The Babysitter Chronicles 2 [Fm][Babysitter][Accidental Nudity][Romance][Voy]

Chapter 2

(Chris – The Lakehouse)

My heart skipped a beat, as I stepped into the room. My eyes scanned from one side to the other, as I stood there for a few seconds. There was a large living room area, with a giant tv mounted on the wall. She had a dark leather sectional couch, with a few blankets and pillows randomly strewn across. A few articles of clothing remained on the floor, and one bra that rested atop her computer monitor. The kitchen area was open in the same space, the large glass panes allowing the moonlight in. A little island, with stools, and a small table with chairs.

*So cool…*

“It must be so cool to live here…” I said in awe, as I turned back to look out onto the majestic view of the lake. The house seemed so remote, I felt as though I could walk outside and scream at the top of my lungs without another living soul to hear me… except for the babysitter, of course. “You live here all by yourself?”

“I do,” Amy answered, standing beside me and looking out at the lake through the glass panes also. I looked up at her, again finding myself completely in awe of how attractive I found her. Her skin seemed to glow in the moonlight, as if she were more than just some woman, but rather a goddess.

“It’s my family’s house,” the goddess continued, with the cutest smile on her face. “We used to use it for family get-togethers and would stay here for months at a time in the summer together, but we stopped doing that a long time ago. So, dad lets me stay here. I tell him it makes me feel safe,” she scrunched her nose with a little smile, obviously a fib. “Honestly, I just like the solitude. You can really think out here, and just freely be yourself with no one to judge you.”

I smile up at her, loving the sentiment. Being only thirteen, the idea of being judged by my peers was a constant source of paranoia. Already though, having just known her for the past hour, I felt very comfortable with Amy.

Amy turned and walked toward the kitchen. I turned as well, standing still, but my eyes followed her. Her skirt came down to just above her mid-thigh, and her legs looked so silky smooth. She must have kicked off her sandals, because she stepped barefoot, and I could see her toenails painted a deep, brilliant purple. Even her feet seemed perfect, as they lifted when she stood on her tiptoes, searching for something high up in a cabinet. My gaze was drawn upward though, along those long smooth legs, to where the hem of her skirt swayed. It seemed so easy in my mind, just a little breeze of air upward and the veil would be lifted, secrets exposed.

Amy’s mouth twisted a bit, as though she seemed unsatisfied and shut the cabinet.

I shook my head after a moment, realizing that I was just standing there, staring.

“Am I sleeping on the couch?” I ask, as I pack my bags into the living room area, and sat them down next to the couch in question.

Amy’s head turned toward me as I asked the question, and she nodded. “Yep, it’s quite comfortable,” she offered, “I often end up sleeping there because I’m too lazy to move my ass into the bedroom.” She giggled, scrunching her nose again, and my heart melted all over once more. Everything about her was perfect. Her seemingly flawless skin, her deep brown eyes, the way her tank top hugged her chest and highlighting the contour of her breasts… everything about her was perfect.

“Is that okay?” She asked, a moment later. I realized I had been staring at her dreamily, and I shook my head to snap out of it.

“Yeah, yeah…” I say, immediately looking away from her, kneeling and pretending to fiddle for something in my luggage. “The couch is perfect, everything is… perfect.”

*She either thinks I’m a creep, or just super lame.* I thought to myself, discouragingly.

Suddenly, it was all too much. The idea of being alone with her here for the weekend was going to put a huge dorky grin on my face. I needed to collect myself.

“Can I use your bathroom?” I asked, *abruptly*, hoping I sounded casual.

“Oh yeah,” Amy said, shaking her head, and putting a palm to her forehead. “The plumbing in the main one has been fucked forever.” Her use of ‘fuck’ sent shivers down my spine. “You have to use the one in my bedroom. Down the hallway, on the left.” She extended her arm, and pointed down a small hallway connected to the living room area.

*Her bedroom…* I think as I nod, and head walk as directed. The hallway had two doors at the end, one closed on the right, and her bedroom door on the left. I turn the knob, and enter the left door. The light inside is already on, as I stop and look around. The carpet is a pristine white, and the walls are a pale pink. Her bed is large and high, with a canopy draped in what looks like pink silk. There’s a tv on a tall dresser, another desk with notebooks and books, and an open closet with clothes piled up in front.

My mind immediately identified every bra and pair of panties in the room. Taking a couple steps into the room, I spot a pair of panties just lying alone on the floor. They were a light orange, with a green lacey trim. I look back to the door for a moment, my heart already beating quickly. I hesitate, waiting to see if I can hear you coming… Then I bend down and pick the panties up.

I had never held a pair of panties that didn’t belong to my mom… and that was just because I had to do laundry.

Almost instinctively I brought a pair up to my nose, and gently sniffed them. There was a fragrance, and I liked it. I just stayed there for a moment, with Amy’s panties on my face, before finally placing them back as I had found them and standing back up.

That was when I noticed the blue object on the bed. I step toward it quietly, and I recognize the penis shaped object as a vibrator. Ten thousand images of Amy in this bed… using this vibrator invaded my mind. My right hand reaches out, and my fingers gently touch the tip of the vibrator.

Just knowing where it has been… I hadn’t noticed until that moment, but I had become completely erect. I shake my head, and head into the bathroom. I shut the door hurriedly behind me, my breaths labored. I had never felt this excited and aroused in my life. I lock the door, and turn to look toward the toilet and bath. There are towels on the floor, and again there are clothes and underwear lying about.

I reached down, and unfastened my cargo pants and pulled down the zipper. The relief my erection received was comforting, as my breath normalized. I pushed my pants down a bit, and let it breathe for a moment. Holding my pants up, I walk over and sit on the toilet. My right-hand grasps myself, and I bend down and pick up yet another pair of panties. This time they’re a very soft white cotton, with pink hearts on it.

Masturbating on the toilet was an activity that I had done before, but it had never felt this intense. Not ten seconds after I start, I can already feel myself swelling up and ready to explode. Almost alarmed, I shove the panties onto the tip of my dick as a load bursts out into them. All I can do is hope you down hear awkward loud breaths, even though I’m trying my best to stay quiet.

Finally, the orgasm begins to come to an end, and I can think. That’s when I panic. I stand up, pulling up my pants and securing them. I look at the panties in my hand, the cum most noticeable. I bend down, picking up a towel, and toss the panties under them. I try to compose myself, and quickly head back out into the living room, a bit calmer.

(Amy – The Accident)

*Fuck…*

After you walk away I realize that my room is a bit of a mess too, I hadn’t even thought about your need to walk through there to get to the bathroom. I turn away toward the kitchen, and walk toward it as a bright pink blush forms on my face. My mind one-hundred percent alert to the fact that you are about to see the vibrator I left on the bed…

*I just used that an hour ago…*

Two things worried me. The first was just that I was going to be terribly embarrassed. *This is why I don’t babysit. I never babysit… and he’s like thirteen…* The second concern was this growing feeling between my legs. I had no underwear on, and suddenly I was very aware of how inappropriate this whole situation might be, but nevertheless, the process interrupted by my father’s phone call began to summon itself. I close my eyes, and realize I need something to take the edge off.

*I have rum…*

I walk over to a cabinet I rarely use, reaching deep and pulling out a bottle of rum that has been waiting for quite some time. I grab a shot glass from the cabinet, and with quick grace pour a shot on the counter island. I put the bottle down, grabbing the shot, and lifting it to my lips. I close my eyes, whip my head back, and in one fluid motion the rum is down. I sigh, and wipe my forearm across my brow.

*Once he’s asleep… I can finish quietly in my bedroom…*

I shook my head, exhaling a deep breath, as I poured another shot. I wasted no time downing it, squinting my eyes. Just then the air conditioner kicked on. I felt a cold breeze whoosh up my skirt, hitting the sensitive, freshly wet, place between my legs. I felt goosebumps forming on my forearms and thighs.

I shivered.

“One more,” I mumbled under my breath. I pour a third shot, and immediately bring the glass to my lips, and swoosh it down. After swallowing I cough a little, covering my mouth with my hands to make sure I’m not too loud. A curled fist lightly hit my chest a few times, as the cough passed. I immediately went to my purse hanging on a chair in the living room and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. I flipped one between my lips, and lit it immediately, taking in a deep breath of needed smoke. The cigarette burned down as I inhaled, and after a moment I tilted my head back and blew smoke straight up into the air.

Almost immediately I took another long drag, and while holding my breath looked around for the ash tray. My hair must have clipped the cigarette, and though my hair didn’t burn, the cherry at the top fell off and down onto my tank top.

“Shit!” I exclaimed, tossing the cigarette into the sink, and pulling down at my blouse while patting it, looking down at my braless chest to make sure I wasn’t about to burn myself. The burning ember fell to the tile floor and left a hole in my tank top. “Well fuck,” I exclaim, as I stood there holding my tank top down. I didn’t hear Chris’ footsteps, but suddenly became aware of his presence and looked up at him standing in the hallway. His eyes were wide, like a deer in headlights. That’s when I realized that my breasts were exposed. It couldn’t have been but for just a moment, as I quickly let go of the tank top and it resumed its appropriate place. My face turned a bright red, and my heart started racing. “Sorry…” was all I could mutter, as I walked past him toward my room. “I’m gonna crash, just let me know if you need anything.” I went into my room, having not heard a single word from the boy I’d just accidentally exposed myself too.

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