The Baby-Sitter
by Ann Douglas
Scott Collins was your typical Spring Valley teenager. 5’9”
with short sandy brown hair, the 17 year old had graduated last
month in the middle of his high school class. Co-captain of the
swim team, his record had been enough to get him a partial
scholarship to State in the fall.
With only part of his education costs taken care of, a
summer job was a must, just as it had been for the last three
years. Scott was lucky enough to have had a steady summer job as
a councilor at the local elementary school’s day camp. The only
drawback was that whatever he earned at that job was quickly
swallowed up by his college fund.
Spending money for sports, dates and such had to be earned
through odd jobs on weekends. These usually took the form of
yard work, painting and minor house repairs, the same sort of work
the young men of Spring Valley had done over the summer since
their father’s days. Consequently, the competition for these jobs
were fierce.
As he neared the end of his senior year, Scott had racked
his brain trying to come up with a want ad for the local bulletin
boards that would make his services stand out more than everyone
else’s. But try as he could, he couldn’t really come up with one.
The honest truth was that there were a lot of guys better at that
kind of work than he was. He was looking at a bleak summer.
All that had changed last May when Scott stopped by to
visit Susie Kellerman as she was baby-sitting one night. It
occurred to him that she was making more than he ever did
breaking his back and doing a lot less in return. In a way, she
wasn’t doing anything that he didn’t do with his councilor’s job. If
he could find a way to present it the right way, he could do the
same thing. All he needed was to find the right niche.
Then it came to him. Watching newborns and toddlers was
out of the question. Even if he could convince parents that he
could be trusted with their care, that wasn’t something he wanted
to be responsible for. No, he would restrict his services to
pre-teen and teenage boys. It would be just like summer camp. In
fact it would be even better since inevitably the kids went to bed
soon after he got there. All he really had to do was be there in
case the house caught fire or anything like that.
The idea took off like wildfire. What young boy wanted some
sissy girl to watch him when they could have an older guy come
over and hang out. It was like not having a baby-sitter at all.
Six weeks after he posted the notice, Scott had done nine
baby-sitting jobs. Tonight he was at the home of Dr. and Mrs.
Fitzgerald. It was the third time he’d sat for them, they seemed
to have a function to go to almost every Friday night. They were
already his favorite customers.
The reason the Fitzgeralds were his favorites were several.
First of all, they paid real well. Even including a bonus, when like
tonight, they would be out until after midnight. Secondly, their
two sons were eight and ten, well behaved and went right to bed
when told. Finally, they had cable television, a full refrigerator
and let him have full access to both.
Putting his cold can of coke down next to the bowl of
popcorn, Scott played again with the television’s remote control.
That was another reason he loved the Fitzgerald house. Not many
people had a 60” projection television - at least not in this town.
“Damn, 77 channels and I can’t find anything interesting.”
the young man said to himself as his clicked past channel after
channel.
Scott was about to resign himself to watching some old
sitcom when he remembered that the Fitzgeralds also had a rather
good video tape collection. He’d watched one on his first time here.
Moving to the cabinet, he hoped they’d gotten something new.
By the time he’d gone though the third draw, it was obvious
they hadn’t. The fourth draw had a lock on it and had been locked
the last time. This time to his delight it had been left open.
“Jackpot!” Scott exclaimed as he opened the draw.
His eyes opened wide as he saw the draw was full of an
assortment of adult movies. Quickly he ran his fingers across the
titles. Taboo Sex, Asian Heat, Lesbian Lust, Anal Delight. It was a
young man’s dream. Dared he watch one?
Scott glanced up at the clock, it was quarter to twelve. The
Fitzgeralds weren’t due back until at least twelve-thirty. He could
at least watch a little of one.
But which one? He ran his fingers across the boxes one
more time until he came to an unmarked one in the back. Intrigued,
he chose that one. The box was plain black without any label, the
video inside was also umarked but it was all white instead of the
normal black.
“Hey, if it was locked up it must be good.” he thought to
himself as he pushed it into the VCR and dropped back onto the
couch.
The giant television screen went black for a few moments,
time Scott took to glance up at the stairway leading to the second
floor. Billy and Mark had been sound asleep for hours and there
was no reason to think they’d wake up now. Beside, you couldn’t see
the screen from the stairs. If for some unknown reason they did
get up, he could hit the remote before they came down the stairs.
The dark screen suddenly came to life with a view of a
nondescript bedroom. Scott’s first impression was that it was a
hotel room and that the picture looked like it was originally filmed
with an old movie camera and then transferred to video. It had
the same quality as some of his parent’s home movies that had been
copied like that.
Suddenly a tall long haired brunette backed into the picture.
Her back was to the camera and she was dressed in a pair of green
panties and bra. The woman spread her legs and shook her
backside at the unseen cameraman. Still hiding her face, she
began to dance to some music that began to play. Scott didn’t
recognize the tune but it sounded pretty old.
“This is pretty lame.” Scott thought as he watched for a
few minutes. He’s seen better stuff on HBO and considered
getting another tape. Wondering at the same time why anyone
would have bothered saving such a film.
He was about to hit the rewind button on the remote when
the brunette spun around and lifted her hands to her ample
breasts and shook them as well. The cameraman then zoomed in
for a tight shot of her bouncing boobs.
“Well, enough of this.” Scott remarked as he placed his
finger on the stop button.
Suddenly the camera view moved up from the woman’s
generous endowments and focused on her smiling face. The remote
fell from Scott’s fingers as he stared in shock.
“Holy shit!” he whispered.
He couldn’t believe it, but the resemblance was
unmistakable. She was a lot younger, thinner and the hair much
longer, but the woman on the screen was Diane Fitzgerald.
“Oh wow.” Scott said, his voice returning as the poor quality
image held his total attention.
The younger Diane began to bump and grind more and more
to the soft music of the soundtrack, massaging her breasts as she
moved. Then with a flourish, she removed the skimpy bra, exposing
her nipples to the viewer. The camera moved in even closer as her
fingers played with her nipples, causing them to grow stiff and
hard.
“This is great.” Scott thought as he rubbed his hand over
the bulge in his pants, a bulge that grew even larger.
Watching intently, Scott guessed that Mrs. Fitzgerald was
in her early twenties in the film, which would make it about twelve
years old.
Soon the panties followed the bra, revealing a dark hairy
pussy. The camera closed on it for a close-up and then pulled out
to a wide view. Diane struck a pose which suggested she was
delighted in posing nude for the camera.
With a wide smile on her face, she reached down between
her legs and parted her cunt lips - exposing a small but excited
citoris. Agile fingers began to play with that as well.
Not counting quick glimpses of his older sister when he’d
walked in on her, this was only the third time he’d seen any woman
he actually knew naked.
The first of course had been Debbie Wilson, the girl he’d
lost his virginity to on his 17th birthday. Loosing his cherry to
Debbie had been no great accomplishment. The list of guys who’d
enjoyed Debbie’s charms grew every weekend.
The other had been his current girlfriend Susie Kellerman.
So far, the most he’d gotten from her was a quick handjob in the
front seat of his Dad’s car. He kept trying to talk her into a
blowjob, but she kept insisting she wasn’t that kind of girl. The one
great plus of their nine month old relationship was that Susie had a
really great set of tits and she was more than willing to let him
play with them.
Onscreen, the little teleplay appeared to be drawing to a
close. Diana was shaking her whole body in time to the music and
the movements of her hand. A look of bliss covered her face and
Scott quickly realized that she had masturbated herself into an
orgasm. Removing her hand from the furry bush, she brought it up
to her mouth and licked her fingers. In an exaggerated gesture,
she used her hand to blow a kiss at the unseen cameraman. The
image faded to black and Scott let out a loud sigh. That tape had
been pretty good after all. What he didn’t realize was that the
best was yet to come.
After a few seconds, the screen came alive again. This time
it was a sharp and clear video image. The naked woman in this new
feature was much more easily identifiable as Diane Fitzgerald. Her
hair was cut much shorter and styled similar to the way she now
wore it. She was still a lot slimmer that the woman who’d spent so
much time giving him emergency phone numbers a few short hours
before. The small date and time in the television corner read
03/10/85.
This time the camera appeared to be locked in a stationery
position, a tight shot of Diane’s head and shoulders filling the
oversized screen. Scott watched in fascination as her head bobbed
up and down, riding on the long thick cock of an unidentified man.
With considerable skill she let the saliva covered cock slip from
her mouth and ran her tongue up an down it’s length. Then with a
broad smile she engulfed it again.
Scott couldn’t take it any longer, he reached down and undid
the zipper of his jeans. He pulled down the elastic of his briefs and
his now rock hard cock popped free. Never taking his eyes away
from the tableau in front of him, he began to lightly stroke his
cock. Each gentle touch send sparkling waves of delight up along
it’s length and throughout the rest of his body. It took all of his
willpower not to simply grab hold of his eager cock and pump it to
orgasm. He knew if he did it would all be over in seconds.
Onscreen, it was quickly obvious that the owner of that
unidentified cock was about to release his load under the rapid
ministrations of Diane’s talented mouth. He could hear the man’s
low voice caught on the videotape.
“I’m going to cum....” he called out.
Diane’s response was to push her head all the way down and
deep throat the pulsating cock. A much louder groan from the man
told Scott that he had indeed climaxed. Even if it hadn’t it was
only a few seconds later that Diana slid her head upward, her lips
still tightly wrapped against his manhood. As she moved she
released her grip slightly and a large stream of sticky while cum
dripped down across her chin.
Diane obvious relished the taste as she began to eagerly lick
up every drop of the precious fluid. She rubbed her cheeks
against the still hard cock, smearing them with the sticky residue.
Then, smiling for the camera, she reached out with her tongue and
licked her cheeks clean. What she couldn’t reach with her tongue
she scooped up with her finger and like a child playing with a bowl
of cake frosting, licked that clean as well.
“Shit, this can’t get any better.” Scott thought as she
finally gave in to temptation and closed his fingers around an
aching cock.
He had just begun to gently pump it when he found that once
again he was wrong.
The close up of Diane faded, this time to be replaced by a
much wider shot of the young Mrs. Fitzgerald. She was now down
on all fours still facing the camera lens. Standing behind her, his
hands wrapped around her ass, was a tall dark haired man. From
the way she kept swaying back and forth, a motion matched by the
man, it quickly became obvious that she had his cock buried deep
inside her.
After a few moments, Scott finally shifted his gaze from
the delightful sight of Diane’s large breasts bouncing in the air to
the face of the man who was bringing such a look of pleasure to
her smiling face. There was something about him but Scott just
couldn’t place him. Remembering that the tape was over a decade
old caused him to apply a little imagination and his features soon
took on a different aspect. His hair was now a salt and pepper gray
and he also wore a mustache and beard, but there was no mistaking
those deep blue eyes. It was Dr. Samuel Fitzgerald.
The realization caused him to feel a little stupid. Of course
it was Dr. Fitzgerald. Did he think the doctor would keep a video
of someone else fucking his wife.
“Fuck me, oh baby fuck me!” Diane Fitzgerald called out as
she slammed her body against her husband’s cock again and again.
“Fuck me harder!”
Scott was now jerking off frantically, imagining he was the
one fucking Diane. It wouldn’t be long before he exploded. He was
trying to time his climax to that of the couple on the giant TV.
“Oh baby yes.” he murmured as he played with his cock.
“Give me your hot pussy.”
Scott and the Fitzgeralds were only seconds from climax
when the sound of a car coming up the driveway filled the air.
Swinging around to pull up to the front door, the powerful
headlights momentarily illuminated the room.
Panic stricken, Scott dropped his cock from his hand and
quickly pulled up his shorts. Grabbing the remote control, he
frantically hit the buttons until the forbidden image vanished from
the large screen. Realizing there wasn’t time to rewind the tape,
he hit eject and quickly grabbed it from the machine.
The frightened teenager could hear voices at the front door
as he pushed the normally locked draw of the video cabinet closed.
Hopefully it would be a long time before they looked at the tape
and when they saw that it wasn’t rewound they would never
connect it with their baby-sitter.
Scott had just landed on the couch as the front door swung
open. He tried to still his racing heart and pretended to be
absorbed by the movie on the television. Slowly he stood up and
turned to face the new arrivals, then realized to his horror that
despite his sudden fear, he still had half a hard on. Hopefully it
would go unnoticed.
“I’m sorry we’re so late.” Mrs. Fitzgerald said as she
stepped out of the foyer. “We had some car trouble.”
It was only then that Scott looked at the wall clock and saw
that it was almost ten after one in the morning. He’s been
watching that video for over an hour.
“I hadn’t really noticed the time.” Scott said as Dr.
Fitzgerald stepped in behind his wife.
Scott couldn’t help but imagine what the 30 something
woman in front of him looked like naked. How would her body
compare with the younger version of herself that had just excited
him so. He’d never really thought of women that age as sexually
attractive, but now strangely found himself willing to trade a
chance with Sally for one with Diane.
“Were the boys good?” Diane Fitzgerald asked innocently,
unmindful of the lust filled thoughts directed at her.
“Oh they were great, as usual.” Scott replied. “They went
right to bed at 09:30 and I haven’t heard a peep out of them
since.”
“I’ll just run up and check on them.” the Doctor interjected
as he headed for the stairs.
“Good idea.” Diane said as she stepped toward Scott.
“Oh shit.” Scott thought, remembering his semi-erect cock.
“Any closer and I’m going to get a boner again.”
Just then, Diane’s attention was distracted by another
woman’s voice from the foyer. She stopped in her step and turned
her head in that direction.
“Diane, honey, you forgot your compact in the car.” said the
tall blonde woman who stepped into the room.
“Thanks Christine.” Diane said as she reached out for the
small plastic compact.
Scott’s sudden new appreciation of older women suddenly
went into overdrive as he looked at the new arrival. Christine
looked to be about Diane’s age but had a body that could’ve
matched that on the old video. In fact, wrapped in a tight cocktail
dress that looked like it had been spray painted on, her breasts
looked both larger and about to pop out at any moment.
“Oh Scott, let me introduce my little sister.” Diane said.
“She gave us a lift home from the club.”
“Nice to meet you.” Christine said as she walked over and
extended her hand. “And for the record, we’re only twenty minutes
apart so you can forget that little sister stuff.”
So enthralled had the teenager been by Christine’s
prominent breasts, he’d totally missed the fact that aside from
the different hair color the two woman had a family resemblance
that was unmistakable. They been born identical twins but the
years had made some changes in their appearence and Diana
definitely now carried around a few more pounds than Christine.
“The boys are fine, fast asleep.” Dr. Fitzgerald said as he
came back down the stairs. “Just let me get the keys to the wagon
and I’ll run you home, Scott.”
“Are you sure that’s such a good idea, sweetheart?” Diane
asked her husband. “You’ve had an awful lot to drink tonight.”
“Nonsense, I’m fine.” came his response.
“Samuel.” Diane said in a strong quiet tone that said
volumes, coupled with a powerful stare.
“Oh all right, I’ll call car service for him.” he replied.
“I think that would be better.” Diane agreed.
Scott just sort of stood there trying to be inconspicuous
when in reality he was checking out the two sisters. Diane was
wearing a blue party dress that accented breasts that Scott
thought were even bigger than he’d seen in the video. He knew
Diane belonged to the local health club but she never really got
back the figure that she’d had before her pregnancies. Christine
on the other hand had kept the same form she’d had since their
high school days. Scott was again worrying about getting hard as
he wondered what she would look like in a video like Diane’s.
“They say it’ll be at least an hour before they can get a car
over here.” Sam said as he put down the phone. “I guess that’s one
of the drawbacks of living outside of town.”
“Then tell them to forget it.” Christine offered. “I’ll drop
Scott off on my way back home.”
“Are you sure it wouldn’t be too much trouble, Sis.” Diane
asked. “He lives on the far side of town, not really near your new
house.”
“Not at all. How long could it take at this time of night.”
Christine countered with a smile. “It’s silly for him to sit around
for another hour waiting for a ride.”
“Fine, its settled then.” Sam Fitzgerald said as he reached
into his jacket for his wallet so he could pay Scott.
“Thanks, Mr. Fitzgerald.” Scott said as he took the money,
even though he was more interested in watching the two sisters
out of the corner of his eye.
They were exchanging hugs and kisses and for a fleeting
moment, Scott wondered if they ever did anything together. He
had always heard stories about sisters and such but never actually
knew anyone who knew it for a fact. The thought passed quickly as
Christine gave Sam a quick hug and kiss on the cheek.
Scott followed her out the door after saying goodnight to
the Fitzgeralds once more. He couldn’t help noticing that Christine
had a really tight ass as she walked in front of him.
Stepping out into the clear warm night, Christine walked
over to a baby blue Cadillac convertible parked in the circular
driveway. The car had to be at least 40 years old and in mint
condition. Scott respectfully stepped up to the highly polished
fender and ran his hand across the metal.
“This is one awesome car.” He said, now paying more
attention to the machine than female anatomy.
“My ex-husband’s pride and joy.” Christine said with a touch
of triumph in her voice. “I sometimes think he cared more about
this car than me. That’s one of the reasons I enjoyed taking it as
part of the settlement so much.”
Scott didn’t really hear what she said, he was too totally
wrapped up in the engineering marvel next to him. This car had
magic. If he could take Suzie out in a car like this instead of his
father’s old Sentra, there’d be no problem getting her to put out.
“I wish, just once, I could drive a car like this.” he mused
outloud.
“Sure, why not.” Christine said.
“What?” Scott looked up.
“I said, sure, why not.” Christine repeated.
Scott was sure she was joking until she removed the keys
from her small purse and tossed them to him. Even then, he
couldn’t believe she was actually going to let him drive a car so
valuable.
“My husband kept this garaged for most of the year, taking
it out only for special occasions.” she said as she walked around to
the passenger side. “Me, I think a car is meant to be used. What
use is a thing of beauty if no one ever gets to see it.”
Scott quickly snapped out of his disbelief and sprinted to
the passenger door and opened it for her.
“Why thank you. It’s nice to see a young man with manners.”
Christine remarked as she slid into the leather covered seat, giving
Scott a good view of her long slender legs.
Closing the door, he stood there for a second, admiring both
her legs and breasts which he could now see from above. He wasn’t
sure which was more impressive, the woman or the car. Her
ex-husband must’ve been a real jerk to have lost both.
“Well hop in and lets go.” Christine smiled.
Scott literally ran to the other side of the car and jumped in
behind the wheel. The eight cylinder engine roared to life and
they sped down the driveway.
On the way back to town, Scott learned a little about
Christine Carey, or CC as she was know to her friends. She had
grown up in Spring Valley but had moved away after college, which
explained why Scott had never heard of Mrs. Fitzgerald having a
sister, much less a twin. She’d married an older man, some sort of
investment banker when she was 25. The marriage had gone sour
and ended in a divorce a little over a year before. After traveling
awhile, she’d decided to come back to her roots and moved back to
town. In fact, she had just closed on the old Miller place the
previous week.
“The house needs some major work, but I think that’s the
most interesting thing about it.” Christine was saying. “I’m looking
forward to renovating it. And the best part is that old Mr.
Moneybags, my ex, is paying for it.”
“Wow, you must’ve had some lawyer.” Scott remarked.
“No, not really.” Christine replied. “In fact he never even
contested the settlement. he just signed it and that was that.”
“I don’t understand.” Scott said.
“Well I’m not really supposed to say anything, that was one
of the points in the settlement. But what the hell, he’s four
thousand miles from here and who are you going to tell.” she
laughed.
Christine had his full attention, this was interesting.
“It seems that in addition to his interests in money and old
cars, my husband also had an somewhat keen interest in young men.
Not a bad interest I’ll grant you, but one which his fellow business
associates really wouldn’t understand. So rather than go through a
lengthy and somewhat public divorce proceedings, I asked and he
gave. It was as simple as that.”
Scott had to surpress a shudder. What kind of man would
prefer a guy to the hot woman sitting beside him.
“Is that the road out towards the reservoir?” Christine
asked as she pointed to a turnoff and changed the subject.
“Yes it is.”
“Would you mind taking the long way around, I used to love
going out there when I was younger. That is if your not in a hurry
to get home?”
The fact that is was already one thirty in the morning never
entered Scott’s mind. He immediately said OK.
A bright full moon reflected in the still waters of the
reservoir as they turned onto the road that ran around it. Going
this way was going to add at least a half hour to the trip home but
Scott couldn’t care less. The longer he spent with Christine the
better. He found her directness fascinating.
Cruising along at a slow speed, they soon passed two cars
parked by the water’s edge. They were apart a thousand feet
apart and the occupants of neither gave notice of the Caddie
passing by.
“Is this still the major make-out point that I remember it to
be?” Christine abruptly turned and asked as the two cars faded in
the distance.
“Er...yes.” Scott answered, taken of guard by the question.
If they’d been passing by twenty-four hours from now, those
two cars would be multiplied a dozen fold.
“It’s nice to see that some things don’t change.” Christine
mused. “There’s something to be said for tradition after all.”
Scott just agreed with a noncommittal response.
“Have you ever brought a date out here?” Christine asked.
Taken aback, Scott turned and looked at the older woman.
He was unquestionably not used to someone of her age talking to
him like that.
“Yeh, a few times.” he quietly answered.
In truth, it was here that he’d gone with Debbie Wilson on
his birthday and would be back here tomorrow night with Susie.
“I thought as much.” Christine smiled. “I think that at some
time or another, every guy and girl from Spring Valley comes up
here. They used to call this place the cherry grove because more
kids lost their virginity up here than any place in the county.”
Scott turned and looked at her again. he just couldn’t
believe the things she was saying. If she noticed the look on his
face, she had no reaction.
“Make a right turn over there.” the blonde woman said as
she pointed to a small path next to a maintenance shed. “I want to
show you something.”
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.”
END
(c) Ann Douglas 1996
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