The Plan

Lisa closed the door to the toddler's room and padded down the hall in her stocking-feet as quietly as she could. This was always her favorite part of any night of babysitting. The children were asleep, and she had the house (a stranger's house, more or less) all to herself. But this house was better than the rest. For this was Grant's house. This was where Grant showered and dressed and fucked his wife and masturbated. And that thought made Lisa tingle more than a little. More than once had she lied on his bed, with her hand down the front of her jeans, imagining his big strong hands all over her body. 

Now that she was 18 and a senior in high school, her thoughts had been about how to seduce him without his wife finding out. It wasn't that she had anything against Shari personally. It's just that Grant made her nether regions wet like no boy her age had been able to. She tried in vain to flirt with him in those moments before he walked out the door, his wife on his arm. Lisa laughed at his jokes and touched his arm and stuck out her tiny chest as far as she could in hopes of luring him, with no apparent result.

The last time she was over, she took these waning moments of the evening to delicately poke through Shari's panty drawer, in hopes of finding a clue to what made Grant's dick hard. But she was disappointed only to find plain cotton panties with stripes or tiny hearts. Nothing steamy at all.

But tonight, she had another plan. Heading down to the den, she logged onto the big desktop computer atop a workstation in the corner, opposite the large entertainment center. Trembling at the notion she was doing something she ought to know better than, she clicked on the icon for Chrome, and immediately went to his browser history.

There were about a week's worth of websites for fantasy football leagues, Shari's Pinterest pages, lots and lots of Facebook and the typical mundane sites on every computer. But then she struck gold.

Thirty or forty pages all with the prefix UKdiapergirls.com. She had never heard of the site, but one click revealed much more than she could have guessed. Image after image of sexy women in thick disposable diapers. Some half dressed. Others completely naked, save for their Pampers. Multiple poses of the same blond girl folding laundry, oblivious to her diapered bottom, followed by twenty more of a fiery redhead sucking her thumb, her hand rubbing her padded crotch. 

She looked further. More mundane sites, but then last Thursday night there was another long string of websites of different girls in diapers.

Lisa's panties got a bit wet as she pictured Grant sitting in this chair, stroking what she imagined was a huge cock, looking at these diapered girls. "Someone's been a naughty boy." she said to herself, smiling.

It was in that same chair that she hatched her plan. If he liked sexy girls in diapers, she could do that. Would the toddler's diapers fit her? Probably not. She could find adult diapers that fit her teenager's curves, couldn't she? Maybe get them one size too small so they really hugged her ass. Show up next time in a flirty skirt, and when Grant was looking, but Shari wasn't, she could flash her Pampers at him and watch his eyes and cock bulge out at the same time.  She closed her eyes and slid her hand into her jeans, picturing Grant's reaction to seeing her in a diaper. Would he try to bang her right there? Would he obsess about it all night and come home early to fuck her in her Huggies before Shari got home?

Lisa sat in the chair and melted at the possibilities of what would happen. She continued to flesh out her plan, one hand on the computer mouse, the other on her clit. All the while completely oblivious to the disaster that was about to befall her.

For the pictures of the pretty diapered girls were not Grant's at all, but Shari's.