Babysitters are useful people. At times they're almost like one of the family. If you use the same sitter for a number of years you watch them grow, along with your own children. Of course, they're not your children so you don't pay as much attention to them as you do your own, so it always comes as a bit of a shock when you realise they're no longer pre-adults but actual young adults.
I got a hell of a shock when I was at the local park with the kids and they suddenly deserted the play equipment and went running over to a couple of people who were making out on one of the park benches. I got an even bigger shock when the young woman picked up my youngest and bounced her on her knee. It was a 'Hey! That's my kid' moment but, fortunately before I could speak, I recognized Cathy, the kid who baby-sits for me at times.
I strolled over to say hullo and to chase the kids back to the equipment, but did take the chance to say sotto voce to Cathy that wasn't she a bit young to be making out in the park. Or anywhere, for that matter. She laughed at me. How was I to know that not only was she old enough to make out but also old to do a damn sight more if she wanted to, although not in public. When the hell had she turned eighteen? Months ago, apparently.
I don't know. I needed a baby-sitter a month later and Cathy was available. Maybe it was the fact that it had been several years since my wife passed away, or maybe it was the fact that I knew she was eighteen and I'd seen her snuggling with her boyfriend. Maybe it was the weather. Whatever it was, I now saw Cathy as a desirable young woman when she came around.
It wasn't helped by the fact that it was a warmish day and Cathy was wearing what I believe are called tights and a loose t-shirt that wasn't tucked in. I was willing to swear that she wasn't wearing a bra. What was worse, from my point of view, was that when she bent over to pick up my youngest her top rode up somewhat and her tights were, well, tight. Especially across the buttocks. The smooth flow of her curves gave not the faintest hint of a panty line, leaving me wondering. I just assumed bare minimum and that she was wearing a thong. At least, I hoped she was wearing a thong.
I tried to act naturally, as though I hadn't noticed that Cathy had grown and I felt I pulled it off successfully. After all, I'd seen plenty of other attractive little dears and hadn't gone fawning after them. It was just switching my mindset to register Cathy as one of them. I kissed the kids good night, waved to Cathy, and went on my way.
While out I persuaded myself that nothing had changed. I'd just over-reacted to the suddenly noticed change in Cathy. I'd get home and she'd be the same old Cathy, laughing and smiling and telling me about the antics the kids had got up to.
It turned out that I'd been lying to myself. When I got back it was still the new Cathy, laughing and smiling and telling me about the antics the kids had got up to, and oozing sex appeal all over the damn place. Mentally slapping myself around I tried to relax.
Knowing what time I'd be back, Cathy had put the kettle on, preparing to make coffee. She told me to sit down in the front room and she'd bring the coffee in. I relaxed on the lounge and Cathy came in with the coffee.
She leaned over the coffee table to put my mug in front of me and I tried valiantly to recover from a heart attack, followed closely by a lust attack. I mentioned Cathy was wearing a t-shirt. My t-shirts have the neckline at the neck. Cathy's t-shirt was somewhat more generous with the neck line, coming down in a V that reached to just above her breasts. She didn't have any cleavage on display but she did have a nice presentation to that t-shirt.
When she leaned over to give me my coffee the neck of the t-shirt gaped, giving me a view clear down to her naval. I could actually see her naval. All I had to do was look past those two swinging breasts that were on display and there it was. I'd been right about the no-bra bit. Cathy must have forgotten, as I'm sure she didn't intend to give me such a view of her charms.
There's an old adage that states once is an accident, twice is coincidence, and three times is enemy action. The second time I got that view I sweated it out and thanked the good lord for coincidence. The third time I knew damn well that the rotten bitch was doing it deliberately. Her eyes were sparkling with enjoyment while she put on the most innocent look you could imagine.
Coffee over I stood up and stretched. Cathy rose from the chair she was in and bent down (again) to pick up the empty mugs.
"Leave them for a moment, Cathy," I told her, touching her shoulder to draw her attention to me.
She turned to look at me and I pulled her t-shirt forward slightly and slipped my hands up into it, reaching for and finding two lovely globes. They were soft and warm with a little hard button in the centre of each breast. Knowing buttons are supposed to be pressed, I did so, my thumbs finding them and rotating them even as I pressed.
Cathy gave a squeak of outrage, faux outrage in my opinion.
"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded. "You can't do that."
Really? I thought I just had.
"Sorry, Cathy," I said apologetically. "I don't know what got into me."
My hands reluctantly left her breasts, sliding down and around and under. To clarify that, my hands went down her sides, around to her backside, and under her tights, finding and cupping a nice warm bottom.
Cathy was outraged all over again. Me, I asked where her panties were, because I couldn't feel any under her tights.
"You take your hands out of there," she hissed at me and I sighed.
"If you insist," I grumbled, pulling my hands free. This time they settled at her sides, took her t-shirt and lifted. Pulling it straight up found Cathy automatically raising her arms and I had her t-shirt off just like that.
I tossed it onto the nearest chair, looking over the revealed goodies. She was torn between covering her breasts and having them admired, her hands fluttering near them but not on them.
"You, you, you can't do that," she said again.
"Don't be silly, love. Of course I can. I just did. And don't tell me I can't do this because as you will see, I'm doing it."
