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Subject: {ASSM} My Babysitter by Greatguy
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This is a true story and my first time putting any story in writing. I
hope I am doing this right.
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My Babysitter
By Greatguy
My most erotic moment occurred when I was just old enough to appreciate
it. I was 10. This is a true story. At this age I had played doctor with
a few girls and even though I got excited, I still was not sure why. I
remember getting a erections and not being sure what they were all about. I
knew it felt good when I rubbed my "little thing" and I knew there was
something mysterious no one wanted to talk about.
My 11 & 12-year-old friends did introduce me to some advanced
information. They talked about fucking, feeling a girl's tits, rubbers,
etc. After a while, I knew these things were important and they somehow
gave me a hard on thinking about them. Before you know it, I was
inspecting everyone's tits - my aunts, older girls at school, and the
strange woman on the street. I wondered what they felt like. Once I
wrapped my peanut butter & jelly sandwich in wax paper, made it into a
ball, and squeezed it. "This must be what it feels like." I even decided
to ask my older aunt if I could feel her tits. I chickened out. I was
curious as hell now and fantasized about everything.
One night, my parents went out and hired a babysitter. Her name was
Joanne. I had a 5-year old brother and our family seldom had girls in the
house. Till this very day, I remember what she looked like and what she
wore. She was very pretty and had on a checkered button down top and a
pair of dungarees (jeans). She had short brown hair and spoke with a soft,
pleasant voice. Her breasts were about a 34 regular; she was thin, light
brown hair and about 14 years old.
My brother and I shared a small 6X8 bedroom with two roll-a-way beds.
We were playing on one bed and Joanne was laying down on the other reading
a magazine. I looked at Joanne gazing at her magazine and saw that her
blouse was unbuttoned just enough to see the outline of her bra. I kept
staring at her bra and, with no warning at all, my "little thing" got hard.
I remember rubbing myself when she looked over suddenly and asked, " What
are you doing"? I was embarrassed and told her I had an itch. She smiled
and went back to her reading. I played with my toys again but I lost all
interest in them. I snuck a look at her again from and saw her unbutton
another button as she read. Now her full bra cup was exposed. I stared.
She suddenly lowered her magazine and asked with a laugh, " what-ever are
you looking at"?
Not sure of my ground, I did a real "ball-sy" thing for a 10 year old. I
said to Joanne, "can I ask you something?. "Sure", she said, "go ahead". I
mumbled, "Can I see your things?". "What are you talking about? ", she
asked. I pointed to her tits. "Those things". Joanne looked down at her
breasts and replied, "No you can't, they are private" and she returned to
her magazine.
Some minutes later, I saw her move her hand to the top of her jeans.
She unbuttoned the snap and slid her hand down her pants. I looked
curiously at this scene and she caught me again. Joanne smiled over at me
and said, "I have an itch down my pants. You can help me scratch it if you
want". My toys were now history. I stepped on the floor and sat next to
her. She took my hand and guided it down the front of her jeans. I felt
all this hay like stuff (pubic hair). She asked me to go down a little
lower and I felt wetness. I thought she peed a little. Joanne resumed
reading her magazine.
I scratched and rubbed her for about two minutes all the while looking
at her tit in her exposed bra cup, which she wouldn't let me see. I asked
her if I could touch her things to see what they felt like. She said.
"No, I told you they are private". Then, she announced it was time for
bed. She removed my hand, sat up, buttoned her jeans, and put my brother
and I into bed.
I tried to sleep but my hard on wouldn't go away. I rubbed it for a
while and then closed my eyes. All I could think about was that tit inside
the bra. I was fascinated by it. I managed eventually to drift off to
sleep.
"Come on, I have to give you a bath". I felt someone shaking my
shoulder and thought it was my mother waking me for school. It was
Joanne..she was still there. I thought it was strange taking a bath so
late but I obeyed. My brother was asleep in the other bed. I rubbed my
eyes and followed her into the bathroom. The tub was already full and
Joanne sat on top of the closed toilet seat next to the tub. "Get in", she
said. I took off my under pants, stepped in the tub, and slid down into
the warm, soapy water. Joanne smiled with approval. "Good boy", she said.
At first, I laid in the tub rubbing soap on my arms and not quite sure
what else to do. Then, Joanne approached the side of the tub, knelt down
and told me I was doing it wrong. She took the soap and began washing my
chest and back. I noticed that white bra again. The top 3 buttons of her
blouse were still undone. She was bent over now and I could see more
cleavage. I started getting hard again and my "little thing" began peeking
through the soapsuds in the water. I quickly covered it up with my
washcloth.
Joanne stopped washing my back and complained that her shirt was getting
wet. She said she would have to take it off. She stood up, dropped the
washcloth in the water, and began removing her blouse. I'll never forget
the way her fingers worked at those last few buttons and how her blouse
fell open up like curtains on a stage. I saw her whole bra and lost my
breath. Then, she reached behind her back, fiddled with a snap and the bra
fell to the floor. Tits! I can see her tits! I just stared with my mouth
opened. My "little thing" was jerking now, all by itself. I remember
curling up in the tub and squeezing it between my legs just to relieve the
tension.
"Now I am going to do something very special" she said. "If you want,
you can touch my "things" while I wash you. She knelt again by the side of
the tub and reapplied soap to my chest. Her breasts rested in the rim of
the tub and moved in a rhythm with her hand on my chest. I cautiously
placed my hand on one of her breasts. Softness! I'll never forget the
softness and how easily my fingers pressed in. I touched the nipple with
my thumb and saw it changing shape from soft to hard and point-y. I
squeezed softly and them a little harder. Joanne continued to wash me as
if she didn't even notice what I was doing.
"Now, we have to clean this real good" she said as her fingers held my
little thing out of the water. She put soap in the palm of her hand curled
it softly around my "little thing". She began a slow up and down motion
and sent this explosive sensation in my groin. I never rubbed it that way
before - this felt soooo good!. Slowly, up and down her hand glided with
increases and decreases in hand pressure.
My legs curled up again because I felt pain in my thing. I muttered an
"ouch". She smiled at me and said, "its OK, I am doing something very
special to your thing. You must promise though not to tell your mommy &
daddy. If you do, they will never let me baby-sit you again. Do you
understand what I am telling you?" Breathing very heavy now, I said, "I
promise never to tell". Up & down her soapy hand continued. I never felt
my thing get this hard before.
Suddenly, my whole body started going into a spasm" "Ouch", I said again
and placed my hand on hers to stop the motion. She stopped the motion and
instructed,
"It's ok, really". You are going to feel like you are peeing but it
will be something else. Just let it happen and it will feel real good.
Put your one hand on my breast and hold on to the side of the tub with your
other hand. This will help you when the feeling comes out of your "little
thing"
Joanne placed my left hand on her breast and I grabbed the tub with the
other. Then she resumed her slow stroking motion. She warned, Now, I am
going to make you have that peeing feeling. I am going to hold your thing
in my mouth for a while and make you feel warm and strong. It won't hurt",
she promised; "it will feel real good." She dried the soap off my thing
with a towel, leaned over the tub, and pressed her lips down on the tip of
my "thing". I saw my thing slide through her lips and into her mouth. It
was so warm, wet, and slippery. Her eyes were closed and her head began to
move back and fourth just like her hand did. I felt this new swelling -
this build up. I cried out to her, "I am going to pee, I know it!". She
took her mouth away and put her soapy hand back on my thing. Her hand
moved very fast now and this feeling of peeing just exploded. With one
hand on her breast and the other on the tub, I closed my eyes and clenched
my teeth. My whole body tightened up! My whole groin exploded! This rush
of hot pee spurting out is certainly happening! After about 15 seconds,
the feeling started to go away and my body was starting to come out of the
spasm. I looked at Joanne and she just kept moving her hand slowly back &
fourth.
I opened my eyes and took her hand away because it was getting real
sensitive. I looked on her breast and saw a white, milky kind of fluid on
her breasts almost like someone spit on her. As she held my thing softly,
she looked at me and said, "This is what came out of your little thing. It
was not pee like you thought. Once you can do this, it means you are
almost a man". She told me what a big boy I was now and that she was very
proud of me.
Joanne dried me off, returned me to bed and said, "remember now, this is
our little secret".
I had three more babysitting experiences with Joanne and never told a
soul even my brother. Today, Joanne would no doubt be arrested for this if
she were caught. For me, it was one of my most memorable and happy sexual
encounters and it set the stage for a very long and happy sex life. I
still go crazy over the partially opened blouse, the size 34 breast, the
accidental breast exposure, the gentle art of slow masturbation, and
mostly, the discovery of new sexual heights. Joanne, Joanne, wherever you
are today - Thank you.
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