Claire and Michael Carmichael had arranged for Marie to do an all-night baby-sitting job for them. They were going to a party and wouldn't be home until very late and decided it would be easier for Marie to sleep over rather than having to wake up in the small hours and drive home.
Marie had no objection. She'd pulled overnight sittings several times since she turned eighteen, though she was careful about which families she stayed with. The Carmichael children were generally well behaved and she never had too much trouble with them. They weren't perfect, but they weren't going to reduce her to a runaway screaming mood.
The Carmichael themselves were OK. Not what she'd call best friends or ever likely to be, but OK for all of that. Claire was a scatty brained blonde with a nice figure and a generally even temper, though I had known her to get angry pretty fast. Michael was darkly handsome, smarter than Claire, but not much. Marie had found in the past that it paid to keep one eye on Michael as he was a little free with his hands, always accidental, of course, but he had to be watched.
Marie had turned up, seen the Carmichaels off, and taken care of the children. They went to bed at roughly the right time, which she saw as a plus, and she settled down to watch some movies, eventually going to bed in the spare room quite late.
She wasn't sure what awakened her but something certainly had. Lying in bed, listening, she heard a noise from the front of the house. Was that the Carmichaels returning or one of the kids loose in the house? Or, god forbid, a burglar. She wasn't sure what made her think of that but once she did she couldn't get the thought out of her mind.
Marie got out of bed quietly. The light in the front room was on, which seemed to preclude a burglar, but Marie still decided to investigate quietly. If it was the Carmichaels she'd just quietly go back to bed. If it was one of the kids she'd go all stern baby-sitter on them, chasing them back to bed. If a burglar, oh help, she didn't know what she'd do.
Sneaking a peek around the door Marie first felt a sense of relief. It was the Carmichaels and she could safely go back to bed. Then she felt a sense of embarrassment, for the moment frozen in shock. Claire was standing there absolutely naked. Marie idly noted that she really had quite a magnificent bosom, certainly somewhat more than Marie's C cup.
Claire wasn't the reason for Marie's embarrassment, though. She'd seen naked women before. Who cared? She was one. No the reason for the embarrassment was the fact that Michael was also naked and on display. Well and truly on display. Marie was neither a prude nor a virgin but sometimes some things are just a bit too much. Michael was sporting an erection.
Being a non-virgin Marie had seen an erection before. However, she was prepared to swear that she'd never seen one quite that large, both in length and girth. It was, she was willing to concede, quite magnificent, but she was also relieved that her boyfriend wasn't equipped like that.
Red of face, Marie was about to sneak back to bed when things changed. Clair dropped to the carpet and laid her head on her folded arms. Positioned like this Marie found she was looking right up Claire's rear, with everything on display. Then Michael was dropping to his knees behind Claire, erection seeming to reach for her.
Marie's eyes opened wider. My god, he was going to fuck her right then and there. She knew she should beat a hasty retreat, but. . . The fact was that she'd never actually seen someone else having sex. She might have seen a bit of porn on the 'net but that was so artificial. She had never seen someone up close and in the flesh doing it. She stayed where she was, half shocked, half curious.
She could see Michael's cock pressing against Claire, hear Claire encouraging him. He was stroking her mound with his cock, dragging the head of it back and forth along her lips, while Claire complained, telling him to do it, damn you, do it.
Claire was obviously hot and ready. Marie knew just how she must feel, her own groin burning with a sudden need. She idly rubbed herself, waiting for Michael to do something. She almost gasped when Michael suddenly thrust forward, his cock sinking into Claire. Marie lost sight of it as he sank in fully with that first stroke, hearing Claire give a small cry of pleasure.
Michael's arms were wrapped around Claire, clutching at her breasts. As Marie watched his hips started moving, pulling out and then thrusting back in, his groin slapping against Claire with a wet meaty sound. Every time he pulled out Marie could see his cock, glistening with moisture from Claire. It would pause for a moment and then go charging back, drawing another gasping noise from Claire.
Marie licked lips that were unaccountably dry. Michael's performance was, from her point of view, impressive. It was obvious from the sounds that Claire was making and the eager way her bottom was bouncing that she had no complaints. It also seemed to Marie that Michael was going on for an excessive amount of time. How come, she wondered, he hadn't shot his load ages ago? Oh my, she was feeling all hot and bothered, and she damn well knew why. Just watching Michael go at it was making her horny.
Despite herself, Marie lingered, watching, knowing she shouldn't. She was just plain fascinated by the action taking place before her. Claire was starting to mutter and moan almost continuously and Michael seemed to be going faster than ever. Oh god, he was finishing, just about there. Fromm the way he was now jerking he was finished and if he looked around and caught her watching she'd just die. Either that or he'd kill her first. Slowly and silently Marie backed away, finally turning and hurrying to her bedroom, closing the door very quietly. She was hot and restless and it took her a while to get to sleep.
It was light when Marie awoke. Memory from the night surfaced and she blushed. Bad enough to have stumbled upon them but to have stayed and watched? She was embarrassed by her own behaviour. Sleep in or get up, she wondered, then sighed. She was awake so at the very least she might as well check on the children. If they were still asleep she'd go back to bed herself for a while.
She ambled down to the children's room and looked in. Both the kids were dead to the world. Long may you stay that way she thought, backing quietly out and closing the door. She turned around and gave a startled squeak to find Michael standing next to her.
"Great minds think alike," he said with a smile. "I was just going to peep in before going back to bed."
Marie felt her face burning, remembering what he looked like the last time she'd seen him. She could almost feel her nipples puckering and tried to force them to behave. Thank goodness she had on some decent pyjamas. She'd nearly packed some shortie PJs and wouldn't they have been a mistake,
"Yes, well they're both dead to the world," she assured Michael, moving to the side to pass him and go back to her room.
"That's good. Ah, before you go back to bed could you just have a look at this for me?" He indicated the front room as he spoke.
Puzzled, Marie trotted along beside him, finding she had to almost run to keep up with his long stride. Entering the front room he crossed to the far side and stopped there.
"Do you know what this is?" he asked.
"Ah, an antique mirror?" she replied, still puzzled but sure that that was what it was.
"Uh-huh. Have a look at it from over here." He moved to the middle of the room."
"Do you see it now?" he asked casually.
It still looked like a mirror to Marie and she said so.
"Quite right. It is," Michael informed her, turning towards her and smiling. "Look into it and tell me what you see."
Next moment Marie gave a gasp of embarrassment and shock, for two reasons. The first reason, and the cause of the embarrassment, was the fact that the mirror clearly reflected the doorway and part of the hall. Namely, that part of the hall where she'd been standing the night before. And as Michael had been at this spot when he'd been with Claire then if he'd looked past her. . . Oh, help, Marie thought.
Help was not forthcoming, Marie knew, and this was the reason for her shock. While she was distracted Michael had tugged her pyjama pants down and her top was not long enough to cover her bottom or other parts.
"I'm sorry," she gasped quickly, followed up by an even quicker, "Don't do that," as she tried to grab for her pyjamas.
"I'm not," came the answer. "It let me give you a preview of what you're getting. And it's a bit late to tell me not to do that once I've already done it."
"I don't care what you say. I'm not having sex with you and please take your hands out of there."
Michael, on rising from lowering her pants, had slipped his hands under her top to come up and cover her breasts. He was already feeling her nipples with his thumbs and she just knew that he'd found them already erect.
"Where sex is concerned I think you'll find that you're about to drop to the floor in that same position you admired when Claire did it. Then we'll let nature take its course."
"No way. I absolutely refuse."
