Message-ID: <28073asstr$977998203@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <3A494AFF.7067@az.com> From: jennyrosario Reply-To: jrose@chickmail.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Subject: {ASSM} New Story--The Babysitter, part 1 Date: Thu, 28 Dec 2000 05:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, gill-bates, dennyw This is a fantasy. Please don't repost this story without my written consent. Thank you. Let me know what you think Enjoy! The Babysitter, Part 1 by jennyrosario Amanda took one last look in the mirror. At seventeen, Amanda had a definite look. She wore her raven-colored hair shoulder length and straight usually parted nearly down the middle. Her hair complemented some would say her rather striking hazel eyes. Color came easily to her cheeks, so often she had a healthy pink glow even without any makeup. She did like to dress up and would often highlight her eyes and lips. She was average height and a little skinny. She stepped back to check out her profile and was pleased to see how much her breasts stood out even in this conservative top. It wasn't like she had a huge bust, 34Bs, but on her frame she thought she looked good! She decided she would wear a little bit of makeup but otherwise she would keep on the just above-the-knee skirt and matching top with her pantyhose. After all she was just going to be babysitting some little brat and she didn't need to impress anyone. Her mom's friend had called up at the last minute desperate for someone to look after her daughter Sandy. Apparently the mother was starting some night class and her usual babysitter had been confused over the dates. If things went well tonight Amanda might have a regular job, two nights a week and an odd weekend, looking after this Sandy girl. Amanda didn't really like babysitting little kids, but the mother was willing to pay very well. That was another good thing; though it was just the mother and daughter, they were very well off. Amanda thought that that couldn't be a bad thing. Unless the little girl was really spoiled. All these thoughts were going through Amanda's mind as she finished her makeup and prepared to leave. "You call me if any problems arise," called out Amanda's mother. They lived just a couple blocks apart--another positive, thought Amanda. "Ok, Mom, I should be home around ten," Amanda said as she breezed out the door. When she got to the house, her first surprise appeared at the door. Sandy was not some little kid but a teenager or at least she looked like one. She was shorter than Amanda by a good four inches, an average weight though, not skinny or heavy. Like her name she had sandy-colored hair that was a little longer than Amanda's, kind of wavy, which she parted down the middle. Amanda noticed her blue eyes and full red lips. But what drew her attention most was this girl's body. Though she looked young (was she still in grade school, wondered Amanda), she definitely had a mature figure. She had curves that showed even under the jeans and sweatshirt she was wearing as she stood at the door. "Hi, I'm the babysitter, my name's Amanda." "Oh, hi, I'm Sandy," she said shyly. Then she called out, "Mom, Amanda's here!" Sandy's mother strode up to the door. "Good, hello, do come in," she said in one breath. "I'm running late so I'll let Sandy give you the house tour. I'm so glad you could come on such short notice. I hope this works out. My class is over at 9:30, so I should be back by ten easily. The emergency numbers are on the fridge. Help yourself to any food. Sandy will show you. Any questions?" "Bedtime?" Amanda asked, then she immediately wished she hadn't when she caught Sandy's eye. "Oh, I think Sandy's old enough to still be up when I get home. I wanted you to be here--I just didn't think she was quite old enough to be alone in the evenings. After all she is only thirteen. You do have homework, don't you, dear?" "Yeah, I have some, but not a lot tonight," Sandy replied. She was looking with great interest at Amanda. "Ok, I've got to run. Have a nice night." After the mother left there was an awkward silence until they heard the car drive off. "Shall I show you around?" Sandy asked somewhat timidly. "Sure. What grade are you in?" asked Amanda. "Seventh." Sandy gave her the full tour. Amanda noted the swimming pool in the back yard and the fully stocked kitchen. She liked the spaciousness of the downstairs. There was a family room with a huge entertainment center. Then Sandy took her upstairs. Sandy's mom's room was large with double walk in closets. One of them was open and Amanda saw that it was packed. "Wow, your mom has lots of clothes." "That's not all of them either!" Sandy exclaimed. She opened the other closet. "Mom's crazy over clothes and shoes." Amanda's eyes opened wide. "And you should see her makeup! In here," Sandy called. It was a bathroom off of the master bedroom. "You get your own bathroom?" Amanda asked. "Yep," Sandy responded happy to impress this older girl. "Let's see your room," Amanda said. Sandy had a room almost as big as her mom's with clothes spilling out of closet and dressers. "I need to clean my room," was all Sandy said. Amanda wanted to see the kinds of clothes Sandy had. "You sure do," she said. Amanda was very careful with her own clothes. "Why don't you do some now? I'll keep you company." "Ok," Sandy said surprisingly cheerfully. Meanwhile, as they talked about school and boys and music as Sandy picked up a dress here, some jeans there, Amanda was thinking. This could be kind of fun. Sandy had all these clothes and probably could buy whatever she wanted. She had what Amanda was guessing was a very curvy body for a thirteen-year-old. It would be fun to dress her in the latest styles and she what she would look like. Maybe get her to wear a little makeup. Maybe even get her to buy some more grownup things. She could be Amanda's Barbie doll! A living doll for her to dress up. Things were turning out better than what she'd thought just an hour ago. "Show me some of your favorite clothes," Amanda said. Sandy was only too happy to have her babysitter's attention. She didn't get too much attention from her mom, her being so busy with work and now the evening classes. Sometimes she was home alone after school every day of the week. She pulled out some tops and jeans, a couple of skirts and one dress, none of which impressed Amanda all that much. "Put on that blue skirt for me," Amanda said, "I want to see how it looks on you." It was pleated and Amanda thought it might hang nicely over Sandy's hips. Instead it was too long for Amanda's taste and ended up looking kind of old-fashioned. She wrinkled her nose. Sandy noticed. "I have this other one," Sandy said pointing to a pink skirt that looked like it would at least fall above the knees. "Ok, let's see that one." It was better as it was more form fitting and came to about an inch above her knees. "Sandy, what if I gave you some tips on what clothes to buy?" Amanda pushed forward. "On Thursday, we could head out to the mall and look at some things. You'd have to get your homework done before I got here." "That would be super!" Sandy said. She was somewhat in awe of this high school girl. "Do you have any money to buy clothes?" Amanda asked. "Oh, yeah, my mom gives me whatever I need. In fact she's been after me lately to get some new things." "Good. When I come for a weekend to babysit, we'll really have some time to work on your wardrobe. Until then I will ask you to get some things on your own. Now, let's see your undies." "What?!" Sandy exclaimed. Laughing, Amanda said, "No, not what you're wearing, silly. Your undies drawer. What a girl wears underneath is just as important, maybe more so, than what she wears for every one to see." "Oh, ok," Sandy was relieved and moved to her chest of drawers. All kinds of things were still spilling out. "Why don't you tidy them up as you show them to me?" First Sandy pulled out her panties and showed them to Amanda. As she expected they were white or pastel cotton, mostly briefs, though Sandy had a few bikini panties with little designs. Then she held up her bras. They were all just one step away from training bras, cotton or nylon, and very supportive. She had one jogging bra, Amanda noticed. "What size do you wear?" Amanda queried. "32C", Sandy said. Amanda was impressed. "What kinds of tights or hose do you have?" Amanda asked. These were in the bottom drawer. Sandy pulled out mostly leggings and knee socks. She had one pair of pantyhose--"I wear these for dress up occasions"--and one pair still in a package. "Hmmm," Amanda was thinking. "We have a lot to do. From now on when I come to babysit you, I want you to dress for me. Wait `til I get here and your mom leaves. I want this to be a surprise for her. But you can get ready by showering and doing your nails. Yes, we're starting from scratch! For this Thursday, just put on some clear nail polish and your skirt and top that you like. Have them ready for when I get here. Also, and again, do this after I get here, put on a little lip gloss. Then we'll zip on over to the mall and start looking at all the possibilities. We won't have much time to buy anything cuz we want to be back by 9:30 when your mom gets home. But it'll be a start. I'll make sure to borrow the car, and maybe I'll dress to show off a few things for you. How does that sound?" "Oh, Amanda, this will be so much fun!" Sandy said. At that moment they heard a sound from downstairs. "Yoo-hoo," it was Sandy's mom. The whole evening had passed. "We're in my room," called Sandy. "Well, I am impressed!" Sandy's mom said as she entered her daughter's clean room. "You will come back on Thursday?" "You bet!" Amanda said as she turned and winked at Sandy. They both smiled thinking about what was to come. * * * * * "Yes, dear, is anything wrong?" Mrs. Berensohn, Sandy's mother, had just been been put through to her daughter. "No, Mom, I was just wondering how to do a load of laundry. You showed me once but I forgot," Sandy said blithely. Though initially she was surprised by the question, Mrs. Berensohn breathed a sigh of relief that her daughter was alright. Or was she? Wanting to do a load of laundry? She quickly ran through the steps before Sandy changed her mind and hung up still shaking her head in disbelief. It was Wednesday afternoon and Sandy was making sure to be prepared for tomorrow's visit from her babysitter. She laundered everything she would need as per Amanda's request. On Thursday Sandy could hardly concentrate on school work. As soon as she got home she showered, and, dressed in her robe, worked on her nails. Then she dutifully did her homework and was just finishing when her mom got home and heated up some dinner. She was still in her robe when Amanda arrived. With a kiss from her mom she was left with her babysitter. "Ok, I want to see you dressy and ready in fifteen minutes!" Amanda announced. Sandy bounded up the stairs and got ready. This gave Amanda a little time to check out the family room. Big screen TV. VCR. Nice stereo system. Even, it looked like, a video camera system. "I figure we need to find you some good places to check out regularly at the mall. I want to look for skirts and tops tonight. But we'll also go into the Victoria's Secret shop as well. That'll still leave shoes and we haven't even begun with makeup yet. What are your favorite colors?" Amanda quizzed her as they were driving to the mall. The first shop they went to was called `Hot Topic' and they looked at the array of short skirts and hip huggers. There were racks of stockings and tights, fishnets and body stockings. "There may be some things I'll want you to get here. This won't be the main place." The next place was called `Wet Seal'. Here they spent a long time. They had a great selection of animal prints, skirts of all kinds, even some dresses that Amanda admired. "Why don't you try on a few of these skirts? We want you to go home tonight with something!" They ended up with a tight black skirt that came to about three inches above her knees, a paisley, filmy skirt that was fuller but also short and a purple satin stretchy skirt that came to mid thigh. "So, what do you think?" Amanda asked as they walked out. "I love them!" was all Sandy could say. She was in kind of a daze of excitement. "Uh-oh, we've got to hurry," Amanda sped up. "We have time for one more stop and it has to be the lingerie shop." When they got there Amanda said,"It's time you completely changed your undies." Amanda had this way of making announcements that caught Sandy off guard. "Oh, you mean I need a new wardrobe of underwear?" she said after a few moments. "Yes," Amanda said immediately. "You need these over here," taking her to a table of satin bikinis. "And some of these," holding up a pair of thongs. "And don't be afraid to get matching sets of panties and bras. And as for bras you have to get several Wonderbras--your figure will really be enhanced with them. And some sheer ones with and without underwire. And at least several demibras. They will look fantastic on you!" Sandy's head was spinning but she took it all in. "So you know where to go? I'm giving you an assignment for over the weekend. You've got to come here because I want you dressed in your new clothes top to bottom next Tuesday. Ok?" "Yeah, sure," Sandy said. "Look at the time! We've got to get you back home," Amanda said as she drug Sandy out of the store. They zipped home just in time to put Sandy's purchases away, bound down the stairs, and greet her mom as she returned from her class. "See you next Tuesday!" Amanda said to Sandy as she scooted out the door. * * * Amanda called Sandy the next afternoon. "You know that when you shop for panties they need to fit you very well, so if you're wondering, go with the smaller size." Amanda continued with shopping instructions for her new charge. Sandy for her part was thrilled to have this attention; she hadn't expected to talk to Amanda today. Her call got her to planning her shopping trip tomorrow in even greater detail. After hanging up, she told her mom, "I'm going to need some money for clothes. I want to buy a bunch of new stuff!" "All right, dear, how much will you need?" "Three hundred maybe will cover it. I want to get skirts and underwear." "Ok. If you need more call from the store and I'll see what I can do," her mom said. Sandy was all set. In the end Sandy did have to call her mom from Victoria's Secret. Since her mom had an account there arrangements were quickly made, and Sandy came home with bags of new things. When Tuesday finally arrived she had tried everything on at least twice and had it all laid out for Amanda's inspection when the doorbell rang. "I'll get it!" Sandy called out. Her mom was still getting ready for her class. At the door Amanda gave her a package and said, "As soon as your mom goes, start with this pink nail polish and eye shadow. Then put on your first new outfit and come downstairs. I'll wait for you in the family room." Sandy raced upstairs with the cosmetics. She said goodbye to her mom and went to work. "I may be a little late tonight. Is that ok?" Mrs. Berensohn asked Amanda. "I think so. How late is late?" "Probably 10:30." "Yeah, that's ok. I brought plenty of homework. Does that mean Sandy should go to bed before you get home?" "Oh, yes, if you can see that she's in bed by around ten." "Sure," Amanda said. "One more thing. The first workshop that I mentioned is the weekend after this coming one. Can you stay here then? I'll pay you three hundred dollars if you could be here right after school on Friday and stay `til around three on Sunday afternoon. Of course there would be food here stocked for the weekend." "Yes, I can do that." One of the attractions to the job even before Amanda knew Sandy's age was the money she would make on these weekends of babysitting. "Good, then it's settled. Have a good evening." "Study hard!" Amanda said pleasantly. No sooner had Mrs. Berensohn driven away then down the stairs came Sandy. She bounded into the family room twirling and showing off. As she came to rest, Amanda took in the transformation. She had put on a pink, pleated satin skirt and a white, short-sleeved cotton blouse. Her nails looked nice with the outfit, but she'd hurried through putting on her eye shadow. Still there was great potential here, thought Amanda. Now she had to get her used to this next part. "You look nice!" she said with real warmth. "Did you get any new underwear like I asked?" "Oh yeah!" "Let's see. Just unbutton your blouse part way." Amanda said it in such a nonchalant way that Sandy didn't hesitate. She was excited to show off her fancy new bra. "Wow, did you get it at Victoria's Secret?" "Yeah, I got all my undies there!" "Let's see your panties, do they match?" Sandy lifted up her skirt. She had chosen a matching cotton floral bikinis and triangle bra set. "Cool! Now let's go up and work on your makeup some." So they spent the next hour in front of Sandy's mirror. Amanda was jealous of her having her own bathroom. Amanda had brought her whole makeup collection and very patiently showed her secrets with eye shadow, mascara and lipsticks. She also made Sandy write down supplies she should get to have her own collection. After the hour, they both looked in the mirror. Sandy was starting to look very dreamy, thought Amanda. "It's so important to go to bed though with your face absolutely clean. So don't forget to write down those cleansing supplies too. Now let's see what else you bought." Sandy started to show her, but Amanda said, "No, you have to model them for me. I'll wait downstairs." This time she was wearing a black short and rather tight skirt and a leopard print top. The top was tight enough to accentuate Sandy's breasts. With the addition of her makeup she was starting to look hot, Amanda thought. "There's something missing..." Amanda started. Sandy's face fell, but Amanda said, "No, don't get me wrong, this is a great outfit. You're looking so grown up. It's your legs. They're bare. Come here," and Amanda motioned her to come next to her. "Let me feel your legs," and she did before Sandy could react. "Just as I thought. Ok, you have a lot to do for Thursday. First, what's missing is hose. You need to be wearing hose. Black would look so great with this outfit. But you're going to need to shave your legs. Have you ever done that before?" "Yeah, but not in awhile. I was mostly just messing around," Sandy said a little embarrassed. "Well, from now on, you need to keep your legs silky smooth. I'll give you some stuff that will help. For Thursday just make sure to soak yourself in a nice warm bath and use a new razor, ok?" Before Sandy could answer Amanda continued, "And you need to get some nice sheer pantyhose. Can you go to Victoria's Secret again? Before Thursday?" "Sure!" Sandy quickly said. "Good, now show me your undies." This time Sandy didn't hesitate to pull off her top. she really wanted to show her this pair. She skimmed out of her skirt as well and stood in front of her babysitter. She wore a boy-cut brief and matching bra in black satin. "Wow, these are fantastic! How do they feel?" Amanda noticed that the satin briefs were nice and tight. "Turn around for me." As Sandy turned her tight ass shown in the lights on the glossy underwear. "They feel so good!" Sandy replied. "Did you get anything else?" "Just some more underwear," Sandy said. "He he he, ok, let's continue with the underwear modeling!" The rest of the clothes that Sandy modeled for Amanda were nice though not as striking as the black satin set. "Didn't I ask you to get some thong undies, too?" Amanda asked as Sandy turned to go. "Uh, yeah, and I did, but I was a little embarrassed to show them to you." "Oh, come on, I'm your `fashion adviser', there should be no secrets from me!" Amanda chided. "Ok, I guess," and Sandy went to change. When she came back she was wearing her nightgown. Sensing her hesitancy, Amanda said, "Ok, just pull up your gown and I'll check `em out." Sandy did what she was told, albeit slowly. "Hmm," Amanda said. "Now turn." The thong looked good on her, really good, thought Amanda. Her butt cheeks were full and round. The thong fit tightly and disappeared into the crack of her ass. But Amanda soon saw why Sandy was hesitant. "More homework, Sandy," she said with a grin. "You'll have to trim your pubes. Then these will look great and feel better too." "My what?" Sandy asked. "Your hair down there, your pubic hairs." Again Amanda was so matter-of -fact that Sandy accepted her direction immediately. "Just use some sharp scissors. It'll be good for when you wear a real bikini anyways. Ok, now off to clean your face, brush your teeth and into bed. Your mom will be home really soon, and you were supposed to be in bed fifteen minutes ago!" Sandy dropped her gown and gave Amanda a big hug. "Thank you so much for tonight! It's been so much fun!" Then she gave her babysitter a big kiss on the cheek and ran off to bed. Amanda had just settled in to some history homework when Sandy's mother drove up. "Everything ok?" Mrs. Berensohn said as she came into the family room. "Everything's just great!" Amanda said. "I'll see you Thursday." * * * By Thursday Amanda had done some shopping as she well hoped that Sandy had. When she rang the doorbell she not only had some supplies for Sandy to use on her legs but some hose in Sandy's size and a few surprises as well. She wanted to get on with this dressing of her `protege'. Sandy answered the door, excited as ever, and Amanda gave her some purple sparkly nail polish to use for tonight. Sandy said goodbye to her mom and went straight to her room to dress for Amanda. After Mrs. Berensohn drove away, Amanda came up and gave Sandy the stuff she'd promised to bring. "I'll wait downstairs for your entrance," Amanda encouraged. Sandy had worked on her makeup constantly since Tuesday. She'd chosen a striking blue eye shadow, and, upon seeing the nail polish that Amanda had given her, a lipstick that was purplish to match her nails. She took longer this time and the effect was dramatic as she made her entrance. She was wearing the pink pleated skirt again, but this time with black fairly sheer pantyhose and a black top. Her makeup just set off the whole outfit. "Oh my, you look divine!" said Amanda. "From now on you will always wear hose for me. Come over here. I have some surprises." They sat down together on the couch and Amanda pulled out what she had bought for Sandy. "These are stockings, several different colors, and here is a garter belt which should fit you. These feel so nice sometimes. I bought them extra sheer so be very careful when you put them on--they're awfully easy to run. In fact on most occasions I use gloves to put them on. They're expensive, the more sheer they are, and gloves like these work really well." She handed Sandy a pair of sheer nylon gloves. "Now I don't want you to try them on tonight cuz I want you to use the supplies I brought you for keeping your legs very smooth. Ok?" "Yeah, sure," Sandy responded, amazed at how much she was learning from Amanda. "Where did you get these stockings?" "I ordered some of them special cuz they're hard to find in regular stores, even Victoria's. I'll give you the addresses. Some you can order online. Will your mom let you do that?" "Oh, sure, she's already let me get stuff online." "Good. But there's also one place in the mall. Remember `Wet Seal'? Well, right next to them is a place called `The Company' that gets in nice stockings especially from Europe. That's where you should go." "Cool!" Sandy was feeling so grown up. "Do you have any heels?" Amanda asked. "Well, I have two pair. Do you want to see them? My mom has so many pairs of shoes!" Sandy said almost as an afterthought. "Oh, really?" Amanda perked up. "Can I see them?" Amanda loved shoes. She was secretly hoping they would fit her. "Sure, I'll get mine too." When Amanda had seen Sandy's shoes, she said, "Those are cool. We need to get you some more pairs, with higher heels and I like open toes." "Ok," it seemed like Sandy was agreeable with whatever Amanda suggested. When they got to her mom's room, Amanda gasped at the selection. She jumped up and down when she saw that they were her size. This made her curious about the rest of Mrs. Berensohn's wardrobe. But that could wait. "Let's do some stepping out!" Amanda said. "Huh?" was all Sandy could say before Amanda had tried on a pair of Mrs. Berensohn's shoes and headed downstairs to the stereo. "What music do you have?" Amanda asked. Sandy wanted to impress her so she got her favorite CD and put it on. "All right!" and Amanda started dancing. She had worn a short skirt and hose to encourage Sandy. With Mrs. Berensohn's heels she felt especially hot and pulled Sandy in to the center of the room to dance. Sandy was glad to join in and she soon let the total experience--being dressed up, made up and in the presence of this cool high school girl--wash over her as she danced. After they'd danced awhile, Amanda stopped the music. "It's getting close to the time your mom will come home. You look so cool! Don't forget what I told you. Now over the weekend can you find some shoes like I described?" "Yeah, I love trying on shoes!" "Good. You know that we will have a weekend together soon? I'm really planning on us doing a lot for your `look' over that weekend. Ok?" "I can't wait!" Sandy had been thinking about it ever since her mom had told her. "Good! So go get ready for bed. Make sure you clean your face super good. You can leave the nail polish on. It looks really good. You're getting to be quite a professional already!" Sandy was so happy when she heard that. She loved pleasing Amanda. Not long after Mrs. Berensohn came home. "So we're all set for next weekend?" "Yes, I'll be here Friday afternoon." "Good. Tell me, dear, what food you like so I can be sure to have it for you." Amanda gave her some things she really liked, but she was thinking of other treats she might get that weekend. On Tuesday afternoon, Amanda called ahead to Sandy to tell her to have her nails done before she got there. "Your mom is not saying anything this week about you wearing nail polish, is she?" "Nope, she hasn't noticed," Sandy answered. "Good, then you should do your nails before hand. You remember that I want you to wear hose when I am there, right?" "Oh, god, yes," Sandy said quickly. It was all she could think about. It was so new to feel the silky sensation and her legs so bare. She loved it! "Ok, I'll bring another surprise tonight. See you soon!" For the first time when Sandy presented herself to Amanda after Sandy's mom had left, Sandy looked properly dressed. Her makeup was very subtlely done and she wore a great pair of pantyhose with a short skirt and her other heels. She strutted and vamped for Amanda who felt almost underdressed for the first time. Then Amanda gave her the surprise--six packages of thigh high stockings, the sheerest kind she could find, in black, red, purple, white and tan. Two pairs of black ones of course. She gave her all kinds of instructions on when it was best to wear pantyhose, thigh highs or stockings and ended her instructions with saying, "Unless I say differently you should just assume that you should wear pantyhose for when I am coming over." "Ok," Sandy said. For Thursday Amanda made her change into the garter belt and stockings. While Sandy did that Amanda had time to go into Mrs. Berensohn's closet and check out her wardrobe. There were many dresses that Amanda was interested in trying on. She also checked Mrs. Berensohn's drawers of underwear and was amazed to see all kinds of sexy things. Then she peeked into her rows of shoes and realized this coming weekend would be a great dress up weekend for the both of them. "Ok, so I'll be here tomorrow when you get home from school. The first thing I want you to do when you get home is take a shower and get all shaved and smooth. Then we'll have a modeling session like you wouldn't believe!" "I can't wait!" Sandy said. "But you mom mustn't know about any of this! Ok?" "Yeah, this is cool!" Sandy said. "You look great in these stockings, by the way," Amanda said as she stooped down and felt Sandy's stocking covered leg. She went so far as to bring her hand up to the place where the hose was attached to the garter belt. For a moment Sandy was dizzy from the caress. It was the most sensuous thing she had ever felt! Before she could say anything though Amanda said, "You better go get ready for bed, your mom will be home soon." And that was the last Sandy heard from Amanda before the fateful weekend began. * * * Amanda was late getting to Sandy's house on Friday. Mrs. Berensohn had begun to get worried. However this gave Sandy a chance to take her shower before Amanda even arrived. Amanda had wanted to pick up some things especially for the weekend and all that running around had taken a bit longer that she'd expected. But she finally was ringing the doorbell at four o'clock, and Mrs. Berensohn breathed a big sigh of relief. "Call me, please, next time you might be late. In fact I'm going to give you a cell phone to use for this weekend. You'll beable to reach me day or night," Mrs. Berensohn said as she flew out the door. "Numbers are on the fridge!" "'Bye, Mrs. Berensohn! See you on Sunday!" Amanda called as Sandy's mother barreled out of the driveway. Amanda immediately took her stuff to Mrs. Berensohn's room. Her heart was pounding at the thought of living like Mrs. Berensohn for the whole weekend. She decided that she would try one of Mrs. Berensohn's silky underwear sets right away. She chose a satin embroidered bra and bikini set in pink. She liked how the underwire cups made her titties stand out a bit more than usual. She put back on her own skirt and top thinking that she would wait to try on anything else after she'd inspected Sandy. Amanda had worn black thigh highs and low heeled shoes to school today. She had wanted to look nice for coming to the Berensohn's. Just then she heard Sandy calling her from the bathroom. When she got there and had given Sandy a `hello' peck on the cheek, Sandy asked, "I'm all ready to start the fashion show! What do you want me to wear first?" She had slipped on her bathrobe and was slightly flushed from the shower. Amanda thought she looked so sweet. Time to change that, she thought. "Good. Start with this nail polish," as she picked up a bottle called, `Memorable Violet'. "Remember, take your time with the first coat. Let it dry totally. Both on your fingers and toes. Two coats and then a clear cover coat. Ok?" "Gotcha," Sandy grinned. "Then your black thigh highs, just like mine," Amanda lifted her leg. "By the way did you shave like I told you and use the stuff I brought you? Feel my leg." "Oooh," she said as she tentatively stroked from Amanda's ankle to her knee. "Yes, I did everything like you said." "Ok, then a matching pair of panties and bra. Come out and show me when you've gotten that far," Amanda commanded. "I'll be doing some dressing up of my own. Your mom said I could check out her wardrobe." This wasn't exactly what Mrs. Berensohn had meant when she'd said that, but Amanda took no notice of it. Amanda was getting excited about what might lie ahead that evening. She had brought along a couple of videos. One for tonight was a fairly tame one about teenage girls trying to get a break in the fashion industry. There were lots of scenes of dressing and undressing, and several where the girls began to play with each other when they were trying on makeup and clothes. In the hottest scene they were at a lingerie shoot and there had been many delays so the young models had had a lot of time in the dressing rooms trying on various sexy items. Amanda couldn't wait to watch that with Sandy! Meanwhile she opened Mrs. Berensohn's closets. There was such a range of clothes! Amanda couldn't believe it! From mother-type fancy suits to mini dresses to cocktail dresses to even some rather kinky leather outfits. She decided on a mini dress that came to just below her stocking tops. It was satin and in a dark maroon floral print. She found a slip to go with it and after zipping up the dress she took a look at herself. It felt pleasantly tight and looked great on her. Some heels would perfectly complete the outfit. She walked down the stairs and into the family room with a sway that made her feel like a different person. Sandy still wasn't ready (she was beginning to learn to take as long as was needed), so Amanda checked out the home entertainment arrangement. It would be something looking at this video on such a large screen TV! Then she went into the kitchen, heels clicking on the linoleum--a sound she adored--and found a partially opened bottle of wine in the refrigerator. She was nearly eighteen and felt perfectly fine having a glass of wine before dinner. She poured herself a glass and went back upstairs to put on some different makeup. She wanted to darken her eyes for the evening and change the color of her lipstick. Mrs. Berensohn had a collection of makeup that would have made a professional jealous. Amanda was in heaven. Sandy came down and presented herself to Amanda. She still seemed a little flushed--or was that blush on her cheeks? Actually Sandy was so excited about everything that, though she had used a little blush already, her flush was really coming more from the pulsings within her. "I brought a movie to watch tonight. But we have to have a nice dinner first. You look so nice! Go put on your shortest skirt and a top that matches, your highest heels and finish your makeup. We'll fix a late dinner together and then watch the movie. Oh, and you know we're going to spend all day tomorrow shopping, don't you? So we can't stay up too late tonight!" Sandy practically jumped for joy and ran back upstairs to dress for the evening. The girls had a simple and delicious dinner meaning salad, pasta with a scrumptious basil tomato sauce and Parmesan cheese, garlic bread, and to go with it all, and for the special occasion, Amanda had another glass of the red wine and allowed Sandy to have just one glass. "Since you're looking so grown up and this would be common in France anyway, " Amanda had said as she poured the glass. Sandy found the wine kind of bitter--it was a merlot for her first tasting of wine--but after a couple of sips she started to feel all warm inside and the bitter- ness sort of faded. They did the least amount of cleanup and settled into the couch in the family room. Amanda snuck glances at Sandy and how hot she looked. The short skirt and her black stockings really looked great with her heels. Amanda thought how one of the places they would have to go tomorrow would be a place to get some real high heels. But as it was the ones she wore tonight managed to put a little sway in her hips. Sandy's top was ok. Amanda realized they would have to work in that department also. But Sandy's makeup and nails were fantastic! She practically looked like a model with her made-up eyes especially. And the lipstick made her lips look so kissable. Amanda had to keep telling herself to go slow with this one. As the video played the two girls gradually relaxed with each other. Sandy put her feet up and placed them on Amanda's lap. Amanda just naturally began to slowly stroke Sandy's ankles. Then her calves and lower legs. She loved the feel of Sandy's hose-covered legs. When it came to the scene where the girls were dressing for the lingerie shoot Sandy sat upright and close to Amanda. She watched very closely as the girls on the video got so bored and then playful. There was one part where they were helping each other put on bras, and they began playing this game of who could get another girls' nipples hard to show through the bra. Amanda noticed that Sandy was squirming a little and that her nipples had hardened up as well. Amanda put her arm around Sandy in a motherly way. Sandy cuddled up even more to her babysitter. "What did you think?" Amanda asked as the video ended. "Modeling looks like it would be fun," she replied. She was still being held by Amanda and Sandy put her arm around Amanda now. "I think you look so much like a model tonight. I want to go looking for more clothes for you tomorrow, plus I have a surprise that I'm going to buy for you." "I can't wait," Sandy said as she squeezed her babysitter and brought one of her legs over Amanda's outstretched legs. The sensation of Amanda's hosed leg and Sandy's touching practically sent Amanda through the roof. "Ok, so you have to get to bed, so we can get an early start. It's after eleven o'clock. Then tomorrow night we'll have quite a modeling session with everything we find." "Can we stay up really late tomorrow night, please?" "Gosh you ask so nicely, I don't see why not. Plus I have some other videos for us to watch if we have time. All the more reason to get to bed now!" Amanda said with a smile. "You're the best!" Sandy said and turned and kissed her on the lips. It was a brief but fervent kiss. It left Amanda dizzy though she didn't want to show it. Fortunately Sandy jumped up and ran off to the get ready for bed. Amanda was breathless and her heart was pounding. But that night she resisted getting herself off in anticipation for times to come. They woke, it seemed, practically at the same time, just after ten o'clock, which meant that the mall had already opened. They ate a fairly good breakfast in their nightclothes and then Amanda told Sandy what she should wear for their shopping day. "I want you to wear your white thigh highs and short heels, a medium length skirt and top and makeup to match your outfit," was all the direction she gave. But Sandy, who loved to create an ensemble from these directions, knew what to do. It only took her an hour to get ready. Amanda wore some more clothes from Mrs. Berensohn's collection. It had been particularly fun to choose what she would wear today. Amanda found a drawer full of teddies and bustiers that she just swooned over. There were even some merry widows. Amanda decided to wait on those for tonight. She chose a black slip that gave her a pushup bra type look. She added black thigh highs and a green silk mini dress with open toed high heels. Her makeup matched the green of her dress and she wore red lipstick to offset her outfit. As she looked at herself in the mirror she admired how hot she looked and thought how the two of them would like like the most stylish mother-daughter pair in the mall. It was after noon before they got to their shopping. But they went to it with a diligence that was never used for things like school or homework. "Here is your surprise," Amanda said about half way through the afternoon. They'd been shopping in a place called `Hot Topic' and were admiring the bras and pants made from PVC. "Go try them on. In fact wear them over your white stockings," Amanda said. They were Sandy's first pair of fishnet stockings in black. "While you try them on and model them for me, I'll pick out three more pair in other colors. But we have to get the right size. I like to steer clear of the one-size-fits-all ones. Here, I'm pretty sure you should wear smalls." Sandy scooted into the changing room and drew them on over her hose. The effect was wild! She loved seeing the black fishnet over her white legs. When she modeled them a few of the customers gathered to watch. She put on quite a show which Amanda admired totally. Seeing that those were the right size Amanda chose some purple and red fishnets plus another pair of black ones. This other black pair were crotch less, and Amanda couldn't wait until Sandy tried those on and realized what she had bought. They were very successful in the shoe department also. With Sandy's mom's money they bought three more pairs of shoes, all with at least three inch heels and all guaranteed (Amanda made sure) to put a real sway in Sandy's walk. They went to the usual stores as well and Sandy found some great mini dresses and skirts that would add to her collection. As far as tops went they weren't as successful. So midway through the afternoon Amanda decided that they had to visit several of the vintage clothing shops in another part of town. There they found scores of black slips which Amanda insisted that Sandy have several different kinds of. All of them had to be tried on as they were vintage and fitted. The ones they chose were all made of the old time satin, very form fitting and comfortable as well as sexy. In tops they also found a treasure trove. Amanda consistently chose sheer and semi sheer blouses or tiger and zebra print tops. Sandy went right along with everything that Amanda chose. Amanda was incredibly turned on as they drove home. Sandy was still wearing her fishnets over her white thigh highs. She had kept on one of her tight tiger print tops that they had found at the last vintage clothing store. Amanda found it hard to concentrate on the road. "So let's put on some music and get some dinner ready before our fashion show," Amanda suggested. "Ok, Amanda," Sandy said. "What should we eat?" "Let's order out for pizza. Your mom left us some money. We can fix a good salad and drinks ourselves." "Great! Can I do the ordering?" Sandy asked eagerly. "Of course, just no meat since I'm a vegetarian," Amanda said. "How cool," Sandy said as they pulled in to the driveway. "While you order, I'm going to go freshen up," Amanda said. She wanted to change into something less formal, and she kept remembering the maroon bustier she had seen that morning. She hadn't been able to get it out of her mind. When she put it on her heart raced. It cupped her breasts and fit nice and tight around her torso. She still wore her thigh highs, found some high heels and looked in the mirror. She couldn't help but bring her hands to stroke her satin covered breasts. She started getting tingly in her legs. "Pizza will be here in twenty minutes!" Sandy called from downstairs. Amanda found a short skirt and and a semi-sheer blouse to finish her outfit. She added a little perfume. "How will we do the fashion show?" Sandy asked when Amanda came into the kitchen. The girl was looking good. She'd changed into higher heels and was prancing around the room getting the salad fixings together. Otherwise though she'd kept on her two pairs of tights, short skirt and tiger print top. "I'll be like the designer so you will follow my directions on what to wear. We'll want to put your hair up so you look older. And there will be makeup changes too, along with complete changes of outfits. And don't forget the lingerie part of the show!" "Oh, this is so much fun, Amanda!" Sandy was so excited that she hugged her. "Now you have to get ready for the pizza guy," Amanda said. "I'll take over the salad making." "What do you mean?" "We're going to tease him a little," Amanda replied. "Go fix your makeup. Make it a little darker, but not too much. And put on just a touch of perfume." Sandy smiled and went to get ready. The pizza guy was a young college student. Amanda answered the door. She pointed him toward the kitchen, then took him by the arm making sure he could feel her breast nestling against it. Her heels clicked on the wood floor as they made their way back to the door. "Just wait here while I get my purse," Amanda purred. At that moment Sandy came down the stairs. She was a sight. Taking on Amanda's airs, she sidled right next to the pizza guy and introduced herself. Then she invited him into the family room to wait. She showed him a seat and then she took a seat on the couch opposite. As she sat the total impact of her hose covered legs was revealed just as she had hoped. His eyes got noticeably wide, and then even wider still when Sandy crossed her legs. They made chit chat for a little bit before Sandy got up and put on some music. It seemed Amanda was taking nice and long finding the money to pay for the pizza. Sandy thought it might be fun to go a little further. She started to dance to the music and was just getting into it when Amanda returned. The pizza guy seemed reluctant to leave. Amanda gave him a good tip and a wink as he exited. Over dinner they talked and laughed about the scene with the pizza guy. "For your first outfit, I want you to wear a pushup bra and matching panties, black thigh highs, short slip and that purple mini dress we found today. The shoes should match as much as you can. Keep what makeup you had on for the pizza guy. Your nails will look great with this outfit." "OK!" And Sandy went to change. Amanda put on some different music and poured herself a glass of wine. "This will be great," she thought as she took her first sip. When Sandy came down, Amanda made appropriate admiring comments. It was easy to do since Sandy looked like dynamite. Amanda gave her pointers on how to walk. She straightened her back. She smoothed out her dress. She spent a long time fixing the bodice on the dress so it showed off Sandy's breasts to best advantage. She purposefully stroked Sandy's nipples to see how the dress would look when her nipples were hard. She explained that all models do that with each outfit. When Amanda had done that, Sandy had gotten quite excited, her heart seeming to pound into the top of her head. She had flushed too, from embarrassment or excitement, Sandy didn't know which. All too quickly though Amanda had her walk and twirl. As she did so she was sure she felt a little moistness in her pussy. It was strange to feel this itch emanating from there! "The next outfit should include one of your kinda sheer tops with no bra, that pair of snake skin pants that fit you so well--keep your thigh highs on--better wear a thong , and put on your highest pair of heels. Don't forget to put your hair up this time. And change your earrings to something that dangles." "Makeup?" Sandy asked. "Oh, yes, change it as well. I want your lips to be a dark red and your eyes to match them and your outfit somehow." Amanda was challenging all that Sandy had so recently learned. But she was so eager and, Amanda was realizing, quite adept at cosmetic design. Amanda knew this change would take longer so she decided to change as well. She'd noticed some leather outfits in Mrs. Berensohn's closet. After pouring another glass of wine she headed to her `room' to change. She was starting to feel the effects of the wine and her walk had a noticeable wiggle to it. The music played on as the two girls dressed for fashion and each other. Amanda noticed a stand-alone mirror as she changed out of her outfit. This would be perfect, she thought. It was not all that heavy fortunately, so before she got dressed again she carried it down to the family room. Then she floated back up to see what Mrs. Berensohn's closet held next for her. She quickly nixed the leather pants when she saw a shiny black patent leather dress hanging there. It fit like a tight glove. She decided to go without underwear but to put on a garter and stockings. The black patent leather heels would match. When Sandy came down, Amanda said, "Look, I brought down your mom's mirror. We can vamp to it for this part of the fashion show. You look great. How do those pants feel? Especially with your thigh highs still on?" Sandy loved the feeling. The pants hugged her ass and legs. Her panties were tight against her pussy. In contrast her breasts moved freely under the sheer material of her blouse. She was getting very warm inside and out. "We're going to act like two models posing for a shoot," Amanda said. "To bad we don't have that pizza guy to be the photographer," Sandy quipped. Amanda raised her eyebrows. "Here, let's start with a shot next to each other," and she moved Sandy closer to her. They looked into the mirror and started moving and posing. Amanda put her arms around Sandy's waist. Then she told her to lean back until they could look into each others' eyes. Amanda held Sandy in a delicate balance for a few seconds. Then their eyes met and they burst into laughter. With that they both tumbled to the floor. "Ok, ok, let's try something different," Amanda said after they'd picked themselves up and pulled themselves together. Sandy wasn't totally pulled together though. When they were on the floor, she'd seen that Amanda wasn't wearing any underwear. She noticed that Amanda had shaved most of her pussy hair. And she thought she could smell a little fragrance coming from her `down there'. All these perceptions were swirling around in her head when Amanda offered her a glass of wine. Of course she said, "Ok," as nonchalantly as she could. While Amanda poured her a full glass, she said, "Ooh, let's do this. You go put on that slate gray dress we found for you with the slit that goes way up the side. D'you know the one I mean?" Sandy nodded as she took a sip of the spicy merlot. It was a little more familiar now and she was growing to like the bite it had. "Take off your thigh highs and put one your sleekest pair of pantyhose--without any underwear. Wait. Let's see how much hair you have down there." Amanda was starting to feel the wine, and anyway had been dying to know the answer to this question. She guessed that Sandy was comfortable enough now to show her. She guessed right. After another sip of the wine, Sandy unzipped her pants and let Amanda peek down as she pulled her thong away from her. "That will never do," Amanda announced. "Have you ever shaved really close to your pussy?" She took the chance of using that word. "No, not really," Sandy replied. "Well, tonight is the night. Do you want me to help you?" This was too much. "No, I'll do it. Just tell me what I should do." Just use some sharp scissors tonight to trim everything. We'll have to take some real time to shave you," Amanda decided. She would still take it slowly with this thirteen-year-old. Anyway she was looking and acting very hot already. "So no underwear or bra under the dress. Just the pantyhose, high heels, and add some sparkly to your makeup." "Ok!" Sandy was both relieved and excited. She took her wine with her and went to her bedroom to dress for the next part of the fashion show. By the time Sandy came down again, she had finished her glass of wine. Amanda had finished her third glass and purposefully hadn't changed out of her patent leather outfit. She wanted to do some vamping with them both in dresses. When she saw Sandy come down in her satiny slate grey dress, she knew she was onto something. Sandy had added some makeup and her hose really set off her legs. The slit in the dress and her short slip underneath, which she had added at the last minute as a remaining prudish gesture, all in Amanda's eyes made Sandy look so hot. Amanda knew a little of what was underneath the outfit. And she wanted to get close to it. She filled Sandy's glass one more time. "Let's dance for awhile before we do some more posing," Amanda suggested. "Put on some music you like to dance to." Sandy put on some music with a techno beat, and, with the lights down low, they boogied into the night. Every other song or so, Amanda would make a point of taking hold of Sandy and showing her some dance moves. Then there came a slow song, and with Amanda as lead they danced close. Amanda brought her arms down and caressed Sandy's ass as they slow-danced. Sandy felt her pulse quicken again and just kinda of melted into Amanda's embrace. When the song ended, Amanda said, "Ok, now let's do some posing. We'll just move to the music and vamp to the mirror." Amanda turned and from behind Sandy brought her hand up Sandy's hosed leg. "Here's shot number one," Amanda said. Then she brought her hand up higher so that it went underneath Sandy's dress close to her pussy, still caressing her leg. "Number two," she announced. Sandy started to grind her ass into Amanda. Amanda brought her other hand up Sandy's other leg. "Number three," Amanda said a little breathless now. Sandy was moving in the rhythm of the music and Amanda just started to follow. She lifted her dress and brought her two thumbs to meet at Sandy's pussy. Amanda began to rub her thumbs over Sandy's hose-covered mound. Sandy couldn't believe how good this felt! She moaned and then Amanda said, "Here, let's sit down on the couch." Amanda had Sandy sit with one leg over Amanda's, all the while she kept teasing Sandy with her thumbs and fingers, caressing her thighs and pussy. "Have you ever masturbated very much?" Amanda finally asked after Sandy was all the way sitting on Amanda's lap with her legs splayed wide open. "No, not all that much," Sandy said between swooning and recovering from Amanda's strokes. "Ok, I'm going to show you how," Amanda boldly decided. She took Sandy's hands, and with Sandy still on her lap, she had her pull down her pantyhose and uncover her trimmed pussy. It was already wet and swollen from Amanda's teasings. Amanda took Sandy's hands and put her fingers just to each side of her pussy lips. She guided them using Sandy's lubrication to smooth and swirl around her sensitive spot. She wanted to tease Sandy into her first orgasm. Almost cruelly she would bring them close to her clit and then take them away. Sandy had long before closed her eyes and her breathing was getting pretty ragged. Next she took one of Sandy's fingers and placed it right at the entrance to her vagina, then used the finger to just slip inside. Sandy gasped and her pelvis began to move ever so slightly. Amanda slipped Sandy's finger inside again and a third time, rhythmically, and Sandy began to moan as her pelvis followed the movement of her finger. Then she took two of Sandy's fingers and started plunging them in and out of Sandy's wet cunt. She would let them tease her clit as she drew them out. Sandy was moaning all out now and it wasn't long before her body tensed into her first orgasm. Truth be told when Sandy came, Amanda was so excited that she came also without even having to touch herself. The two girls fell asleep on the couch together cuddling and caressing each others' hose-covered legs. It was three am. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+