I did It Too - But Only Four Times in Total

I found the parents I worked for (two sets of parents, I sat for each twice) would usually try to make sure their baby was fed, changed and settled by the time I got there, and like many new parents, they didn’t like being away from their little cutie for long. 

As usual, they gave me a list of numbers, told me where they would be, and for how long, sometimes in great and unnecessary detail. I called it my ‘pre-flight check’. 

Eventually though, and somewhat reluctantly, they left. I would take my duties seriously too. Truth to tell, being left alone to care some the most important thing in someone’s life was more than a bit scary. 

But then babies mean sex has happened. The two people who made sure I had everything I could possibly need, has ‘done it’….had sex…fucked….screwed. Oh, but it was the most gloriously sensual feeling, especially, as I usually did, I would wander into their bedroom and lie on their bed. I’d lie in the middle of the bed, legs wide apart and knees drawn up in the classic missionary position and imagine him doing her. If I was brave enough, I’d even talk to him. “Oh Mark….fuck me….make a baby inside me….fuck me…cum in me.” 

The one thing I wouldn’t do on their bed was masturbate.

I knew I was a squirter…or, more accurately, I’d had some very powerful, if random episodes of squirting. These days, I squirt to some extent every time I cum, back then I was working up to it I think, but I knew enough not to give myself a huge headache by not allowing myself to give them damp bedding that I couldn’t explain. 

That’s not to say I didn’t work myself up into a state though. All those dirty thoughts, and dirty words, not to mention thrusting my hips vigorously got me so wet! When I couldn’t take it any more, I remember I had got of their bed and smoothed down the duvet before carefully going through the drawers on her side of the bed and finding her vibrator. I knew what it was and what it was for, but like most 15 year olds, I had a fear of my own hymen and nothing, but nothing was going up me just yet. (Actually, it did shortly after I gave up my budding career in childcare.) 

But I knew they buzzed and holding it on my clit through my panties almost brought me off, but again, I couldn’t risk it standing there in their bedroom. Looking back, I realise now that this was an early form of edging for me. 

I was, however by this time, a confirmed panty sniffer. So I went to their hamper and found a pair of her panties. I’d smell them and maybe even lick them. Who knows, maybe there was semen there too. (But I didn’t think so…both times I did it, it was pure, 100% vagina) 

Finally I had to release all this sexual tension and sitting on the lavatory was the way to go. Panties round my ankles, knees wide, hand between my legs, and her panties in my other hand and within seconds, I would cum, and cum hard. 

I was careful to put everything I’d touched back exactly as I’d found it, and then waited to see who would drive me home. I so hoped it would be the husband. Sitting next to the man who had fucked her was another thrill, and I would entertain myself by making up mental scenarios where he would pull off the road and do me on the back seat of the car. Sometimes, I might get daring, and position my knees so that his hand would graze them as he changed gear. Each little feathery touch would make my clit throb. 

One of the guys concerned was a bit more raunchy than the other, and the conversation on the way home might take a semi-sexual turn. He asked me if I had a boyfriend, and when I told him I didn’t, he said “Oh, don’t worry. The boys will find you soon enough. They won’t be able to keep their hands off you for long.” I tried to lead him on a little by saying I doubted that very much, and why did he think so. i remember he suddenly got very serious and said “trust me, there isn’t a heterosexual man with a pulse who wouldn’t like to get his hands in your panties.”  Again, I tried to play it cool and mature by saying “Well, no-one’s asked yet.” He said “Don’t tempt me!” I said “why? We’re you thinking of asking then?” He remained silent, but the sexual tension of that brief exchange filled the car, and made my clit start throbbing all over again. 

If that had happened today, I would have arranged matters that my little skirt would have magically got higher still into my panties were on show, and then teased him into actually touching me. I don’t think he would have needed much suggestion even back then. 

There is a bridge between puberty, adolescence and the emergence of sexualisation. While each stage morphs seamlessly into the next, it’s the emergence of sexual behaviour and desire that feels to me like a shark’s fin breaking the water. At first it only does it now and again, but then it becomes more frequent, until, like me now, it is permanently above the water. 

My sex drive is incredibly strong. I came to terms with walking the world in almost permanently damp panties a long time ago. Fortunately for me, I thoroughly enjoy both the sensation of moist undies and the musky scent that goes with it. My sexual desire is like a constant too. 

Now, don’t mistake it for love. I love Emily, deeply, profoundly, and on a level that is sometimes a little frightening. But being in love with someone doesn’t automatically switch off the ‘sex radar’. Personally, I think that’s a mistake a lot of people make. “I’m in love with him/her, therefore I can find no other person on the planet sexy.” 

Back in my short career as a babysitter, and given the age I was, and stage of physical and mental development, I found being that close to…..to what….er, provable sex (?) a very arousing thing. I mean, these people had fucked…they’d done ‘it’, and remember, ‘it’ was the centre of most of my friends discussions at school. ‘It’ and periods, of course. 

I can’t say I went all gooey and maternal over the babies themselves. I didn’t get much enjoyment out of cuddling a newborn, and I do rather wonder how I’ll cope when/if Emily and I decide to have a baby. That’s in the future, and although we have briefly discussed it, it’s too soon yet. 

But here we are in July now…..my wedding month. I wonder what that will bring?