As my marriage began its long spiral descent into the inferno of divorce, other areas of my life were just buoyant enough to keep me from running screaming into the night. After moving into a dismal apartment surrounded by dozens of other dismal apartments, I got a new job for more money and a sometimes girlfriend as well. I still had responsibility for my kids, even more so now that our time together had become minimal. So it was with some reluctance that ever hired a sitter for them, except for events I just couldn't get out of. Such was the company Christmas party I attended one particular Friday evening. I got one of their old sitters, a girl we had hired several times before but I hadn't seen her in quite a while.
Imagine then, my total surprise when this goddess stepped out of her parent's house and into my car. She wore a pink silky camisole with narrow shoulder straps, her taut nipples clearly outlined through the flimsy fabric. Her bare midriff was smooth and tight as her hips disappeared into a tiny skirt and emerged again as a pair of impossibly long legs. These tanned limbs terminated in a pair of white socks and a ratty set of tennis shoes without laces. A small backpack accompanied her into the front seat. As she reached to pull the door closed, her skirt rose up her hip to beyond where I expected to see a panty line, but I saw none. I tried to swallow but my mouth had gone dry.
I looked away. I had to. With the door closed, I told her to put her seat belt on and headed out of the old neighborhood and toward the highway. The kids in the back were glad to see her and chatted with her animatedly on the drive across town. Occasionally, I tried to get a glimpse of those legs again and was rewarded with a few good views. There seemed to be no end to those slim creamy thighs and I still didn't see any panties. I had to be circumspect too, not wanting to do anything unacceptable in front of the kids. She seemed to be unaware that I was looking or maybe chose to ignore it yet managed to give me some really nice peeks. When we finally arrived, she had been kneeling in the front seat, facing the back, and putting her tight butt right at eye level. It was almost more than I could stand. Then, when she sat down to get out, her legs swung apart and froze for a brief moment; her tiny skirt pushed up around her waist. I could see for the first time she wore no panties at all. She held the pose for a fraction of a second; just long enough to make sure it was engraved into my mind forever. Her eyes widened a bit with mine and she blushed furiously. I did too.
We both departed the car with kids in tow and resumed the posture of denial. A few last minute instructions and hugs for the kids just inside the door and I was ready to leave. She stepped up in front of me at the last second and made motions of straightening my tie. Her eyes twinkled as she bid me a good evening. I muttered a goodnight around the lump in my throat and hurried out.
The dinner was largely uneventful. A speech by the CEO in which the hard working staff who were largely responsible for his continued success were ignored except where the best and smartest were singled out for punishment and the grateful recognition of those who did the least. All the time, I couldn't help thinking I'd rather be somewhere else. Once during the droning, I allowed myself a brief fantasy of hot sex with a teenage babysitter, but it gave me chills of fear and I shuddered it off. Eventually, it reached a merciful end and I made the minimum rounds of glad-handing and left.
Even after shutting off the car in the driveway, I sat in the silence for a few minutes just to collect my thoughts. I eased into the house, trying to be quiet in case everyone was asleep.
The light from the TV lit the living room like a welder's arc, illuminating the small frame lying on the couch. I tiptoed to her, and sure enough, her eyes were closed, her head resting on a throw pillow. Her top was draped such that the bottom curve of her left breast was exposed and that skirt had climbed up to her waist again too. The overall effect on me was one of total devastation. She was pretty enough, yes, but her previously immature body had bloomed into this vision of a sex goddess and all that skin positively shown in the dimness. Without thinking, I reached out to place a hand on her hip. When she showed no sign, I eased it up to cup her smooth bare butt. Still no sign. I slid it further up, to her waist then under that silk top to cup a small perfect breast. A full heartbeat later, she opened her eyes and I jumped back maybe a yard or so. She made no sign that I'd touched her, instead, she smiled and asked if she could call her mom. I led her to the phone at my desk and busied myself with make work while trying not to listen. I heard her tell her mother that I was home and the kids were ok, then she asked if she could spend the night because it was so late and such a long trip. I felt like screaming, "NO. NO. NOT POSSIBLE!" but instead found myself speaking to the mother in question. Yes her staying over was fine. Yes, my kids were glad to see her again. Yes, the divorce was proceeding apace. And on and on as she reminded me what single moms can be like sometimes.
Reluctantly, and working hard at trying not to look at her, I made the couch up for her to sleep and retired to my bedroom. Quickly, I stripped off and stepped into the shower in the master bath. The hot water and soap infusing me with some relaxation in spite of the throbbing erection I'd been struggling to hide. I didn't even hear her come in until the shower door opened. She stood there naked and smiling, and I just stood there. My soapy hand still wrapped around myself; I was stunned beyond speech. All that came out was, "We can't do this. You can't do this. Honey, they'll hang me if I so much as touch you."
"Nonsense," she said, closing the shower door behind her. "You've already touched me, and besides, I'm old enough now. I've been eighteen for a couple of weeks now. And it's been a lot longer since I was a virgin." I tried to do the math, but instead I felt myself letting her kiss me, those luscious lips pressing mine, a flick of a tongue tip slipping between them, her long lithe arms enclosing my neck and shoulders. I melted into a large pink pool with one point of passion still rising above the surface. Her hard little body warmed me to the very core. I took her shoulders in my hands and held her at arm's length. I tried vainly to find words that would convey to her the seriousness of her situation but she seemed oblivious to any protest. I stared in wonder at the rivulets of water cascading from her elfin face to the sharp crests of her taut breasts below. In a word, she looked delicious. Just at the precise moment when my resolve was ready to rebuff her one more time, she pushed those crimson lips into a pout and said, "I really want to do sex with you,"
