Babysitter Part 1: Aurora Relaxes Me
It had been another long day at work. I was on the job site by 5am that day, AND on a Saturday, which we normally didn't have to do until much closer to this kind of deadline. Stepping out of my work vehicle, I tapped some red clay off my boots, grabbed my hardhat and messenger bag, and trudged toward the house.
I heard the baby giggling and splashing in the backyard. The babysitter, Aurora, must be taking her for a swim.
I went through the side gate and came around the corner of the house. I saw my daughter splashing in the pool, a wide smile on her face. I basked in the glow of her joy. "Such a wonderful time of life," I thought, realizing she was still too young to really remember any of it.
"Oh hi, Mr. Smith!" called Aurora. Our grad student babysitter held the child afloat. "How was your day?"
"Oh, you know...been busy at work." I replied, with a bit of a sigh. I hesitated, shrugged my shoulders, and didn't add anymore.
"Hmm," is all Aurora said in reply. She cocked her head and seemed about to say something, but didn't. Instead, she got ready to bring the baby inside. She carefully carried the baby up the stairs out of the pool. I brought the child's towel over to cover her up, and took the child in my arms to be helpful.
Aurora threw her long, dark-brown hair back and squeezed the water from it. I couldn't help but steal a look at her. Aurora was really a beautiful woman. Her olive skin was dark from plenty of outdoor time this summer ("She's a runner, isn't she?" I thought to myself). She had bright hazel eyes, framed by high cheekbones and a strong chin. The pool water cascaded off her body, dripping down her lean-yet-strong frame - down her chest, across her toned abdomen, around her rounded hips and down her long, sculpted legs.
She'd chosen a revealing wine-colored string bikini for pool time today, leaving little to the imagination. The top was low cut, and tied tightly; Aurora's breasts were nearly spilling out of it, her long valley of cleavage glistening in the sun. Her swim bottoms were low cut, neatly covering her privates, but demonstrating that she must carefully maintain her bikini line. The strings of her bottoms were tied tightly as well, cutting into the flesh of her thighs. She snapped open a towel and wrapped it around her hair, her breasts jiggling back and forth as she lightly towelled off.
I caught myself staring and quickly looked away, just as Aurora reached out to offer to take the baby back from me. Aurora briefly caught my eye, a faint smile on her face. I broke her gaze and determinedly decided to act like a grown-up.
Though, as she carried the baby into the house, I stole another look, of her backside now. I would have assumed her swim bottoms were cheeky, judging from how daring her top was; but my eyes widened when I saw that really, she was wearing a thong. A thong bikini, to babysit our toddler! In front of me, her employer, in my boring suburban neighborhood!
Of course, I couldn't help but stare.
Aurora's thong showed off a gorgeous and shapely rear - my eyes focused on that maroon triangle of material first, nestled between Aurora's curving cheeks; next I allowed my gaze to wander across those round globes themselves, which were still speckled with water, and bounced just slightly as Aurora walked. I swallowed hard. "She must lift weights, too," I thought, my mind stuck somewhere between awe and guilt.
"I'll get her down for her nap now, Mr. Smith," Aurora said, glancing over her shoulder. I quickly brought my eyes away from her backside and met her gaze. "Thanks, Aurora," I blurted, hoping she hadn't caught me staring (for the second time). Aurora smiled, just a little bigger this time, and stepped inside.
I shook off the distraction of my 25-year old babysitter's ample figure, gazing at the now-empty pool. "I should use this thing myself for once," I said out loud. I kicked off my boots, stepped through the french doors and ducked into the half bath, grabbing a pair of swim trunks that I knew were on the shelf. I changed quickly, before I lost my motivation, and went for a quick swim.
Upon my tenth lap, I felt exhausted. I pulled myself out of the pool and stretched out on a deck chair, breathing hard. I grabbed a bottle of suntan oil that Aurora must have left behind and applied some to my chest, stomach, and legs, then I laid back and rested my eyes.
Immediately, my thoughts ran back to Aurora. I thought about her climbing out of the pool, the clear water cascading down her body. I thought of her sharp, striking facial features; I thought of her lithe body, firm and toned, but also soft and curvy. I now knew this better than ever. Aurora's figure was hard to miss, even as she dressed modestly most of the time she came over to babysit. Her wardrobe seemed to mostly be college hoodies or tee shirts, and simple jeans or leggings. I supposed I'd seen her in our pool before, but I couldn't remember seeing anything like cleavage, or her midriff, or...lord Jesus, I'd never seen her rear out like that.
All on its own, my thoughts turned...nastier. I thought of Aurora's breasts; I thought of her butt. No, not her breasts and butt; her tits and ass. Her tits and ass that jiggled as she walked across the pool deck. I wondered what her ass felt like. How firm was it? Could I palm Aurora's entire asscheek in my hand? Did she obsess over her glutes like some women did? I thought about this one pair of yoga pants I'd seen her wear before; they were blue, and they were tight, and when Aurora had bent from the waist in front of me in the kitchen that evening, I'd locked that image away and masturbated to it in the shower that very night.
"Mr. Smith? Mr. Smith, were you dreaming?" a voice said. I stirred, and realized I'd fallen asleep. I wonder how long I'd been out? I blinked sleep from my eyes, and saw Aurora perched on the edge of my deck chair, facing me, her left hip against my left knee. Her hair was down, still a little damp. She still had her string bikini on.
"Hey Aurora...I guess so," I murmured, still groggy, "I didn't even realize I'd drifted off."
"You're overworked, Mr. Smith," she responded, a bit sternly. "You're tired, and you're probably not resting enough. Now what were you dreaming about, Mr. Smith?" Aurora asked me.
"Oh, I don't remember - "
She interrupted me. "You're tired. And you're under a lot of pressure," she said, her eyes flicking down to my lap. "It's totally understandable that you would have a lot...bottled up."
