Memories Of Our Babysitter Ch. 03
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All persons engaged in sexual activity in this story, are over 18 years of age.
It is certainly worth reading CH1 and CH2 first to understand her character, but there are probably enough references to them in CH3 to make it a stand-alone story if you wish.
As in previous chapters, this is the background to the time and place.
This story is based on real happenings that took place in the mid 1980’s in the United Kingdom when the internet was barely an infant and not available to the majority of individuals. As for mobile phones, they were huge, solid, brick-like blocks weighing over two pounds and were owned by only the very wealthy. This meant that knowledge of sex was gleaned mostly by looking at adult magazines aka Playboy, Hustler and so on which were often bought by older brothers or sisters. Certain books like ‘Tropic of Cancer’ that were ‘borrowed’ from someone’s father’s collection also worked a treat. Hearing playground chat amongst more or less ‘informed’ friends, proved popular too.
Finding out officially what ‘sex’ was all about was mainly limited to the teachings of the Biology teacher who, if he/she was confident, would talk you through the reproductive cycle of humans or if not, would tell you how frogs and newts reproduced (not very useful and definitely not very sexy!). Boys and girls were nowhere near as mature or knowledgeable about sex at age 18 compared to many of today’s 14 or 15 year olds, thanks mainly to the multitude of internet ‘information’ that can now be accessed by anyone that can type ‘sex’ into a search engine.
All of this is to set the scene for you, to make you aware that in the late 1970s, early 1980s, unlike the present, many boys and girls at age 18 were considerably naïve when it came to real sexual encounters and in the UK (as is now) anyone over the age of 18 could buy and consume alcohol.
It had been just under two weeks since the last evening Cass had been babysitting for us. Her evening had started badly because of her immature boyfriend (now ex-boyfriend, thank goodness) who I agreed could keep her company in our house, but had tried to roughly grope her and was probably aiming for more. If he hadn’t been so rough and uncouth, he might have got further than he did as it was clear to me that she had dressed and groomed herself to look as attractive and sexy as she could for him.
She is a lovely, shy girl, a product of strict parents, and even at 18, had little experience of sexual matters except what she had picked up from friends’ gossip and chatter. She eventually told me that she had tried various way of ‘making herself feel good’ as she put it, to simulate a man, using objects her friends had told her about, like brush handles and the like, but she wanted to feel what it was really like and that’s how I finally ended up inside her giving her the best orgasm so far. I had enough sense to pull out and not cum inside her, but we all know that sperm can be present in pre-cum and there was a nagging worry that if we were very unlucky, she could get pregnant from that alone.
I hadn’t seen her again since that night, but if I said I wasn’t interested in being alone with her on another evening, to see if anything more was going to happen, I would be lying.
A few days later, the inevitable happened and my wife told me she had booked Cass for Friday, as her night shift as a nurse coincided with my late work shift and again, we needed someone to stay with the two young children. I tried to just be non-committal, but inside, I was full of both anticipation and apprehension. Yes, Cass had enjoyed it and had said it was our secret, but would she have confided in her friends? It would only take a wrong word from someone for the consequences to be …well.. something I didn’t really want to contemplate.
The following day I reasoned that if anyone else knew, then I am sure I would have heard about it by now, so with anticipation rather than repercussions forefront in my thoughts, I bought a packet of condoms from a chemist out of our area,- just in case.
When I arrived home late Friday evening around 11:30pm I found an unknown car on our drive. It was a Mini. It wasn’t new, but looked in good condition. I wondered if Cass had got a new boyfriend and he was here with her and that was the end of anything between us.
I entered the house and was surprised to see Cass alone on the sofa, with the lights dimmed just watching TV.
“Hi Cass, “I said, looking round to make sure I hadn’t missed her boyfriend in the darkened room, “all ok, no problems with the children?”
“No,” she said, “everything is fine, I checked on them a few minutes ago and they are sound asleep.”
“Err Cass, I noticed the car on the drive, do you have a boyfriend here?”
“Oh no,” she laughed, “I’m off ‘boys’ for now after the last one,” she said, putting the emphasis on ‘boys’, “it’s my car, my parents bought it for me as a late 18th birthday present. You know I am going away to college in a few months, well they wanted me to be independent and able to get home easily, so they got ataşehir escort me the car. I already learnt to drive as soon as I was old enough. They gave it to me now so that I could spend some time getting used to it.”
“Ahh ok, that was nice of them,” I thought, so no boyfriend on the scene.
“Yes, it was, but I think they really want me to come home often so they can keep an eye on me,” she grinned.
I’ll just go up and check on the children,” I said, and then maybe you would like a drink unless you want to get home.”
“A drink would be good thanks, lager if you have it.”
Once I had come back downstairs and got us a drink each, I plonked myself down on the sofa next to her, as I had on previous occasions.
We both took a sip and then she said quietly, “Pete, I have something to tell you.”
I groaned inwardly, what news has she got, is it about last time or…
“I’ve been to the doctor.”
“The doctor?” I repeated stupidly, I am sure my heart skipped a beat. No, surely, she isn’t going to tell me she is pregnant I can’t be that unlucky…oh God. “You’re not pregnant, are you?” I blurted out.
She burst out laughing then put her hand over her mouth to lessen the noise.
“Nooooo, quite the opposite.”
“I don’t understand,” I said.
“Pete,” she was blushing again, “the last time I was here, I got you to let me try a few things and I know you were worried, and as I am also going to college, I thought it was time I was on the contraceptive pill, not that I am going to be doing stuff from day one, but just in case. My parents would be horrified, but I know I can tell you, and it seemed the sensible thing to do.”
I felt as though a sudden weight had been lifted off me, my mind had already whizzed through several scenarios of what to do if she was pregnant. It must have shown on my face.
“You ok Pete?” she asked.
“Yes, yes I mumbled,” then found my voice again, “that seems a good idea Cass, very err.. sensible…” I was babbling.
As I looked at her sideways on and took a snapshot in my brain, I could see she was wearing a tight, white, short crop top with no sleeves. Even in the dim light I could see quite clearly that she didn’t have a bra underneath it, as a small bump was visible where I knew her nipple would be. As usual, she had on a short skirt, but this time black and pleated, so that with the heels of her bare feet resting on the coffee table the hem was about mid-thigh. Her blond hair was cut in a fashionable ‘bobbed’ style just curled under her chin and was brushed to a shine.
She took a sip of her drink and put it back down. I could feel some tension, a bit like electrical static in the room, almost awkward. I had the feeling that although she was watching the TV, she was also watching me in her peripheral vision.
“Your hair looks nice Cass,” I said, “so shiny.”
She turned and looked at me, “Thanks, I had it cut this week, but I wondered if it was too short?”
“No, it really suits you, it looks so tactile, like silk, I don’t want to mess it up, but is it ok if I just feel it?”
“You know I like having my hair touched and stroked, it relaxes me, and I am not going anywhere else tonight except home,” she smiled.
Yes, I knew that she liked it, I also knew that as well as relaxing her, I was sure it turned her on and led down that slippery path we had already been on. Now would have been a good time to back out, but the look and smell of her almost compelled me to touch her.
I ran my fingers just under her hairline letting the silky strands flow over my fingers then round the back of her ear. I felt her give a tiny shiver and saw goose bumps erupt on the skin of her arm.
“Oh, are you cold Cass?” I asked.
“No, she said quietly, turning to look at me, “but that made me go all tingly, you must have touched somewhere sensitive,” she replied, giving a nervous giggle.
“I can see somewhere else that’s sensitive,” I said grinning, and moved my other hand to touch the tip of a nipple that was now evidently erect and sticking out under her top.
“Mmmm,” she murmured, and taking her legs off the coffee table, turned and put one hand on the back of my head and drew me to her.
Her kissing was as enthusiastic as the last time, except that this time she seemed to have more confidence and had pushed her tongue between my lips almost straight away. What she lacked in experience, she certainly made up for in enthusiasm. Sensing her need, as I joined her with my tongue, I pushed my hand up under the bottom of her short top to alternately fondle each of her small, firm breasts. Running my thumb over her nipples, they were soon as hard as I remembered them from before and pinching them gently and rotating them, elicited quiet moans into my mouth as we kissed like starved beings.
I wasn’t sure if she wanted a repeat of the last time or just a bit of light intimacy before she went home, but my cock was already hard from her ministrations to my tongue and the feel of her sexy nipples in my hand. I wasn’t sure I wanted to risk kadıköy escort it again having spent a couple of weeks worrying about any aftereffects from the time before, but we men are weak willed when excitement takes over from common sense.
She was obviously enjoying what we were doing, and I was fairly content with that, as I was nowhere near about to fuck her like before.
“Pete,” she said, pulling her face away from mine.
“What?” I replied, assuming she might have decided it was time to go home before we went any further.
“Are you feeling ‘squashed’ like last time?” she said, a little breathlessly.
I realised she was referring to when I had told her how uncomfortable it was to be sitting in tight jeans with an erection confined in them.
“It is a bit ‘uncomfortable’ but..,” I started, surprised that she had remembered.
“It’s err… ok if you want to do something about it.”
“Oh, I don’t know Cass, last time things just sort of happened and it’s not like we can be boyfriend and girlfriend so…”
“I know that Pete,” she butted in, “but you are experienced in this stuff and I am not. The last time, I didn’t really get to see much of you, although I did feel a lot,” she giggled shyly. “Could you like emm.. show me, you know, your thing, I mean cock again?”
She generally avoided using words like ‘cock’, ‘masturbate’ and ‘pussy’ she just skirted around them, a result probably of anything to do with sex not being spoken about at home. I had had to tell her last time it was ok with me.
“If you are sure,” I said standing up, slipping open the button and unzipping my jeans, letting them drop to the floor before stepping out of them. My erection tented my boxers and as I slid them down too, six inches of erect cock sprang free. She had been watching avidly and now stared straight at it.
“Ohh,” she whispered, her cheeks red with her usual blush, “I didn’t think it was that big and thick.” she paused. “Did I errr… did I really have all of that inside me, God, no wonder I was a little sore the next day. The other things I used, that I told you I have tried, have only been less than half that size,” she said, still looking at it.
I began to feel a little uncomfortable standing there in just a tee shirt, being scrutinised.
“Pete, can I just hold it and feel what its like in my hand, I never got a chance last time?”
“Ok, if you want to,” I moved closer to her, “just put your hand round it, yes like that, now gently slide it down pulling the skin with it.”
She followed my instructions and the foreskin pulled back exposing the purple head, a drop of clear liquid dribbled out of the hole at the end.
She let out a breath and moved her hand back and forth a few times causing more liquid to appear.
“It’s hard, but also soft and warm,” she said almost to herself. “It’s not how I expected it to be, it’s not at all like the objects I used. I didn’t realise the top bit was different when I pull the cover back and what’s that watery stuff, it’s not sperm is it?” she said, continuing to move her hand up and down, alternately hiding and exposing the head which she seemed fascinated with.
“No,” I said, my voice catching at the sensations she was producing, “that’s pre-cum,” I instructed her, “it’s to make the end slippery, a bit like when you get excited and feel damp, it helps it slide into you.” The thought went through my head that I wish that’s what I was doing right now, as she continued to masturbate me without really knowing that was what she was doing.
“Some girls like the taste,” I said, wondering if she would be up to trying it.
“Some friends said they have put their boyfriend cocks in their mouths, so I guess they must like it, but I’m not sure,” she replied, with a slight grimace on her face.
“Why don’t you try it Cass, you can stop if you don’t like it?”
I could see the hesitation and her trying to decide whether to or not, then slowly she moved her head forward, so close to the head that I could feel her breath on it. She pushed out her tongue and took the tiniest amount of pre-cum on it and put it back into her mouth, continuing to stroke me.
“Hmm, it’s got an unusual tang to it, its not unpleasant.” With that, she moved forwards again and licked around the head, then opening her mouth wide, put most of the head into her mouth and sucked. This was another ‘first’ for her.
“Not so hard,” I said, “it’s a bit sensitive, just gently swirl your tongue around it in your mouth and if you want to, move your head up and down on it at the same time. Oh yes Cass, just like that.” I groaned, as she got the hang of it. I really wanted to grab her head and push my cock as far down her throat as possible, but I knew she wouldn’t cope with that.
It wasn’t very deep into her mouth, but the sensations she was giving me and the sight of my cock in her mouth was more than I could have wished for. I would have liked her to carry on, but I knew she would easily make me cum soon, and apart from the fact that I didn’t think she was ready to take bostancı escort bayan a big mouthful of cum, I wanted to see if she would let me reciprocate.
I gently pulled away from her, and my cock dropped out of her mouth with a plop.
“Wasn’t I doing it right?” she asked, her big eyes looking up at me past my cock.
“It was great Cass, you were making me feel really good, but it’s your turn now.”
“My turn?” she questioned.
As I had been facing her, with her sitting on the sofa, I got down on my knees in front of her and shuffled forwards until my thighs were against the sofa and her legs were to one side of me. I lifted up her top and put my lips to the nearest breast, putting one arm around her back and sucking in the hard nipple. She sighed and leaned back, taking me with her, attached to her breast. With the other hand I stroked and teased her other nipple, noticing that because her breasts were not too big and firm, the nipples sat just on top rather than at the end of her breast. She obvious like having her breasts touched as she was making those little noises of pleasure that I had heard before.
After a while, I started to lick and nibble my way down her front, onto her stomach, I licked around her belly button and down to the waistband of her skirt which prevented me going any further. I felt for the fastening on the side, released the clasp and unzipped her skirt. I tugged tentatively at it and to my delight, she raised her bottom and allowed me to remove it.
I could now see she had on different panties to before, white, lacy and definitely not ones her mother would have approved of. As I was mostly naked, I didn’t think she would object to being the same, so I pulled at those too and this time she let me slide them down her legs. Her legs were together at this point, so that all I could see as I dropped them on the floor was a fine triangle of brownish hair disappearing between her thighs, She had opened her eyes and was looking at me.
“What are you going to do Pete?” she asked.
“Something I think you will like Cass, just scoot forward a little.”
She moved her bottom forwards, so it was near the edge of the sofa, and as she did so, I moved in front of her legs, and taking hold of her knees, slowly started to move them apart. I think she felt a bit exposed and there was a little bit of resistance from her, but gradually she allowed me to open them wide enough that I could move between them, still kneeling on the floor. Now I could see her swollen pussy lips, just open enough to see a bit of pink interior and small beads of moisture coating the inside. Putting my arms under her thighs and pulling her bottom towards me slightly, I kissed up the inside of one inner thigh and down the other, not touching any of her pussy.
“That tickles.” she said, half laughing.
I kissed back up the other leg and when I got to the top, I let my tongue flick in between her labia tasting her for the first time.
“Oh, hell Pete.” She jumped as though stung and let out a sort of squeak.
She smelt and tasted of sweet arousal, so I let my tongue trace up and down her slit. Probing here and there around her entrance, then taking each of her pussy lips in turn into my mouth and gently using my tongue on them. I used the tip of my tongue to explore just inside her entrance until it was wet with her juices and my saliva, then pushed hard to get as much tongue as possible just inside her. I could see that the cushion on the sofa had quite a wet patch, but I would worry about that later.
She kept making incoherent noises as I probed her, her breathing quite rapid. I withdrew a little and got an audible discontented sigh from Cass. I could see her clit, the hood fully back and the small pink nub poking forward. I gradually moved my mouth upwards until it was over her clit than sucked it into my mouth and teased it with my tongue gently against my teeth.
Feeling this, Cass sucked in air and her fists gripped the edge of the sofa cushions. This was something I was sure she hadn’t felt before and it was driving her wild. To increase the sensations, I brought one arm back and slowly inserted my middle finger into her vagina. It went in easily all the way and as I licked and sucked on her clit, I slowly finger fucked her too. It was like being on a bucking bronco, I was having difficulty keeping my mouth in contact, as she was writhing around so much. A second finger followed easily and as I moved them in and out, I curled them upwards trying to hit her sweet spot.
I continued the joint onslaught, licking and sucking her clit and finger fucking her to the same rhythm. She wasn’t making much sense now, just noises. I knew she was close to cumming as she was pushing her pussy onto my fingers with each thrust.
Suddenly, I felt her go over the edge.
Her torso went rigid to start with; her pussy gripped my fingers, then relaxed, and gripped them again several times. There was a lot of fluid which I tried to lap up. She lifted her hips rapidly several times, grunting and moaning with each thrust and gripping the cushion with white knuckles until I thought she was going to rip off the beading. Then, just as suddenly, she collapsed back against the sofa. Leaving my fingers totally buried inside, I looked up at her, her eyes were not really focussed on anything.
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