Never Too Old For a BabySitter

CHAPTER CODES: fsolo, m/f, teens, hj

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Chapter 5: The Bet

After the last of the girls left, Rachel stretched cat-like, as she raised her arms over her head, it seemed a miracle that the beach towel wrapped around her bust didn't come undone.

"I need a shower," she announced. One glance at the teen standing in the door frame of the living room told her what he was thinking. She smiled, not the least jealous of the attention the other girls got because no matter what else happened, he still wanted her... wanted her first and wanted her last. Proof being the way he followed her up the stairs to the bathroom door. She had to put out a hand to his chest to stop him.

"You know, you should be in bed, young man," she said in her best babysitter voice.

"I've already been to -bed-," he answered back.

She laughed. "Well, you can't come in. You can't keep your hands to yourself."

"Wanna bet?"

Her eyes quirked up, intrigued. "Oh yeah? And what would we play for? I think we know what you want, but what do I get?" Rachel ran her the tip of her tongue across the perfect line of her teeth as she considered this. "If you can't keep from touching me - or yourself - while I take a shower, you.... have to....." She gave a Cheshire Cat's grin. "You have to do a strip tease in the girls locker room at your school.... to Shania Twain's 'I Feel Like a Woman'!"

She laughed at the thought of it, picturing it in her mind. "You still want to bet?"

Undaunted he replied immediately. "Yeah."

Light was returning with the early dawn but the bathroom didn't have any windows so they still needed a lantern. Rachel set it on the counter and turned it down low, give the little room an intimate glow, soft shadows, the chrome fixtures glinting dully.

While he leaned against the closed door, she pulled back the curtain and turned on the faucet. With the power still out, the only option was a cold shower but this time, it wasn't quite the relief the pool had been. In the early hours the sweltering heat had cooled to a lingering warmth. She pulled the button that brought the spray down from the shower head.

Giving him a teasing glance, Rachel let the towel drop from her playboy body. Judging from tent being pitched in his boxers, she figured it she had this in the bag. She stepped into the tub and squealed, jerking back from the icy water. "Ooohhh!" she cried and reached through the spray to turn the faucet down. She tried to rub warmth back into her arm, but she wasn't about to give up.

Bending forward she turned her hair under water. The honey blonde hair that had dried into kinky waves instantly turned smooth and slick once more. Rachel squirted shampoo into her palm and moving out of the spray she worked the gel into as sudsy lather. She turned her backside to him while her manicured nails massaged the shampoo into her scalp, slid down her hair to cascade down the lithe line of her back arrowing straight for the crevasse of her ass cheeks. She shivered at the sudden chill. Those luscious curves rolled against the other as she shifted weight from one lovely leg to the other.

She quickly rinsed and repeated the process with conditioner, her fingers slipping easily through the wet strands. She arched her neck, tipping her head back while she worked the conditioner through her hair, turning slightly to give a side glimpse of a breast. As she tilted her head under the spray to rinse, she shifted first one way and then another, her breasts swaying slightly as she did.

Satisfied that she had cleaned her hair of the chlorine of the pool, she squeezed out the excess water, shivering as the cold water went down her back. With her hands still holding her hair back, she turned toward the spray, leaning forward she cried out as the icy water splashed across her high rounded breasts both nipples puckering up tightly. Quickly she doused her whole body under the water, wetting herself, but emerging trembling all over, her teeth even chattered a little.

Backing out of the spray, Rachel picked up the bar soap and lathered it up between her palms. She leaned against the shower wall giving him a full frontal view, and slid her soapy hand up the long arch of her neck to her chin before coming back down the slope of her shoulder. She traced her collarbone back to her chest and rubbed the bar soap in circles then down between the valley of those glorious globes. She suds'd her hands again, cupping her tits, lifting them up for inspection, giving them a little inviting jiggle before swallowing them with her hands covering them in wet lather. She scrubbed them good, the bar in the left hand, rubbing and pressing the marble-nipple until it popped free.

"You know you want to..." Rachel teased, "want to suck 'em. They're so hard! They need it so bad!"

She could feel his eyes from across the room but he stayed glued to the door. So he was determined to fight it, was he? Well, she was determined too! She rubbed the bar down her soft smooth belly, playing with her navel, circling her diamond piercing with one long finger. White bubbles slid downward to her closely trimmed mound and slipping between her legs.

Lathering her hands again, she spread them over her hips to her long firm thighs, rubbing them up and down, shifting weight from one leg to the other restlessly. She slipped fingers between her inner thighs. She smiled at the growing tingling, building anticipation. She moved up to cup herself, clamping her legs together, shifting and rubbing on her hand.

"You're throbbing like me, aren't you?" she stated more than asked, her voice low and husky. "I'm wet for you... but if you're not going to do it, I'll just have to do it myself.

Parting her legs, she pushed the bar soap between her pussy lips, stroking it slowly back and forth. Her mouth opened as her breath quickened. She brought the hard soap to her slit and she rocked her hips on it, loving the sensations but know that the increasing ache wouldn't be satisfied this way.

"Mmmm," she closed her eyes and rolled her head against the wall. She hissed as she brought the soap to her clit and gyrated like a lap dancer. She moaned getting closer, but still he stayed across the room. Panting now, she turned bracing one arm against the wall she arched her back, rubbing her tits on the cold tiles, her ass sticking out invitation. With her free hand she smoothed over one cheek, giving it a squeeze. Then she reached down between her legs and worked her clit until she thrashed, twisted and finally came in a clenching spasm.

When she calmed, she saw that he hadn't moved from his sentry, though every muscle in his body was tensed, his fists clenched, white-knuckled, at his sides, and he had such a hard-on she suspected that all she had to do was blow lightly on it to make him unload. But she had to concede that he had held out and what's more, as much as she enjoyed masturbating and no matter how good the orgasm, all it ever did was make her hornier.

Rachel rinsed her in a quick frenzy and shut the water off. She stepped out, wet and freezing, beads rolling down every inch of her goose-bumped flesh. "Well, you won," she admitted as she walked over to him so he could collect his prize.

Just a couple of steps away, he finally moved, catching her by the arm, he pulled and had her back against the door. His eyes burned with his want yet he still did not touch her. Instead he reached out and extinguished the light, plunging them into total darkness.

Rachel heard the rustle of fabric and knew he had removed his boxers. She waited with baited breath for his touch, his hands, his mouth, on her mouth, her breasts, her pussy or maybe he'd pin her and take her without ceremony, just naked, raw greed. Not knowing, not seeing made every nerve-ending vividly alert. But in the end, it was neither. His hands gently took hers... and lifted them slowly up until they met and she clasped them over her head.

With only the barest brush of his fingertips, he ran them down her arms. She gasped in surprise never realizing how sensitive was the inner upper arm or how erotic it was to have it stroked so lightly. She shivered.

He traced the outer curve of her breasts to stroke the bottom curve. Again she gasped. All the greedy boys of her experience had gone immediately for main prizes that she had never know that this part of her could set all her senses aflame. She gave a small moan savoring this new delight and tingling for his next move. Her nipples all but reached out for it. Still they were denied.

His hands fell away and she murmured a protest. She felt his thumb along her lower lip, drawing across its fullness and then pressing slightly, demanding that she open. She did, on a sigh, her tongue flicked at the thumb's pad. He pressed in a little and she tasted him. Dipping her head she took him fully into her mouth. Gently sucking him, he stroked her warm wet tongue.

By the time his thumb withdrew from her loving lips, a flush of heat had chased away the chill of the shower. In the dark, his wet thumb drew a line down between her breasts to her navel. Suddenly his hot wet tongue was there, delving into that little indent, sending ripples of shudders over the soft muscles of her stomach and an almost painful ache between her legs.

As he continued to tongue her bellybutton, his hands held her right at the juncture where her legs met her hips. He paused to lick away water droplets, play with her navel piercing and return again. His right hand dropped down to palm the tender skin of her inner thigh, damp from more than the shower.

His fingers pushed into the plumb folds of her pussy and found them soaked and pulsing in time with her racing heart. His thumb rubbed just at the entrance of her, drawing out more juice. His mouth opened on the smooth curve of flesh just below the navel and felt the shudder through it as he inserted his thumb to the knuckle, the clenching of inner muscles clinging to him and subtly rocking. He stroked out to rub that short stretch between her slit and anus.

Beneath his left hand a quiver went down her thigh and her knees weakened slightly. Muscles of her ass cheeks tightened, flexing in a complicated ballet beneath his hands and mouth. She rotated her hips seeking out his thumb. He pushed inside, stroking a few times, fanning the flames but never quite enough to quench them. Her moans turned to a cry of protest as he pulled his hand away altogether.

His mouth left her belly as he stood up. Suddenly his thumb was at her lower lip again, her mouth needed encouragement to open. This time she tasted herself, she sucked his thumb greedily, in her need to have him in her. Somewhere in her lust-hazy mind she wondered when he learned such self-control.

A clicking sound caught both their attention and it was followed by a whoosh of air. It sounded like the AC.... but that would mean.... He reached out a blind hand along the wall to find the light switch.

Both of them squeezed their eyes shut, seeing only red, at the blinding flood of florescent light. It was some time before either could blink and clear their vision. They stared at each other for a moment as if they had never seen each other before. Rachel cried out. With his left hand he raised her right leg up around his hip and he plunged in her with a single thrust.

All self-control was gone and all the raging need held back came spilling out. He pounded her even as he lifted her other leg around his waist. Both hands gripped her ass so he could grind her on his flaming hard cock.

She finally brought her hands down to grab at his shoulders, her nails biting into him. Soon she was clutching handfuls of hair, pushing his head down to her breasts. He hitched her up and his mouth was on her breast, teeth and tongue on her tit. She squirmed and twisted and pulled him closer. It was only his cockhead that was stroking her now and she was wildly torn between wanting his at her breast or at her pussy.

He switched to her other breast, sucking her hard until she called, "More.... more.... fuck me all the way!" She hooked her ankles together to pull him in and trap him there.

Obligingly he released her breast and let her drop back down, plunging up until he was fully seated inside her, hot, sopping wet, and tight. He slammed her over and over, everything else falling away, only the all consuming fever madness was left, caring for nothing except for more and more until they exploded.


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"We're home," Mrs. Carmichael called out from the front door.

That was when Rachel spied a red lace thong wedged into the sofa's cushions. She snatched it up and hunted around for her backpack, but it was by the front door. Thinking fast, she went straight over to him and shoved the undies down his shorts. With a devilish grin, she gave him a quick rub before turning to greet his parents.

"Well, I hope he wasn't too hard on you," Mrs. Carmichael said.

Glancing back at her son, "Oh, nothing I couldn't handle."

"I'm so grateful you could help us out like this, Rachel."

"My pleasure, ma'am," she said happily.

"I don't suppose you babysit anymore," Mrs. Carmichael asked, she had been thinking she would feel better knowing he couldn't get into trouble while they were out.

"No I don't," Rachel said, "when school starts again, I plan to do some tutoring in English Lit."

"Really!" the older woman sounded thrilled. "You know, his grades could stand some improving. I'd love it if you could give him some lessons."

She pretended to think about it. "I guess I could do that."

"You know he's very good, he just doesn't apply himself."

"With the right motivation, I'm sure he would," Rachel suggested innocently.

"Well, don't be afraid to be strict with him," Mrs. Carmichael told her as she walked her to the door.

"Don't worry, I can do that," Rachel smiled and said her good-byes.

Mrs. Carmichael looked back at her son who had his hands shoved into his pockets, looking the other way. To hide his annoyance at her interference, she supposed. "You may not thank me now, but it's for your own good, so I don't want to hear any argument from you."

And she didn't.

THE END

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed this little fic. Perhaps you would consider giving the author an ego-stroke, and rate or leave a review. Even a little bit goes along way. Constructive criticism is welcomed too. ^_^

A sequel has been written: Hot For Tutor
http://original.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600096529