Babysitting

To begin with, i was way too scared to misbehave. I really felt the responsibility of being there in case the baby woke up.  But with experience, I started to get into the routine and got bored. oh, they had cable, with all the bells and whistles, but even that gets dull after a while. Thy always left me plenty of food, and I had a large appetite back then, and didn’t put weight on...still don’t!  But eventually I got bolder and more bored, and started exploring the home more. Their bedroom fascinated me as a teenager. (And still a virgin at this time). This was where they ‘did it’. This was where she let him put it inside her. This was where, maybe, he and/or she touched themselves. Mike and Sue often went on business trips separately, leaving the other at home for a week or so at a time.  I lay on top of their bed which gave me a real rush, but then I decided to pull the covers right down. The sheets weren’t clean. There was a small white stain about ass distance from the pillows. I figured it was either her cum or his....either way, I was wet in an instant.  I took my panties off (not brave enough that first time to strip fully) and hitched my skirt up and lay where her ass would have been, then I spread my legs and lifted my knees wide apart. I touched myself, and whispered “Fuck me, Mike. Fuck me hard...fuck me fast....make a baby.”  By this time, I knew I could make myself cum, and I knew it was usually messy, so I held the big O off. Even so, there was a slight wetness on her sheet. That turned me on immensely. My wetness mixing with another woman’s.  But I was ready for a cum, so I went into their en-suite and sat in the toilet and made myself cum. It only took seconds, and I heard a trickle, so I guess I peed or squirted. (Sometimes, back then, it was either or both.) A couple of weeks later I was back there, feeling bolder, and more daring. This time the bed had black sheets and the sex marks were even more visible. This time, I shucked my dress and underwear and lay naked on their bed, but I had the foresight to make sure I had a towel next to me. I figured at the moment I came, I could flip it underneath me. again, I imagined Mike fucking me, and again, I was very verbal about it, even starting off as a little fantasy, like this... ”But Mike, what if your wife catches us?” That kind of thing. in my head, I let Mike seduce me, get my clothes off and get me onto the bed, ready for his cock. (Remember, nothing had ever been in me at this time, not so much as my fingers or a tampon). I thought about him fucking his wife exactly where I was lying, and him fucking me. I used all the stuff I’d heard about at school, (which I guess was pretty lame really) but then, out of nowhere, my dirty little brain imagined his wife finding us, and standing in the doorway, my brain had her slip her hand into her panties as she watched.  I came instantly, and way too hard. I didn’t have either the time or awareness to get the towel under me and I made a mess. oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck! Quick! Hairdryer!  Mistake! All I succeeded in doing was drying a nice, white, milky stain onto the black sheets. It was bigger than the original one I lay in and the second she pulled the covers back to get into bed tonight, she’d know! Ohhhhh fuck!  And that night, they weren’t late! They got home about 11:00, paid me, and were clearly horny as fuck. They didn’t even see me out the door, Mike had his hand up Sue’s dress even before they had gotten up the stairs.  Two days later, the phone rang. It was Sue. Could I babysit that night? Mike was out of town, and she was going to dinner with a girlfriend.  I could barely breath when I arrived at the house. As usual, Chloe was fed, changed and already in bed and Sue led me into the lounge. “here it comes.” I thought to myself.  Sue looked knowingly at me. “I did exactly the same myself when I babysat at your age. It’s ok. We don’t mind...in fact, it’s quite horny.” I couldn’t reply....too tongue tied...”Let’s be clear, neither Mike nor I will try it on with you...even if you would like us to...or, rather, even if you THINK you would like us to. You’re still finding out about sex and yourself, and we won’t be a part of giving you regrets later in life. That said, just enjoy yourself....oh, and you might like to look in the top drawer of my nightstand.”  She got up, pecked me on the cheek and left.  When (eventually) my face stopped burning and my heart rate returned to slightly less that of a humming bird, my clit took over (again) and Instarted to feel horny. Thy knew what I’d done. They saw my cum stairs on their sheet. And I know they fucked that night....they had lain in my cumstains. After about an hour, I was upstairs, lying on their bed (her side...hmmm I wonder if even then I liked sitting in another girls cum?) and had her nightstand drawer open. It had clearly been prepared for me, because there was a rather daring black cotton thong in it, and a vibrator. Oh, there were also some photographs. They didn’t show faces...there was one of a girl’s lower half with a cock in her (I assumed it was Sue and Mike....ok, I HOPED it was Sue and Mike,) another of just the girl, with two of her fingers inside her...lucky bitch...wish I could do that...and one of a really erect, hard cock. Mike’s, I hoped. the evening passed pleasantly with me wearing my first ever thong, and finding out I liked the vibrator on my nipples especially and on my clit of course...only over the thong though...but a real regret that I couldn’t pluck up the courage to fuck myself with it.  The orgasm that really stands out as special in my mind was one where I imagined they had set up a secret camera to film me. I don’t know if they did, or even if they would do such a thing, but the mere thought of it (I’d seen enough so-called ‘hidden cam’ porn by then) was enough.  By the time my clit couldn’t take any more, the sheet wasn’t too bad...well, maybe it was a bit...but the thong was ruined...soaking wet, and the stain had spread right up the front. I found I love the feeling of it between the cheeks of my ass and the knowledge that these things only just cover you.  I cleaned the vibrator and put it back and he thong went in the laundry before I put my (boring) white cotton panties back on, although I noticed they too were damp.  Thinking back now, I wonder if Sue was just being kind, or maybe she was bisexual, and had another motive for putting that thong out for me? If she had, then she more than got her wish. It was soaked with my cum by the time it hit her laundry hamper.  I babysat for them for about a year all in, and each time I masturbated there at least once a night, and often more. Sue said nothing else to me about my activities in their home, although sometimes, just sometimes, I caught Mike looking st me in a somewhat longing way...or so I thought at the time.