Babysitting For the Neighbor
by Marie LeClare
When I was 14-years-old I earned spending money babysitting for local families in my small community of St. John’s, Newfoundland, Canada. There were several families that I sat for, but my favorite family to sit for was right next door. They had a young boy and would ask me to look after him while they were not home.
The young boy was no problem to look after. He went to bed early, after being fed and having his dipper changed at night. His parents would never come home until well after midnight. That left me with a lot of time to amuse myself. I spent the time snooping through the belongings of the couple.
The wife of this couple was named Sue. She was a very attractive woman, with a beautiful body. She did like to show off her figure. She liked to dress in reveling clothes. I was fascinated with her very nice looking breasts. After the boy was sound asleep I would rummage through her dresser drawers.
I would inspect her bras, nylons and panties. I thrilled at the feel of the silken fabric and the smell of her perfume clinging to them. I found that handling them and smelling them excited me sexually. I even rummaged through her clothes hamper in the bathroom.
I found it very exciting to smell her discarded underwear. The smell of the stained crotch of her panties was very erotic to me. I found her sanitary napkins and belts. She would keep the used napkins in a bag for disposal later. I even found the smell of the soiled napkins turned me on. One night I looked in the drawer on the nightstand and found a stack of pornographic magazines.
I became fascinated with them. I would spend a lot of time sitting on the bedroom floor with my back resting against the side of the bed while I studied the pictures. I assumed that they belonged to Sue’s husband, but she had to know about them. It never dawned on me that they knew what I was doing while they were gone. As soon as the boy was asleep I would look through the stack of magazines for one I had not seen or a favorite one to study.
Occasionally I would find a new one. There were story books or novels about incest among loving families. Another time there was a cartoon booklet with drawings of young girls with older women. I could not resist playing with my pussy while looking at little round-faced girls with their faces between the legs of fat old women.
My panties had never been so wet. One day Sue called me over to pay me for babysitting the night before. It was a nice day and as warm as it ever gets on the eastern port town. When Sue opened her door she was clad only in a very skimpy string bikini. I’m sure my mouth must have been open as she led me into the house.
My face felt flushed as I started at her body. She had always been my ultimate fantasy. Most of the women from the community were of northern European stock and were pale skinned. They tended to be as white as the belly of flounders.
Sue on the other hand came from a Portuguese stock. She was blessed with a natural tan like skin color. The little triangle strips of cloth barely covered the areolas of her tits and the nipples were plainly visible tenting up the bikini top. The golden color of her smooth round tits was mouthwatering. I could not resist looking down at her waist.
The strings of her bikini were high on her wide hips and the triangle covering her pussy was no larger than the two strips of material covering her nipples. I could even see a few strands of pubic hair sticking over the top of the triangle. As she turned to led me into the house I saw the narrow strip of cloth wedged between the cracks of her ass.
The little triangle that led to the strings over her hips would not have covered the bottom of a tea cup. As I followed her into the living room I could smell her familiar perfume. She offered me a cup of tea. When she returned with her tea tray, she placed tea sets on the table in front of the couch. She was standing in front of me bent over pouring the tea. I was staring at her breasts as they strained the strings of her bikini.
I was even hoping that they would come lose and expose her tits. I also noticed the material was damp. She offered me cream and sugar. She saw what I was looking at and instinctually slipped finger into the material to adjust it, as if to make sure her nipples were covered. The act allowed met see her brown areolas.
I wanted to reach out and touch her tits so badly. She sweetened her tea and sat down on the couch next to me so close that her naked thigh was pressed against the material of my dress. She sipped her tea before she asked me, “Do you want to touch my tits?”
I stammered as I struggled to speak, “Ye…Yes!” Sue took hold of my wrist and placed the palm of my hand right on top of her right tit. I could feel the nipple poking the palm of my hand. Her tit felt so warm.
While I was squeezing her tit, Sue reached behind her neck and untied the string. I could not believe my eyes as the string fell over the top of my hand and the other string pulled the material down to expose all of her left tit.
I was speechless as I started in wonder at her breasts. Sue placed her hand behind my neck and pulled my head towards her left tit. I was sweating as I opened my mouth and took that brown nipple into my mouth. I started sucking on her nipple. It only took second before I felt warm liquid squirting into my mouth.
I had never tasted mother’s milk before, or at least I had no memory of tasting it before. Sue laid back and pulled me with her. I was practically lying on top of her. While I was still getting used to tasting her milk she took hold of my hand again and placed it between her legs. She was rubbing my hand against her pussy very hard until I started doing it myself. She was moaning almost in pain. I thought I was hurting her and stopped sucking and rubbing.
She pleased, “Don’t stop! I am long way from cumming.”
I returned to sucking and rubbing. I actually felt the small mat of pubic hair under the bikini bottom. Sue pulled the string on her hip and freed the bottom. I felt the bottom slip between her legs while I was rubbing. I felt the flesh getting moist under my fingers. Sue made me switch tits.
I sucked on the other nipple until I was not getting any milk. That was when Sue placed her hand on top of my head and pushed my head down. I remembered the cartoon of the girl with her head between the legs of an older woman and knew what she wanted. I slipped to the floor in front of her and spread her legs while I took a long look at her pussy. I thought she was much prettier than any of the pornographic magazines her husband’s had in his nightstand.
Looking at a real pussy was far more exciting than looking at pictures. I could enjoy the smell of her pussy for real and feel the warmth other flesh. Sue became impatient with me and pulled my head against her pussy. I had played with my pussy many times but had never been able to see what mine looked like. She had smoky gray labia lips and when I spread them I could see the red meat of her pussy.
There was a little bulge and the hole of her urethra. I studied what her little clitoris looked like. I took her clit into my mouth and sucked on it like I had her nipples. Sue was moaning and humping my face.
I could not believe what I was doing but I loved it. Sue smashed my face against her pussy and let out a satisfied yell. She rested for a moment before she pulled me back upon the couch with my head against the armrest.
She pulled my dress aside so that she could get to my budding breasts and pulled the hemp to expose my damp cotton panties. She even chewed on the cotton material of my panties. She pulled them aside and started sucking on my white meat. I was unable to contain myself.
I had a climax so strong that I passed out for a short time. There was a lot of hugging and kissing while we talked about what had just happened. From that day on whenever we could be alone we had sex with each other. By the time I was ready to go away to college, Sue and her husband had moved away.
I never forgot about my first relationship with an adult woman.