Babysitting Rowan

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As usual my missus was at work and not due home till around 10:30, so I was curled up on the sofa totally immersed in my new book when there was a knock on the door. My neighbour, Jenny was standing there.

“Can you do us a big favour?” she asked
Every time we went away, for a weekend or holiday totalling a dozen or more times a year, they would feed and look after our cat for us. So, I had no hesitation in replying “Of course.”

“My parents,” she explained “were supposed to babysit for us but dad is not well and mum won’t leave him. At such short notice we cannot find anyone to look after Rowan while we go to this concert at the Arena. She actually suggested that you would look after her. We’ll be back before 11. Would you mind?”

I nodded. “Not at all. Of course I’ll do it. What time are you off?” I asked

“Got to leave in about 30 minutes at about 7”

“Ok, just knock before you leave and I’ll come in”

“You’re a lifesaver” she said, and turned to go back to her house.

30 minutes later I had collected my book and was sat on their sofa, Rowan was sat across from me, already in her night dress.

“She’s had her tea,” said Jenny “in spite what she may tell you. She’s also had her bath and is ready for bed by 8:30” Her back was to Rowan who made a face at her mother. It was all I could do not to grin. “Thanks for doing this.” She added
“No problem, you just enjoy yourselves.”
“We shall and we’ll see you at around 11”
They both waved and left. Minutes later I heard their car start and drive off.

Rowan got up and switched on the TV set. Saturday night rubbish, aimed heavily at the younger age group. This time it was a talent show of sorts and she settled back in the chair to watch. I tried my best to tune it out and prepared to dive into my novel.

Rowan was a very precocious 8 year old, always asking the wrong questions at the wrong time. The comment from Jenny was fair, she really did not need any more to eat as she was quite a chubby youngster.

I looked over at Rowan, her nightdress had ridden up and she was sitting with one leg out straight and the other at right angles with her foot against her butt. The open flap of the tent thus formed exposed her body clear up to her waist, but hiding her pussy. At that moment, she glanced at me and must have noticed that I was looking but made no comment, just turning her gaze back to the TV.

Without looking at me she moved her other leg exposing her immature cunt, then moving her knees further apart leaving no ambiguity that she knew the show she was putting on. I was entranced momentarily by that lovely sight of a mons veris that had never seen a bristly hair and a smooth pair of outer lips that covered a pink interior. For several seconds I sat and enjoyed the view

I swallowed hard and, with great reluctance went over to her chair, smiled at her, took hold of the hem of her nightdress and pulled it down her legs. She just shrugged and went back to watching the TV.

After half an hour or so of watching the TV Rowan looked at me and said “Mum’s made some cakes. I’m going to have one, would you like one?”
“I thought you had eaten already?”
“Doesn’t include cakes. We always have some cake about this time.”
“OK, I’ll get them. Where do you keep them?” I asked
“They’re in a tin on the table in the Kitchen.” She replied.

I got up and went into the kitchen to retrieve the cake. Jenny was a superb baker, having trained a pastry chef in her youth so I decided she would not mind if I had one too. I took them both back into the lounge and gave one to Rowan. She smiled and thanked me. However, she had resumed her previous posture but this time her nightdress was pulled over her knees. She happily munched on her cake and, having finished, lifted the hem of her nightdress and used it to wipe the crumbs from her mouth. Deliberate? I was not sure but, of course, her little cunt was once more exposed to my gaze.

I decided to ignore it, or at least that is what I told myself I was going to do, cannot be manipulated by an 8 year old. But I was a weak willed male and besides, I really liked the view, so I just left it alone and enjoyed it.

This time she knew she was putting on a show, so she shifted her position several times, now both her legs were up and apart and the nightdress was pulled to her waist.

The programme finished and as it was almost 8:30 I said “Ok, time to go up to bed.”

“You’ll have to take me!” she demanded.

I shrugged and got up.