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Hello once again.  As in the past, comments are both
appreciated  and encouraged.  Suggestions are also
welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it makes it
easier for me to get your reaction.   One  thing I do
ask is that you now include your first name and age
in  your comments.  It gives me a better idea who
my audience is.  Thanks and enjoy the story.

	The Baby-Sitter
	    Part Two
  	     by Ann Douglas
	
	A bright full moon reflected in the still
waters of the reservoir as they turned onto the road
that ran around it.  Going this way was going to add
at least a half hour to the trip home but Scott
couldn’t care less.  The longer he spent with
Christine the better.  He found her directness
fascinating.          
	Cruising along at a slow speed, they soon
passed two cars parked by the water’s edge.  They
were apart a thousand feet apart and the occupants
of neither gave notice of the Caddie passing by.
	“Is this still the major make-out point that I
remember it to be?”  Christine abruptly turned and
asked as the two cars faded in the distance.
	“Er...yes.”  Scott answered, taken of guard
by the question.
	If they’d been passing by twenty-four hours
from now, those two cars would be multiplied a
dozen fold.
	“It’s nice to see that some things don’t
change.”  Christine mused.  “There’s something to
be said for tradition after all.”
	Scott just agreed with a noncommittal
response.	   	  
	“Have you ever brought a date out here?” 
Christine asked.
	Taken aback, Scott turned and looked at the
older woman.  He was unquestionably not used to
someone of her age talking to him like that.
	“Yeh, a few times.”  he quietly answered.
	In truth, it was here that he’d gone with
Debbie Wilson on his birthday and would be back
here tomorrow night with Susie.
	“I thought as much.”  Christine smiled.  “I
think that at some time or another, every guy and
girl from Spring Valley comes up here.  They used
to call this place the cherry grove because more kids
lost their virginity up here than any place in the
county.”
	Scott turned and looked at her again.  he just
couldn’t believe the things she was saying.  If she
noticed the look on his face, she had no reaction.
	“Make a right turn over there.”  the blonde
woman said as she pointed to a small path next to a
maintenance shed.  “I want to show you something.”
	Following her instruction, Scott turned onto
the path and drove into a heavily wooded area. 
They went a few hundred feet and she told him to
slow down and watch for a opening in the trees. 
Then to make another right turn into it.
	The turn came up suddenly and he had to
make a hard right to make it.  As the wheels skidded
in the dirt he was afraid she was going to complain
about what she might be doing with the car.  Instead
she stared right ahead, seemingly lost in thought.
	About twenty-five feet ahead they emerged
into a small opening right at the edge of the water
line.  The clearing was barely large enough for the
car, having been partially reclaimed by nature since
the last time Christine had been here.  Still it was a
spectacular view.  From right to left you could see
the entire reservoir as well as the brightly lit moon
above.  You could even see the stars forming a
frame for the white globe.  Best of all, it was far
away from the heavily lit area where everyone
usually parked.
	“It’s beautiful.”  Scott said as he took it all
in.
	“I wasn’t sure it would still be here.” 
Christine said, her face still basking in long ago
memories.  “This was one of the best kept secrets
back when I was in high school.  It used to be large
enough to fit three cars and still offer a little
privacy.”
	“Thanks for showing it to me.”  Scott said in
appreciation.
	“I bet you can’t wait to bring your girlfriend
up here now.”  she laughed.
	Scott turned a bright red.  That was exactly
what he was thinking.
	“That’s OK, there’s nothing wrong with
that.” Christine quipped, a little amused that she had
hit it right on the money.  “After all, I wouldn’t have
showed it to you if I thought otherwise.”
	Scott’s color quickly faded to normal.  He
couldn’t help thinking this was one strange woman. 
Interesting, but strange.
	“I couldn’t tell you how many times I came
up here with a guy.  In fact it was on this very spot
that Jerry Friedman and I did it for the first time
when I was 16.”
	Scott definitely didn’t have a response to her
statement of how she lost her viginity.
	“Diane use to come up here too.”  she
laughed.  “She wasn’t always the proper doctor’s
wife and PTA president that she is nowadays.”
	Scott just smiled a knowing smile. 
Yesterday he would’ve found that statement hard to
believe, but not after seeing that video.
	Just then, the radio station they’d been
quietly playing on their drive started playing an old
song.  Christine instantly reacted to the song and
turned up the volume.  
	“I can’t believe it, that was our song. Jerry
and I would listen to it for hours.”
	Scott watched as Christine closed her eyes
and leaned back in the plush seat.  The bright light of
the moonbeams splashed across her breasts,
illuminating the exposed white skin.  A broad grin
appeared on her face and whatever memories she
was enjoying were her own.
	The song ended and she returned to reality. 
Scott almost felt like an intruder during such a
private moment.  And as before, he knew he was
staring at her body.  Quickly he shifted his gaze back
to the lake.
	
	“I don’t mind you know.”  Christine said.
	“Excuse me.”  came Scott’s reply.
	“I said I don’t mind.”  she repeated.  “Your
looking at my breasts.”
	“I wasn’t...I mean..I”  Scott answered
automatically.
	“It’s OK, really.”  the older woman said as
she shifted position, actually giving the teenager an
ever better look down her dress.  “When a woman
puts on a outfit like this, she expects men to look at
them.  After all, what’s the point of putting them on
display if you didn’t want them appreciated.”
	Scott ran his hand through his sandy hair, not
sure what to make of her comments.  But if she
wanted him to look, he was more than willing to
oblige.
	“I always found it silly when I saw women
put on revealing outfits and then get offended or
cover up if they noticed a man looking at them.” 
she continued.  “I work hard on keeping my body
attractive.  I expect it to get noticed.”
	It was an awkward moment as Christine
moved even closer to him.  The scent of her sweet
perfume was strong in his nostrils and as every bit as
overpowering as the nearness of her soft and very
exposed flesh.  His worry of earlier this evening
returned as all of this frank talk and stimulation
combined to produced a first class erection.
	“I guess we’d better get going.”  Scott said
as he reached up and began to turn the ignition key. 
Before he could turn it, he felt her soft fingers close
around his.

	“Scott, there’s no easy way to say this.” 
Christine said as she edged ever closer.  “And I’ve
never been very good at being coy.  I want you to
know I really didn’t plan this when I offered you a
ride home.  I guess what I’m trying to say is that if
you want, you can do more than look at my body.”
	“Oh shit!”  Scott though, “This can’t really
be happening.  This is like a dream.”
	Christine released her hand from atop Scott’s
and transferred it to his lap, right on top of his now
fully hard cock.
	“If you don’t want to, I’ll understand.”  she
whispered.  “But either way, what ever happened
here between these trees stays here, no one is ever
going to know.”
	She took a long breath and pressed her
breasts up against his chest, brushing her lips against
his.  Feeling no resistance, she kissed him.  It was a
soft kiss at first, as her fingers rubbed up and down
his cock.  Then the kiss became harder as her fingers
closed around his aroused organ. 
	
	It didn’t take long for Scott to respond to
Christine’s kiss.  Whatever little hesitation he
might’ve felt was caused by his inexperience with an
aggressive woman.  With all the girls he’d dated,
even those he’d had sexual experiences with, there
was always a certain “giving in” aspect.  A small
wall for them to hide behind from which they could
say that it really wasn’t their idea.  Christine had no
need for any such wall.
	With a force he wasn’t used to, he could feel
her tongue sliding into his mouth as the pressure
against his lips increased.  Her full weight was now
on him as she brought both hands up to the side of
his face.
	Cradling his head between her red tipped
hands, Christine covered his face with kisses. Then
she returned to his eager mouth and again began
trading deep soul kisses.  All this time she’d moved
into his lap and was pressing her now very damp
crotch against the bulge in his jeans.
	“Roomy as this car is,”  she panted between
kisses. “Maybe we’d be better in the back seats.”
	Scott had no sooner agreed when she pulled
off him and motioned for him to go first.  It was a
little disorientating for him to be taking the
secondary role, but at the same time it was exciting
as well.
	The tall young man stretched out on the
length of the broad back seat.  Christine practically
jumped over the front seats to land on his legs. 
Sitting upright, she reached behind her dress and
undid the small clasps there. Like a rubber band, the
sudden release caused the red dress to sag a little, no
longer held tight against her skin. She reached up
and cupped the loose material against her breasts
before pulling it down and letting them fall free. 
	The twin globes of delight didn’t fall far as
long hours in the gym had helped them keep much
of the resiliency of her youth.  After pulling the dress
down around her waist, her fingers returned to her
breasts and began to play with the small stubby
nipples which crowned dark pink circles.  She
laughed softly as she extended her middle finger and
caressed each to hardness.  Then she took each in
turn and lifted them as high as she could, reaching
out with her tongue to stimulate them with that as
well.
	Scott was content for the moment to just lay
back and enjoy the view.  It was the first time he’d
ever seen a woman play with herself.  Even Debbie
Wilson had balked when he’d placed her hand on her
own breast, quickly pulling it away.
	As he watched, Scott slid one hand down to
his crotch and began to rub against his cock.  He had
just reached the zipper and was going to pull it
down when Christine abruptly let go of her breasts
and playfully slapped his hand.
	“You just leave that alone.”  she said in
mock seriousness.  “I’ll take care of it soon
enough.”
	Admonished, Scott removed his hand. 
Christine leaned forward and brought her now
hanging breasts to within his reach.
	“If you need to play with something, try
these.”  the older woman grinned.
	Closing his hands around the offered
mounds, Scott noted that they weren’t as firm as
Suzie’s.  On the other hand, he couldn’t imagine her
offering them to him in this way.
	The other comparison he couldn’t help
making was against those of her sister’s.  In that
instance there was no contest.  An image on the
television could never compete against the solid
reality in his hands.
	After a few minutes, Christine shifted her
position and lifted her breasts so they were level
with his face.  Scott lifted himself into a sitting
position and wrapped his arms around the half naked
woman.  He reached down and took the closest
nipple into his mouth.  The fragrance of her perfume
was even stronger from the valley between her
mounds.  Something he had never encountered on a
girl before.
	Scott rolled his tongue round and round the
dark rings, alternately taking the hard nibs into his
mouth.  By the time he’d shifted to the other side,
Christine had decided that the young man had a
distinct talent.  She again took hold of the side of his
face and pulled it hard between her breasts. Taking
hold of each bouncing mound, she pressed them
against his cheeks.  She rubbed them back and forth,
allowing him to savor the mix of sweat, sex and
perfume that was forming there.
	“My turn.”  she giggled as she broke their
embrace and slid her fingers under the edge of his
bright yellow T-shirt.  
	Her fingers slid up against his soft young
flesh, taking the shirt with them.  Only a soft film of
light brown hair covered his chest, barely visible
against the light skin.  Lifting the material above his
own small nipples, she traced her long slender
fingers against them.
	The effect on Scott was instantaneous, it felt
good.  He’d never really considered his own breasts
as an erotic area, it was a pleasant surprise. The
graceful tune played on his body by Christine’s
talented fingers was nothing compared to the virtual
symphony that erupted when they were replaced by
her even more skillful tongue and mouth.
	“If this is how it feels when a girl has her tits
sucked, it’s no wonder Susie loves it so much.” 
Scott thought, even as he admitted he’d never ask a
girl to do this for him.
	Christine continued to kiss and lick her way
down his chest, along his midsection and then finally
to the top of his pants.  Nimble fingers deftly undid
first his belt and then slowly pulled down the well
oiled zipper.  Then with a tug against his Levi’s, she
pulled them down as well.
	The last remnants of her bright red lipstick
formed the outline of soft lips as she kissed his
young manhood right through the white cotton of
his fruit of the looms.  The blonde grabbed the
elastic waistband of his briefs with her teeth and
pulled away the last barrier.  
	Scott’s hard cock sprang upward to it’s full
7” height, oozing a small drop of whiteness from it’s
tip.  Christine reached across it with her tongue and
swept it clean.  The sudden wet touch caused Scott
to jump, a brief taste of the feast to follow.
	Seconds later the young man felt his entire
cock engulfed in that same wetness as it quickly
disappeared deep into the recesses of Christine’s
mouth.  Her tongue played a lively melody as it
worked it’s way up and down it’s length.  Scott
could only lay back and sigh in response.  
	It wasn’t the young man’s first experience
with oral sex, but he quickly decided it was the best. 
Not even the hooker who’d gone down on him at his
older brother’s bachelor party had been this good. 
Hesitantly, he reached down and took hold of the
back of her short blonde locks and held her head in
place.  
	Christine was now sucking him with a
renewed vitality, sending sensations through his
body that he could feel in his fingertips.  It wouldn’t
take much to cause Scott to explode. Every lick of
her tongue, every brush of her lips, pushed him
closer and closer to the edge.  
	Cupping his balls in her tender hand,
Christine squeezed them softly.  The she clamped
her fingers around the base of his cock, preventing
him from ejaculating.  This of course had the
reaction of making Scott want to come even more. 
Still it was an incredible sensation.
	Finally, Christine released her hold on his ball
sac and felt the rush of hot cum erupt from them - a
second before it began to shoot into her mouth and
throat.  She deep throated his cock, catching every
spurt of salty cum. 
	After what seemed like an endless supply of 
manjuice, his cock began to soften and Christine let
it slip from her mouth.  She wiped her lips with her
tongue, catching the few drops with had escaped
her.
	“I take it you enjoyed that?”  she smirked.
	Scott simple grinned in return.  He was still
too lost in the euphoric release he’d just had to even
form words.
	“Now it’s your turn.”  Christine beamed as
she leaned back against the other end of the back
seat and spread her legs.
	Thinking that she wanted him to fuck her,
Scott looked down at his semi-flaccid cock.  Even as
young and vital as he was, it was going to be a little
while before he could perform that action.
	“No, not with that.”  she smiled as she
looked down at the last shiny resides that still clung
to his manhood. “At least not yet.”  she added with
the promise of what would come later.
	It didn’t take a lot for Scott to realize that
his new found  lover wanted him to service her
orally just as she had done him. 
	 The only problem was that he’d never even
tried that before.  In fact, as far as he knew, none of
his friends had ever done it.  They all regularly
compared notes as to what girl did what.  One thing
that they all agree on was that the idea of going
down on a girl was totally gross.
	Well it was time to put up or shut up.
Slightly hesitant, Scott leaned forward and lifted her
legs further apart.  Lifting the hem of Christine’s
dress, he was greeted with three surprises.  First was
that she wasn’t wearing any panties.  Second,
instead of the large shaggy bush he’d come to
expect there was only a tiny fuzz around a bright
pink opening.  Finally, what little hair there was
there was a dark brown, proving that she wasn’t a
natural blonde after all.

	Scott stared for a few seconds at the smooth
pussy barely two inches beneath him.  It was his first
real look at a woman's sex. In the past he’d only
been concerned with making sure his cock found the
hole.
		"Well?"  Christine asked, snapping
Scott's mind back from it's wandering.
	 Since Scott's hands were still holding her
legs apart, Christine reached down with one hand
and parted her cunt lips.  Lifting his head as far as he
could, Scott began to lick away as fast as he could.  
	Christine could tell it was his first experience
licking a woman.  His tongue was all over the place,
but occasionally he would hit the right spot. She
gently took  hold of his head and began to guide him
to her most receptive spots.  
	"Easy..."  She whispered as she lifted herself
so that her open cunt now rested against his eager
mouth.  "Just take it nice and slow, let your tongue
glide in and out."
	Finally Scott began to follow her instructions
and began to be rewarded with his first tastes of a
woman.  The taste was sweet, something that
would’ve surprised his friends. Scott quickly decided
that delicious would be a much better description. 
He wondered if Suzie would taste so good, that is
he had the nerve to suggest to her that they try this.
	"That's better..."  Christine said as she arched
back and enjoyed the feel of his tongue inside her. 
"Nice and steady.”
	Rubbing her now well lubricated cunt back
and forth over Scott's face, Christine soon covered
his lips with a thin layer of girljuice.  As she lifted
him off her, she couldn't resist kissing him and
licking it off.
	"Mmmm"  She purred as her tongue brushed
against his and she could taste her own sex in his
mouth.  
	She reached down and closed her fingers
around his cock.  To her delight, it was again rock
solid.  She gave it a playful tug and still holding it,
lifted him off of her.
	“Sit up.” Christine said in a voice that said it
was more a command than a request.
	Easing Scott against the firm back of the
seat, Christine straddled him.  Still keeping a firm
grip on his cock, she guided him into her. The soft
wet pressure against his cock felt great to Scott as
her pussy swallowed his full length effortlessly.  She
was so lubricated there was absolutely no resistance,
a new concept to his somewhat limited experience.
	Taking a firm grip on each of his shoulders,
Christine began to gently rise and fall on his cock. 
Her breasts began to sway in the night air as she
began to pace herself to the beat of a unseen
drummer.  Her hips began to gyrate with each added
thrust, sending additional waves of pleasure through
Scott’s captive cock and from there across his body.  
	“Oh God!” Scott gasped as the woman
above him began to move faster and faster.
	One thought managed to find it’s way
through the misty haze of joy that was erupting from
his every nerve.  She was fucking him, not the other
way around.  It was obvious that she was totally in
control.  Later, much later, it would give him a lot to
think about.
	Looking in her deep blue eyes, Scott saw a
raging lust that was almost scary.  Words couldn’t
describe the sensations he was feeling, or the way
they grew in intensity.  Each sudden thrust of her
body created a suction that drew the very life out of
his young manhood. 
	Try as he could, Scott couldn’t keep up with
the possessed woman.  In the end, he simply decided
to sit there and enjoy it.  As far as she was
concerned, only the cock inside of her existed.  The
rest of simply an attachment. 
	Christina knew that Scott couldn’t last much
longer, and this time there would be no tricks to
delay his eruption.  She could feel the tenseness of
his body and knew from experience that he was
about to let loose. 
	  Lifting herself higher so that his cock nearly
fell out of her, she drove herself down on it with a
fury.  Up again she raised and then down with the
same abandon.  Twice more was all it took as she
felt the first hot burst erupt inside her.
	Slamming her body down upon him,
Christine grabbed his arms and pulled him to her. 
Her mouth sought out his and she kissed him
passionately while his seed spread within her. 
Holding him pressed tightly  against her, she
continued to pump his still firm cock until his balls
had been squeezed of every  last drop of that
beautiful white cream.  	
	Finally it was done and her hot, sweat
covered body collapsed upon his.  Too exhausted to
even lift herself, she just laid there, his cock still
within her.  Eventually it began to shrink to its
pre-aroused state and slipped from within her.  So
drained were they both, that after closing their eyes
for a moment, they both drifted off to sleep.
	
	Sunlight replaced moonlight by the time
Scott again opened his eyes.  Christine was still
laying half-naked on top of him.  Gently he nudged
her awake.  
	“Good morning.”  She said as she lifted
herself off of him and pulled up the top of her dress.
“It looked like it going to be a beautiful day.”
	Scott was perplexed by her casual attitude at
waking up in the middle of nowhere.  It was like it
was something she did all the time.  At least she
didn’t have to explain to her parents where she was
all night.  
	“It’s only 5:30,”  Scott said as he looked at
his watch.  “If we hurry, I can get home before my
family gets up.”
	“Then we’d better get it in gear.”  Christine
said with enthusiasm.
	Jumping into the front seat, Christine keyed
the ignition and pressed down on the gas pedal.  The
engine roared to life and she had the car in reverse
before Scott had even settled into the passenger
seat.
	“Better buckle up,”  she warned as they sped
out of the clearing.  “This may be a quick, bumpy
ride.”
	That proved to be an understatement as they
roared down the country road at a speed that Scott
found unnerving.  Through it all, Christine handled
the powerful machine like an expert.  Twenty five
minutes later, they were pulling up in front of
Scott’s house.
	To his relief, Scott saw that the morning
paper was on the porch.  A good sign that his
parents were still in bed.  He had made it.
	Turning to Christine, he suddenly realized
that he had absolutely no idea what to say.  His
mouth opened but no words came out.
	“It’s OK.”  she said as she placed a raised
finger against his lips.  “You don’t have to say
anything.”
	Taking her finger way, she leaned over and
gave him a quick light kiss on the lips.
	“I meant what I said last night.”  she began. 
“What happened between us stays between those
trees.” the older woman added with a beaming
smile.
	Those words were reassuring to the young
man as the reality of just what he had actually done
began to actually sink in.
	“If however you care to take it any further,
at least until you go away to school in the fall, well
we can see what we can do.”  the blonde continued. 
“I may not have any need for a baby-sitter, but I’m
sure that old house I bought could do with some
yard work and such.”
	Scott didn’t know what to answer, too much
was happening at once.  Christine seemed to sense
this and said.
	“You don’t have to answer now, just think
about it.  Now get going before everyone wakes
up.”
	Scott was had already opened the car door
and was about to step out when a thought popped
into his head.  He paused and asked Christine a
question.
	“Are you going back to your sister’s house
anytime soon?”  he asked.
	“Actually, I’m going to have dinner there
tomorrow....that is tonight.”  she replied.
	“Can you do me a favor?”
	“Of course, sweetheart.” came a quick reply.
	“I was watching a video last night when you
all came home.”  he said.  “I...er...didn’t get a
chance to rewind it and I was wondering if you
could.”
	“No big deal.”  Christine said. “But why all
this fuss about some movie.  Do Diane and Sam
deduct a rewind fee from your salary?”  she laughed.
	“Well it wasn’t a video I was supposed to be
watching.  It was in the adult draw.”  he confessed.
	“No problem, love.” Christine smiled. “I’ll
take care of it.”
	“It’s all the way in the back of the draw, it
doesn’t have a label, but it’s a white tape, all the rest
are black.”  
	“A white tape?”  she repeated.
	“Yeh, all the way in the back.”  he also
repeated.
	Christine seemed lost in thought for a few
seconds then asked her young lover. 
	“Scott, this wouldn’t have been a sort of
amatuer adult tape would it?”     
	“You’ve seen it?”  Scott asked, drawing the
obvious conclusion.
	“I can’t believe Sam still has that tape.”  she
said to herself, almost forgetting that Scott was
there.  “And he has the balls to keep it in the house.”
	Now it was Scott’s turn to be a little
confused.  What was wrong with a couple having a
tape of themselves. After all, they normally kept it
locked up.
	“Seen it?”  Christine said, finally reacting to
Scott’s question.  “Honey, you didn’t for a minute
think that was Diane in that video, did you?”   
	“Oh shit!”  Scott said under his breath as he
made the connection.  
	Without another word, Scott was out of the
car and on the way up the walk.  He was halfway
there when Christine called out to him.
	“And Scott, my friends call me CC” she
called out with the brightest smile of the morning.
	As the door closed behind him and Scott
knew he was safe, he finally had a chance to think.
He glanced out the window just in time to see the
blue convertible pulling away.
	“CC, huh.”  he said to himself.  “Maybe yard
work wouldn’t be so bad after all.”


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