Writer's note: I know from some past feedback that I've received that including the smoking of cigarettes in a story isn't to everyone's liking.
Be forewarned: There IS smoking in this story and it is a plot-point.
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My father left my mother when she was pregnant with me. Needless to say, Mom had it tough starting out, but as I got older, she got things together and eventually got her real estate license. As it happened, her most recent sale was to a couple who were just moving to town. She told me they were a wonderful couple in their thirties with a four year old. I'd just turned eighteen, so Mom volunteered my services as a baby-sitter. I didn't mind the idea of picking up a few extra bucks, so I happily agreed to do it. Little did I know how much that decision would change my life.
The Taylors called and asked if I could baby-sit for them on the upcoming Saturday. My mother told me she'd drive me over to their place, and Mr. Taylor would drive me home. That caused me to let out a frustrated sigh. I had my driver's license, but still got ferried around like I was a pre-teen. Still, I knew my mother didn't want her eighteen year old daughter walking the sixteen blocks alone, so I accepted it. I just hoped their kid wasn't a brat.
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After meeting the Taylors, and Mr. Taylor in particular, I decided it wouldn't matter if their kid was the anti-christ. I was still going to love this job.
GOD! He was gorgeous. He had to be 6'2" with short, but curly, brown hair and sexy blue eyes. Not to mention he had a smile to die for!
His wife was no slouch herself. She was about 5'7" with long black hair, and even deeper blue eyes of her own. She had a killer figure that was shown off by the slink little black dress she was wearing for their night out.
As for myself, I was an inch or two shorter than Mrs. Taylor. Our tits were roughly the same size, strong B-cup or so, and while I had blond hair, I also had an ass to die for! Nicely rounded and curvy so that it filled out my jeans quite well.
After I entered their home, the Adonis that was Mr. Taylor excused himself for a moment, so Mrs. Taylor offered me a seat on the sofa. So I followed her over and she sat down on the other end. She smiled at me then. daintily leaned forward and lit herself a cigarette.
I couldn't help but smile at her as she eased back onto the sofa. She looked so cool and elegant with that cigarette between her fingers.
"So Jenny," Mrs. Taylor said with a smile after exhaling softly. "We really appreciate this. Since we're new to town and all," she smiled at me and I felt myself getting mesmerized by her deep blue eyes. "It was so wonderful of your mother to recommend you to us."
"Not at, Mrs. Taylor," I smiled and shrugged as if it was no big deal, which it wasn't.
"Call me Bev," she winked at me as she took a slow drag of her cigarette and seductively exhaled the smoke through her red lips. "I just hope we're not infringing on any plans you have?"
"Oh no," I softly chuckled and averted my gaze. "I don't have much of a social life," I sighed.
"Really?" she seemed genuinely surprised. "A pretty thing like you? I would expect you'd be beating the boys off with a stick."
I was about to reply when Mr. Taylor reappeared. "Oh hell, Bev," he groaned. "I can't believe you're doing that now!"
I instantly knew what was up. I'd seen enough of my friends' parents get into arguments about smoking. And I guess Mr. Taylor was willing to let his wife smoke, but he probably preferred she didn't do it in the house, especially with their son upstairs.
How wrong I was.
"Oh Scott," she chuckled. "Is it so bad?"
"You know how hot it gets me," he purred as he approached her from behind the sofa and smelled her hair.
"Um, Scott?" Mrs. Taylor gestured in my direction.
"Sorry, Jenny," he chuckled as he kissed his wife's head.
"No need to apologize," I replied with a warm smile. "It's nice to see a married couple who actually get along instead of just tolerating each other."
In truth, I was SO entranced my Mr. Taylor's rugged good looks; they could have done anything in front of me and I wouldn't have cared.
They both laughed at my comment. Then Mrs. Taylor butted out her cigarette and beckoned me upstairs. "Come on," she said with a smile. "Let's introduce you to little Joey."
I followed her up the staircase and noticed how her taut ass swiveled back and forth as she ascended the stairs. I couldn't help but glance over my shoulder and saw Mr. Taylor watch her as she swayed her hips. It was cool to me that there was still some passion between these two married folks.
Wait a second! I glanced back up the stairs. Mrs. Taylor was already down the hallway and out of view! I took a quick glance back and Mr. Taylor was still looking up with a smile! Was he watching me?
I swear I felt my pussy start to tingle as I followed Mrs. Taylor down the hall.
Mrs. Taylor then introduced me to their four year old son. He was a cute kid - obviously given the genes he got from both his parents! He had a nice enough demeanor. I pleasantly greeted him and told him if he needed anything during the night while his folks were out; he should let me know. That's what I was there for.
After Mrs. Taylor tucked him in, we exited his room. I was told that their cell numbers were both by the phone in the kitchen. She also told me I was free to help myself to anything in the fridge, and she even offered me some money up front if I wanted to order a pizza.
I assured Mrs. Taylor all was well as we walked back down stairs and rejoined the Adonis that was Mr. Taylor. GOD! His eyes and his smile were making me feel warm and flushed!
A few minutes later they were headed out the door. I saw Mrs. Taylor light herself another cigarette and heard Mr. Taylor groan with delight from behind her as he closed the front door.
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I wish I could say that my first night of baby-sitting for the Taylors was uneventful, but that would be a stretch.
As far as the baby-sitting itself went, that was all fine and good. Yes, little Joey did wake up at one point. But all it took was a glass of water and a few minutes by his bedside and he was out like a light again in short order.
What wasn't uneventful was how I spent my time after dealing with Joey. Initially I sat back and tuned on a college football game. I was still a year away from going to college but I figured I should at least bone up on things like this before I went.
But it was SO hard to concentrate. I kept glancing around the living room and saw pictures of the Taylors all around. And in each one was Mr. Taylor's gorgeous smile, sexy eyes and wavy hair.
I glanced down at my t-shirt and jeans combo. I had nothing on Mrs. Taylor's sexy outfit. Hell even in the pictures, she looked like she'd just come back from a beauty salon.
Young girl's fantasies. That's what it was. At least that's what I tried to convince myself. With a wife that hot, there was no way Mr. Taylor would ever be interested in an eighteen year old like me.
Or was there?
I turned off the TV and glanced around. I had baby-sat before for other people, so I knew very well: Snooping was verboten! I just couldn't help myself!
I started in the kitchen and was fortunate to locate what I was looking for in a drawer: an open pack of cigarettes and a lighter. I smiled and walked around the living room with them glancing at all the pictures. I found one of just Mr. Taylor that I particularly liked. I eased it off the wall. Then I made my way to the ground floor washroom.
