I guess, thinking it over, I had to blame that stupid film. Well, partly the film and partly the fact that I just flatly didn't believe that Mr Baxter would do that. I mean, he was a married man and his wife was in the next room, for god's sake.
It had started off as a normal baby-sitting job. I fronted up at the Baxter's place. The kids had already gone to bed but weren't asleep. Freda and I went in to say good-night to them, letting them know I was there. They're good kids and they know me so there weren't any hassles. After that Freda and Steve shot through to wherever they were going.
The kids zonked off and I settled down to watch TV. A boring night on the television. Sometimes I wonder if it's always that bad or do they save the crappy nights for those times that I'm forced to watch it?
Anyway, I watched TV and played with my phone, changing channels every so often hoping to find something that would amuse me. It was about midnight and I was thinking of giving up and catching an hour or so of sleep when I changed channel to find the opening credits of a movie rolling past. I had a vague suspicion that I'd seen this picture in the past and enjoyed it so I decided to watch.
Now I'd like to be clear on one point. It wasn't a porno. No way. I am eighteen and able to watch that type of film if I want to but I just don't want to. Still, it was a little bit racy in parts. Certainly a bit racier than the videos I normally watch, but I didn't see any harm in continuing to watch it.
Oh, another thing I should explain. I was not, definitely not, masturbating as I watched the film. I may have inadvertently rubbed myself a little at a couple of points, but that was all.
Not that any of that mattered. The movie finished just before the Baxters arrived home. I heard the key on the door and turned the TV off, rose and stretched. I was feeling a trifle odd, a little hot and bothered, I'll admit. Probably after effects from watching some of those scenes.
The Baxters came in. Freda just gave me a wave as she passed by, heading down to the kitchen. Steve came into the lounge room to greet me and pay me. For some reason it was always Steve who paid me. Most jobs I find that it's the wife who pays.
Steve strolled over to where I was standing and for some reason ran his eyes over me. He was smiling and his eyes seemed to settle on my chest. I glanced down and promptly blushed. It had been a warm night and I was only wearing a light bra and a microfiber top. I love microfiber clothing. They always seem so soft, like silk. Now I was wishing it wasn't quite so soft and silk-like as my nipples were erect and had raised little tent in the material.
"One wonders what you were watching," Steve observed, glancing from my nipples to the TV and back.
"It was just a chick flick," I said defensively. "Nothing wrong with it."
"Didn't say there was," he said, and I could tell he was laughing at me. "Still, I'm curious about something."
To my great surprise and indignation he reached down and slipped his hand up inside my skirt and touched me down there. Boy, did my eyes open wide.
"Interesting that you should be so damp," he said, smiling even broader. "Just how aroused did the chick flick make you?"
"Not at all," I said quickly. "I don't know what you're talking about."
I hadn't realised he was such a cynical swine. He laughed at me.
"Hold this for a moment," he said, "and I'll show you something."
I automatically held what he handed me and found I was holding the hem of my skirt. Normally this would have left me with my panties on display but not this time. Why not this time? Because that rotten man had calmly taken them and peeled them down, leaving them at ankle height.
"You're all hot and wet here," he said, his hand between my legs and rubbing my mound.
I could feel my lips being molested and rubbed back and forth and side to side. Before I could protest he was pushing me back so I was half sitting on the edge of the arm of the couch. Looking down along my body I could see his hand rubbing me and I could see that my lips were parted and pursed.
"Now watch," he said.
"Watch what?" I was about to say when I suddenly saw his cock was down there, pointing at me. I mean, it really was, sticking out a mile in front of him, all big and hard and fat and long and altogether too much of it.
"What are you doing?" I managed to gasp out, which was a silly question. It was rather obvious what he was doing. His fingers moved my lips apart and his cock was there, pressing against me. He pulled his hand away and I could see my lips close around him.
I couldn't believe it. I was looking down and watching his cock enter me. The thing looked huge. It felt huge. It was only just inside me but god, did I know it.
"Keep watching," he said, and I found myself doing so while he slowly sank into me.
