I'd agreed to babysit for Mr and Mrs Nickelson, mainly because he's the one who called and asked me. At eighteen I considered babysitting a little beneath me and I'd already informed most of my regulars that I was stopping and referred them to Denise, who was still doing it.
If Mrs Nickleson had asked me I'd probably have turned her down, but she knew that and that's why she had her husband call me. George was a honey. He was six foot tall, broad shoulders and slim waist, fit and smart, with an engaging wit. The fact that he was also handsome with dark hair and surprisingly blue eyes didn't hurt, either. I'd been mildly infatuated with him from the first time I laid eyes on him. Eva knew that and that's why she had him make the arrangements.
I rolled up at the appointed time, greeted George and Eva, and settled down to play with the kids. When bedtime arrived I helped Eva tuck them in and they zonked off like little lambs. (That didn't happen every time, I assure you.)
Kids down, me sitting back and watching TV, and Eva and George departed for their night of festivities or whatever.
A few hours later the lights (and the TV) went out. Did I mention that it was a rather hot muggy day, rather stifling in fact? The sky was totally overcast. Threatening rain but only putting on a noisy thunder and lightning show. I suspected that the lightning had taken out a lamppost or something.
A quick check out the front door showed it wasn't just the Nickleson's place. The whole street was blacked out. I went back inside and considered the situation. I wasn't afraid of the dark -- just irritated by it.
No TV so I used my phone as a light source to find the laptop and turn it on. I figured that would be good for several hours of light and entertainment. It would've been, too, if the battery hadn't been flat. Stupid Eva probably drained it. No way was I going to use my phone as a torch. If I drained that battery and then needed to use the phone I'd be screwed. I decided to just lounge about in the kitchen, using the gas hot plates to provide a bit of light. Did you know that the piezo lighters for a gas stove won't work without electricity? I realised that when I couldn't get a spark. I turned off the gas and retreated to the front room and dropped onto the couch.
Actually, I groped my way to the front room, carefully edged to where I thought the couch was, made sure I was going to sit on the damn thing, and lowered my butt to the cushions and moped.
After moping for a while I leaned back and nodded off. I wasn't really asleep, but neither was I wide awake -- sort of half and half. I jolted fully awake when I heard the front door bang and footsteps in the hall.
"George?" I called, the footsteps being a bit heavy for it to be Eva.
He grunted something that I didn't quite catch and I moved towards the hall to meet him. With hindsight I guess I should have just stayed where I was and let him grope his way towards me. He came through the doorway just as I reached it, his hands out to make sure he didn't run into anything. So were mine, for that matter.
My hands were lower than his and they passed under his and came up against his chest. For his part his hands passed over mine and came firmly up against my breasts, and closed over them.
I already mentioned that it was hot and muggy and I was babysitting. In those conditions I didn't need to dress to impress and was only wearing a t-shirt and shorts. That t-shirt did nothing whatsoever to disguise what George was now holding. The flimsy bra I was wearing wasn't any help either.
I gave a startled yelp and pushed him away. I also mentioned earlier that he was big and broad-shouldered. My pushing didn't move him a single inch. It also didn't stop him from rubbing my breasts.
"If you don't mind, George," I said repressively. At least, I was trying to sound repressive but it might have come out a bit breathily. I mean, that aforesaid infatuation, a dark night, an illicit thrill of him touching me. Damn right it was a bit erotic.
"I don't," he said softly, but his hands dropped away.
So everything was sweet, right? Wrong. He tugged my t-shirt loose from my shorts and his hands came up inside it, covering my breasts again, and I mean my breasts as he also pushed my bra out of the way. So now I had George fondling my breasts.
"George," I said, a little bit more urgently.
"I know, I know," he said. His hands dropped away but he wasn't finished. "Seeing there's no way I can see you in this dark I think I'll just take this off so that I can imagine what you look like standing there topless." With that he simply lifted my t-shirt up, hauling it up over my head and I stupidly let him. After all, he was right about it being too dark for him to actually see anything.
As I'm sure you've guessed his hands were back on my breasts immediately. He gently squeezed them, rolling my nipples around under his thumb. I was even more shocked when he bent his head and started sucking on them. I briefly wondered how he knew where they were and then realised that he knew where his hands were and that was all the information he needed.
I was still saying, "George," rather plaintively while he held me in place with a hand pressed against my back, his mouth teasing first one nipple and then the other.
His spare hand was rubbing my tummy lightly, tracing lazy circles, which once again were proving to be slightly erotic. Okay, maybe a bit more than slightly. His mouth on my breasts, and one hand wandering around my tummy, and the hand on my back dipping down and slipping under my shorts and onto my bottom was all rather distracting. I wasn't sure what to object to first, resulting in me being tongue tied and not saying anything.
Yeah, I should have objected to that hand on my tummy first. During its idle movements it managed to undo the button on the front of my shorts. I just had time to register that my waistband was loose and then my shorts and panties were going down, helped along by George's eager hands.
This time I managed to yell.
