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Hello once again.  As in the past, comments are
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better idea who my audience is.  Thanks and enjoy
the story.


	The Baby-Sitter
  	     by Ann Douglas
                  Part Two

	Following her instruction, Scott turned
onto the path and drove into a heavily wooded
area.  They went a few hundred feet and she told
him to slow down and watch for a opening in the
trees.  Then to make another right turn into it.
	The turn came up suddenly and he had to
make a hard right to make it.  As the wheels
skidded in the dirt he was afraid she was going to
complain about what she might be doing with the
car.  Instead she stared right ahead, seemingly lost
in thought.
	About twenty-five feet ahead they
emerged into a small opening right at the edge of
the water line.  The clearing was barely large
enough for the car, having been partially reclaimed
by nature since the last time Christine had been
here.  Still it was a spectacular view.  From right
to left you could see the entire reservoir as well as
the brightly lit moon above.  You could even see
the stars forming a frame for the white globe. 
Best of all, it was far away from the heavily lit
area where everyone usually parked.
	“It’s beautiful.”  Scott said as he took it all
in.
	“I wasn’t sure it would still be here.” 
Christine said, her face still basking in long ago
memories.  “This was one of the best kept secrets
back when I was in high school.  It used to be
large enough to fit three cars and still offer a little
privacy.”
	“Thanks for showing it to me.”  Scott said
in appreciation.
	“I bet you can’t wait to bring your
girlfriend up here now.”  she laughed.
	Scott turned a bright red.  That was
exactly what he was thinking.
	“That’s OK, there’s nothing wrong with
that.” Christine quipped, a little amused that she
had hit it right on the money.  “After all, I
wouldn’t have showed it to you if I thought
otherwise.”
	Scott’s color quickly faded to normal.  He
couldn’t help thinking this was one strange
woman.  Interesting, but strange.
	“I couldn’t tell you how many times I
came up here with a guy.  In fact it was on this
very spot that Jerry Friedman and I did it for the
first time when I was 16.”
	Scott definitely didn’t have a response to
her statement of how she lost her viginity.
	“Diane use to come up here too.”  she
laughed.  “She wasn’t always the proper doctor’s
wife and PTA president that she is nowadays.”
	Scott just smiled a knowing smile. 
Yesterday he would’ve found that statement hard
to believe, but not after seeing that video.
	Just then, the radio station they’d been
quietly playing on their drive started playing an
old song.  Christine instantly reacted to the song
and turned up the volume.  
	“I can’t believe it, that was our song. Jerry
and I would listen to it for hours.”
	Scott watched as Christine closed her eyes
and leaned back in the plush seat.  The bright light
of the moonbeams splashed across her breasts,
illuminating the exposed white skin.  A broad grin
appeared on her face and whatever memories she
was enjoying were her own.
	The song ended and she returned to
reality.  Scott almost felt like an intruder during
such a private moment.  And as before, he knew
he was staring at her body.  Quickly he shifted his
gaze back to the lake.
	
	“I don’t mind you know.”  Christine said.
	“Excuse me.”  came Scott’s reply.
	“I said I don’t mind.”  she repeated. 
“Your looking at my breasts.”
	“I wasn’t...I mean..I”  Scott answered
automatically.
	“It’s OK, really.”  the older woman said as
she shifted position, actually giving the teenager
an ever better look down her dress.  “When a
woman puts on a outfit like this, she expects men
to look at them.  After all, what’s the point of
putting them on display if you didn’t want them
appreciated.”
	Scott ran his hand through his sandy hair,
not sure what to make of her comments.  But if
she wanted him to look, he was more than willing
to oblige.
	“I always found it silly when I saw women
put on revealing outfits and then get offended or
cover up if they noticed a man looking at them.” 
she continued.  “I work hard on keeping my body
attractive.  I expect it to get noticed.”
	It was an awkward moment as Christine
moved even closer to him.  The scent of her sweet
perfume was strong in his nostrils and as every bit
as overpowering as the nearness of her soft and
very exposed flesh.  His worry of earlier this
evening returned as all of this frank talk and
stimulation combined to produced a first class
erection.
	“I guess we’d better get going.”  Scott
said as he reached up and began to turn the
ignition key.  Before he could turn it, he felt her
soft fingers close around his.

	“Scott, there’s no easy way to say this.” 
Christine said as she edged ever closer.  “And I’ve
never been very good at being coy.  I want you to
know I really didn’t plan this when I offered you a
ride home.  I guess what I’m trying to say is that if
you want, you can do more than look at my
body.”
	“Oh shit!”  Scott though, “This can’t really
be happening.  This is like a dream.”
	Christine released her hand from atop
Scott’s and transferred it to his lap, right on top of
his now fully hard cock.
	“If you don’t want to, I’ll understand.” 
she whispered.  “But either way, what ever
happened here between these trees stays here, no
one is ever going to know.”
	She took a long breath and pressed her
breasts up against his chest, brushing her lips
against his.  Feeling no resistance, she kissed him. 
It was a soft kiss at first, as her fingers rubbed up
and down his cock.  Then the kiss became harder
as her fingers closed around his aroused organ. 
	
	It didn’t take long for Scott to respond to
Christine’s kiss.  Whatever little hesitation he
might’ve felt was caused by his inexperience with
an aggressive woman.  With all the girls he’d
dated, even those he’d had sexual experiences
with, there was always a certain “giving in”
aspect.  A small wall for them to hide behind from
which they could say that it really wasn’t their
idea.  Christine had no need for any such wall.
	With a force he wasn’t used to, he could
feel her tongue sliding into his mouth as the
pressure against his lips increased.  Her full weight
was now on him as she brought both hands up to
the side of his face.
	Cradling his head between her red tipped
hands, Christine covered his face with kisses.
Then she returned to his eager mouth and again
began trading deep soul kisses.  All this time she’d
moved into his lap and was pressing her now very
damp crotch against the bulge in his jeans.
	“Roomy as this car is,”  she panted
between kisses. “Maybe we’d be better in the back
seats.”
	Scott had no sooner agreed when she
pulled off him and motioned for him to go first.  It
was a little disorientating for him to be taking the
secondary role, but at the same time it was
exciting as well.
	The tall young man stretched out on the
length of the broad back seat.  Christine
practically jumped over the front seats to land on
his legs.  Sitting upright, she reached behind her
dress and undid the small clasps there. Like a
rubber band, the sudden release caused the red
dress to sag a little, no longer held tight against
her skin. She reached up and cupped the loose
material against her breasts before pulling it down
and letting them fall free. 
	The twin globes of delight didn’t fall far as
long hours in the gym had helped them keep much
of the resiliency of her youth.  After pulling the
dress down around her waist, her fingers returned
to her breasts and began to play with the small
stubby nipples which crowned dark pink circles. 
She laughed softly as she extended her middle
finger and caressed each to hardness.  Then she
took each in turn and lifted them as high as she
could, reaching out with her tongue to stimulate
them with that as well.
	Scott was content for the moment to just
lay back and enjoy the view.  It was the first time
he’d ever seen a woman play with herself.  Even
Debbie Wilson had balked when he’d placed her
hand on her own breast, quickly pulling it away.
	As he watched, Scott slid one hand down
to his crotch and began to rub against his cock. 
He had just reached the zipper and was going to
pull it down when Christine abruptly let go of her
breasts and playfully slapped his hand.
	“You just leave that alone.”  she said in
mock seriousness.  “I’ll take care of it soon
enough.”
	Admonished, Scott removed his hand. 
Christine leaned forward and brought her now
hanging breasts to within his reach.
	“If you need to play with something, try
these.”  the older woman grinned.
	Closing his hands around the offered
mounds, Scott noted that they weren’t as firm as
Suzie’s.  On the other hand, he couldn’t imagine
her offering them to him in this way.
	The other comparison he couldn’t help
making was against those of her sister’s.  In that
instance there was no contest.  An image on the
television could never compete against the solid
reality in his hands.
	After a few minutes, Christine shifted her
position and lifted her breasts so they were level
with his face.  Scott lifted himself into a sitting
position and wrapped his arms around the half
naked woman.  He reached down and took the
closest nipple into his mouth.  The fragrance of
her perfume was even stronger from the valley
between her mounds.  Something he had never
encountered on a girl before.
	Scott rolled his tongue round and round
the dark rings, alternately taking the hard nibs into
his mouth.  By the time he’d shifted to the other
side, Christine had decided that the young man
had a distinct talent.  She again took hold of the
side of his face and pulled it hard between her
breasts. Taking hold of each bouncing mound, she
pressed them against his cheeks.  She rubbed them
back and forth, allowing him to savor the mix of
sweat, sex and perfume that was forming there.
	“My turn.”  she giggled as she broke their
embrace and slid her fingers under the edge of his
bright yellow T-shirt.  
	Her fingers slid up against his soft young
flesh, taking the shirt with them.  Only a soft film
of light brown hair covered his chest, barely
visible against the light skin.  Lifting the material
above his own small nipples, she traced her long
slender fingers against them.
	The effect on Scott was instantaneous, it
felt good.  He’d never really considered his own
breasts as an erotic area, it was a pleasant
surprise. The graceful tune played on his body by
Christine’s talented fingers was nothing compared
to the virtual symphony that erupted when they
were replaced by her even more skillful tongue
and mouth.
	“If this is how it feels when a girl has her
tits sucked, it’s no wonder Susie loves it so
much.”  Scott thought, even as he admitted he’d
never ask a girl to do this for him.
	Christine continued to kiss and lick her
way down his chest, along his midsection and then
finally to the top of his pants.  Nimble fingers
deftly undid first his belt and then slowly pulled
down the well oiled zipper.  Then with a tug
against his Levi’s, she pulled them down as well.
	The last remnants of her bright red lipstick
formed the outline of soft lips as she kissed his
young manhood right through the white cotton of
his fruit of the looms.  The blonde grabbed the
elastic waistband of his briefs with her teeth and
pulled away the last barrier.  
	Scott’s hard cock sprang upward to it’s
full 7” height, oozing a small drop of whiteness
from it’s tip.  Christine reached across it with her
tongue and swept it clean.  The sudden wet touch
caused Scott to jump, a brief taste of the feast to
follow.
	Seconds later the young man felt his entire
cock engulfed in that same wetness as it quickly
disappeared deep into the recesses of Christine’s
mouth.  Her tongue played a lively melody as it
worked it’s way up and down it’s length.  Scott
could only lay back and sigh in response.  
	It wasn’t the young man’s first experience
with oral sex, but he quickly decided it was the
best.  Not even the hooker who’d gone down on
him at his older brother’s bachelor party had been
this good.  Hesitantly, he reached down and took
hold of the back of her short blonde locks and
held her head in place.  
	Christine was now sucking him with a
renewed vitality, sending sensations through his
body that he could feel in his fingertips.  It
wouldn’t take much to cause Scott to explode.
Every lick of her tongue, every brush of her lips,
pushed him closer and closer to the edge.  
	Cupping his balls in her tender hand,
Christine squeezed them softly.  The she clamped
her fingers around the base of his cock, preventing
him from ejaculating.  This of course had the
reaction of making Scott want to come even
more.  Still it was an incredible sensation.
	Finally, Christine released her hold on his
ball sac and felt the rush of hot cum erupt from
them - a second before it began to shoot into her
mouth and throat.  She deep throated his cock,
catching every spurt of salty cum. 
	After what seemed like an endless supply
of  manjuice, his cock began to soften and
Christine let it slip from her mouth.  She wiped
her lips with her tongue, catching the few drops
with had escaped her.
	“I take it you enjoyed that?”  she smirked.
	Scott simple grinned in return.  He was
still too lost in the euphoric release he’d just had
to even form words.
	“Now it’s your turn.”  Christine beamed as
she leaned back against the other end of the back
seat and spread her legs.
	Thinking that she wanted him to fuck her,
Scott looked down at his semi-flaccid cock.  Even
as young and vital as he was, it was going to be a
little while before he could perform that action.
	“No, not with that.”  she smiled as she
looked down at the last shiny resides that still
clung to his manhood. “At least not yet.”  she
added with the promise of what would come later.
	It didn’t take a lot for Scott to realize that
his new found  lover wanted him to service her
orally just as she had done him. 
	 The only problem was that he’d never
even tried that before.  In fact, as far as he knew,
none of his friends had ever done it.  They all
regularly compared notes as to what girl did what. 
One thing that they all agree on was that the idea
of going down on a girl was totally gross.
	Well it was time to put up or shut up.
Slightly hesitant, Scott leaned forward and lifted
her legs further apart.  Lifting the hem of
Christine’s dress, he was greeted with three
surprises.  First was that she wasn’t wearing any
panties.  Second, instead of the large shaggy bush
he’d come to expect there was only a tiny fuzz
around a bright pink opening.  Finally, what little
hair there was there was a dark brown, proving
that she wasn’t a natural blonde after all.

	Scott stared for a few seconds at the
smooth pussy barely two inches beneath him.  It
was his first real look at a woman's sex. In the
past he’d only been concerned with making sure
his cock found the hole.
		"Well?"  Christine asked, snapping
Scott's mind back from it's wandering.
	 Since Scott's hands were still holding her
legs apart, Christine reached down with one hand
and parted her cunt lips.  Lifting his head as far as
he could, Scott began to lick away as fast as he
could.  
	Christine could tell it was his first
experience licking a woman.  His tongue was all
over the place, but occasionally he would hit the
right spot. She gently took  hold of his head and
began to guide him to her most receptive spots.  
	"Easy..."  She whispered as she lifted
herself so that her open cunt now rested against
his eager mouth.  "Just take it nice and slow, let
your tongue glide in and out."
	Finally Scott began to follow her
instructions and began to be rewarded with his
first tastes of a woman.  The taste was sweet,
something that would’ve surprised his friends.
Scott quickly decided that delicious would be a
much better description.  He wondered if Suzie
would taste so good, that is he had the nerve to
suggest to her that they try this.
	"That's better..."  Christine said as she
arched back and enjoyed the feel of his tongue
inside her.  "Nice and steady.”
	Rubbing her now well lubricated cunt back
and forth over Scott's face, Christine soon
covered his lips with a thin layer of girljuice.  As
she lifted him off her, she couldn't resist kissing
him and licking it off.
	"Mmmm"  She purred as her tongue
brushed against his and she could taste her own
sex in his mouth.  
	She reached down and closed her fingers
around his cock.  To her delight, it was again rock
solid.  She gave it a playful tug and still holding it,
lifted him off of her.
	“Sit up.” Christine said in a voice that said
it was more a command than a request.
	Easing Scott against the firm back of the
seat, Christine straddled him.  Still keeping a firm
grip on his cock, she guided him into her. The soft
wet pressure against his cock felt great to Scott as
her pussy swallowed his full length effortlessly. 
She was so lubricated there was absolutely no
resistance, a new concept to his somewhat limited
experience.
	Taking a firm grip on each of his
shoulders, Christine began to gently rise and fall
on his cock.  Her breasts began to sway in the
night air as she began to pace herself to the beat
of a unseen drummer.  Her hips began to gyrate
with each added thrust, sending additional waves
of pleasure through Scott’s captive cock and from
there across his body.  
	“Oh God!” Scott gasped as the woman
above him began to move faster and faster.
	One thought managed to find it’s way
through the misty haze of joy that was erupting
from his every nerve.  She was fucking him, not
the other way around.  It was obvious that she
was totally in control.  Later, much later, it would
give him a lot to think about.
	Looking in her deep blue eyes, Scott saw a
raging lust that was almost scary.  Words couldn’t
describe the sensations he was feeling, or the way
they grew in intensity.  Each sudden thrust of her
body created a suction that drew the very life out
of his young manhood. 
	Try as he could, Scott couldn’t keep up
with the possessed woman.  In the end, he simply
decided to sit there and enjoy it.  As far as she was
concerned, only the cock inside of her existed. 
The rest of simply an attachment. 
	Christina knew that Scott couldn’t last
much longer, and this time there would be no
tricks to delay his eruption.  She could feel the
tenseness of his body and knew from experience
that he was about to let loose. 
	  Lifting herself higher so that his cock
nearly fell out of her, she drove herself down on it
with a fury.  Up again she raised and then down
with the same abandon.  Twice more was all it
took as she felt the first hot burst erupt inside her.
	Slamming her body down upon him,
Christine grabbed his arms and pulled him to her. 
Her mouth sought out his and she kissed him
passionately while his seed spread within her. 
Holding him pressed tightly  against her, she
continued to pump his still firm cock until his balls
had been squeezed of every  last drop of that
beautiful white cream.  	
	Finally it was done and her hot, sweat
covered body collapsed upon his.  Too exhausted
to even lift herself, she just laid there, his cock still
within her.  Eventually it began to shrink to its
pre-aroused state and slipped from within her.  So
drained were they both, that after closing their
eyes for a moment, they both drifted off to sleep.
	
	Sunlight replaced moonlight by the time
Scott again opened his eyes.  Christine was still
laying half-naked on top of him.  Gently he
nudged her awake.  
	“Good morning.”  She said as she lifted
herself off of him and pulled up the top of her
dress. “It looked like it going to be a beautiful
day.”
	Scott was perplexed by her casual attitude
at waking up in the middle of nowhere.  It was
like it was something she did all the time.  At least
she didn’t have to explain to her parents where
she was all night.  
	“It’s only 5:30,”  Scott said as he looked
at his watch.  “If we hurry, I can get home before
my family gets up.”
	“Then we’d better get it in gear.” 
Christine said with enthusiasm.
	Jumping into the front seat, Christine
keyed the ignition and pressed down on the gas
pedal.  The engine roared to life and she had the
car in reverse before Scott had even settled into
the passenger seat.
	“Better buckle up,”  she warned as they
sped out of the clearing.  “This may be a quick,
bumpy ride.”
	That proved to be an understatement as
they roared down the country road at a speed that
Scott found unnerving.  Through it all, Christine
handled the powerful machine like an expert. 
Twenty five minutes later, they were pulling up in
front of Scott’s house.
	To his relief, Scott saw that the morning
paper was on the porch.  A good sign that his
parents were still in bed.  He had made it.
	Turning to Christine, he suddenly realized
that he had absolutely no idea what to say.  His
mouth opened but no words came out.
	“It’s OK.”  she said as she placed a raised
finger against his lips.  “You don’t have to say
anything.”
	Taking her finger way, she leaned over and
gave him a quick light kiss on the lips.
	“I meant what I said last night.”  she
began.  “What happened between us stays
between those trees.” the older woman added
with a beaming smile.
	Those words were reassuring to the young
man as the reality of just what he had actually
done began to actually sink in.
	“If however you care to take it any further,
at least until you go away to school in the fall,
well we can see what we can do.”  the blonde
continued.  “I may not have any need for a
baby-sitter, but I’m sure that old house I bought
could do with some yard work and such.”
	Scott didn’t know what to answer, too
much was happening at once.  Christine seemed to
sense this and said.
	“You don’t have to answer now, just think
about it.  Now get going before everyone wakes
up.”
	Scott was had already opened the car door
and was about to step out when a thought popped
into his head.  He paused and asked Christine a
question.
	“Are you going back to your sister’s house
anytime soon?”  he asked.
	“Actually, I’m going to have dinner there
tomorrow....that is tonight.”  she replied.
	“Can you do me a favor?”
	“Of course, sweetheart.” came a quick
reply.
	“I was watching a video last night when
you all came home.”  he said.  “I...er...didn’t get a
chance to rewind it and I was wondering if you
could.”
	“No big deal.”  Christine said. “But why
all this fuss about some movie.  Do Diane and
Sam deduct a rewind fee from your salary?”  she
laughed.
	“Well it wasn’t a video I was supposed to
be watching.  It was in the adult draw.”  he
confessed.
	“No problem, love.” Christine smiled. “I’ll
take care of it.”
	“It’s all the way in the back of the draw, it
doesn’t have a label, but it’s a white tape, all the
rest are black.”  
	“A white tape?”  she repeated.
	“Yeh, all the way in the back.”  he also
repeated.
	Christine seemed lost in thought for a few
seconds then asked her young lover. 
	“Scott, this wouldn’t have been a sort of
amatuer adult tape would it?”     
	“You’ve seen it?”  Scott asked, drawing
the obvious conclusion.
	“I can’t believe Sam still has that tape.” 
she said to herself, almost forgetting that Scott
was there.  “And he has the balls to keep it in the
house.”
	Now it was Scott’s turn to be a little
confused.  What was wrong with a couple having
a tape of themselves. After all, they normally kept
it locked up.
	“Seen it?”  Christine said, finally reacting
to Scott’s question.  “Honey, you didn’t for a
minute think that was Diane in that video, did
you?”   
	“Oh shit!”  Scott said under his breath as
he made the connection.  
	Without another word, Scott was out of
the car and on the way up the walk.  He was
halfway there when Christine called out to him.
	“And Scott, my friends call me CC” she
called out with the brightest smile of the morning.
	As the door closed behind him and Scott
knew he was safe, he finally had a chance to think.
He glanced out the window just in time to see the
blue convertible pulling away.
	“CC, huh.”  he said to himself.  “Maybe
yard work wouldn’t be so bad after all.”


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