When I was eighteen and just about to start college, disaster struck. My father became gravely ill and was unable to work. As a result, our family quickly fell into financial hardship. My mother did all she could to keep things afloat and put on a brave face, but the bills were piling up fast and it was obvious that our family boat was sinking.
My world changed overnight. Before then I never worried about money. I led a very sheltered life.
I contemplated dropping out of school and getting a full-time job to help my family, but my father was strongly against this. My father wanted me to have an education so that I would never have to rely on a man for support. Wise words back then.
Church people and neighbours, bless their souls, began to help out in any way they could. The church took up a collection; people dropped off groceries, etcetera.
Another way people helped was that they began asking for me to babysit. Of course, I was eager to do my part, so I began babysitting whenever I had the opportunity. Because I was older and they knew my father was out of work, they paid me very well.
One evening, I was asked to babysit for a young couple. I knew the husband, Jeff, from when I went to church years ago. He was much older, so I never really knew him, only of him. I did recall that he was cute, and all the church girls made a fuss over him.
I readily accepted the assignment as I was eager to do whatever I could to help out my family. I was also curious to see what Jeff looked like now after all these years. At the time, I was eighteen and Jeff would have been about thirty.
That evening, Jeff came to the house to pick me up. During the drive back to his apartment, I couldn't help but notice him looking me over. He said he remembered me when I was a child and that I had matured into a lovely-looking young lady. Back then, I never wore a bra, and it was obvious from the looks Jeff was giving me that he had noticed.
I found it flattering that an older guy would look at me that way. We made small talk for the entire drive. He seemed very nice, and he was still as good-looking as I remembered.
We parked out front and took the elevator up to his floor. He was silent in the elevator, but I could feel his eyes undress me. I began to feel a bit uncomfortable, but then again, maybe it was just my imagination.
When we arrived at his apartment, Jeff introduced me to his wife, Cindy, and their two kids. Cindy was very attractive and quite lovely; they made a stunning couple. I guess it was just wishful thinking that he was looking me over. I had nothing on Cindy.
The evening went well, and upon their return, Cindy instructed Jeff to drive me home. As soon as I got into the car with Jeff, his demeanour changed. He began asking me personal questions, maybe even inappropriate questions.
He wanted to know if I had a boyfriend and how long I had been dating him. He started making sexually suggestive comments. The entire time he was driving, he kept glancing over at my breasts. My nipples were now getting hard and swollen from his suggestive overtones and looks. I was feeling somewhat aroused but also uncomfortable with the conversation. I remained sweet and polite; after all, he did know my father.
Then he asked, "I hope you are on birth control."
I'm not sure why I responded, but I did. "Yes, I am."
I guess I was proud to confirm his suspicions that I was indeed sexually active. At that age, I was rebellious when it came to the church, so maybe that had something to do with it. Or was it because he was good-looking and I wanted him to know I was sexually available?
As he was interrogating me during the drive, I began to have naughty thoughts. For any number of reasons, I knew he wouldn't make a move on me. Besides being married to a beautiful woman, he was a good Christian, heavily involved in the church, and on top of that, he was friendly with my father. So I played along with his sexually charged overtones just to tease him, to lead him on, and to show him I wasn't intimidated by him.
The next thing I knew, he made a hard right turn into the back of a shopping plaza. It was late, vacant, and it was dark. I thought maybe he was taking a short cut, but instead he pulled into a dark, secluded area and turned off the engine.
I knew something was about to happen, but I didn't say a word. My mind was racing trying to evaluate the situation. He can't really be interested in me when he's married to gorgeous-looking Cindy? Or is he? Maybe he just wants to talk. Maybe I shouldn't have flirted with him.
He immediately slid across the seat closer to me. We locked eyes, and without saying a word, he reached out and slowly slid my top strap off of one shoulder.
I was surprised at this turn in events, so I quietly maintained our gaze. My lack of protest prompted him to slide the other shoulder strap down also. My breasts were still covered by my fallen top, so I remained silent. In anticipation of what was to come next, my eyes fell as I shyly caught a glimpse of his swollen crotch. He noticed my interest as I nervously licked and bit my lips, waiting for his next move.
With his index finger, he ever so slowly hooked the front of my top and slowly pulled down on it. I dropped my head down and watched him as one breast pop out of my top and then the other. He had been fixated on my breasts since the moment he saw me, and now he finally got to see them. He just sat back and stared at my exposed breasts. I continued to sit there perfectly still and in silence as I felt my swollen nipples harden even more as the cool air swept over them.
Was this all he wanted? Did he just want to see my breasts? I honestly thought this was as far as he was going to go.
He probably only stared at them for a minute or so, but it felt much longer to sit there exposed like that.
He reached across with one hand and gently cupped and felt first one breast and then the other. He finally broke the silence to comment on how beautiful they were.
Then he leaned in and began kissing, grabbing, and sucking my breasts. My nipples were rock hard and swollen as he nibbled and tugged on them. I sat there in silence, my heart racing and my breathing becoming heavy. I felt my juices beginning to flow. I was heating up, as was Jeff.
I put a hand on the back of his head and ran my fingers through his hair as he devoured my breasts.
