"All right sweetie," Mr. Marks said as he pulled his car into the driveway, "your mom will text you when we're done with dinner."
"All right dad."
"You're sure the Dubois won't mind if we're late picking you up?"
"No, they're really cool."
"All right, have a good time then."
As he watched her go, Mr. Marks was very much aware his wife wouldn't have approved of his daughter's attire for this evening's babysitting gig but there were some fights he refused to bother with. And frankly, inappropriate or not, his daughter looked pretty hot in those shorts... a little too hot, he realized as he rearranged himself in his pants.
Walking up to the Dubois front door, Tina tried breathing in deeply and thinking good thoughts, pure thoughts. Every time she came over to babysit, she was turned on by her bosses. They were so hot and European... they were about the same age as her Aunt Jan and Uncle William but her aunt and uncle were fat, overweight and ugly. The Dubois were gorgeous, fit and just super sexy. Mrs. Dubois had shoulder length red hair with gorgeous tits and clear grey eyes and looked like she worked out all day. Mr. Dubois was taller than her six-foot tall dad with broad shoulders, amazingly fit arms and he was bald, with hooded brown eyes that seemed to strip the clothes right off her every time he saw her.
Tina reached up to knock on the door when she felt her pussy flood with excitement. Sighing, she hooked into the gusset of her shorts and pulled them away from her body, hoping no one would realise how turned on she was until she had time to go to the bathroom. She wouldn't have a choice but to strip her pants, clean them in the bathroom sink and dry them before the Dubois were back. Finally knocking on the door, she patiently waited for the front door to open.
"Oh hi Tina," Mr. Dubois, François as he insisted she call him, "my wife did not call you?"
"No, why?"
"Anne, you forgot to call Tina!"
"Oh no," Anne said, coming down the staircase while fastening her earrings.
"What's wrong?"
"Henri was invited to a sleepover at his friend Barry's tonight. Apparently, as much as he enjoys your babysitting, popcorn and Star Wars with his friends were more tempting."
"Oh, I understand."
Tina was in a bad spot. She lived too far to walk home and most of her friends were at the final football game of the season where her recent ex-boyfriend was playing as quarterback. And her parents were meeting with her mom's boss in a bid for a much needed promotion. They couldn't afford to miss that meeting.
"What's wrong?" Anne asked, looking at the distressed look on her face.
"Well, I don't really have a ride and I didn't bring any cash with me for a cab..."
"Oh, and no one can't pick you up?"
"Not really..."
"We really should have called you," François said with a frown. "We didn't mean to put you in a bad position."
"I know... I just have to figure this out."
"Well," Anne said with a look to her husband, "did you celebrate your birthday yet? Didn't you turn 18 this week?"
"I did but I broke up with my boyfriend so those plans fell through..."
"Well, let's make that up to you. François, let's cancel those dinner reservations and celebrate with Tina tonight."
"Oh, I don't want to put you out," Tina said, "I can come up with something."
"You're not putting us out," Anne said, drawing Tina into the living room, "you've been a good friend to us ever since we first hired you to babysit for Henri. And frankly, we'd rather spend an evening with you than in a stuffy restaurant. Let us whip up something fast for you all right? Just some simple hors d'oeuvre, appetizers, you call them?"
"Only if it's not any trouble."
"It's not. Just wait for us right here."
Anne walked to the kitchen where her husband was on the phone with the restaurant and putting some champagne glasses in the cooler. Smiling at her, he reached out with his free hand and tweaked her hardened nipple.
