Babysitters Erotica Collection(35)

I sat on the lounge chair, donned my sunglasses, and lay back on the chair. The afternoon sun felt good on my skin and made me feel sleepy. Before I drifted off, I applied some more sunscreen lotion on my body. I rubbed my hands and spread the lotion on my neck and down my collarbones. Then my hands made their way to the tops of my breasts. As my palms made contact with my tits, I suddenly felt aroused. There was something about touching myself that felt incredibly sexy. Inspired, I ran a flat palm over my right breast. The nipple almost immediately sprang to life. I rubbed for a few more times until my nipple was a hard erect nub. Then I had an idea. I reached out behind me and undid my bikini top. My breasts were bare in no time, and I dropped the bikini top to the ground.

I wasn’t worried about being half naked. Our house had high imposing walls around it. Also, I was in the backyard! I stared for a few minutes in the direction of the boss’s house, trying to see if anybody was home. I’d just die if Isabella, whom I’m babysitting a few times a week, would see me half naked and in a skimpy bikini bottom. The house appeared empty, though, so I went ahead and slathered some more sunscreen all over my body.

When I was covered in sunscreen, I lay back again. The plastic chair was slightly cool against my bare back, which I arched a bit more than usual so I could catch some more sun on my breasts. I shifted around until I found a comfortable position. I felt incredibly at ease, so it was no surprise I fell fast asleep several minutes later.

I didn’t know how long I had been out. All I knew when I opened my eyes was that someone was standing over me. I removed my sunglasses and squinted against the shadowy figure. It was too fat and wide to be mom’s or my sister’s. Who could it be? I started to sit up straight, and that was when the figure spoke.

“Jessie,” the shadow standing over me said in a pleasant-enough tone.

My eyes flew wide open, and I hurriedly sat up. My suspicions were right. The figure belonged to our next-door neighbor.

It was the boss.

“Hey, you’re trespassing!” I exclaimed, too surprised and angry to remember to cover myself up. I disliked the boss in my younger years. He was always so leery, so mysterious. He didn’t do anything to me. He just stared, but I think it’s bad enough. I could almost picture him undressing me mentally. I liked his wife and kid, but the boss himself is another story. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to him around.

Then I remembered I didn’t have anything on top. I reached for my towel and wrapped it around myself. I felt like smacking myself for forgetting to cover myself the second I woke up. Now he’ll have something to remember me by at nights, I thought bitterly. How I loathed that man!

The boss laughed when he saw me covering myself. “I don’t think that’s going to be of any use,” he said, his voice still pleasant. “I’ve seen all I’ve needed and wanted to see, Jessie.” His voice turned serious. “Well, let’s do away with the formalities now, why don’t we?” He reached down, and in one quick motion, the bath towel covering my torso was now on the ground.

I glared up at him, not trying to cover up anything now. I’m too pissed off to be embarrassed. The nerve of him to step without permission into my property and act all haughty and stuff! I got off the lounging chair and stood up to face the boss, my hands on my hips. His eyes went to my chest. He reached out and playfully squeezed my left breast. I was still angry, so I swatted his hand away.

“Get out of here,” I said through clenched teeth. “In case you’ve forgotten, you’re in my property. Who do you think you are, acting all high and mighty in my territory?”

“Quit acting like a brat,” the boss said harshly. “I’m going to cut to the chase, Jessie. I have you on tape and in photos. Topless, naked as the day you were born-save for your panties, of course.” He paused. “What are your folks going to think when they realize their golden daughter isn’t the sweet, innocent girl she portrays herself to be?” He grinned.

I was too stunned to speak. I felt like kicking and smacking myself in the head for being so careless and stupid. How could I have ever thought I could trust the boss? Now I was in deep shit. I’ve had my fair share of awful judgment, so my folks know I’m far from the angel that my looks portray. But I don’t think they know how daring I can be. They don’t know how I play with myself almost every night. They don’t know I sleep in the nude. They don’t know I own not just one but three vibrators. They don’t know I can orgasm through breast stimulation alone. They don’t know I have an exhibitionist streak in me. I know I’m old enough to worry what my folks think of my actions, but I love my parents. I know they’d still love me if they knew of my other side, but I’d like to spare them from that as much as possible. This was why I was horrified when the boss told me he had records, absolute proofs of me doing all sorts of… things.