Rachel The Busty Babysitter

Rachel Stevens: The Busty Babysitter

Original Story by Sethp

Revision by CB_Girl_Dani

AN: This is a revised version of Sethp's excellent story (highly recommend it if you have not read it) made with his blessing. I am actually working with him on a sequel to the original version of this story as well.

Rachel Stevens was just pulling her coat on when Andrew Douglas came down the stairs. Her employer was a 38-year-old Caucasian male that stood about 5 feet 10 inches tall which made her 5 foot 4 inches feel like a dwarf sometimes. Rachel thought he was dashingly handsome, reminding her of a young Timothy Dalton. He was always clean-shaven and kept his dark hair cut... well, like Dalton. Most of Andrew's wardrobe was business attire as he was an executive at a rather large business. She didn't recall what exactly but knew from listening to Samantha Douglas that it was important and ate up a lot of his time. Andrew handed Rachel an envelope containing her payment in cash for her services as the family babysitter.

"Thank you, Mr. Douglas." Rachel said smiling in gratitude. Her pearly whites and striking blue eyes were two of her best features (Just not the best).

"You're welcome," Andrew replied. "You deserve every penny. Samantha and I are very happy with you. There is no one that we trust the kids with more than you."

"Thank you, that means a lot. I love them like they're my own. I would do anything for them and you." Rachel announced. Andrew noticed that she was starting to blush and was having a hard time meeting Andrew's gaze.

For his part, Andrew was having a hard time keeping his eyes away from Rachel's exposed cleavage. The coat she was wearing was zipped up to just under her tits. The top she was wearing had a plunging neckline that stopped at the bottom of her breasts. Did she realize what she was doing? Andrew wondered to himself. It was bad enough that Rachel's breasts appeared over-large on her small frame, jutting out from her chest like a pair of ripe melons. Why did she have to wear such revealing clothing? Andrew was glad that she wasn't meeting his gaze. He was embarrassed at his lack of self-control.

"Well, take care, have a good week at school and we will see you again Saturday," Andrew says.

A honk from the outside reminded the pair that Rachel's mother was waiting for her. "Okay... I will see you on Saturday." Rachel says quickly. "I'll be here at 6 PM," She says managing meet his eyes. "Bye, Mr. Douglas." She grabbed her purse and hurried out the door. Andrew follows behind her and watched her from the doorway as she ran from his home. Her blonde hair which was in almost a pixie cut but longer on the sides blew a bit in the night air. Andrew waved to Rachel's mother who smiled and waved to him. Once Rachel was safely in the car the pair drove off for their home.

Do all high school senior girls dress that way these days? He wondered to himself. He had to remind himself that she was eighteen now and could dress any damn way she chose. She was an adult, although just barely. Andrew stood there for several long moments until his wife called to him from upstairs.

"Coming, honey," he said. "Rachel just left so I'm turning out the lights and locking up down here," he announced.

After changing into sweat shorts Andrew slid into bed beside his wife. She had fallen asleep while he was in the bathroom brushing his teeth. As he was still awake his thoughts turned to Rachel and her attire and as he fell asleep he dreamed of his busty babysitter. The next morning Andrew woke with one of the hardest, most painful erections of his life. His wife had already left with the kids to meet with some of her friends. Andrew resigned himself to a cold shower. Not that Samantha would have done anything if she were present. Andrew took his shower but decided to relieve himself with his hand to make the day more bearable. Once he coated the shower wall Andrew finished cleaning up, grabbed his briefcase, and drove off in his car for Dunkin' Donuts to get his breakfast. Andrew pulled into the garage and arrived right on time as opposed to early like he preferred to. It was going to be a long day and it took Andrew most of it to clear his head.

The week progressed at a snail's pace, but Saturday eventually arrived at last. Andrew's wife had tickets to the opera and although Andrew couldn't think of anything he hated more, he resigned himself to his fate as it would placate the Mrs. It was bad enough that she always seemed to have a headache when there was a concert that Andrew wanted to go to, but she expected him to attend all of her highbrow social events. The doorbell rang and Andrew walked from the family room where he and the kids sat to answer it. Andrew knew who it would be as it was 10 minutes to 6 and upon opening it he was greeted by the always pleasant Rachel Stevens. Taking in her appearance quickly Andrew knew that she couldn't have worn a thinner/tighter shirt if she tried. It clung to her chest like a second skin. Her giant, gravity-defying tits were straining to burst right through it.

"H... uh... sorry, Hi Rachel." Andrew finally managed to stammer.

Rachel giggled. "Can I come in?"

"Yes, of course, you can!" he exclaimed with a bit more enthusiasm than he intended. "Sorry, Rachel. It was a long week and I'm exhausted." He stood to the side allowing her to saunter past him.

"It's okay, Mr. Douglas." She gave him a long look before turning her attention to the children who ran in from the family room to greet her warmly.

"Oh, Mr. Douglas, can you give me a ride home tonight, my mom has plans and won't be home until very late."

"Sure Rachel."

Rachel leaned partially out of the doorway and gave her mother a thumbs up indicating that I had no problem giving her a ride home. I heard two honks from the car and I waved at her mother who looked all dolled up. I wave at her and watch her speed happily away.

Andrew closed the door and went upstairs to finish getting ready. By the time he and his wife came downstairs, Rachel was busy playing with the children in the family room. He noticed that she had put on a long flowing cardigan that had three buttons buttoned that made her clothes look considerably more conservative. Andrew suspected that this was for his wife's benefit or was she just trying to mess with his head?

Samantha was already out the door as Andrew turned to give Rachel her final instructions. "We'll be back after eleven."

"Of course, Mr. Douglas," Rachel replied, giving Andrew a huge smile.

Andrew said goodbye to the kids from the Foyer and they ran over quickly and hugged him. Andrew smiled and was about to lean over and kiss the young ones when the horn from the driveway went off. "That's my cue, I will see you guys tomorrow as daddy and mommy won't be back until you're asleep."

"Ok, daddy!" The pair said in unison. "Bye!"

"Bye Mr. Douglas," Rachel says as she closes the door behind the father.

The opera was every bit as boring as Andrew imagined it would be. He tried to put his arm around his wife a couple of times as they watched, but she brushed his hand off and gave him a look that told him how inappropriate he was being. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time she smiled at him or laughed with him. He couldn't remember the last time they'd had a conversation that didn't entail her bitching at him for something. Andrew had been resigned to his fate for a while now. The marriage wasn't all bad and there had been glimmers of hope that it might get better and then of course there were the children. They had tried counseling, but his wife wouldn't do any of the actual work once they got home. She refused to talk to him about any of the issues that were raised in their sessions. She had the opinion that she was right about everything and wasn't open to the chance that she could be wrong. He found himself thinking about Rachel during the opera and cursing himself for his thoughts.

At last, the show was over. "That was an excellent performance, don't you think?" his wife asked as they made their way out to the car. "Much better than that awful rubbish you listen to."

Andrew thought it better to keep his thoughts and opinions to himself, and they drove home in silence. Why did she have to throw that little barb at him? As they pulled into the driveway, he reminded Samantha that he had to give Rachel a ride home and to send her out. Samantha snorted and then told him that he better not forget to pay her and not to wake her up when he got back. She grabbed her coat and went into the house. She was only gone for a moment when Rachel appeared closing the door behind her. She must have been waiting very near the door to be out so quickly. As soon as she was out of the house Rachel opted to take off her Cardigan and make her way to Samantha's Audi A5. Normally only she was allowed to drive it but as the socialite couldn't drive in her six-inch heels, nor did she want to risk wrinkling her new dress I was allowed to chauffeur her for the evening. She had actually expected me to switch cars but that was never going to happen. As Rachel approached his sports car he could tell she wasn't wearing a bra from her pronounced nipples.

"How were the kids?" Andrew inquires as Rachel slides into the passenger seat. As he does this Andrew reaches into his coat pulls out the envelope with Rachel's payment for the evening. He hands her the envelope which she takes and thanks to him for.

"They were perfect angels, just like always," Rachel announced as she pulls the seatbelt across her massive chest. She actually hooks it under her left tit to push it up some more.

"No problems?"

"Of course not, Mr. Douglas," she said. "They love me and you know that I love them. Not once since I started sitting for them have they ever not listened to me."

Andrew thought that was an odd response. "Well... you know we both adore you and thank you for watching them. Samantha was exhausted or she would have told you herself."

"Oh, there's no need to apologize for her, Mr. Douglas," Rachel answered.

That was another strange response. Andrew was tired, though, and didn't let his mind linger on it. "Are you ready?"

"Oh, yes. I'm ready to go." Rachel grinned at him.

Andrew tried not to stare. Was she thrusting her chest out further on purpose? Her flat stomach was showing between the bottom of her untucked shirt and her tight pants. Andrew wondered if there was enough material on her shirt for her to be able to tuck her shirts in. Clearing his head, Andrew started the long drive to Rachel's house. She had been their babysitter for the past four years and that first year, Samantha and Andrew took turns driving her home. Shortly after that Samantha decided driving the sitter home was beneath her station, even more so when she got this car. Rachel's mother started planning her evenings around dropping off and picking up her daughter as she got older. It had been a while since Andrew had driven her home and due to his exhausted state, he was having trouble finding something to say.

Rachel saved him the trouble. "How was the opera, Mr. Douglas?"

Andrew could feel her gaze on him. "It was fine, I suppose." he lied. Andrew sensed that she knew he wasn't being honest so he said, "Honestly, Samantha enjoyed it far more than I did."

"I bet," Rachel replied. "I'm sure you would have been much happier at a rock concert, or even the Trans-Siberian Orchestra."

Her response surprised Andrew. "How did you know that?"

Rachel smiled at his surprised response. "I've been in your house long enough to know your taste in music. Of all the CD and records you have, I can't say that I've seen any opera in your selection at all."

Andrew mumbles something incoherent.

Sensing something was still bothering him, Rachel decided to pry, "Is everything ok Mr. Douglas? You always seem to get a bit nervous around me as of late."

There, she had said it. Rachel had come out with one of those cold hard truths that most people don't talk about openly. "Don't say that. I... I don't," Andrew fumbled over his words. Who was the adult here?

"I'm observant, and you're turning all red by the way," she replied.

Andrew knew that he was turning red. He could feel it as it happened. This conversation was making it hard to concentrate on driving the gravel country road to Rachel's house. A flash of movement to one side caught his eye and he realized he should have been paying more attention to the road. A deer darted out from the trees and in front of Samantha's car. He barely had time to break and steer to avoid it. He managed to miss the deer but slid his car onto a spot that was all gravel. The moment the front tire hit the gravel the car lost its traction. Rachel screamed when the car spun out. Andrew heard her cries but was focused on regaining control of the car. He only had two thoughts on his mind... stabilize the car, keep Rachel safe.

Rachel's heart felt like it had stopped and her skin was pale as the car spun. Her right hand was clutching the door while her right was holding Andrew's seat. The care spun out three times before Andrew managed to regain control. As soon as he had he hit the breaks and brought the car to a screeching halt. Andrew's heart was racing. Once they were stopped Rachel unfastened her seatbelt and was hugging Andrew. Andrew releases his seatbelt and Rachel allows it to retract. The two hug realizing they would probably be dead if they hit a tree while they spun out at the speed they were traveling at. Adrenaline was coursing through both occupants of the car. Rachel started to shiver as her adrenal levels started to return to normal.

Andrew pulls her into his arms and rubs her back and shoulders. Rachel snuggles into his warm embrace as she calms down. Andrew accidentally brushed the underside of one of her enormous boobs.

"Oh, my God!" she exclaimed, breathing hard and looking over at Andrew.

"Are you okay?" he asked, staring into her big blue eyes.

"Yes," Rachel mouthed, without making a sound, staring back so hard at Andrew that it almost hurt him to turn away.

Andrew's eyes drifted down to Rachel's heaving chest as she fought to control her breathing. It was mesmerizing. "We're okay," Andrew said, lifting his gaze back to her eyes. He squeezed her hand a little too hard. "We're okay," he said again trying to treasure her that they were ok and safe.

Rachel nodded, words escaping her at the moment. Her soft little hand felt so warm and her skin felt electric against his. Andrew released Rachel's hands and tried to calm himself down.

"Let's see if I can get us off the gravel and you home safely." He looked away from her, placing all of his concentration on restarting the car and getting back on the road. Andrew was certain that if he had kept gazing into Rachel's eyes and squeezing her hands, he would have leaned over and kissed her, maybe even more. Andrew started the car and slowly got them back on the road, resuming the trip. Despite their high-speed spin out, Andrew was driving at an insanely fast speed.

"Please, slow down," Rachel requested timidly, not looking at him this time.

"Right... sorry. I... I'm just a bit wired still from the spin-out." Andrew states. His body was coursing with adrenalin, as much from Rachel as from the near accident. Andrew took a deep breath, forcing himself to slow down. He sets the cruise control at a modest 35 miles per hour and gets Rachel home in one piece. Andrew turns off the car and sighs. He has accomplished both his goals and smiles at the beautiful blonde beside him. Rachel says nothing, not that he is surprised. She unfastens her seat belt and got out of the car. She took only two steps before she turns about and came around to the driver's side, motioning for Andrew to lower the window. Andrew lowers the glass as she requests. Rachel tilted her head forward placing her lips by his cheek.

"Thank you for getting me home safely Mr. Douglas," she said.

"I'm sorry about our little mishap," Andrew replied.

"It's not your fault. Your level head kept us alive." Rachel states. She leans in close and pressed them against his cheek. Rachel's kiss lingers on his cheek for a good minute before she finally steps back. "Drive safely." Rachel smiled at him and then turned and ran to her house. Andrew waits until she has the door open, waves, and then closes the door and flashes the lights three times. This is a signal the pair came up with to assure Mr. Douglas that she was safe inside and he was good to head home.

It was a long drive home, especially with a raging hard-on. Andrew's house was cold (emotionally) and dark when he got home. "Just like my fucking life and marriage," Andrew muttered under his breath, as he locked up and went upstairs to bed. The rest of the weekend was non-descript and Monday came just a little too fast. The week was a long exercise in de-motivation. Andrew felt like his whole life was turning into Groundhog Day (the boring repetitive parts) and the only thing he could think about was his barely-legal babysitter. For God's sake, she was still in high school! Andrew chastised himself in his head.

Life used to be so much better and he never used to have deviant thoughts about young girls. As the weekend approached, Andrew decided that the problem was him. His whole attitude about life, his career, and his marriage was the problem. He decided that thinking about his babysitter was a direct result of his negativity. She was exciting and different. That was all. He would change and with his mental change he could change his life and his marriage and his job and everything else for the better. There had to be a way to break through to Samantha. She wasn't a bitch when he married her. They use to have amazing chemistry and went out and had good times together. At some point in time, things changed and it wasn't because they had kids. Their problems started before Samantha got pregnant.

Andrew knew that he had to figure it out and come up with a plan. He wasn't ready to give up on his marriage yet. He made up his mind to make a concerted effort to connect with his wife again. Maybe she was cold because he was cold. If he tried hard enough and long enough she would come around again. He bought a dozen roses after work on Friday and made reservations for one of her favorite restaurants for Saturday night.

When Andrew arrived home he left the car outside the garage as he wanted to walk up to the door with a good attitude and show Samantha that he was ready to make things better. That plan however went sideways almost immediately when he opened the front door and there, standing ten feet in front of him, was Samantha. His wife had a cross look on her face and she was standing in the foyer with two heavy bags and her hands on her hips.

"It's about time you got home." She said glaring at him.

"I... uh... are you going somewhere?" Andrew asks in a perplexed tone. Not sure what is going on he handed his wife the roses as he awaits a response.

"How nice, but they'll be dead before I get home. You've got a black thumb," she said distractedly, throwing them down on the table in the foyer.

"What do you mean? Where are you going?"

"You don't remember..."

Andrew stands there trying to recall where she might be going that she needs luggage. "It's been a long day honey, can you help me out here?"

"I'm going to my sister's for a few days."

"Your sisters? But she's out of state. You know I have to work tomorrow?"

"Yes. I know you have to work. Some of us keep calendars." Samantha reminds her husband.

"What... why?"

"She just had surgery this morning."

"I knew that," Andrew replied. He was lying but he didn't want to let her know that. Andrew had forgotten all about it. "Is she okay? I didn't think you were going down there though."