The bedroom was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the small lamp on the nightstand. The babysitter, a woman in her late twenties with a confident air about her, sat on the edge of the bed scrolling through her phone. She had a no-nonsense attitude and a strong will, which made her an excellent babysitter.
As she waited for the 12-year-old girl to finish her bath, she couldn't help but feel a sense of annoyance. She had a stack of papers to grade for her teaching job, and she would have much rather been doing that than sitting in a little girl's bedroom.
The door to the bathroom opened, and the girl walked in, still dripping wet and wrapped in a towel. She climbed onto the bed next to the babysitter, her hair soaking the pillow as she began to dry it with the towel.
As she sat next to the babysitter, the girl accidentally brushed against the bulge in the babysitter's pants. The babysitter looked at her, amused and slightly annoyed. "Watch where you're putting those hands, kid," she said, playfully insulting her.
The girl, not taking the insult too seriously, apologized and continued to dry her hair. The babysitter couldn't help but notice the way the girl's wet hair was sticking to her skin. She imagined running her fingers through the girl's hair, and felt a sudden jolt of desire.
She quickly shook off the thought, reminding herself that she was here to babysit, not to indulge in any inappropriate fantasies. But as she watched the girl, she couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment. She told herself she was being ridiculous, and that she needed to focus on her job.
As the girl finished drying her hair, she got off the bed and went to change into her pajamas. The babysitter couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. She took a deep breath and told herself to get it together, she was a professional and she needed to act like one.
But as she laid back on the bed, she couldn't shake off the thought of the girl's wet hair, and the way it felt against her skin. She started to touch herself, imagining the girl's hands on her body. She quickly stopped herself, realizing that she was crossing a line. She took another deep breath and told herself to get it together, she was a professional and she needed to act like one.
As the night went on, the babysitter found it hard to focus on anything but the girl. She kept reminding herself that she was here to do a job, and that she needed to keep it professional. But as she watched the girl sleeping peacefully, she couldn't help but feel a sense of longing. She knew she couldn't act on it, but she couldn't help but think about it. She told herself that it was just a little accident, and that she needed to move on. She took another deep breath and told herself to get it together, she was a professional and she needed to act like one.
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