By an odd chance both my wife and I were going out on a Friday night. My outing had been foreseen weeks in advance, basically as my darts team kept winning their matches and the finals were scheduled for tonight. Cheryl's outing had been rather unexpected. Her little sister had just got engaged and her friends were throwing a hen's night for her. Not something that Cheryl could miss without causing offence.
Cheryl had called Janice, our regular baby-sitter and she'd agreed to come. Right now I was watching her stroll down the path towards our front door, remembering the last time she'd sat for us.
"Hey, Cheryl, observe," I said nodding towards the window, and she wandered over and looked out.
"It's just Janice," she said.
"I know, but notice what's she wearing compared to what she used to wear when she sat for us."
"Umm. That's probably because she's older now. Nearly nineteen, I think."
"Possibly, but watch how she behaves once she's inside."
That earned me a puzzled look but Cheryl took it on board. I was confident that she'd keep a cautious eye on Janice while we were there.
Janice came in, all smiles and happy to see us and the kids. Was her cleavage a bit too low? Possibly. Did she bend down too far and stay that way too long when bending down to the kids? Possibly. Did she accidently bump into me a few times? Possibly. Did she have lovely bumpers? Most definitely.
I carefully didn't notice what was going on. Cheryl just as carefully did notice but didn't say anything. We just finished getting ready and departed. I was dropping Cheryl at her sister's place and she'd catch a taxi home after the hen's night drew to a close.
"So, Janice?" I said once we were in the car.
"I noticed," said Cheryl. "She's making a play for you. She wants to get laid and thinks you're available."
"Partly what I figured. Definitely making a play but I don't think she thinks that I'm available. I think she wants to add me as a notch to her belt, building up her confidence in herself."
Cheryl considered this and then nodded.
"Yeah, I think you're right. What are you going to do about it?"
"Excuse me?"
"Well, she's wanting it and she's of age. Just because we've known her for ages doesn't mean she's still a child. If she wants to play adult games she can't blame the adults who play with her. Mind you, if I caught you bumping naughty bits with her I'd be most annoyed, but I'll be home hours later than you tonight so it's your big chance."
"I am shocked, shocked, that you should suggest such a thing," I said thoughtfully. "I assure you that there's no way you would catch me bumping naughty bits with Janice, as you so quaintly put it."
"Uh-huh," said Cheryl, sounding very smug, and the subject was dropped.
Dropped and forgotten, on my part. I concentrated on the match I was playing in, a match we would have won except for a biased and pathetic adjudicator. Didn't matter. We'd win the next time.
I arrived home at a reasonable hour. The kids would be in bed asleep and Janice would be happy to have a reasonably early night. I'd completely forgotten about Cheryl's observation until Janice managed to bump into me, quickly apologising. She managed to brush her bumpers against me twice more while I was getting the envelope that Cheryl had left with her pay. Cheryl feels it's a little crass to just dish out the dough, preferring to give an envelope with the cash in it. Personally I couldn't care less, but why fuss over it? An envelope was what she got.
Another bump and I told myself that that was it. There would be repercussions for the next bump. It was coming, I knew it.
Sure enough, the bump was on its way, a little firmer than the previous bumps. Or it would have been firmer if I'd been there to collect it. I sort of slipped to one side, tripping her as she stumbled. Of course, being a true gentleman I couldn't let her fall flat on her face. I caught her as she went down, twisting her around so that she finished up landing rather gently on her back.
She looked up at me, apparently a little confused as to what happened. I just smiled.
"Oops," I said, going down onto one knee next to her. "Careless of you."
I flicked the front of her skirt up, revealing a lacy pair of skimpy panties. In the early years of sitting she used to wear jeans or track-suit pants, much better for handling children. A short, loose, skirt was a very recent addition to her wardrobe.
Janice grabbed her skirt, hurrying to push it back into position. She succeeded in that but was too late to prevent the main event, which was me lowering her panties. She gave a small squeal, holding her skirt tight across her groin.
"Wait, wait. What are you doing?"
"Ah, I'd have thought that was obvious," I told her. "I'm taking your panties off."
"I can see that but why? Are you going to rape me?" She sounded pleasingly horrified, excited even.
"Certainly not," I protested, shocked at the idea. "It's just that you've been consistently bumping into me this evening, making me curious to see all those soft curves that have pressed against me. I only started with your panties to give you a shock. Um, if you'll excuse me, your hands..."
I lifted her hands up from where she had them pressed against her groin and they moved surprisingly easily. I wasn't totally surprised to find she didn't relinquish her hold upon her skirt so when her hands moved up so did her skirt, revealing all as they say.
I dropped a hand to stroke her mons with Janice doing nothing to prevent me. Her mons was smooth, too smooth in fact. The reason for that amount of smoothness meant she had to have shaved very recently, probably just before she left home to come to our house. Now why would she do that?
Her legs were slightly parted, allowing my hand to slip between them and stroke her even more intimately. I rubbed her vulva while she tried to look away, blushing.
"When I said I want to see all your soft curves I was actually telling you that I want to see you naked," I said. "This," squeezing her vulva, "is just the start. Do you want to take off the rest of your things or would you like me to?"
"Get undressed for you? I couldn't. I just couldn't."
Her blush was getting a real work-out. I noticed that she'd only refused to take off her own clothes. Nothing was said about me taking them off. I undid the button on the side of her skirt and pulled the zip down. That done I pulled her skirt down, her attempts to hold onto it could be described as feeble at the best.
"Oh, you are going to rape me, aren't you," she accused, her hands going back to cover her groin again.
"Already asked and answered," I pointed out. "I said I wouldn't so I won't. Um, I suppose that taking off your top and bra might get me over excited. It might be better if you did that yourself, stopping me from getting too worked up."
