Some of my friends tease me about baby-sitting.
"You're eighteen now, Emily." they all say, ".You shouldn't be baby-sitting anymore."
But, the way I look at it; I'm saving money that I know I'm going to need once college starts. Besides, it's become routine - every Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday afternoon at the Cunningham's. Occasionally Mrs. Cunningham has me come by on a Saturday and pays me extra. I make twenty dollars, or more, every visit.
I knocked on the door. As always, Mrs. Cunningham was happy to see me,
"Come on in Emily," she said, "...Everything is ready - the baby is asleep."
The baby was always asleep, it seemed like he was on sleeping pills or something.
"Go ahead Mrs. C., I know where everything is," I told her.
Gloria Cunningham is a stunning woman; at five foot-seven with long auburn hair, she always seemed perfect to me - a natural beauty. She dressed well - not real fancy or gaudy, but well groomed. She always smelled great too, she wore some kind of herbal perfume and every time I smelled it, a strange sensation ran through me.
"I know, honey, I know. okay, I'm on my way."
She reached over and kissed me on the cheek; I could smell her perfume.
Mrs. C. pulled away, then stopped and looked into my eyes - I stared back. Suddenly, she kissed me square on the lips. It wasn't a long kiss, it was more of a peck really, but it left me paralysed for a few seconds. Then she gathered her stuff and was out the door.
As soon as she left I went into her bedroom. I always went to her bedroom because she had one of those adjustable beds and I could sit back and watch TV in absolute comfort.
The bed wasn't made, so I took it upon myself to make it. As I was doing so, I noticed something protruding from between the mattress and box spring; it looked like some kind of a knob. I reached and pulled it out - it was a fairly large vibrator!
I sensed that Mrs. C. was lonely; since her husband was always away at work and she was usually busy herself, so it made sense that she would masturbate in order to take care of that 'missing element'.
The vibrator was long and slender, the tip was a little bit curved, and the base was ribbed. I'd never seen one; except for pictures in those Laura Ashley catalogues. The ads always said it was a massager, but anyone could tell by its shape that it was meant for pussy stimulation.
I never actually held one, so I was curious. I stared at it for a moment and then sniffed it. I don't know why I sniffed it, but when I did I smelled the funk that I knew came from Mrs. C's pussy and it really turned me on.
As I sniffed, I had a vision of Mrs. C. kissing me. I opened my eyes, shrugged, and returned the toy back under the mattress, then continued to make the bed.
As I tucked the sheets in under the mattress I felt other objects and I began pulling them all out; there was an arsenal of dildos and vibrators - five of them, all together.
One was fleshed coloured and had bumps all over it - I twisted its' base and it began to vibrate, soft and slow, and as I turned the knob it vibrated harder and faster. I began to imagine what it would feel like inside my pussy.
One vibrator really amazed me - actually, it wasn't a vibrator at all, but a very large rubber dildo shaped like a big black cock. There was another one that was smaller and coloured red; and there was a butt plug!
"Wow! Mrs. C. must really be lonely," I said to myself.
I smelled the big black one, taking long deep breaths with my eyes closed, imagining Mrs. C. working the big black cock in and out of her pussy.
The thought enraptured me and I started touching myself underneath my skirt and panties. The more I sniffed the harder I rubbed, and the more aroused I became. I started to lick the rubber cock. My body heat was rising and my fingers worked their way into my pussy.
I sucked the black cock, and imagined I was sucking a real black cock.
When I opened my eyes and saw my reflection in the mirror - the dildo in my mouth and my fingers inside my spread pussy, I came.
Afterwards, I cleaned up, made the bed, and put everything away.
I must have seemed a little uneasy when Mrs. Cunningham came home, because she kept asking me if everything was all right.
"Of course," I assured her.
"Wait here and I'll get some cash out of the bedroom," she said.
I was nervous when she went into the bedroom; I was afraid she would somehow discover what I had done earlier. My anxiety was peaking when, finally, she came out and handed me some cash.
"Same time tomorrow?" she asked.
"Sure," I said as I turned to leave.
Before I reached the door Mrs. C grabbed my arm; I turned, a bit startled.
"I just want to give you a hug, honey," she said as she embraced me.
As she held me, my uneasiness seemed to disappear.
I don't know how long she hugged me, but she held me so tight I could feel her breasts on mine, and feel the heat from her thighs pressing against my legs. I couldn't help imagining her naked, with the big black dildo inside her pussy; I felt so horny and my pussy was getting real wet.
I came back the next day; Mrs. C was in a hurry.
"There's food in the fridge, help yourself", she said as she rushed out the door.
"By!"