Baby-sitters Delight: Joyce

First in what I hope to be an ongoing series. Very little to no sex in this chapter, mostly just back story and set up for what comes in later chapters. Constructive criticism is always welcome.



Baby-sitters Delight: Joyce


Joyce Silverman ran out the door of the office building where she worked as an executive assistant, fearful she might miss her bus home and be late for dinner. Her long black hair streamed out behind her as she ran down the block. Reaching the bus stop with a couple minutes to spare, she stopped to catch her breath. As her breath returned, she caught sight of herself in the plastic side of the bus shelter. Staring back at her was a woman that could have been any other normal working single mother. The skin on her face was smooth, clear and firm. A fact she was proud of, as it made her look much younger than the forty years of age she was. The eyes that stared back with large and brown, what many would call doe eyes. They were bright and clear, unless one looked very closely and saw the weariness behind them.
How did it come to this? She thought to her reflection. Six months ago I had my own car, my independence and a healthy bank account.
You know how this happened. You wanted it to happen. Her reflection answered back with a small smile.
Yes, I did, but I never dreamed it would go this far, but this all encompassing. She looked at how she was dressed in her reflection. Her skirt was just a couple of inches too short to be proper for the office, but not short enough to draw comment. The same with the heels she wore, just a little too high to be working in all day, but not so high to be noticeable. Most of all she was aware of what she was wearing, or not wearing under her clothes. Her half-cup bra lifted her firm 36B breasts, but left the nipples bare to poke thru the silk of her blouse. Only silk tops for her, to stimulate her nipples and keep them stiff. Under her skirt she was bare, other than shoes, she was only allowed only article of clothing below her waist.
The bus came to a halt at the corner, the hiss of its airbreaks snapping her out of her thoughts. She entered the bus and paid her fare with the last two dollars in her purse. She found a seat near the front, and sat down with a heavy sigh, her mind going back to the events of six months ago.
She had just divorced her abusive alcoholic husband of 15 years and moved away to find a new life for her and her thirteen year old daughter. She found a two bedroom house in a nice suburban neighborhood, full of families. There was a good school nearby that came highly recommended by the neighbors. It would be a prefect restart to their life she thought. That was until the day she met Allison, her neighbor’s sixteen year old daughter and her world was turned upside down.
They had just arrived at their new house and were moving boxes in when she first saw Allison. Joyce had just grabbed a couple of boxes out of the truck and turned around when she caught sight of the young beauty standing on the lawn next door. Joyce noticed right away the cut off shorts the girl wore, and how they showed off her long, firm and tanned legs. The girl’s T-shirt was tight and Joyce could see she wasn’t wearing a bra, the girls nipples were visibly making small tents in the shirt. The girl smiled at Joyce, her brilliant white teeth standing out in contrast to the golden tan of her face. Joyce knew right away she was in love, well, more like lust.
Joyce had always harbored a secret attraction for teen girls. She loved their smooth firm skin, the fresh scent of their bodies and their sweet innocence. Most of all was the lure of such forbidden fruit. It was a desire she never acted on, not wanting to risk losing her daughter or going to jail. She did enjoy going to the mall or the beach and secretly checking them out, but that was as far as she went. She also had a large collection of stories and pictures she had downloaded off the Internet to help curb her desire to act out her fantasies.
“Hi!” The girl said cheerily as she approached Joyce, her shoulder length blond hair glowing in the warm sun. “I’m Allison, I guess you’re our new neighbors huh?”
“Hello Allison” Joyce dropped her eyes as she spoke. There was something about this girl’s presence that was intimidating. The boxes in her arms were starting to become heavy and she started to turn to put them back down in the truck “Yes, I guess we are. I’m Joyce and my daughter Elizabeth is around her someplace,”
” You have a daughter? Cool! How old she is?” Allison moved to block Joyce from putting the boxes down in the truck. She smiled in a friendly way. but Joyce could have sworn there was a hint of a darker intent behind it.
“Liz is thirteen” Joyce gave a nod towards the house “There she is now.”
They both turned to look as a young girl came running out of the front door.