BBW Babysitter’s Club Brielle

It’s true that after her and I went our separate ways on paper at least, that my taste had changed. I don’t know why that is, but almost overnight I couldn’t drum up interest in the kind of woman I used to like before.

Maybe because I’d learned during the divorce proceedings that I’d been a mark of sorts for her. Not that I didn’t know she’d set me up. I just hadn’t known how far back that shit went.

Now I know she’d studied me like a fucking lab-rat for a year before approaching me. She’d made her appearance at the perfect time. Just when my old assistant was retiring.

Hearing how she’d planned to come into my life, the lengths she’d gone to and the fact that she knew I had a type and had made herself into that type is what I think soured me on my preferred taste of redheads with blue eyes.

So, for a while now I didn’t have a type. Nothing seemed to interest me and though I wasn’t in any hurry to find a bedmate, I would at least have liked the option to at least be attracted to someone. But I had nothing.

Until the first day I met Brielle. I remember sitting in my living room with her and Cindy, she sat across from me and each time I looked at her, all I imagined was getting her round with my child.

It was a jolt to the system and I thought maybe I was having a glitch of some sort, though it’s never happened before. But the feeling was so strong, almost a compulsion.

I saw myself suckling her tits as I fucked her. Could imagine the feel of her soft round thighs as they clasped me while I fucked into her deep. It was more vision than imagination.

I’d never experienced anything like it before, so at first I didn’t quite know what to make of it. So I kept testing myself and every time it was the same. My dick stayed hard the whole time while I took her in with those images repeating over and over again in my head.

In the beginning I was too dumbstruck to even think about the fact that she wasn’t my type and had never been. Those images had me shook and I was just trying to make sense of the situation. But there was no way to ignore her body for too long.

She has that Marilyn Monroe type body with a little extra to boot. Her tits are huge for a little girl and her ass looks round and fuckable, but it’s the way her waist dips in so deeply that defies logic.

Add the fact that there’s not an ounce of fat anywhere near her middle and her body was a thing of confusing delight for an exercise buff like me. Usually someone with those tits and that ass cannot escape a pouch, but she had none.

She was just solid thickness from chest to ass with a flat tummy that I spent the whole hour and a half she was there imagining big with child, my child. I’m sure she didn’t pick up on anything, and neither did Cindy. And my ex wouldn’t have then because she wasn’t invited.

But she’d seen us together more than once in the last three days since Brielle reported for work and had caught the scent. It’s partly my fault though. I thought I’d be able to hold off, to wait until we were alone at the beach house, just the two of us, and my almost three-year-old daughter.

But from the night before she was supposed to arrive until she came through the door the next day, I’ve been on pins and needles. I kept worrying that something might go wrong and keep her from showing up.

And then when she did show up looking better than I remembered from our interview a few weeks earlier, I knew I was going to fuck her. Not that there had been any doubt, but seeing her again had solidified that shit.

I didn’t even think about Rachel my ex, and the fact that she might pick up on something, I didn’t see anything else for the next few days but Brielle.

She’s fond of these drawstring Capris that hug her hips and ass and accentuates her tiny waist and flat tummy. And her spaghetti strap tops always seem to hug her huge tits perfectly, showing off the perfect amount of cleavage without being tacky.

I wanted to fuck her every second she was here. I’d be at work at my desk just remembering what she looked like the night before at the dinner table. And imagining fucking her on the dinner table amidst all the dishes chef had prepared.

It’s not just her body that drew me to her though, there was something else in her that appealed to the man in me.