Amanda was quietly grumbling to herself as she headed towards the Adams's place for her baby-sitting job. It's time she gave this sort of thing away and found something better and more reliable, she told herself. It was fine at sixteen and reasonable at seventeen, even though fathers suddenly seemed to be getting touchy-feely and hinting about seeing more of her.
At eighteen, it was not only boring and poorly paid, but a couple of times she'd had to actively fight off an amorous father. No, she'd had enough of this lark. She'd start looking for other work the next day.
Mind you, she quite liked the Adams family. They weren't all that much older than her, even if they did have two children. Mrs Adams was a sweetie and Mr Adams was OK, even if he had made a mild pass at her. The catch with the Adams's was Mr Adams brother, Peter. She'd once heard his job described as being a handyman, and if ever a job fitted a man that one did.
When she was within his reach he was all hands, wanting to touch things she considered hers, like boobs, butt and other places. Mind you, when he was an arm's length away or further he was a real honey. A sweet talking guy who knew how to flatter a girl. But his idea of talking her into bed was a non-starter. For crying out loud, he'd never even asked her out on a date and he wanted to bed her?
Arriving at her destination, Amanda gave a small sigh on finding Peter there as well. Great. Now she'd be fending him off until they all left. She was pleasantly surprised to find Peter on his best behaviour. He was at his charming best, and kept his hands strictly to himself.
When Peter was in this sort of mood Amanda had no objection to flirting with him to a certain extent. Privately she admitted to herself that he could be really charming, and if he ever did ask her out she'd go, taking the chance on what the night would bring. Someone had to be first, she thought.
However, despite his flirting, no propositions or suggestions of dates took place. The three of them had plans for the night, Peter told Amanda. They expected to have quite a time.
All too soon the trio departed, leaving Amanda with two small children who were already tired and wanting their beds. Fifteen minutes later the kids were asleep and Amanda had a long boring night in front of her.
Amanda was watching TV and struggling to stay awake when she heard the front door open. She blinked herself a little wider awake. Had she fallen asleep and not noticed? She checked the time and was surprised to find it was only ten. She'd expected them to be gone for several more hours.
Amanda was standing in the middle of the front room when Mr and Mrs Adams and Peter came into the room, chatting and looking happy.
Peter winked at her.
"Surprised to see us back so early?" he laughed. "No need to be. Our fun is just beginning."
Before Amanda could ask what he meant she heard Mrs Adams give a happy squeal.
"Me first," she cried. "I'm ready now."
To Amanda's shocked surprise Mr Adams laughed and pushed Mrs Adams forward so she was leaning over the side of one of the armchairs. Next moment he'd lifted his wife's dress up and pulled her panties down. His own trousers dropped, giving Amanda a sudden view of a quite respectable erection.
"Coming, love," he said, and while Amanda stared Mr Adams moved apart Mrs Adams lips and drove his cock fully into her, totally unconcerned that she and Peter were there, watching.
Stunned, Amanda watched as Mr Adams proceeded to ravish his wife in front of her. His cock went plunging in, drawing squeals from Mrs Adams, while the motions of her bottom showed that she was pushing back eagerly to meet her husband's thundering drives.
"I need to get out of here," thought Amanda, but found her feet fastened to the floor, her fascination at the way Mr Adams's cock was pleasuring his wife leaving her spellbound.
