Babysitter Triced

"I'm bored. How about you taking your clothes off?"

Ellen looked at me as though I'd just gone insane.

"Excuse me?" she said, sounding slightly shocked.

"Your clothes. Divest yourself from them so I can see what you look like naked. From what I can see while you're dressed you've got a very good figure. Right now I want to see you in the nude."

Ellen is our baby-sitter. She's eighteen, bright and vivacious, dark hair with hazel eyes. Reasonably intelligent and quite fit and athletic. The fit and athletic bit comes from doing cheerleader routines. They can be a bit strenuous I believe. Also, from the look on her face, doubtful of my sanity.

Right now the kids were asleep and Margaret was getting dressed up for our night out. We weren't due to leave for about another hour and Margaret would need all that time to prepare. Me, I run through the shower, scrape a comb over my hair, and throw some clothes on. Obviously the difference in preparation time leaves me sitting around twiddling my thumbs, mainly because there was nothing worth watching on TV and I'd just finished the book I was reading. Hence the boredom and hence the wicked suggestion to Ellen.

"Have you lost your mind?" she demanded. "Why would you suggest such a thing? Why would you think I'd go along with it? Have you forgotten that Margaret is also in the house?"

"All those questions. Let's see if I can answer them in order? "No, I don't think I've lost my mind. I've already said I want to see you naked. As to why you'd go along with it may I suggest excitement over an illicit thrill and money? As for worrying about Margaret being in the house, why would that concern you unless you were considering the idea?"

"I most certainly was not," she gasped. "Even if I had been I wouldn't because you'd probably try and touch me."

"Touching you would tend to depend on how big a bonus you would want included in your baby-sitting money," I told her. "The bigger the bonus the greater the touching. How much of a bonus would you want if I restricted touching to my eyes only?"

"It doesn't matter because I'm not doing it," she snapped, not looking at me.

"But if you were, what would you expect?" I pushed.

"Double," she said defiantly, glaring at me.

"That seems reasonable to me," I agreed. "I would, of course, give you your bonus in advance so there's no chance of me cheating you. Okay?"

"Hold on. I haven't agreed to do it. The idea is just silly. I can't believe you even suggested it."

"That's me, I guess, the master of silly ideas. Still, this is your chance to cash in on one of them. What harm can it do?"

"But Margaret. . ."

"Is safely in the bedroom primping and preparing and won't even show her face for half an hour minimum. I've lived with her long enough to know her habits."

"Just looking?" Her voice was a little nervous.

"Just looking," I agreed, showing her I already had the extra money in my hand.

Blushing quite fiercely she grabbed the money and jammed it into a pocket. Then, not looking at me, she started lifting her top up. Top and slacks went first, leaving her in her undies. I was a little surprised. I'd have guessed top and bra, but no. I was even more surprised when the next item to be removed was her panties. Thinking about it I guessed it made sense. I couldn't see much in that area as long as she kept her legs together. Breasts were another matter entirely. Once she took her bra off they would feature somewhat prominently.

Did they ever. A 'C' cup for sure, and I'd hate to guess her actual measurements. If asked I'd just say magnificent. Actually, I didn't need to be asked.

"Magnificent," I said with heart felt sincerity, reaching over to stroke her breasts.

She made a funny sound and hastily backed up a step, letting my hand fall away.

"You said no touching," she gasped out, while I admired the way her nipples had responded to that gentle stroke. Rather sensitive in that area it seemed.

"Not exactly," I argued. "I said the amount of touching would depend on the size of the bonus. Seeing I've already touched and want to touch again I suppose I should double the size of the bonus. That's only fair."

She had the money in her hand before it registered what she'd just agreed to by taking it. She hastily put the money down (on her clothes, I noticed) and protested.

"I'm not sure I want you touching me," she told me.

Like I gave a damn. She'd already taken the money and those lovely breasts were again within reach, so I reached.

My hands closed over both her breasts, just caressing them gently.

"Don't worry about it," I told her. "It's just a bit of friendly stroking. You have such lovely breasts. They just cry out for a man's attention."

She didn't make any more protests as I stroked her breasts, mingling the touching with a bit of tactile mouth action. Any time I kissed her breasts my hands would wander down to her waist, not going beyond that for the time being.

Finally judging that she was starting to get aroused a hand dropped lower than her waist, rubbing across her mons and between her legs, cupping and rubbing her vulva. Putting a little circular motion on what I was doing agitated her pudenda, moving them apart and pushing them back together.

"Not there," she objected, pushing at my hand. "That's too much."

"If you say so," I agreed, moving my hand away, at the same time sinking down onto one knee.

I think 'nngh' best describes the sound she made when my tongue started slipping past her lips and into her. Whatever the noise was supposed to be it was uttered past a hand that was clamped across her mouth. Her hand, not mine. My hands were clutching her bottom.

Her hands came down and tangled in my hair. Not pulling me away or holding me in place, just tangling in my hair. I don't think she knew what she wanted to do.

"What do you think you're doing?" she managed to ask and I pulled my head away for a second, looking up at her.

"Touching you, that's all," I told her, my head moving back so my attack could continue.

I damn near lost some hair when my tongue started poking around too close to her clitoris. Her hands tightened convulsively while she managed to whisper, "Don't".

A little bit more of building her up and she was on the verge of an orgasm. That's when I stood up. I'd already undone my trousers and my erection was standing out, ready for action. I rose to my feet, pressing against her as I came, and she was totally unprepared to find my cock coming up between her legs and preparing to push into her.

Poor Ellen didn't stand a chance. She was so close to a climax that my cock invading her was enough to send her over the edge. She got out another 'nngh' and then she was shuddering as she climaxed very nicely. Even as she was coming down from it my cock was pushing further into her, slipping fully home before she could catch her breath.

I'd already started the age old dance and she was moving with me, partnering me very nicely, thank you, when she got her breath back.

"I didn't agree to this," she whispered fiercely. "How could you?"

"You agreed to touching," I pointed out. "You can't deny that this is touching you."

To emphasise the point I gave a slightly harder thrust, one which she met with ease. Taking note of this little fact I upped the tempo a little, finding Ellen more than capable of moving right along with me.

"There's touching and touching," she said somewhat acerbically, "and this isn't the touching I agreed to."

"Well how was I supposed to know that," I said plaintively. "It was certainly what I meant."

"Oh! Oh, you liar," she said, sounding as though she absolutely believed it. It is tragic to have someone so mistake your intentions.

"I can't stop you thinking that, no matter how wrong you are," I said with a sigh. "Still, as we've gone this far it seems silly to stop. How about I just go a little faster so we finish sooner?"

I picked up the pace again while Ellen said a few rude words about my character, not missing a stroke even so. She quietened down then, breathing hard and determinedly moving with me. My hands were back on her breasts, rubbing them and teasing her nipples.

We carried on for a few more minutes. I was building up to a crescendo and from what I could sense from Ellen she was going to be very near to her second climax in short order.

I finally started giving her shorter, faster, strokes, trying to push her over the edge and, believe me, it didn't take much of a push. Her hand flew to her mouth and she gave another of those muffled screams, climaxing brilliantly, while I just gave a quiet groan and had my own climax.

As soon as we separated Ellen grabbed her clothes and vanished into the bathroom, emerging ten minutes later as though nothing had happened. She just settled onto the couch and watched the trash that was on the TV.

Margaret finally emerged, all primped and pampered, settled into the car, and we headed out. We'd barely left the drive when Margaret nudged me.

"Well?" she demanded.

"Well what?" I asked, trying to look innocent.

"Don't give me that," she giggled. "What happened?"

"She fell for it hook, line, and sinker," I admitted. "I couldn't believe she was that naïve."

"She's not," Margaret said confidently. "She knew exactly what would happen, but this way she can blame it on you. She's just the victim to your male lusts. I bet she took the money in advance."