A Friendly Neighbor — Babysitting Part 1
He usually kept to himself. Most days his car left the neighborhood before the rest of the street woke up. His car came in after six most nights, and he wasn’t seen too often on the weekdays. The evenings he could occasionally be seen on short runs around the block, and cooking through the kitchen window. He could be described as cordial, but uninviting. He was tall by most peoples standards, a few inches above six feet with a medium build. His daily attire gave him a slender look. Blue jeans, boots and crisp untucked oxford shirt were invariably a daily staple. His weekly workload could be gauged by the length of his thick, generally well kept, dark beard. By the evenings his cuffs would be rolled, and his dark brown, nearly black, hair in slight disarray. A kean observer might conclude he was a man who sat in an office due to success, not by preference.
This past week had been different. His sister had dropped off her three daughters while she jetted off with her husband on a month long anniversary trip. Judging by his performance getting them ready for school and in the car the first morning, he must have owed her a fierce favor. At ages five, seven, and ten; they were quite rambunctious staying with their favorite uncle. He was forced into casual good morning hellos with the neighbors as the three terrors piled into the truck at a limber 7:45am. His days were much more fast paced as he worked to cram twelve hours worth of work into eight before picking the girls up from school. Then began the mayhem of the afternoon. Before reaching the front door, with little one on his shoulders and the other two yanking at his shirt, bantering about what games they were going play that evening. Each night of that first week inevitably resulted in a trip to frozen yogurt and a movie they weren’t normally allowed to watch. Friday night was filled with date night for the girls, including dinner out, a trip to the movies, and another movie once they got home. By the time the first weekend arrived, he was exhausted.
Saturday morning he got up early merely to enjoy a cup of coffee and silence. Loving the brisk morning air and large cup of black coffee, he threw on the button-up from the day before and his seasoned weekend jeans to grab the mail. Walking to the mail he noticed his neighbor from across the street finishing up a run. She looked over at him and he raised his coffee mug with a smile, a rather cordial, if not somewhat grumpy way of him saying good morning. She changed her jogging direction with a big grin and headed towards his mailbox. She was clearly a sociable person, one of those people who enjoyed meeting anyone and could make a new friend everyday. Eager and boisterous she beat him to the mailbox.
“Good Morning” He pronounced.
“I noticed you’ve had your hands full this week” She asserted with an intrigued tone
“You could say that” He said with a grin and sip of his coffee.
“I’m babysitting for a few weeks, its a bit of a learning process for me”
“I can see that” She bantered. She was very intrigued about the situation but also fairly enamored with the opportunity to learn more about her inauspicious neighbor. He was significantly taller than her, and perhaps much older. He carried himself with a certain level of maturity, perhaps early thirties. His full color hair and body indicated he was in his late twenties. His shirt was mostly unbuttoned, exposing his light but full coverage of chest hair. He noticed her looking at his chest and general body inquisition, realizing he hadn’t exactly dressed for a first encounter. She noticed her wandering eyes were obvious and quickly prompted:
“I have a lot of experience with kids, if you need any help”
“I might take -” He began to say before she interrupted:
“Looks like your day is about to start” She asserted, nodding up to the second story window behind him. He turned around and saw the littlest one waving them while jumping on the bed.
“Ha! Yes” He said with comforting smile “I promised giant pancakes this morning”
Her eyes open and looking up at him, he said without thinking:
“You hungry for breakfast?”
“Sounds great” she said and headed for the door while he grabbed the mail.
Walking behind her, her pert, round butt in yoga pants prompted him to do some analyzation of the situation. He reasoned there was nothing wrong with her around the girls as long as he was supervising, but he was more concerned with her story. How old was she? He never really thought to define an age, he always figured her for early twenties. Perhaps she was in college, staying with her parents? She seemed to self confident to be one who was living with her parents, but her pretty face and freckles said differently.
As they walked in the front door, the little one, who was nearly a personality replica of youngest girl from “Despicable Me”, screamed “PANCAKES!!!“ while flying down the stairs. She immediately ran up to the two of them and introduced herself to the new company. Being the friendly neighbor, she squatted down “Hi there, I’m Amy”
He thought immediately, “Even her name sounds young, maybe she is younger than twenty…” That began to sound illogical even in his head. He started to prep the little princesses’ breakfast as all the girls got acquainted with Amy.
Amy turned to be a huge help. Not only that weekend, but throughout the following week. She spent nearly every night over at his house, playing games with the girls as he cooked dinner and caught up on on work. He was natural chef, a true lover of the craft and food. This was one of the many things that quickly enamored her with him.
With all the time they spent together, her thoughts moved quickly. By mid week she had been woken up by the thoughts of oral fixation, feeling his beard as he kissed her neck, and getting bent over the kitchen counter. She started to match her lingerie in preparation for any given opportunity.
Her efforts did not go unnoticed, but his mind was focused on upcoming projects at work and the trio of girls. Amy’s cute dresses and high heels caught his eye, as well as his thoughts in the worst of ways. She was short in stature for him, but not terribly small by normal standards. Her hair was somewhere between very dirty blonde and light brunette. It was long enough for him to imagine bundling it in his fist as he took her from behind, and wavy enough to remind him she might be more youthful than she presented herself. Unknowingly, he fancied himself older and mature than his actual age. Rightfully so considering his work peers, but clearly irrelevant for this relationship.
Wednesday was the day he lost most of his concern for her age, and came to terms that she is clearly an adult. The girls were playing hide and seek throughout the house and the yard. Amy was bent over the kitchen island, wearing a yellow and purple floral dress and tan heels with red bottoms. He was finely chopping chives, occasionally glancing down her dress. Her breasts were small, but were clearly propped up and being presented to the right audience. At one point the girls opened the front door and back door at the same time, causing a gust of wind to blow through the house. Amy’s dress blew up ever so slightly, exposing white, extra lacey panties barely holding her luscious cheeks inside. She saw him look and casually moved her hand down her hips, over her butt to keep the dress down; all the while giving him a coy smile. There was no lying to himself now, her ultimate intentions were clear. That night his mind spun into filthy thoughts as he imagined unleashing himself on her.
