Chapter One : I start a babysitting job

First I 'll explain myself. It was one more yr ‘ till I got my learner's licence. I was a neophyte, not masculine, slim branch and hips, peg down shoulders. I grew long gloomy brown pilus that I kept hidden mostly under a cap or a beanie and sometimes in a ponytail so cipher really noticed how tenacious it was. Brown University oculus. I was pale, prospicient pegleg, a few in over 5 invertebrate foot, refreshful white skin with reddish impertinence, ( the zit daemon had skipped me over ). Hairless blazon and nearly hairless legs, just a very get off fuzz. I certainly didn't shave yet. But I had a butt ! I wore blue jean and electric cord all the sentence and my derriere looked estimable in the mirror, cockeyed and stave and kinda bulgy.

I was an only tiddler. Mom didn't pay practically attention to me, but she was felicitous when I got a job and was out of the menage. Dad ignored me once he figured out I wasn't going to be a football game histrion. I did n't birth many friends outside of school really. There were kidskin I talked to in category but I didn't go to their star sign or they to mine.

Somehow I was offered a baby sitting job for single woman, Twyla Morgan, so she could go out in the eventide. The begetter was gone, divorced. It was a dainty enough two bedroom condo, two story. She worked some during the day but not every day. They seemed to have money, maybe from the divorce liquidation. overnice things in the house, a nice 4 door beemer in the garage, a big TV.

Cindy is a 5th grader. Curly Blond hair's-breadth, aristocratical eyes, cute kid, precious enough in fact to stare at but I made sure not to. We just sat on the couch as soon as I came in and both looked at the tv.

"I 'm going out with the young woman, not tops late, I mean it's a school night. '' And then '' Got ta look adept !"

Mrs Morgan checked herself in the mirror at the buns of the stairs. She was tarted up in a leather skirt and sheer black rayons, hair curled, smelling good, womanly, sexy. It was her I was definitely staring at. She had hips ! Hips and boobs and they were out on display ! She was a little bit taller than me and with the black raft heels she was wearing towered over my headspring at least 5 inches ! I felt quite belittled. I had met her a few times before but she was always in her around the home attire, sweat pants, face cloth shirts, haircloth tied up. I thought of her as the same age and therefore the same BASIC whatever… as my mother, just a housewife. But now she was wearing a satiny blueness blouse with the disastrous leather wench and black stockings. The blouse was capable a bit and I could see cleavage. I could see a bit of the lace grain of her bra telegraphing through the satin. Her dangly earrings chimed as she got her thing together and I gave her a good stare. This was a fair sex !

I had never touched a girl. Like sexually. I knew I liked girls, I just never had. Playing and laughing but kisses no. There was holding hands when I was much vernal, rafts of looking and smiling.

I loved looking at pictures, mostly the Sears catalog at the bra and intimate apparel section. Silk and satin and lacing were invigorating to my Danton True Young adolescent libido. I had seen my dada few playboy mag a spell ago but they seemed to have been thrown out. The grownup women with their shocking pubic hair of pubic hair, balmy focussing and glowing cutis and then pink inside made my face feel hot. It was a divine revelation to me. I liked seeing the female form with all those sexual decorations like stockings and garters, pantie and bra cups, corsets and wrapper, sheer satin, lace and chiffon. I wanted to do it how it felt to the touch those matter, what flesh and pelt felt like through them.

I had begun masturbating a lot. My penis was not orotund, virtually of the time it was bantam. My little nut had no tomentum yet and my peenie protruded a mere two inches like a little finger. When I pulled it and rubbed it enough though it would get laborious and hold out to a pointy 4 ½ inches which I had measured. It was about as thick as one of the illusion markers that came in the set of colour nd smelled like angelical things when you took the cap off. I liked rubbing it on things like my pillow and a blurry cover. One or two times I tried rubbing with a pair of my mom's underwear from the shackle and the silky grain felt thrilling on my boner but the difference of it being my mother's undergarment kept me from doing it very often. When I got her panties and put them on though it was always sufficient to make my pecker hard and tingly. When the superstar of rubbing and touching got too intense and I felt like I might pee by accident I would quit and loosen and try again a little while later. When I was left home alone for a tenacious time and I had some visual stimulation I could get to that feeling three, four, five sentence in an afternoon before I got tired of it.

One grounds I took this job was the prospect to calculate at Twylas underclothing drawer and play with thing when the girlfriend was asleep and I had the wholly place to myself.

She and I talked about naught much, how bad TV was, schooltime was `` just OK ''. Friends ?, not a lot. Mom ?"She's ok."Mine ? `` Doesn't like me. Dad doesn't either ''. She looked fixedly at me and said"I'm sorry, that sucks."I got a little jittery with her downhearted centre drilling into mine. Her low-spirited lip is a lot bigger than her amphetamine lip.

I was watching the TV, studying the article of furniture, stealing a glance or two at Cindy on the couch beside me when I finally noticed, a few down in the pile of magazines… a Victoria's Secret catalog ! The sanctum Grail ! Now I had a design ! When Cindy went to bed I was going to play with myself looking at the gorgeous models on those hallowed Thomas Nelson Page, with their slick hair's-breadth and hungriness eyes and perfect tegument, luminous and cinnamon, and that lace and lingerie that looked good enough to eat, like frosting on a cake. And I was going to get into the drawers upstairs and rub myself with Mrs. Morgan 's pantie ! architectural plan !

"Do you like Queen Victoria's enigma ?"OMG she saw me ! She pulls the catalog out and onto her lap beside me."I think they're sooo pretty"I gulp and answer"Me too ! ”. She flips the pageboy slowly and I'm riveted. Satin & lash Babydoll, lacie strappy-back slip, georgette balancer negligee, lace and mesh teddy, lightly lined underwire cups, snap blockage at Bikini bottom, satin and lace balancer gown, plunging neckline, open back, nylon satin and silk. My stomach felt fluttery.

Suddenly she just up and says"Do you want to Play dress ups ?"

Cindy leads me upstairs to the with child of the two bedrooms and shows off the walk in closet broad of clothes and her mom's intimate apparel. There is an amazing quantity of hooey, several drawers broad in the dressers in the bedroom ! Cindy seems aim on finding some outfit she has in mind while I take advantage of being left alone and run my manpower over and through the wealthiness of silk and satin, lacing and nonsense and stretch and mesh. This is Mrs. Morgan's intimate vesture. This part cradles her ample breast, that strip of cloth signature her crotch. Everything smells of her perfume, actually combination of several essence. It's really sexy, intoxicating, I want to finger the thing that touched her pelt touching my peel. How would it fit on my consistence ?

Cindy goes out, to her own room, and dresses up in something she found. She returns and it's too big, I have to facilitate her. It's a naughty satin bustier with sheer black panels on the sides, high cut on the hips with lace trim. There is a plunging V where her Mom's sumptuous chest would be. Garter straps connect to the sheer black stockings with lace acme that are pulled up only past her genu because they are so loose. The matching blue scanty are bunched up a bit.

We find a few refuge oarlock so the material can be taken in and not look so sloppy and gets out of the way of her skin. My finger encounter against her body.

"You can put stuff on in the early room."

I'm by myself in the walk of life in closet, surrounded by Twyla 's foresighted dresses and short dresses, blouses, drawers and skirts, jacket and retinue, wheel of shoes. I shuck my shirt and pants and then cotton fiber Jockey shorts onto the story. I'm so excited I can hardly breathe.

Her brassiere were very declamatory with underwires. Even hooking it as tight as I could they were too big and only the straps held it up. I pull a yoke of satin scanty with lace trim up my wooden leg and over my butt. Too big, too baggy, but it stays. I try respective others but they're mostly the Saame. French deletion, boo-boo, boyshorts, only the rigorous lash seem to fit me.

I try tucking my lowly soft penis between my leg. It looks good, the flat belly sloping down with no protrusion. I turn this way and that in the mirror. I see thin hips but a juicy butt. It sticks out in the back if not the side like a real number girl. However, the tuck doesn't tactile property as goodness like it looks. The tingly feel of silk on my balls and my pecker is missing. My globe rise up and inside me so small that it doesn't matter that much. A skirt, a ring of frill just below the shank conceals me altogether. You would have to seem really close.

Soon we are changing outfits and taking off clothes in the same room, digging through her Mom's multiple boxers of lingerie. Turning away, giddily pulling off the last span of scanty and pulling on a pair of fresh cool satiny tap knickers in bubblegum pink with a play off camisole. It fits me but it 's still loose around my straight pelvic girdle and flatbed boy pectus. Twyla's deluxe pelvic arch are way bigger than mine and her pantie are vast on me, at to the lowest degree not cosy and placid and clingy like I want them to fit and find. I look loose-fitting and bunchy. I try on a bra. Only the shoulder straps preserve it on. Her tits must be huge !

I find myself staring at Cindy and when she sees me she just stares back and a big grinning forms. She's all ribs and hip bones. Skinny leg but a cute curve to her ass cheeks and gross creamy skin all over her body. Lace and blonde ringlet and prosperous fuzz of her dead body hair.

She jumps on her mom's bed. We're getting all bouncy and giggly together. Loose dress that don't fit are almost falling off as we get more rambunctious on the bed. I tickle her then come down off, flopping down, laying analog, a short aloofness from each other, catching our breath from laughing.

"You look so pretty."Says Cindy. I can feel her breath on my face.

"Really ? I do ?"The whole bed is silky and I roll onto my belly and rock my pelvis a bit into the bed covers. It feels squeamish and stimulating and inside the garden pink satin my prick starts to chub a little. I shouldn't do that. I 'm staring at her, she's smiling back. I feel silky.

Suddenly I'm hugging her, and my arms wrap all the way around her small body, she wriggles but snuggles in against me. I think I might be getting an erection in the wanton silk shorts. I feel a fiddling awkward and let her twine away. We lay on the bed, not too close, and she turns on the tv. She nuzzles into me for a endorse but then we pull away and she's blushing and won't make eye contact.

"I like to watch moving-picture show here ”. We watch something and my penile excitement subsides. She falls deceased very close to me as I watch the screen. Maybe a couple of hour go past. Suddenly I'm bolting up and in babysitter mode, it's past midnight.

"Cindy wake up, you have to put on your PJ's."She sits up, eyes mostly closed, slips off the bed and stands there like a minuscule zombi spirit in a loose fitting camisole and scanty that droop down on her tiny hips.

"You have to take this off and get your jammies on and go to bed."I begin to divest her barely responsive trunk, pulling the cami up over her head. She holds her munition straight up. I go ahead and tug the easy panties down her pegleg as she stands in front of me. I glance at her little slit but only for a second. That's not safe, I shouldn't be doing that.…and put her in her PJ's, a fuzzy blue yoke hanging on the threshold of her closet. Then she's in her bed and I have to put Twyla's clothes back in the drawers. I don't dally because I'm a little freaked out by what we've been doing. I'm dependable at remembering where everything goes. I straighten up the bed after all that bouncing and wriggling. back in the water closet, I'm absorbing all the feeling, multiple perfumes, clean laundry scents, musky dirty laundry smells that I don't even understand yet. I try on a schematic dress, dark blue angel hanging on the single-foot, rubbing my swelling cock on the satin and ruffles. I take a span of her step-in for my own. Black and lace trimmed they were in a neglected wad at the very back of a drawer where maybe she would never discover. She has much bigger hips and keister than me but that means lots of loose framework to fold around my prick. I put them on with my tighty whities over them and then my pant so as not to get caught. It feels silky.

I walk back in to see Cindy in her bed. I stand for a hanker bit looking at her soft cheek and then deflect forward and osculate her sleeping lips before skittering downstairs. I settle on the lounge and get my good long look at the Victoria's Secret catalog. Chantilly lace, garter gaucherie, add two cups push-up bra, halter babydoll, aphrodisiac luve lacing and mesh corset, demi bra, dream angel satin teddy. My hand gropes down my pants and rub the silky shimmer of Mrs Morgan 's panties against my tempered penis. Chantilly plait plunge teddy, sexy pleated baby doll, a sheer contour with a plunging front end and crisscross straps at the daring low back. A tiny bow at the front adds a lead of pleasantness. The tingly spirit was becoming a buzz and the tip of my straining pecker felt numb.

The door clicks. I jolt up. I jump. The key was in the lock but not turning, and then not turning correctly. My hired hand was out of my pant, my shirt pulled down and I managed to get the catalog back in the stack when the threshold opened and Cindy's mom stumbled through the door.

I can see she's drunk as she starts to keel up the stairs. It's 2:30in the dawn. She mumbles she's sorry, shouldn't be so late. I think she's coming back down to pay me but after 10 min of silence I 'm still waiting while my heart rate regaining to normal. I decide to observe after her and find her in her bedroom passed out on the bed where Cindy and I had been laying and playing and napping. She's on her back with legs slightly spread, one arm out and one arm over her chief, covert pulled up but not completely over her.

"Mrs. Thomas Hunt Morgan ?"I call out her name and partake her leg, judder her gently, then a little more. Her clothes are off I can separate. I slide the covers over just a bit and I can touch her chest. A real tit ! And it's big ! Soft but not flabby. They must be genuine, a fake knocker would feel like a balloon or something. If I touch lower and commit at the bed covers I could get to see the pip between her legs. I uncover her navel, then her lower abdomen and then the patch of hair above her cunt, trimmed into a dark trapezoid. Her labia were morose than the surrounding skin and textured, wrinkly but haircloth free. Her inner backtalk were darker still and like a folderal of meat protruding just a bit further.

She is totally passed out. My boner is streching my pant and my stolen silk treasure. All evening playing with Cindy, seeing her bare body, wearing all of Twyla's underclothing and lingerie, rubbing my penis on her slips and her wearing apparel, feeling her stockings on my legs and her pantie cradling my junkie. I could guess Mrs Morgan to be a Victoria's secret model laying there, silklike pilus spread everywhere, body sprawled amid the delicately sheets, the skin of her legs and her rosehip and her buttocks bare and gorgeous. I slide my hand along her thigh, not to wake her but to feel her skin. I pull the piece of paper down to her knees. I lean over the bed. I get my left hand in my bloomers and grip my rigourousness, wrapped in silk and I drag my compensate hand down to her genital organ. It feels moist and heated. I portion the brim and reveal a burnished pink pussy. I'm touching my world-class kitty-cat ever. My finger get wet in her succus. It's slippery and thicker than water or pee, it 's mucus I guess. I go from sliding them back and forth to pushing inside the wet tunnel. My cock can't outdoor stage it. I can't believe what I'm doing to this sleeping woman. I'm gripping hard and my penis principal is buzzing and tingling and I suddenly feel my pegleg buckle and the muscle under my formal jums and cramp. The tendons down the inside of my legs twang like guitar train. It's painfull and uncontrollable and passing amazing all at once. I pull my fingers out of Mrs. Morgan 's cooch and stand there bucking my coxa and humping the air as the feeling recedes. I can experience some wetness has oozed out of my prick oral sex into the satin pantie. I'm suddenly super sensitive at the tip and have to let go of my dick. I back out of the room, still staring at the half naked charwoman, a real woman, passed out nude person on the bed. I touched her cooter ! I 've still got her juice on my finger's breadth !

* * * * * *

I get asked to sit again just a few days later.

Cindy 's dressed in pink strechy short shorts, pink socks with lacing trim and a ruffly pink halter top that just wraps her dummy area. She has her whisker in two promiscuous pigtails with pink bows.

Twyla smiling and touches me on the shoulder. Her fragrance wafts over the elbow room. Her jewelry jingles. She is in a pissed pair of designer jeans that look large on her replete pelvis, high hound and a swishy blouse. She flounces out the door and Cindy and I sit for only a moment on the sofa before she asks, excitedly if I want to play dress ups again.

More different outfits ! I find a black lacing corset with articulatio humeri strap and garter straps hanging down and tap floral venire on the sides. black satin panties that are cut high up my hip joint. I get some sheer black stockings and they stay up once I connect the straps.

horseshoe ! To my delight I find that Twyla's foot and mine are the same size ! Even though she's bigger than me I guess my growing boy feet are matched to hers and I can splay on her brake shoe. Holy cow does she have a lot of brake shoe ! I pick a black patent leather twosome with fortify heels and get along teetering out of the closet to show Cindy.

She's in a peach silk camisole that comes down far enough to cover her rear but I can see she is wearing a sloppy pair of Twyla's scanty underneath. Black I think. She squeals and beams at me.

"You look sooooo good !"

"Thanks !"I'm blushing and my top dog is buzzing a niggling. My equip doesn't fit very tight but the feel of it on my tegument is enceinte and looking at myself, especially as I spin before the good length mirror, I see that the high heels make my butt looking really cunning. I walk slowly, uncertainly, to where Cindy is standing and we look each early up and down. Her smooth out shoulders and flat chest set against the Prunus persica silk is luminous with her fervor. She reaches out and spot my abdomen and the boning of the lace corset. She puts both bridge player on my hip, touching the loose silk and then pulling herself to me and we wrap in a smashed hug.

"Let's play grownups."

"Ya ?"I let my hands slide up and down her spinal column, feeling her through the silk and pressing her into me.

'' Like what they do at bedtime"

We lay down in her mom's bed, face to face and she gave me a few promiscuous kiss on the brim. I felt like Cindy was trying to be more good, more like an adult. She didn't giggle and wriggle as we pressed together. I pulled back and looked deeply into her oculus. Brilliant blue with flecks of Au and black. She was really really darn cute ! She blushed and buried her face in my neck. I rolled over onto her and she squirmed a bit under me, her legs spreading and getting me centered. The skin on silk on silk on skin made our bodies slide around as I held myself up, trying not to slop her too much. I felt myself swelling in the black panties.

Cindy did n't look to mind that we're both dressed in women's lingerie. I'm the man and she's the cleaning lady at this moment. I'm holding my weight unit up so I don't press her tiny soundbox. My penis has straightened out and it's aligned with her easygoing spot.

"sometimes the womanhood is on top"she tells me.

"ok"

I roll over and onto my vertebral column and Cindy crawls up on top of me, lies still. We're just pretending after all but I feel her weight on me and her heat. Her pelvic bone puts pressure on my slim dick. She grinds gentle circles and with a sizzling flashbulb I cum in her mom's scanty. I convulse under her and she just looks at me, smiling.

Cindy doesn't seem to get upset that I soiled the black satin undergarment. It's ok she says, just put it in the dirty laundry hamper, Mom'll never know. Maybe she already knows what semen is and what a male orgasm is all about but there's no notification. She looks at me naked when I strip off the gooey satin undergarments and vigil as I clean up the the viscid great deal. She seems worn out or unsettled by what we've done together and silently goes off to bed on her own. I put englut away and straighten up the chamber and then check on her. She's very asleep. I kiss her backtalk, longer this sentence and as I do I vividly remember cumming with her lithe body straddling my hips. I feel my hawkshaw twitching, and I want to rub on her again and get that buzzing and then shooting feeling in my prick but I don't. I go down stairs and doze on the couch. Mom comes home, LE wino, and pays me this time. She still looks skilful, olfactory property like fume. I watch her big breasts in the sturdy bra shifting under her blouse. I think about finish time when I touched her passed out vagina and I stare at the privates of her tight dungaree as she's getting money out of her bag.



"Did everything go fine ?"

"yes"

"I'll have you babysit soon."

Babysit.

. .. ..

The next time I come over we play more dress up, it's obviously our favorite thing. I put on a merry widow woman in black lace with big cadaver bra loving cup. Cindy throws balled up stockings at me trying to stimulate a basket. I switch to a camisole top because Twyla's big bras don't fit and just look funny on me. It has little bleak polka dots, black lace across the chest, right above my nipples, and lace trim on the sides of the matching panty. She gets into a nightgown that would be dead on her mother but looks full duration on her. Tourquise satin with some bunchy step-in underneath. I help her tie the shoulder strap of the nightdress together so the top isn't so light.

Cindy decides to show me her Mom's dildo drawer and we're amazed ! Big I that look like real dick, little shiny plastic single. I switch on a vibrating, rotating purple matter with weird feelers sprouting off of it. We collapse on the bed in unstoppable laugh.

"What is that ?"

"It's supposed to be a penis !"

"rattling penis don't do that stuff ! Do they ?"

"No way !"

I turn the weird thing back off and spend it in the draftsman. Cindy is on the bed, recovering from her laughing fit and I roll following to her.

"Mom uses those things a lot. I hear her belated sometimes moaning and I try not to express joy out loud."

"wealthy person you tried one ?"

"A slight bit, not really…"She's avoiding eye contact"well the buzzy kind tone good sometimes but I never stick it in."

"Do you touch yourself ? Rub your snatch ?"I asked.

"Well… YES."She smiled real big and I smiled back.

"Ya, I do too. I think scanty are sexy and I like to rub myself with them."

"Last time, when we were on the bed ... you had a climax ?"she asked, quizzically.

"Yes, I had an orgasm."I said, trying to vocalise like I knew what I was talking about.

"That's cumming ?"

"Ya, it felt really good."

We lay still and close for a while, I feel the warmness coming off of her eubstance and the blow of her breath.

"I want to touch your penis"

"I want to touch on you down there too"

My bridge player slideway down her body and she reaches out to my satin covered crotch. Feeling her exploring fingers on my penis turns it stiff immediately. With my deal I'm feeling her super soft parts through the step-in. She sighs approving sounds and grips and towboat my erection. I separate her rim with one fingerbreadth and push it inwards a few times and then she gasps. She feels gooey, stickey between her rim and not wet and slippery like her mother, er Twyla's twat did. We keep rubbing and touching and then I lean in and kiss her on the sass. Cindy responds with enthusiasm and after a few minutes we are opening our mouths to each other and flicking glossa together. It seems to make both of us hornier and the hand social movement get more frantic. We each give to the other what it is we want in tax return and the tempo picks up to a fever pace. I don't know if she climaxes but I tell her when I feel the twisting and tingling get to be too much.

"It 's gon na bechance, I'm gon na, I'm gon na … uh, uh ! ... uh !"I'm spasming in her hand and my whole body twitches and there's wetness in the panties I'm eroding. She giggles and kisses all over my face. I feel a footling sleepy as I relax back into the soft bed next to her.

I don't remember Cindy getting up and going back to her room.

Twyla comes home drunk and finds me in her bed. I hear the clink of the room access and shoot straight up but it's too late, I'm totally burst !

"Yes, I thought so !"she says, clicking on the brightness and walking up to the bed."I found some muggy panties in my laundry hamper and several point of lingerie out of space. You've really been going to town it looks like. I hope you've been enjoying yourself."

I'm paralyse and speechless, my consistency feel icy coldness.

"Now stand up for me. Let me see your pretty short body in those sexy panties."My face is burning.

I gulp and stand up as she commands. I 'm in so very much hassle ! There follows an inspection of me wearing her clothes, pink cami and matching knickers. My stiff minuscule pecker has rocketed out as an unexpected resolution of this aid. Twyla seems to contribute her approval. She drags her fingers across my skin.

"You have beautiful legs and a nice trim potbelly but it's a shame your hip are so skinny, you don't fill out my underwear very well. '' She pinches me. `` You do have a juicy lilliputian ass my dear. ``

She goes on caressing me, finger hooking under the waist band, dragging across the tickling spot right over my hip ivory. I jump. My nub is racing and my breath is shivery and uneven. She strokes down my crevice and tucks a finger under the step-in between my A hole and my tight niggling testicle. She grips my ass buttock in her work force and kneels on the bed in forepart of me, eye level with my Saint Peter the Apostle, pitching a collapsible shelter in her purloined and recently soiled underwear. She slowly peels the satin away from my genitals.

Slightly sweaty and breathing deeply, her hot sass close over my distort pecker and I am suddenly enveloped. I think I forget to pass off. My phallus is disappearing into her lip and coming back out, dragging across her lips. It fits all the way in and then it's out in the open again, swallowed in hot wet mouth heat and then emerging into cool air. She licks the header with her lingua and then gobbles it again like she's hungry. The suction increases and she speeds up, groaning on my turncock, vibrating it with her exhalations. I'm frozen but my legs are twitching, the tendons in my groin tighten and with a whimper I shoot a spurt into her hot heavenly mouth. A louder moan of lustfulness and hungriness erupts and she pulls my hips to her face and my rooster towards the back of her throat, my loaded nut smashed against her chin as I spasm and she sucks the scant fall down.

With a gasp Mrs.Rodgers falls back on the bed, gives me one glance of dismissal and axial rotation to confront away.

Once my shock is gone I cast about and reassemble my dress, the ones I came over here in. I'm down the stair and out the door without a thought process of payment or a auf wiedersehen. I got my payment. I wonder what she'll say, what next ?