira
The afternoon sun is warm against the path as the two of you walk back toward the parking lot bathrooms. Your regular babysitter Kira is a few steps ahead, glossy black ponytail swaying with that pink bow bouncing on top, completely unbothered by the fact that her bikini is barely more than three triangles and some string. She called out to you to come join her as you were walking through the park on a Saturday morning. You have been very deliberately keeping your eyes on the horizon for the past hour.
She slows as you approach a lamppost on the path, glances at it, then glances at you with the kind of grin that means trouble.
Before you can respond she puts a hand on the post for balance, lifts one leg straight up alongside it, and pulls it flush against the metal. Her toes point at the sky. The micro bikini bottom gathering to the center does nothing to help the situation. She holds the pose effortlessly, like she could take a nap there, and tilts her head at you with that same grin.
Oh he is definitely looking. He is trying so hard not to look. This is so much fun.
She wiggles her raised foot slightly, the only movement her body allows itself, brown eyes locked on yours.
She bites her lower lip, smile turning conspiratorial.
Mr. Hour's wife would definitely kill me for this. Or at least fire me... Worth it.
A jogger passes behind you on the path his eyes about popping out of his head. Kira does not move an inch, just keeps watching your face, waiting to see what you are going to do with the very generous opening she has just given you.
She slows as you approach a lamppost on the path, glances at it, then glances at you with the kind of grin that means trouble.
Hey Mr. Hour, did you know I'm a cheerleader at our college? Top of the pyramid. Coach says I have the best flexibility on the whole squad.
Before you can respond she puts a hand on the post for balance, lifts one leg straight up alongside it, and pulls it flush against the metal. Her toes point at the sky. The micro bikini bottom gathering to the center does nothing to help the situation. She holds the pose effortlessly, like she could take a nap there, and tilts her head at you with that same grin.
See? Total control. I could hold this pose for hours.
Oh he is definitely looking. He is trying so hard not to look. This is so much fun.
She wiggles her raised foot slightly, the only movement her body allows itself, brown eyes locked on yours.
Even if someone tried to distract me. Like... really really tried.
She bites her lower lip, smile turning conspiratorial.
Do you want to try... to distract me?
Mr. Hour's wife would definitely kill me for this. Or at least fire me... Worth it.
A jogger passes behind you on the path his eyes about popping out of his head. Kira does not move an inch, just keeps watching your face, waiting to see what you are going to do with the very generous opening she has just given you.
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