J. T. Watson
THE BABYSITTER’S HOT PANTIES
CHAPTER ONE
Tara Bishop’s heart was pounding fast as she walked the two blocks from her house to the Adderlys. It wasn’t that she was afraid of the walk. What she was afraid of was taking another babysitting job.
She hadn’t agreed to baby-sit for anyone since the incident with Mr. Longworth.
Lots of her old customers kept calling her, Tara was one of the best babysitters in the community, and one of the prettiest. Tara had honey colored hair, deep blue eyes, and an innocent-looking mouth that drove the boys crazy. And quite a few of the men.
Also, Tara was well aware that her figure was better than a lot of college girls. Her breasts were already as big as melons, her stomach flat, and her ass had been described as bouncy although Tara wasn’t quite sure what that meant.
But Tara was well aware that she was gorgeous and she wasn’t above a little harmless flirtation with the men of the homes where she did her babysitting.
Until that scary night with Mr. Longworth! The Longworth’s no longer lived in the community. They had moved out right after the incident. Perhaps Mr. Longworth had been afraid that Tara would tell, but he was wrong. Tara would never be able to tell anyone what had happened that night.
She still remembered it vividly. It had been raining that night and Mr. Longworth had offered to drive her home. She was a little nervous because Mr. Longworth had been drinking. His face was a funny red color and she could smell the whiskey on his breath. But Tara didn’t want her hair to get messed up from the rain, and she agreed to let him drive her.
About halfway home Mr. Longworth had pulled the car over to the curb. It was a dark corner of the street and nobody could see them. There was a strange look on his face.
“What are you doing, Mr. Longworth?” she had asked.
“You’re so pretty,” he told her. “So pretty. I’ve never seen anyone as pretty as you.”
She started fighting him when he grabbed her around her waist and tried to put his hand under her skirt. She fought so hard that he finally had to give up. He was so drunk that he got out of breath quickly.
She quickly tried to open the door but his strong hand clamped around her arm.
“Let me go,” she pleaded. She was scared to death. She had never been in a situation like this before.
“I’ll let you go, baby,” he promised her. “But you got to do something for me. You got to help me out.”
He forced her hand down to his lap. He had somehow unzipped himself. For the first time her fingers touched a man’s cock. She knew what it was called. She had seen it written on bathroom walls often enough. Yet, she had never expected to touch one so soon. She was a good girl.
Despite her disgust, she felt a lewd kind of fascination with Mr. Longworth’s cock. He made her do everything, but she could feel the funny feeling in her belly that sometimes happened when she touched herself. A kind of quivery feeling.
“Wrap your fingers around it, little honey,” Mr. Longworth moaned. “Wrap your fingers around it tight. That’s right, sugar. Now move your hand up and down. Yeah, just like that.”
His hand moved to clutch at her wrist as she kept moving her fingers up and down on his swollen cock. The heat of his prick grew against the circle of her fingers. He made her move her hand faster.
“Yeah,” Mr. Longworth yelled. He humped his ass off the car seat as she jerked him off. “Yeah, yeah, shit yeah!”
He gave a groan and his prick suddenly shot out a thick wad of sticky cream all over her fingers and hand. It was crazy but she kept moving her hand even after he had shot his wad. Finally he had to pull her hand away.
Now she could feel his anger.
“Can I get out now?” she had asked.
“Yeah,” he answered. “Get out, bitch! Get the fuck out!”
She hadn’t told anyone about what had happened. She had gone home and taken a long shower and slipped into bed. It wasn’t so terrible beating him off. She had heard about girls doing it for the boys at school, but what had been bad was the way her body had responded. All that night she had twisted and turned and her body had ached with a desire she had never known before. She had used her finger on herself three times, but nothing seemed to do any good. She had finally dropped off into a restless sleep.
That was the real reason that Tara had refused all babysitting jobs for so long.
Tara wanted to take no chances that she could ever get into a situation like that again. She wasn’t sure she could control the new feelings of desire she had discovered in her body. But that evening Dave Adderly had called and he had been insistent that she come over. He was willing to pay double. Tara had noticed her mother staring at her strangely as she started to turn Dave down. Tara didn’t want to go into any explanations of why she was acting funny. Then, against her better judgement and took the job.
She walked up the steps to the Adderlys’ home and Dave Adderly and his wife appeared immediately at the door. Tara breathed a sigh of relief. She should have known that she had nothing to fear about Dave Adderly. He was such a nice man.
“I’m so glad you decided to help us out,” Dave said. “Young Billy’s, already in bed so he won’t give you any trouble. There’s plenty in the fridge.”
“I’ll be all right,” she assured him.
Dave Adderly took his wife’s hand and they started down the steps. But then he remembered something else. “Oh yes. My brother Jack’s spending a few days with us. He should be in later. Don’t worry about him. He usually goes up to his room and straight to bed.”
“All right,” she said, but Tara’s heart had started pounding again. The last thing she wanted was to be alone with a man. Any man. She started to back out of the babysitting job, but the Adderlys were already walking to the car. She couldn’t think of anything to say.
The Adderlys left and Tara went inside the house. The first thing she did was check on Billy. He was asleep in his crib. She pulled the covers up round his neck and went back downstairs. She hadn’t eaten supper, and she was feeling hungry. She went to the kitchen and fixed herself a sandwich. She was just pouring some milk when Jack Adderly walked in.
One look and Tara knew she was in trouble.
Jack Adderly was nothing like his brother. Jack was in his twenties, tall and muscular. He had black, wavy hair and brown eyes that seemed to look right through the light blue summer dress she had on. She had the sudden feeling that he could see the color of her bra and panties.
“Who are you?”
“I’m Tara Bishop,” she answered. Her voice trembled. “I’m watching Billy tonight.”
“Working girl, huh?” he said. “Well, how about fixing me a sandwich?”
She started to tell him that she wasn’t a servant, but there was something about this young man that demanded to be obeyed. She fixed him his sandwich. He ate it quickly and asked for another. She fixed him two more before he was satisfied.
“You eat a lot,” she said, nibbling at her own sandwich.
“I’m a growing boy,” he said. “I need to keep up my strength. The pros are going to be looking at me this yen. I’m one of the best linemen in college.”
“Lineman,” she asked.
“Football, baby. Where have you been?”
She was a cheerleader at her school, but she really didn’t know that much about sports. She didn’t know why but just being near him was confusing.
“Do you dance?” he asked suddenly.
“Dance?” she asked.
“Come on, honey. I know a pretty thing like you must dance. Dave’s got some great records. Let’s play a few.”
She knew that this was probably the time to stop. She was frightened, just as frightened as she’d been with Mr. Longworth. Yet, somehow she found herself getting up and following Jack into the den. She expected a fast dance. Instead Jack put on a slow tune and immediately pulled her into his arms.