Baby sitting for the Andersons

This is an edited re-post of a story I had here earlier. Non the less I hope you enjoy it.

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When I was high school I baby sat for the Anderson’s. They were a nice couple in their mid-thirties. Marley was a very nice lady of 33. She reminded me of a younger version of my mom. And Peter was a good looking (for an older guy)man of 35. Their son Greg was five and a pain in the behind.

I would sit for them every couple of weeks when Peter would take Marley out for dinner or to a dance. The first couple of times I’d put Greg to bed at the prescribed time, then watch TV until Peter and Marley arrived home. Each time Peter would pay me then give me a ride home. Several times as he drove me home I caught him staring at my legs or chest. The first time it creeped me out a little, but it also gave me a fluttery feeling in my stomach. Even at 14 I knew a lot about sex. Sex ed taught me the basics, but I also had discovered the joys of masturbation when I was 11 and I had been going out with boys since I was 12. In fact I had jacked a couple of them off , so I knew why Peter was staring at my legs.

I figured I’d tease him a little and see what happened, so the next time I babysat I wore a short skirt and made sure it pulled up when I got in the car, almost to the point you could see my panties. I pretended to be looking out the window, but could see Peter’s reflection in the glass. He stared at my legs and crotch so hard he almost ran off the road. That scared me so I pulled my skirt down and distracted him by talking to him. After that I decided not to do that again. I was afraid next time he might run completely off the road!

I had been babysitting for them about 4 months when I decided one night while I was there to explore their house. In the den I found a cabinet with a lot of movies on tape. As I looked the titles over I noticed another drawer at the bottom When I opened it I found a dozen porn movies. I stared at them for a long time, trying to decide if I should play one or not. My curiosity got the best of me, so I took one, plugged it into the player and turned it on.

I watched the whole thing and couldn’t believe my eyes! Some of the things on that tape had been mentioned in sex ed class, but seeing them on the TV was a lot different. I started to get that funny tightness in my tummy that I got when I rubbed myself. I glanced around guiltily, then slipped my hand into my panties and rubbed my pussy as I watched the tape. Most times when I rubbed myself I got a little wet and it took me a while to climax. This time I could feel my pussy leaking all over my panties and my fingers were slippery from my wetness.

It only took a few minutes and I climaxed hard. After I did I sat with my hand cupping my pussy watching the tape. A few minutes later I was again rubbing my clit. Before the tape was done I had cum 5 times and the couch had a spot on it where my wetness had soaked through my panties and my skirt. I panicked when I saw it, got a wet towel and tried to scrub it off, only to leave a bigger wet spot. I put the tape back in the den and got a hair drier. Thankfully before the Anderson’s got home I had it dry. On the drive home that night I noticed Peter looking at me funny.

“Are you wearing any perfume?” He asked.

“No.” I told him.

“Funny, you have a really sweet, musky smell lingering around you.” He said, then smiled at me and added,”Whatever it is it smell’s wonderful!”

I thought for a moment about what it could be, then it hit me, my panties! I bet he smells my wet panties! I quickly looked out the window so he wouldn’t see my red cheeks, but I could also feel that funny tightness in my stomach. It took me a moment to realize that the thought of him smelling my wet pussy was a turn on for me. I fingered myself once more that night, all the time imagining what it would feel like to have one of those guys on the porn tape with his thing in me.

The next time I sat for them I put Greg to bed as soon as I could, then ran to the den. I opened the porn cupboard and began to look the titles over. In the back I spotted one with a hand writing on it. I pulled it out to get a closer look. Across the case in block print it said,”Us on Vacation”. Curious to see what it was I plugged it into the DVD and turned it on. I got the shock of my life when it started to play, it was Peter and his wife having sex! I sat transfixed as I watched a naked Peter pumping his hard rod into a naked Marley. I felt almost like I was violating their privacy, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter. Before I knew it I had my hand in my panties and was rubbing my clit. The tape was only 20 minutes long so I only had time to cum twice before it ended. I pulled it out of the player and put it away.

I wondered if they taped themselves having sex, what else do they have hidden? So I decided to look around a little before I watched another tape. I went up to their bedroom. In the back of my mind I thought that if they had porn tapes in the den, they might have some other sex things up there. How right I was! I casually looked around, then opened the closet. I found nothing of interest there, so moved to the night stands.

The night stand had two drawers. The first one I opened, the top one, had books in it. I closed it and opened the bottom one. There was a towel covering the contents. I pulled it up and my jaw dropped at what was under it. There was a set of handcuffs covered in fur, an assortment of long latex things that I found out later were vibrators and a bunch of things I didn’t recognize. Down in the bottom I spotted something that looked like leather straps. When I pulled it out and held it up it took me a moment to realize it was a harness with a rubber cock attached.

I dropped that back in the drawer and pulled out a small thin vibrator. It was about 4″ long and as big around as a small hotdog. I figured out how to turn it on and as it began to buzz in my hand I wondered how it would feel pressed against my clit. I pushed it against my mound and a jolt of pure pleasure stunned me. I jerked it away and stared at it. Then again, slowly pressed it to my pussy through my skirt. I stood there for a long time just enjoying the feel of the thing. Finally I pulled it away and turned it off. I closed the drawer and made my way back down to the den. A moment more I was standing in front of the DVD player with a dvd in one hand, the vibrator in the other and a towel draped over my arm.

I dropped in the disk, turned it on and walked to the couch. Mindful of what happened last time, I spread the towel out, then pulled my panties off. I sat down, spread my legs, placed the vibrator against my pussy and turned it on. Over the next hour I lost track of how many times I came. By the time the video ended, I was exhausted and the towel was soaked. I turned off the tape and leaned back and closed my eyes to catch my breath.

I started awake a couple of hours later. I looked at the clock and panicked, the Anderson’s were due home anytime! I ran upstairs, threw the vibrator in the night stand drawer and ran back down stairs. As I got to the bottom of the stairs I heard the sound of their car pulling into the drive. I ran in, grabbed my panties and tried to get them on, but just then I heard the key in the lock and knew I didn’t have time to finish, so I wadded them up and stuck them inside my blouse.

As the Anderson’s came in I acted like I was just coming down the stairs. They gave me the normal greeting, then Peter handed me my pay and said he’d take me home. I was really nervous as we walked to the car. I could feel the cool night air blowing against my still damp and fully exposed pussy. We got in and Peter drove off.

He glanced over at me and said,”You have that same nice musky smell about you. I like it.”

I knew he was talking about the smell of sex on me but all I could manage to say was,”Uh, thanks.”

As we drove he glanced at my legs several times. I almost wished I was brave enough to pull up my skirt and let him see that I didn’t have panties on. I couldn’t quite work up the courage to do that, so we rode to my place in silence.

When we stopped in front of my house, Peter grinned and said,”You’re really going to have to let me know what perfume that is.”

As I started to get out I made a snap decision. I dropped one of my books and bent over to pick it up, allowing my shirt to pull up over my bare ass. I stayed bent that way for several seconds, then straightened up and looked back over my shoulder at Peter.