I was due to sit for Tony and Maree that evening. I'd finished dinner early so I thought I might as well head on around. It wouldn't matter if I got there slightly early as it would just mean that Maree could get ready in peace. Tony was hopeless at keeping the kids quiet.
I'd always considered Maree and Tony to be an oddly mismatched pair. I mean, if they were motor vehicles she'd be a little Ford Pinto while he was the equivalent of a Sherman tank. Oddly enough I was also a little on the petite side, about the same size as Maree, with a small difference being I had a somewhat more generous bust-line. (A lot more generous, truth to tell.)
Anyway, I rolled up and Tony let me in.
"You're a little early," he said in that deep rumbling voice of his. "Maree and the kids nipped down to the park just after dinner. Maree thought it wouldn't hurt to let them run off some of that excess energy of theirs. They should be back soon."
Truth to tell that voice of his always sends shivers up my spine. Something about his voice reminded me of the way thick velvet cloth felt, rich and sensual. It was annoying in a way as someone of his size and looks should have a voice that sounded like a rasping foghorn. People just aren't the way they're supposed to be at times.
"Come in and grab a seat, little one," he rumbled and I became annoyed all over again.
It was the disparity between what he said and the way he said it. His voice was a 'come hither, I have something to show you' voice and then he spoils it by calling me little one. For god's sake, I wasn't a child. One moment I'm thinking slightly naughty thoughts and the next I'm feeling put upon.
Yes, yes, I know. He's married and a father and a client and I'm not supposed to have naughty thoughts about anyone in any of those categories, let alone someone in all three. But still. I am a woman and he is a generously sized slab of man. I'll admit to wondering at some times to just how generous a size he was, not that I ever intended finding out.
"Enough with the little one," I grumbled. "I don't call you Mr Chubby."
He laughed at me. Understandable, I suppose, as chubby he was not. I was pretty sure that was solid beef on his frame, not fat. He wasn't the type to be opening a refrigerator and snacking all the time. More likely to be using one as a spare set of weights.
"I guess I'm just used to considering you as a child," Tony said with a smile. "You were what, fifteen, when you first came to sit for us?"
I nodded.
"Then that would make you eighteen, possibly nineteen now?" he asked.
I acknowledged eighteen.
"So. You've grown up without me noticing. Me being a man and all and not paying attention to that sort of thing."
I graciously inclined my head to indicate I fully understood a man's uselessness in things like that. He grinned and sat down on the couch, indicating I should come closer. Totally unsuspecting I did so.
I was stunned when he calmly lifted my dress up and told me to hold it. Rather stupidly my hands closed over it, holding it up and giving him a clear view of my panties. What was I thinking of? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. My mind just sort of went blank.
His didn't. He knew exactly what he was doing. He had hold of my panties and was lowering them almost before I had a grip on my dress. I wasn't showing off my panties. I was showing off the things that my panties should have covered. I couldn't even console myself with the thought that my muff would hide everything because I was freshly waxed, ready for summer and brief bikinis.
Of course things immediately went from bad to worse. He slipped his hand between my legs and started rubbing me. I didn't dare jerk my legs together because all that would have done would be to press his hand even harder against my privates. I was just standing there, face bright red, being felt up by Tony. The absolutely worst part about it? The fact that it was highly erotic and I liked it.
It took me a few moments to pull myself together, with Tony taking full advantage of the delay. I finally managed to open my mouth, being unable to speak not a normal condition for me.
"Do you mind?" I demanded with great indignation.
He simply said "No," and kept on with his gentle massage. Strike the word gentle. His rubbing was becoming harder, rougher, forcing a response from me. He did something with one of his fingers and the next thing I knew it was sliding between my lips and I was being massaged both internally and externally.
"Well, I do," I pointed out, "and I'll thank you to stop doing that."
"No need to thank me," he said, and I just knew it was because he had no intention of stopping.
Now what was I supposed to do? If you tell a man to stop he's supposed to stop. Everyone knows that. Except Tony, apparently. Maybe I should hit him or something. That's the point when I noticed that he was unzipping his trousers. OK, maybe, just maybe, I might have wondered what he had in there but I'd never had any intention of looking. Now it was being hauled out into the light so I could inspect it at my leisure.
I almost laughed when he first pulled it out. It was short and fat and just too damn small for a man of his size. For that matter it was probably too small for a man of any size. That was my first thought. My second was more along the lines of Doctor Frankenstein when his monster came to life. It's alive!
It truly was. It was alive and stirring and like Doctor Frankenstein's creation it was turning into a monster. It was swelling and lengthening and my mouth was going dry from fright just seeing it grow. Something like that should be illegal.
"You can touch it if you want to," Tony said and I managed to drag my eyes back to his face.
"Why would I want to?" I gasped out.
"To familiarize yourself with it before you sink down onto it," he said calmly.
"What?" I said in a half yell. "I have no intention of doing any such thing."
"Ah. You prefer to be more submissive and have the man do the work. That's OK. I don't mind."
My mind immediately jumped to a picture of me lying naked on the floor while he came down over me, holding my legs apart while that, that, cannon of his invaded me.
"You're mad," I gasped. "I said stop and that I wasn't going to do it."
"That's true," he conceded. "However, you did just stand there, dress lifted, and let me pull down your panties and get more intimately acquainted. I think you're giving me the green light and I can always take yes for an answer."
"What was I supposed to do," I protested. "Hit you with my shoe or something."
"Well, you could have always taken a step backwards and broken contact," he said with an evil smile and I blushed something terrible. It just hadn't occurred to me that there was nothing stopping me from doing that. I'd just stood there like a gawk and let him play.
"Perhaps you'd better do that now," Tony said. "I can here Maree and the kids coming up the drive."
I then proved him right about how I could have taken a step back by bouncing back almost to the far side of the room, hastily pulling up my panties at the same time. Tony simply stood up, stretched, and zipped up. (Carefully, I noticed, obviously not wanting to get something trapped in the zipper.)
The front door opened and Maree and the kids spilled into the house. Fortunately the move from bright sunlight to the relative gloom of the house meant she didn't notice my blush, giving me a chance to take a deep breath and calm down.
With the children there I calmed down pretty quickly. I will say that the way they managed to keep rampaging around after being at the park made me glad I was on the pill. No noisy little accidents for me, thank you very much.
Maree took her time getting ready. Five minutes before they were due to leave Tony went and got ready which I must admit was a bit of a relief to me. He'd looked at me several times and smiled and he'd made me very much aware of myself. Now he was safely out of the house. Not only that, but as Maree had paid me before they left I'd be free to do a runner as soon as they walked in the door.
