Au Pair

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

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I had completed college and had my qualifications in child care. So now I just needed a job that utilised the qualifications that I had in order to get experience. I knew that jobs would be hard to find but I kept persevering and looking and then I found one that seemed ideal. A couple in Shipley were looking for an Au Pair to live in and look after their eight month old baby boy. One day off a week, on a Sunday, but the rest of the time pretty much twenty four by seven childcare.

I rang them and explained my position and the woman, Marianne, asked me to go across that afternoon and we could discuss it more. It was two buses to get to Shipley but the connections were okay and it only took just over an hour, not too bad. The address was a really big old house near the centre, Victorian perhaps, but certainly big, and looked three stories, perhaps four if they had a basement.

I knocked on the door and a woman, perhaps thirty, answered.

"Tasha?" She asked.

"Yes, Marianne? I am here to see about the Au Pair position."

"Yes of course you are. Come in."

I followed her into the hall way and then through to a huge kitchen which overlooked a beautifully landscaped garden. I was surprised that they had such a large garden in the centre of the town, I suspected that this was a very valuable property.

She offered me a glass of water, which I accepted, and then she explained what she expected. She and her husband worked both away and from home, they had high intensity positions and needed Oliver, their child, to be looked after completely during the week, they could have no interruptions. I would feed and clothe and entertain Oliver from Sunday Night until the following Saturday night. I then had a day to myself.

Occasionally they may ask me to do the Sunday as well, but that would be rare and would only be as work dictated. We would have the third floor to ourselves, it had a nursery for Oliver, a kitchen, bathroom, bedroom for me, playroom and a lift that I could use to get down to the ground floor in case I wanted to go out with Oliver. We had use of the garden on dry days. There was a full array of necessities, pushchairs, high chairs, cot etc. She then asked if I could drive, as that would be essential if Oliver needed to go to appointments.

I said I could but that I didn't have a car. She said that they would sort a small car for my use.

I asked if I could meet Oliver and we went up in the lift to the third floor.

"This is my niece, Leah, she is staying to help look after Oliver until we can find a suitable Au Pair cum nanny."

I said hello to Leah who, to be honest, looked just like a younger version of Marianne, probably Marianne's sister's daughter I thought, and around the same age as me by the looks. I took Oliver from her and a bonus; Oliver didn't immediately burst into tears. He was still a little chubby, as many babies are until they start toddling, something I learned at college, and sat him on my hip. He was frankly quite a lovely baby, and I walked around the room with him, talking to him, even though I guessed he wouldn't really understand much.

We, Oliver and me, went back to Marianne, "he's is lovely," I said and handed him back to Leah who fussed over him.

"Let's go back downstairs," Marianne said. I followed her to the lift and we went down to the kitchen.

"If I were to offer you the position, when would you be able to start?" Marianne asked.

"Oh, let me see. I would have to arrange with my mum to bring me over, I don't want to lug my suitcase of clothes on the bus. Probably Sunday early evening. Can I ask about meal arrangements?"

"You will eat with Oliver, we will provide you with food, if you have any food allergies let us know, and if we provide something that is not to your palate then let us know, Probably the easiest is if you use an online shopping account for you and Oliver, that way you can get things like nappies and food or Oliver as well."

"Oh, okay, no problem then. I tend to have Weetabix in the mornings, noodles or similar for lunch and then evening meals tend to be jacket potato, that sort of thing. What food is Oliver on, is he weaned? I assume he is."

"No and yes. He has formula, not my milk, and also has jarred baby food, we are cutting down the formula."

"Okay, that is easy. So yes. If you want me to, I can start on Sunday evening. I will need to give you my bank details so that you can pay me, unless you wanted to do it by cash."

"Bank will be fine. And yes, Sunday evening please. Say around seven, you can get sorted and then take over at eight, my husband can then run Leah back home."

"Sounds good, are you offering me the position?"

"Yes Tasha, if you want it."

"Yes please, Oliver is lovely and it would be a privilege to look after him."

"Okay, we will see you on Sunday then. Just one thing, what is your clothes size so that we can get your uniform."

Crumbs, a uniform. "Size ten usually fits, but it does vary from shop to shop."

Getting back home was not so easy, the connections didn't tie up and I was waiting for forty minutes for my second bus. Mum was pleased that I had a job, and said that she would take me across on Sunday, I think she wanted to meet the woman I would be working for. When Dad came home he asked if I had met the father, and I said no, not yet, Sunday I expected unless he was away.

I spent the next two days deciding what I would be taking. My laptop, mobile, chargers, kindle, earbuds, they were essential, several layers of clothes, but if I was to wear a uniform, then I wouldn't need that much variety, just loads of knickers and bras, some jeans and a few dresses. If they got me a car then hopefully I could use it to go out on Sundays, and probably go home for Sunday dinner.

If I forgot anything then mum said she would bring it over, so hopefully no drama. Sunday soon came round, I had my bags in the car and whilst dad was loading the dishwasher after Sunday dinner, mum ran me to Shipley. Marianne opened the door and greeted me warmly and I introduced my mum. Marianne gave me a set of front door and back door keys and left me an mum to it.

We took all my stuff up to my room and I saw some folded neatly uniforms on the bed, they looked like the dresses that the nurses wore at the dentist, they were white and with blue pin striping. I ignored them for now and with mum's help I put all my clothes away and then put my suitcase on top of the wardrobe. I went downstairs with mum, hugged her and then she drove off, me having promised to phone her tomorrow and tell her my day had been.

Back up in my room I stripped my skirt and blouse off and tried on one of the uniforms. I fitted okay, a bit tight on my bust, but not unmanageable, wondered if there was enough give in the seams that I could unpick them and ease them. I would look another time I decided.

I went through to the Nursery and Leah was sat in a chair with Oliver.

"Hiya," I said, "how's he been?"

"Oh good as gold. Right then, this is you then now. I'll pass you Oliver and I will see you next Saturday evening."

"Okay," so it seemed that his parents weren't going to do any actual parenting they intended it to be all me and Leah. I took Oliver from Leah and held him on my hip. She kissed him goodbye, waved at me and was gone, I could hear the lift going down. I assumed Mark, Olivers dad would take her back home. I would arrange for mum to pick me up Saturday evening, I presumed Leah would need my bed whilst she was here.

I played and fussed with Oliver for a while and when his eyes were drooping I laid him in his cot, stayed with him till he was properly asleep and then went back to my room. My blouse and skirt would do another day, possibly my bra, but obviously not my knickers, they went into my laundry bag in my wardrobe. I would have to ask Marianne where the laundry was, I would need it to wash Oliver's things as well as mine.

I had left my bedroom door open so that I could hear Oliver if he woke and I was startled when a man Spoke.

"You must be Tasha?"

"Yes, Mark? Olivers dad?"

He was quite tall and slim, very short hair on his head, it didn't seem as if he was balding, just that he kept his hair short, no beard or moustache, and he looked fit, as if he worked out, but not muscled like the men that seem to overdo it. He was wearing a polo shirt and shorts.

"Yes. Everything alright? Have you everything that you need?"

"Yes Mark, thank you, I just need to know where the Laundry is."

"In the basement. Take the lift all the way down, there is a washer, dryer and hanging space for stuff that doesn't go in the dryer. It should all be self explanatory."

"Thank you, I should be okay for a few days, I guess it depends how messy Oliver gets. Where do I put his dirty nappies?"

"There is a bin in the laundry, they go in there. Here, this is everything that you should need."

He handed me a piece of paper it had the details of their Tesco shopping account, password, and credit card details, name, address and phone number of the GP, and Mark and Marianne's phone numbers.

"Have you done home shopping before?"

"Yes, I have helped my mum, so I know how it works, only we used Morrisons, but it will be pretty much the same."

"Yes. Fine, well I will leave you to it."

He put his hand on my side and then said, "Marianne is going away on Tuesday, perhaps you and I can talk more later in the week, it will be nice to know you better."

"Okay Mark, thank you. I think I better just go and check Oliver."

Mark used the stairs I noticed rather than the lift, perhaps it helped keep him fit. I did think about what he had said and about getting to know me better and touching me. I may not be very experienced, but I am not completely naïve.

Oliver was sleeping soundly so I went back to my room, stripped off, I always sleep naked, and ensured my robe was to hand in case Oliver woke, and got into bed. I have only had sex with one man, and that was a bit unintentional and a few years ago. Mum had gone to Gran's and was staying over. Dad and I had fish and chips for tea, and whilst I was clearing away he said he was just going to have a shower.

After I had finished tidying the kitchen, taking the fish wrappers outside to the wheelie bin so that they didn't leave a smell in the kitchen, I decided I might as well shower too. Dad would shower in their ensuite, I would use the family bathroom, so no conflicts. In my room I stripped my dress, bra and knickers off and put my robe on and went to the bathroom. I had a lovely hot shower, slowly washing all my nooks and crannies, but I wore a cap so as not to get my hair wet, today wasn't hair washing day.

Robe back on and fastened I left the bathroom to meet dad on the landing.

"Come on, let's go and watch some TV," he said.

I followed dad downstairs and sat on the sofa, dad had gone into the kitchen and came back with some bottles of cider, "here," he said passing me one. I must confess I am not a great drinker. We often have a glass of cider with our Sunday roast, but that was about it. We sat and watched Sewing Bee drinking our cider, dad going and grabbing two more after about twenty minutes, I did drink the second bottle a little quicker than the first.

Someone on the TV cracked a joke with I thought hilarious, dad just groaned.

"Oh come on dad, that was hilarious," I said.

"No baby that was awful," he replied shaking his head.

"Where's your sense of humour dad?" I asked him and started to tickle him, and he tickled back. Soon we were in a full on tickling contest and to gain an advantage I knelt over him, tickling both his sides. He was resisting furiously, trying hard to tickle me too. My robe came undone without me realising, and dad had become aroused and when I sat down on him to get a better tickle point I sat on his dick and it went inside me a little.

I stopped moving. Dad was looking at me, his face red. I knew about sex, I just hadn't done it. I don't know what came over me, but I pushed down more, dad's dick going further inside me. The biggest thing that I had ever had inside me was a tampon, and dad was stretching me way more than a tampon ever did. I pushed more.

"Baby, we shouldn't," dad said. I pushed more and then dad kind of stuck inside me.

"No one will ever know," I said and pushed down as hard as I could. There was a kind of ping inside me and suddenly dad was a long way inside me. The ping had hurt but only for a moment. I didn't really know how to take it beyond that, in my mind the man did all the movement, and he couldn't because I was sat in him.

All I knew was that I loved the feeling of his dick inside me, I could have just sat there, my fanny all stretched and full of my dad's dick. Dad tried to move his dick inside me but I guess my weight was hampering him.

"Let's go upstairs baby," dad said.

I pulled up and hated the moment that dad's dick fell out of my fanny, I looked down at it, my first proper look at a dick, apart from Simon Filister at school who had shown me his behind the chemistry labs. Dad's dick was, to me, rather big, certainly bigger than Simon Filister's, and I was amazed that it had fitted inside me. There was a smear of red at the tip, I guessed I knew where that had come from, I was now a woman.

We went upstairs to my bedroom and dad took his robe off, "lay on the bed baby," He said. I hung my robe up and lay on the bed with my legs apart. Dad lay over me and using his hand he guided his dick into me. It felt wonderful, much better than me squatting on him on the sofa. He started to move his dick, oh my, I could feel his dick moving inside me, feel it along my fanny, and his belly was pressing against my nubbin and I realised I was gasping.

Dad started going faster and faster, pushing inside me harder and harder, and it felt fantastic, really it did, it was a wonderful feeling, one I wished I had experienced before. Dad was moving really quite fast now, my bed was rocking and my headboard was banging on the wall. I could hear a slapping sound as dad's belly smacked against me, and there was the sound of my gasping.

Dad thrust into me harder than before and stopped moving, his mouth made an O shape and then he sort of grunted loudly, and I could feel his dick spurting inside me. I smiled, I had just been shagged for the first time.

I went to sleep with dad beside me, and then I woke up again at some point in the night and dad was just pushing his dick inside me again, and again he shagged me before laying half on me and half off, his dick still inside me even though he had finished.

It was light when I woke next, dad's dick was hard as he lay next to me, I started to play with it and dad groaned. I started to move his dick, wanking as Simon Filister had called it, and I squeezed dad's dick tightly and moved as quick as I could. After a few minutes dad groaned and his goop shot out of the end.

That had been a few years ago. We hadn't done it again, but it had been enough, I felt grown up and a woman. I never connected with anyone at college enough to get into bed with them, so dad was my only, but that was a secret never to be told.

Oliver woke once in the night, I gave him half a bottle, changed his nappy and he went back to sleep until six. 'Not too bad' I thought, I can cope with that, I would see what the day brought. I put him in his high chair with a rusk whilst I went and got washed and dressed. Back into the nursery I put Oliver on the changing station, changed him, washed him and put a new nappy and clean clothes on him.

I put him in the playpen and let him play with his noisy spinning top for a while whilst I prepared his breakfast. I could hear his parents moving around downstairs, but neither of them came up to see their son. The house quietened, I gave Oliver his banana porridge for breakfast, and then he played some more. Around nine he was tired again so I put him in his cot for a nap.

Whilst he was sleeping I went down to the basement and checked out the laundry. It was straightforward, a good machine and a separate dryer. I put the soiled nappies in the bin and went back up, Oliver was still sleeping, I sat in the nursery rocking chair, grabbing the quiet time whilst I could. I expected my life from now on would involve napping whilst I could.

The afternoon had gone a similar way, Oliver crawling quite quickly, I dare not take my eyes off him, me helping him learn to walk, he had the leg movements, but not yet the balance. He was a smiley baby, of that I was grateful, a crying and whinging baby would have been a handful.

I phoned mum in the evening and told how my dad had gone and after I had finished on the phone Mark popped in to the nursery.

"Everything all right Tasha? Any issues?"

"No Mark, everything has been fine."

"Okay, excellent," he said, again his hand on my side, "Marianne is catching an early flight in the morning and will be gone or a few days. I am working from home tomorrow, so perhaps I will pop up and see you. What time does he have his morning nap?"

"Okay Mark, usually about nine after he has had breakfast and a play."

"Fine Tasha, fine," he gave my side a squeeze and then left. As he walked away I was pretty sure he was rubbing the front of his trousers. Odd man.

My day with Oliver was much the same, a few nappy changes, feeding, playing and napping and then it was bed time for me, sleeping naked as always with my robe to hand in case Oliver woke.

Early in the morning I heard noises downstairs and assumed it was Marianne leaving for the airport, and then Oliver woke up. I threw my gown on and went to sort him out. Clean nappy, clean clothes and then a rusk in his high chair whilst I went and got dressed, Yesterday's bra was fine, but clean white knickers and then the same uniform as yesterday, I had managed, despite Olivers best intentions, to keep it clean, so it would do or another day.

Back in with Oliver, he had his proper breakfast and then played for a while before getting sleepy. I cuddled him for a while and then put him in his cot, he was soon fast asleep. I sat in the nursery chair in case Oliver woke.

Mark popped his head into the nursery and beckoned me over.

"Let's go to your room," he said quietly. I followed him and in my room he sat on my bed and patted the bed beside him. I sat there pretty sure of what was going to come next.

Mark turned to me and said, "You know that you are a very pretty girl very sexy."

I was going to say thank you, but his lips crushed mine as he kissed me, pushing me back into a lying position, his hand on my leg moving up. I could have protested, but I didn't. I knew what he wanted, and had known for a few days, I was just waiting for him to take his move. His hand reached my gusset and stroked my sex through my knickers, I eased my legs a little further apart. I wasn't really kissing back, he was doing it all, his tongue was in my mouth pushing my tongue around.

His fingers slipped past the hem of my knickers and touched me properly, easing a finger between the lips of my crease, down into my wetness and stroked along my valley. I hadn't objected in any way. He turned and kneeled between my legs, and using both hands he pulled my knickers down, leant forward and licked me.

"Oh fuck," I gasped. No one had ever done that to me, I had no idea how good it would feel on the few times I had imagined someone doing it. His tongue ran up and down my valley, briefly pressing into my opening and then back up to flick my nubbin. I was gasping and I could feel pressures building and my fanny felt as if it were full of electric. I was holding my breath.