Being what they call a late developer is the pits. What it means is that at age fifteen, when my friends were all trying out larger bras, I could have gone topless with no-one noticing. At sixteen, my chest was so flat you could use it for an ironing board and my friends suggested maybe I was born to be butch. Then from seventeen to eighteen, hallelujah, I finally grew a pair, and a very nice pair they are.
A side effect of my late development meant that at nineteen, I was still a virgin, probably the last virgin in my group of friends. Not that I was in any great rush to change this status. I was quite happy to wait until Mr Right came along.
Another side effect was the fact that I liked teasing men, even if it was discretely and only to a certain point. I always picked men who were safe and always made sure I was never in a vulnerable position.
I found it fun to tease husbands when I was baby-sitting. A little verbal innuendo, some flashing of a bit more cleavage than I should, dresses a little tighter or a little shorter than my mother would approve of. Some wives got a bit snarky over it and wouldn't have me as a sitter but others either didn't care or didn't comment. I suspect they were the ones confident in their ability to handle their spouses.
Joyce Hambleton was one of the latter variety. She'd frowned a couple of times when I was pushing the limit a little but I'd always backed off and her husband had never done anything untoward. I'd get some innuendo back from him and he certainly didn't miss a chance to check out my cleavage, but that was as far as it went.
As a matter of fact I was sitting for Joyce tonight and I was in a mischievous mood so dressed to tease. I was wearing a short flirty skirt with thong type panties that left a large amount of rump bare. I also had a button up blouse which had one button that was just a bit loose and like to pop open or even fall off at the wrong time. A low cut lacy bra ensured that if I bent over and someone was looking down my top they'd get an eyeful.
Standing up straight I looked properly demure, neat and respectably clad. Romping around with a couple of little children would change that view but that wouldn't be my fault, would it.
I fronted up at Joyce's place at the standard time. Ron was all dressed and ready to leave, as per normal. Joyce wasn't, again, as per normal. I also had a bonus this time round. Joyce's brother, Dave, was there. Apparently he was going out with them.
I exchanged a bit of banter with Ron and Dave and then started my duties of child-minding. I couldn't help but notice that both men seemed to think it was a good idea if they spent some time playing with the kids as well. Undoubtedly they were being a good father and uncle. It would be a bit vain of me to suggest they were hanging around and sneaking a peek or two.
I got rather a cold look from Joyce when she came out but there wasn't much she could say. Really, she should thank me. From a couple of Ron's remarks he was getting into an amorous mood and obviously hoping to get lucky tonight, and I don't mean with me.
Joyce chased the men out of the house and I returned to child minding. I quite enjoy it. I like kids and they seem to like me. Eventually I threw them into their beds and they zonked out, leaving me to watch TV and message my friends about what a boring life I had.
The Hambletons finally arrived home and Joyce put on some coffee. We had this in the front room and it gave me a chance to talk some more with Ron and Dave. I couldn't help but laugh, even if it was silently. My loose button had come off and I apparently hadn't noticed and I was showing some nice cleavage. Ron was flushed and almost crawling down my top at times, finding excuses to walk past me, looking down as he did so.
Coffee over Joyce whisked the cups away and announced that she and Ron were retiring. She then asked Dave to settle with me as she'd left her purse upstairs. With that she and Ron vanished.
Dave was reaching for his wallet when Joyce stuck her head back in the door.
"Ah, if you have a second, Dave," she called and he crossed over to see what she wanted.
I naturally flapped my ears trying to listen in but the only thing I managed to catch was a reference to a little bitch. Dave was laughing when he walked back in and he sat down on the couch next to me.
"You've upset Joyce," he said, still laughing softly.
"Me?" I asked indignantly. "What did I do?"
"She says you've been deliberately teasing and tantalizing Ron and me. She doesn't believe you lost that button by accident or don't know it's missing. Typical behaviour of a rotten little bitch who wants to attach men but doesn't intend to do anything with them, she says."
"Well, really," I exclaimed. "She is very much mistaken. I'd never do such a thing."
At least, I'd never admit to doing such a thing.
"Well, that what she thinks. She wanted me to deal with you. Give you a fitting punishment."
"Oh, really," I said, ice in my voice. "And what would that entail?"
Next thing I knew I was flying through the air and landing across Dave's lap. With no hesitation he flicked my skirt up and away from my bottom and his hand was on it, holding me in place.
"Joyce thought a good spanking wouldn't hurt," he said affably, "but I decided it was inappropriate."
His hand was wandering all over my bottom, and there was a lot of bottom showing and not much in the way of panties.
"You wouldn't dare. I'll scream," I said, speaking very quietly through sheer nervousness.
"Well, I would dare, but like I said, I thought it was inappropriate. No, I'm just going to pet you a little. If you're worried that I'll go to the point of raping you, don't be. I figure you're a virgin. You sure come across that way. No, I'm just going to play with you a little."
Even while he was saying that he was taking my panties and sliding them down. One hand was pushing my panties down, the other was following them across my bottom and covering my mound. My god. He actually had his hand on me.
"I'll scream," I repeated nervously.
"Ah, I think Joyce is hoping you will. It'll put a smile on her face and a warm fuzzy glow inside her."
Just like that I decided torture wouldn't get a peep out of me.
"What do you intend doing?"
"Oh, just little things like this," Dave said, his hand rubbing back and forth along my mound. "Do you like this?"
"No!" was my immediate response.
"Now don't be silly. Consider what it feels like. Take your time and decide. I think you'll find it's something different to anything you've known but that doesn't mean it's bad."
I squirmed under him as he continued rubbing. I had to admit that once I stopped to think about it, it wasn't too bad. Different, yes, but different in an exciting way.
"What else are you thinking of doing?"
"I'm not thinking of doing. I'm actually going to do these things. For a start I'm going to remove your clothes. Just think about it. You're going to be naked in front of a man. Ever been naked in front of a man before?"
I mutely shook my head, a strange excitement starting up inside me. I'd teased him and now he was going to spend some time teasing me. I shuddered slightly in anticipation.
"Once you're naked I'll have to play with your breasts, you know. Stroking them and tasting them. That's another time when you'll have to consider if you like it or not.
If you behave yourself and don't make too much of a fuss I'll even unzip and let you feel me so you can check the differences between a man and a woman. Have you ever felt a man's cock before?"
Oh my god, no. I shook my head again. And I wasn't going to feel one tonight, either.
His chatting and stroking of my mound had been distracting me from what else he was doing, namely unclipping the fastenings on my skirt, pulling my blouse loose and undoing my bra. He suddenly swung me to my feet and gave a tug on my skirt and it slipped down to the floor. Then he was undoing the rest of the buttons on my blouse and pushing it off my shoulders. It didn't take much for my blouse and bra to join my skirt and panties on the floor.
He pushed my arms behind me, holding my wrists there with one of his hands. He was deliberately looking me up and down. I could practically feel his eyes touching me. I could most certainly feel his finger when he pressed it against a nipple and then trailed it down my body until it slipped between my legs, scratching lightly against my lips as he stroked them where they met.
He pulled me back down onto his lap, sitting on it this time, instead of lying across it. A hand slid between my legs, easing up and pressing against my mound, while his head bent forward and he sucked on a breast.
"Ah, Dave, you really shouldn't be doing this," I told him. "Let me get dressed, please."
"Don't be silly. You're being punished, remember? You'll just have to sit there and take your medicine like a man."
"It may have escaped your notice, but a man is what I'm not."
