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The Baby-Sitter (MF-m-teen, family)
by Anonymous Author (c) 1991
**
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 drawer.
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. "n 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. "nly 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. "ne 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.
"ne 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."