This story goes along with my theme as the bus driver. The events of this story just like any of the others are a fantasy. Parts of the story may be true but most of it is fiction. In this story the characters meet years prior. It isn’t until the character is in college and over 18 that things change. No minors mentioned are ever witnesses to or subjects of acts any actions. Minors are for story line and subject purposes and in no way, shape, or form are involved in any adult activity.
So, if you have or haven’t read my other stories, my name is John Stempkinovich I’m a school bus driver. I generally take the same route every year that I can. I drove a route for several years that first picked up high school and then middle school in the neighborhood and I had the route for six years.
It is interesting to watch how much kids change physically and see the growth of maturity. They’re not only smarter but taller at the end of the year. The physical changes also start to show. I’ll let your imagination determine what changes those might be.
One such student was Megan. Megan stood out among others. She had a captivating smile, was about average build being about 4’8″ and 95-100 pounds, and had long straight red hair. She was hard to not miss. Over the years she grew taller. I’m sure boys her age recognized her development too.
Fast forward six years and the same bunch of kids are all now a Seniors. Since Seniors are able to drive I don’t see any of them anymore. I really never saw Megan after the last day of school of her Junior Year. She had grown to about 5’8″‘by then. Was still skinny and her chest had grown out a bit. That’s what usually happens since Seniors are permitted to drive to school. Then once they graduate most move out of town for college. You don’t even see them around town.
It had been two years since Megan graduated and she would now be Freshman in college, assuming she went to college. I walked into a print/scan/copy store to print something and get some supplies. I see what looks like Megan behind the counter while I use the self service copier/printer. I could see her looking at me. I was positive it was her but I have always told myself to not engage unless they do. As I finished up and turned around she looked at me. Although her height remained the same it was clear that her chest had caught up and was now bigger and she looked to be about 135-140 pounds. She for sure kept herself in shape.
Megan said, “Aren’t you a bus driver? You were my bus driver for years.”
“You’re Mr. John, right?” she then asked.
“Yes, that’s me!” I said.
“You’re Megan, right?” I asked her.
“Yes!” she said. “You were our favorite bus driver!”
“You should have graduated by now. Did you go to College?”, I asked.
“I did! I’m going to college locally. I’m looking to major in education. I’m thinking of elementary but I also like music so I’m still deciding if I want to teach core subjects or music,” she said.
“What about you?” she asked.
“Good for you, I’m still driving and I started a business. It’s going well,” I said.
She then asked, “How’s your daughter?”
“She is doing well too,” I answered.
“I remember that you had her picture up in your bus. She had red hair like me, right?” she asked.
“Yes, she still has her red curly hair. In fact, all my kids have reddish hair,” I replied.
“Do you remember when I dyed my hair black and you yelled at me for it?” she asked. “You said I ruined my hair, do you remember telling me that?”
“I do remember that!” I replied.
“Would you believe I just had the last of the black finally stop showing?” she asked.
“I can,” I said. “That’s what I meant about ruining it for some time.”
She laughed.
“I have a few things I need to get. I don’t want to keep you from working either. It was nice to see you!” I said.
“Nice to see you again too!” she said as I turned away.
I got the items I also needed and I was walking back to the front to pay for my items.
“Hey, Mr. John, do you remember Sara and Rachel too?”, she asked.
“I do,” I replied.
“Do you still talk to them too?”, I then asked.
“As a matter of fact I do. They’re both in the area. They each have an apartment and are working here in town. I just sent a message to Sara to tell her that I saw you! She sent back right away to tell you she said hello,” she said.
“Tell her I said hello back,” I said.
“Well, like I said, it was nice to see you again. I need to leave.” I said as I walked to the cashier.
Megan said, “The same here!”
I doubted l would run into her again. However, a few weeks later on a Friday evening I needed to head to the store and low and behold she was working. As I was walking into the store I got a call from my wife Julie.
When I answered, Julie said, “You’re Not gilling to believe this! Briana just sent me a text needs to give Ray a ride out of state tomorrow and she can’t watch the kids.”
To fill you in, Ray is Briana’s “Boyfriend”. They kinda date and kinda Friends with Benefits. Briana won’t leave him because he doesn’t have any family and is mostly a recluse except for going to work. She feels bad for him. He knows it and abuses her for it.
As for Julie and Briana, they have been friends since they were kids. They call and/or text each other daily. The advantage is we don’t need to pay her. However, she often isn’t reliable. She gets the kids Christmas presents and despite living 15 minutes away from us doesn’t bring them over until four plus months later.
“What the heck! We asked her months ago when we started planning this!” I said. “We even said it would be a good opportunity to bring the kids their Christmas gifts!”
“I know right! I bet Ray has no clue we even asked her to watch them three months ago. What do you want to do?” she asked.
I replied, “I don’t know. I’m just walking into the store. I’ll call you when I’m done.”
“Ok,” she replied.
I entered into the store and started shopping for what I needed. As I walked back to the front I was surprised to see that Megan was working.
At about the same time we both said, “Hello!”
She looked busy and I was about to head to the cashier when our previous conversation a few weeks ago about her in college to become a teacher and after just hearing news our babysitter backed out last minute it gave me an idea.
“What are the odds that she has watched kids before? What are the odds she is free on such short notice? You don’t know unless you ask?” I thought.
So, I waited for her to finish what she was working on. I had turned around and was leaning on the counter waiting. She snuck up behind me.
“Hey Mr. John, how are you?” I heard her ask.
I turned around to face her.
“I’m great Megan,” I said as I set my planned purchases down.
“How are you?” I asked.
“I’m great! Things are still well,” she said.
“Good to hear,” I said. “I have a question to ask you.”
“Sure. What is it?” she asked.
“I’m wondering if you babysit? My wife and I had plans to go out tomorrow night. As I was walking in here I found out our sitter we had lined up backed out. I wouldn’t have normally thought to ask you. I didn’t even think of it until now. Would you be able to tomorrow?” I asked.
She thought for a moment and then said, “Actually, I am free tomorrow.”
“How many kids do you have now?” she asked.
“I have Three. Two girls and a boy,” I answered.
“Oh my gosh, I would love to! What time?” she asked.
“We have dinner reservations at 5:30 and we have a show to see at 7:30. I believe it is a two and a half hour show. I’m figuring we should be home by 11:00. So figure 5:00 until 11:00. Unless you want to head over a bit earlier and meet everyone while my wife and I are still home,” I said.
“That’s not a bad idea,” she said. “I’ll plan to be there at about 3:30. This way you can get ready and not have to worry about what the kids are doing. It will also give time get all the information I may need for emergencies and stuff.”
“That will work,” I said.
“What’s your number?” I asked. “I’ll text you the address.”
She gave me her number and I called her so she would have my number.
“Bring your bathing suit, ” I said. “The pool is open. For dinner, we will order a pizza and have it delivered.”
“That works for me!” she said.
“I can’t thank you enough for agreeing on such short notice,” I said as I waved goodbye.
“Not a problem! I’m glad I can help out. I’ll see you tomorrow!” she said as she waved.
I went up front and paid for what I was there for and then walked out of the store. I got in the car and called my wife.
“You won’t believe this. I found someone to watch the girls tomorrow!” I said when she answered.
She replied, “Really, you found a stranger to watch our children?”
“No, not really. She used to be one of the girls I drove for 5 years. She graduated last year, and is now a freshman in college majoring in education. Her name is Megan and is a really nice young girl. I told her to be at our house for 5:00. When I suggested she may want to get there earlier to meet you and the kids she said she would be there for 3:30. She would watch them while we got ready,” I told her and that put her at ease.
I sent Megan a text with our address. I followed it up with another text message that said, “See tomorrow afternoon about 3:30!”
Megan replied, “Got it! Thanks, I’ll see you then.”
We carried on with our Saturday as usual. We ran some errands, took the kids to practice in the morning, and chilled by the pool in the afternoon. I got out of the pool a few minutes before Megan was to arrive so I could greet her. Megan showed up right on time. She had on light colored denim shorts that barely covered butt cheeks, a green spaghetti strap tank top with green bra straps showing, and matching green low cut converse sneakers. She had a small bag which I assumed had her swimsuit and towel.
“Hey Megan, welcome!” I said.
She said, “Hello Mr. John!”
“Megan, you may just call me John. If you want, you may also call me Mr.S but, we’re no longer in school so honestly John is just fine.” I told her.
“I’ll need to figure out what I like best. Just remember that for the last close to eight years I’ve known or thought of you as Mr. John!”she replied.
“”Everyone is out in the pool,” I said.
“Did you want to change and put your stuff down first?” I asked.
“That would be great!” she replied.
I then have her directions on how to find the bathroom inside to change and how to make her way out to the patio and pool area.
“I’m going to head out to the patio and let them know you’re here,” I told her.
“Great, thank you! It’ll be out back in a bit,” she said.
Julie, my wife, was already out of the pool when I got back out to the patio and she was sitting in a chair.
“Megan is here,” I said to Julie. “She is getting changed first and will be right out.”
A few minutes later Megan opened the sliding door.
Julie looked at Megan and then turned to me and said, “You didn’t mention she has red hair! The kids will think it’s great. She looks very proper. I’ll go get the kids out of the pool while she makes her way over and we can all meet her at once.”
Julie went to get our children out of the pool.
I stood up and motioned for Megan to head to me. As she approached the pool patio area I was able to get a look at her outfit. I was speechless. She had on a green colored bikini with white polka dots. The top portion that covered her what looked to be around 34B size breasts was triangular in shape. It appeared as if the string could slide between them. Her bottoms covered her front and rear. It had bows tied on each side (a type of bikini) and other than the strings there was nothing on either side. She swapped her converse shoes for matching green flip flops. The color green complimented her skin tone well and brought out the color of her red hair.
I couldn’t help but think, “Wow! She matured more than I imagined!”
She had tied her hair back in a ponytail. As she got to the patio table I noticed she had a pierced belly button. It was a cute stud style and in the center of her navel was a starfish made of green emeralds.
By then Julie had got everyone out of the pool.
“Hey everyone!” I said.
They all looked at me as I stood next to Megan.
“This is Megan. She will be your sitter for the evening while your mom and I go out,” I said. “Megan, this is my wife Julie, Julie please meet Megan.”
“Hello Megan, nice to meet you. My husband speaks highly of you. You may call me Mrs. S. or Julie whichever you prefer,” Julie said.
“Megan, these are our children,” I said.
“Tell Megan your names, kids, go one at a time,” Julie told the children.
My youngest spoke up first, “I’m Jordan!”
“Hi Jordan!” Megan said. “My name is Megan and it’s nice to meet you. I’m going to guess you are about four.”
“Yup!” Jordan said.
Next my middle child’s turn. “Hello, my name is Juliet!” she exclaimed.
“Well Hello Juliet!” Megan said. “It’s nice to meet you! I’m going to guess that you are 6 and in Kindergarten.”
“You’re right. How did you know that?” Juliet asked.
“Megan, last but not least, this is the girl that I had a photo of in my bus this is,” I paused. I then pointed to my oldest daughter hoping she would get the hint to say her name.
She did and said, “Jessie! I’m Jessie.”
“We’ll, Jessie it’s nice to finally meet you! I remember seeing your pictures in your dads bus every year,”
Megan said.
“I hated when he had them posted!” Jessie said.
Megan’s response made Jessie
smile, “Well Jessie,” Megan said. “I liked seeing them every year. It showed how proud your dad is of you! It was neat to watch you grow. I also have to tell you something else. When I looked at your photos I got a bit jealous. I wished that my red hair was as curly as yours is.
“Now, let me think. You were about three years old the first year your dad was my bus driver. He was then my driver for six years, then add one more for my last year I didn’t ride, and this year would put you at 11.”
“Wow, she’s good!” Jessie commented.
“I think it is cool that all of your names start with the letter ‘J’,” Megan stated.
“Well I think it’s cool that there are four people with red hair in the same place!” Juliet shouted.
We all laughed.
I guess I should mention that neither Julie nor I have red hair. We both have dark brown hair. However, it’s a recessive gene that she and I apparently both carry and for whatever reason when chromosomes aligned for each of our children that recessive gene occurred. Julie and I often joke with the kids about it.
We say, “Well it will be easier for us as your parents to deny you’re all our children than it will be for any of you to deny that you’re siblings.”
Well, that’s enough of a tangent, let’s get back to the story.
“We’ll kids who would like to get back in the pool?” Megan asked.
Everyone raised their hand.
Julie and I sat on the patio and watched Megan, Jordan, Juliet, and Jessie swim in the pool. They would chit chat, spin each other around in tubes, splash each other, and more. The kids were really taking a liking to Megan.
“Well so far I like her,” Julie said to me. “And from the looks of things, so do the kids.”
It was getting to be about 4:15. Julie and I decided we should get ready. I suggested that Julie shower first and I’ll take one when she’s done. This will give her time to put on makeup, blow dry her hair, and go over her mom list with Megan. Julie agreed with me and off she went while I picked up the trash, empty drinks cups, and such and threw them in the trash. I then packed up snacks and other stuff and brought them inside, put the lids on the containers, and put everything away where we stored it.
I needed to use the restroom and since I was down stairs I opted to use the one off the kitchen. I had totally forgotten that it’s the same bathroom that Megan got changed in. When I entered the bathroom her bag surprised me.
“We don’t have a bag like this,” I thought. “Wait, it’s Megan’s, I can see her green shirt.”
While using the bathroom I noticed her shirt wasn’t the only thing visible.
I could see something brass colored and a white strap that was partially green and white with visible letters “ret”. I knew exactly what I was seeing. I had looked at this set for Julie. It was the “V” of the V-hardware V-string from Victoria Secret in verdant green. The “ret” was the last three letters on the front part of the bra strap and her bra was also verdant green.
I couldn’t help myself. I had to look.
I took a photo so I could remember the placement of everything. I checked out her bra first. I was right size 34B. I then picked up the panties. She wore a size small in panties, just as I expected. I looked in the gusset to see a small wet spot. I held it to my noise and inhaled deeply. The scent of her little kitty’s juice smelled like fresh baked sourdough bread and I got a wiff of her body spray or wash too. It smelled like strawberries. The scent gave me shivers. It was for sure the smell of a normal healthy, young, & I imagine perfect vagina.
I quickly took one more sniff before I put them back in her bag the way I found them.
Julie was just getting out of the shower. I stepped outside to yell, “Alright kids, everyone out for a bit. Dry off and we need to give Megan a tour of the house.”
Everyone got out and started to dry off. I went up to shower. By thenJulie had just finished and was putting on her dress. She already had on a red lace Victoria Secret bra and matching v-string thong.
Julie then put on a sexy red dress that hugged her curves well and finished doing her hair.
I took a shower and shaved. As I was getting dressed Julie finished her makeup and I could hear everyone in the house.
“I’m going down stairs to go over things with Megan,” Julie said.
I could hear Julie giving Megan a tour of the house and showing her where she had laid out pajamas for the kids along with our emergency contact information and primary care physicians should something happen and it would be needed. She also had written down routines for each child.
I also heard Julie say, “I already ordered the pizza and should be there for about 6:00.”
We told Megan that honestly didn’t expect the kids to be asleep when we got home. We just hope they have fun and are at least in pajamas. Above all we hope they’re and most importantly that they listen and are respectful to you.
We said our goodbyes and good nights and departed. We had a great dinner and saw an awesome Off Broadway show. It was nice to get out and just focus on us which is something we rarely did.
We sent Megan a message that we were on the way home. She didn’t reply right away in fact we were almost home when she did.
“Okay sounds good. Sorry, for the delay. Be quiet when you get here. They all fell asleep waiting for you, they’re so cute. They each fought hard. I was actually just dozing off myself. Sorry.” she sent back.
When we arrived home around 10:45 we were beyond surprised. Megan was watching the rest of the movie she started watching with the kids. Despite having dozed off. All the kids were in pajamas and she had braided the girls hair,
“Oh, I also wrapped the pizza and put it in the fridge and the pool clothes are just finishing up in the dryer, I’ll get my stuff before I leave. I hope you don’t mind that I washed my bathing suit too.” Megan said.
“Nope, that’s fine,”Julie said. “In fact, I’m impressed you had the time!”
“How were they?” I asked.
“They were great!” Megan said. “We had a lot of fun. I got them out of the pool, dried off, and changed after the pizza was here. They opted to put on pajamas to watch the movie.”
“Wow! Of course. They’re terrible for us but polite in public!” Julie said.
Julie and I both thanked Megan and I paid her. We walked her to the door.
“Hopefully, I see you again!” Julie said as she walked out the door. “I had a really great time! Have a good night and goodbye.”
“I’m sure you will!” Julie said. “Have a great night and get home safe.”
Julie closed the door.
I looked at Julie and said, “I’m sure you will. What was that all about?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “We’ll need to see what the kids say in the morning but I really like her. Besides, she was one of the few that kids actually fell asleep for even if not in their rooms s So, it seems they were comfortable enough.”
Julie did have a point. We got ourselves ready for bed and crawled into bed to sleep. I wanted to make love but Julie was tired. We turned off the lights and went to sleep.
In the morning our children woke up shortly after Julie’s alarm clock went off. I was already down stairs starting coffee. Julie came into the kitchen followed by the kids.
We didn’t need to wait long to find out details or see how they liked Megan.
In fact, as soon as they got in the kitchen and sat down at the table we got our answer.
“When are you guys going to go out again?”, they asked in unison. “We want Megan to watch us again and soon!”
“She did say the three of you were good, that you all had fun, and liked her pajamas and movie idea,” I said.
“We will have to see,” Julie chimed in.
We contacted Megan and asked if she was free for a Saturday the following month later that week. She gave us two Saturdays that she was free and we asked her to be our sitter again.
Things went just as well that evening too. When we returned that evening. Julie surprised me.
“Hey, Megan,” Julie said to get her attention. “Out of curiosity are you always free on the third Saturday evening of the month?”
“For the most part I am,” Megan responded. “Why are you asking?”
“It would be perfect if you were!”, Julie exclaimed. “John and I would like to have you be our regularly scheduled sitter on the third Saturday of the month for a date night and the kids really like having you watch them. So it seems to be a win-win for everybody. Of course, that is if it’s okay with you too?”
“Don’t you normally have someone else watch them? Wasn’t it like a friend of yours or something?” Megan
asked.
“Normally, we did, well we used to,” Julie replied. “My friend Briana was our go to sitter but she is way too unreliable, she has backed out at the last minute on several occasions. It’s the reason John and I don’t have many chances to go out. We are too afraid that we will make plans, get the kids hyped up, and everything to have her then she cancels on us. We’re either left scrambling or canceling our plans. All five of us are then let down.
“Having a regular scheduled night out is what John and I need. Having a sitter that is willing to watch our children once a month, that shows up when they are supposed to, is comfortable with our children and our children are comfortable with them, is honest, trustworthy, liked, and respected is the key to having a date night. I think we have found all those qualities and then some in you Megan!”
“Ahh thanks Mrs. S!”Julie said. “That really means a lot and I would love to. I’ll make sure that I am free the third Thursday each month. Have you mentioned this to the kids yet?
“No,” Julie responded. “No we haven’t but we will in the morning!”
“I think they will be excited!” Megan said.
“I’m sure they will be!” I said. “I’m also really surprised that Julie has decided to replace Briana!”
Since -Julie and I decided to make the third Saturday of the month a regular outing and have Megan watch our children it has been wonderful! It’s nice to be able to get out and talk to each other at dinner without interruptions. We would discuss work, plan our month, and enjoy being with each other. We could go out for adult content movies, shows, see comedians, or even go out to a bar. They were fun for the kids too. Megan would plan activities, bring crafts, and games. She even offered to cook dinner at her own expense.
Megan would sometimes arrive needing to change and other times she would have on a sundress or shorts and a tank top or t-shirt and just head right into the pool if the kids were in it or ask them if they wanted to swim.
After several months Megan was able to get the kids into bed before we got home. This was a sign that they finally were comfortable and trusting in Megan. It also meant that we, as a family, needed to do everything we could to make sure we didn’t lose her so we didn’t need to start over.
It was getting later into the school year. One Saturday evening on our regularly scheduled date night Megan mentioned that after she had got everyone to bed she was going to do some studying for an exam down in the family room. So, if we couldn’t find her when we got home that’s where she might be.
On the way home I sent Megan a text letting her know that we were on the way. She didn’t reply back, so I figured that she was either busy or maybe didn’t have enough reception if she was in the basement since it was hit or miss.
Julie and I arrived home and quietly went into the house. We were assuming at least the kids were asleep and didn’t want to wake them up. Checking upstairs that was in fact the case. Quietly opening the door, each bedroom we discovered each child in their own bed and sound asleep. We couldn’t find Megan and she must have not heard us arrive home.
“Didn’t Megan say she would be in the family room studying?” Julie asked. “Maybe she is down there and didn’t hear us come home. I’m feeling a bit tired and want to get to bed. Why don’t you head downstairs and let her know we’re home.”
“Okay,” I replied. “That nap I took earlier today was a mistake. I’m not tired yet. I’m thinking of watching a show I recorded. I’ll watch it and head up when it’s over.”
“Works for me,” my wife said. “Just don’t wake me up when you do come to bed.”
I gave her a kiss and said, “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight,” she replied back.
I made my way down to the basement. The lights were off and I was quiet. I could see the glow of a screen. I knew it wasn’t the TV. I saw the top part of the tight bun in Megan’s hair and I could see the top part of what looked like headphones going over her head.
“That’s why she didn’t hear us arrive home,” I thought. “She must be watching a presentation for her class or maybe listening to music with her headphones on and couldn’t hear us when we got home.”
I called her name but she didn’t budge. Not wanting to tap her shoulder and scare her, I went around the front. When I did, I could see she was asleep. Her computer was on the coffee table playing a presentation, she was sitting on the couch with her legs criss-cross-apple-sauce, her head was leaning back against the pillows of the couch, her eyes were closed, and she somehow had managed to be holding a cup of coffee in her lap.
“She’s asleep, it must have been a long day and studying got to her,” I thought to myself. “Let me see if I can get the cup out of her lap before I wake her up. I don’t want her to get burned.”
As I attempted to do so the movement awakened her and she was startled. She jumped and spilled her coffee which was still hot all over her Jersey knit gray shorts and the light yellow t-shirt with her college’s name on it.
“Oooh! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! That’s hot!”, she said as she woke up all startled.
She quickly leaned forward and put the cup, which was now empty, down on the table and stood up and frantically jumped around.
She quickly took off her headphones. She then did something totally unexpected. She reached to her waist and pulled off her shirt to reveal a light yellow bra and then hooking her fingers to the waist of her shorts she dropped not only her shorts but her light yellow thong panties at the same time! Once they reached the floor, she stepped out of her coffee stained shorts and panties. I couldn’t help but notice she was completely shaved. I was definitely surprised to see this almost 20 year old college student practically naked in front of me in my basement family room. I’m not sure why she did it. Perhaps due to the fact it was hot liquid on her clothes was burning her skin, or maybe because she was still somewhat asleep and forgot where she was. Maybe, she forgot it was me who startled her, or perhaps it was just a natural reaction. Who knows it may have been a combination of a few.
Anyway, “I’m so sorry to startle you Megan!” I said.”Ummm, Shirt, yeah let me go find you one of my shirts. You can’t stand here naked. You can wear that for now, yeah that will work. I’ll take your clothes and put them in the washer for you on my way.”
“Okay,” she said.
“You might as well take these and this too!” she said as she removed her socks and bra.
I tried hard not to stare. I also quickly turned before she had a chance to see the bulge that started to develop in my shorts.
“There should be some paper towels next to the mini fridge and a towel in the bathroom. Dry yourself off and we can start cleaning up everything. I’ll find you that shirt and I think we have burn cream,” I said.
“Burn cream will help she,” said as she handed me her soiled clothes.
I turned and walked away. Once out of the room I shook my head and let myself relax. I found a t-shirt for her to wear and grabbed the burn cream. I headed back to the room. When I walked in I lost all wiener control. I was standing straight out and the hardest I had been in a long time. The sight of seeing Megan bending over and wiping up the spill with her cute ass facing me. Watching her ass wiggle as she moved and now that I was paying more attention I noticed that she didn’t have any tan lines was way to much and woke up my best friend!
I stood there a moment and enjoyed the view before I let her know I was back. I handed her the shirt. She thanked me and put it on. I then proceeded to help clean up.
I could see her stare at my crotch a few times. I was having no luck getting him to deflate. After all, one of the cutest girls I knew was in my basement family room, wearing one of my shirts as clothing. In fact it was the only piece of clothing she had on!
She was sans bra, panties, and socks! All of which she took off right in front of me just moments before.
We got everything cleaned up. I sat down on the couch and surprisingly she sat right next to me.
“Mr. John, I need to tell you something,” she said.
“Megan, please you don’t need to call me Mr. John. Just John is fine but
Mr. S will also work,” I said.
“What is it that you want to tell me?” I asked.
“Well, here’s the thing. I owe you a thank you!” she said.
“For washing your clothes?” I asked.
“No!” she said.
“For getting you some burn cream lotion?” I asked.
“That’s not it either,” she replied.
“For giving you a chance to be our child sitter?”I asked.
“Nope! It’s something a bit deeper and it goes back well before I started watching the kids,” she said.
“Well what is it that you want to thank me for?” I asked.
“It’s something I should have said a long time ago. I just never had the courage or chance. Now that you’re back in my life and I enjoy watching your children I’m thinking it’s time that I tell you,” she said.
She looked at me with an innocent look on her face and then quickly switched to a more serious look.
“Do you remember how I used to ask you questions about things and life when I rode the bus?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I said.
“They seemed like questions a child would ask their father, right?” she asked.
“We’ll yeah, I quess they sort of were now that I think back,” I answered. “Why are you mentioning this Megan?”
“Well my father wasn’t really part of my life. I still don’t see him. My mom dated a few guys but I never liked any of them and none of them lasted long enough for me to get to know or trust. Having you as my bus driver for six years was a blessing. Believe it or not, you were the longest constant male figure I had in my life!
“I knew that you would always be there every morning to pick me up and every afternoon to get me home. Not that I looked forward to going home everyday. You were the one male in my life I knew could count on you to be there for me and to listen when I needed an adult to listen. To offer your advice or opinion. You never told me what I should do. You saw things from both sides of the fence or gave me options and let me decide what direction I should go. It meant more to me than you can imagine. That’s what I want to thank you for!”
I was shocked. I paused for a moment to process what she just said and then to string words together for a reply.
Finally, I said, “Wow! Megan, that is deep. I never knew that about you. Then again, I never asked and you didn’t share. The same can hold true today, I’ll always be there for you. I’m sure Julie would be too. We don’t want to lose you as a sitter. The kids, Julie, and I all like you. So, as long as you’re still around and we still need a sitter you have a place here.”
“Thank you, that really means a lot,” she said.
Leaning closer to me she gave me a hug. I put my hand down on what I thought was her leg and rubbed it to return the hug. However; she flinched and moaned a bit.
“Are you okay Megan?” I asked.
“Yes, I’m fine,” she said. “That’s not my leg. Did you forget that I’m only wearing your t-shirt?” she asked.
I kept rubbing while I looked at exactly where my hand was. I was rubbing the top of her crotch!
“Oh my I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.” I said.
I quickly pulled my hand away. I started to apologize again. Megan stopped me before I could apologize again.
“I asked if you forgot, I didn’t ask of tell you to stop, did I?” she asked.
I kept my hand there and rubbed a bit harder. She let out a moan.
Megan then demanded, “Please don’t stop! It feels good. Don’t stop!”
“What!” I thought
I kept rubbing and Megan wiggled as she adjusted herself to ensure I made contact with the right spot. I moved my hand and inserted a finger into her vagina. She moaned louder and harder. I moved my finger faster. She then tensed for a moment, and began to shake.
She started shaking harder and getting a body started to become even more tense.
“Come on! That’s it! Come on! Let it go!” she said between moans.
“Does that feel good?” I asked.
“Mmmhmm! Oh my, Holy Flip!” she said.
With that she released a bunch of cum. I kept my finger moving the whole time she did.
When her orgasm ended she said, “That was incredible! That felt so freaking spectacular!”
She moved her hands to my groin area and rubbed my shaft through my pants. She then moved herself in front of me and freed it from my pants.
She admired its size and gave it a few licks up and down.
“Holding my shaft with both hands while kneeling in front of me she looked up at me and smiles.
“My turn!” she said with a huge smile just before taking as much as she could into her mouth.
I was disappointed when she stopped and stood up. I was enjoying having this young hot girl suck me off. However; when she turned around so her ass was in my face I knew there was more to come.
She then leaned over and touched her ankles. This gave me an incredible view of her perfect pussy lips. She then started to give me a lap dance. She would bring her ass down and rub her kitty over my shaft to tease me. I was going into ecstasy!
It was then that I shifted myself to a better position and I reached my hand under her ass while she continued to grind on my raging hard cock. I grabbed it and stood it up. When she moved up a bit I stood my cock up with my hand and wrapped my free arm around her and pulled her to my lap. In one instant I completely impaled her tiny little pussy with my cock like it was a spear.
She let out a moan. Then said, “Holy Shit! It’s bigger than I thought! Let me slide off and on a little at a time. I want to work myself back down slowly and let everything adjust to the size of your monster!”
With that she slowly worked herself up to the head of my cock. Using her legs and waist she slowly worked down and up to take a little more each time. Finally, she was able to get all of my 13 inch cock inside her and was as comfortable as she could be. She picked up the pace going faster and faster by the second. Her athletic schism certainly showed.
Her grip was amazing! It was awesome to be in a nice tight young and fertile pussy! I was her age the last time I my cock in a pussy this young. Man I was heaven.
I pushed her up off the couch while I kept myself buried in her deep.
“Walk with me over to the arm of the couch and lean over,” I told her.
She did just that and I began to pound her pussy doggy for a bit. I then pulled out, turned her around, picked her up and moved her so she could lay down on the couch. I put a knee on the couch and my foot on the floor.
I grabbed her leg that was against the couch and pushed it to the cushion and pushed her other leg to the other side so her legs spread her legs apart. I let go of her leg for a moment with one hand so I could use it to guide my cock, which was now throbbing shaft to her swollen and glistening vagina. I then grabbed her leg and spread her legs apart while I continued to pound her tight and perfect little pussy.
“Wow! It looks beautiful!”, I thought to myself.
I then let my cock part her lips once again. I slowly work my way back inside. She was so incredibly tight. I once again picked up the pace and started pounding her like jackhammer. Her vagaina definitely knew how to take a beating and it was apparent that Megan wasn’t as cute and innocent as I thought or at least she wasn’t anymore!
I could feel myself on the cusp of releasing.
“Where do you want me to cum”, I asked her.
“Oh my, holy shit! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me cum in my pussy! Fill me up and fill me fucking deep! I’ve never had a cock so big!” Megan exclaimed.
“Are you sure, Megan?” I asked while still thrusting into her tight box.
“I’m not wearing a condom! What if I get you pregnant?” I managed to say between breaths.
“Relax! Shit! That feels good! I’m going to cum again too! I’m on the pill!” she said.
That was all I needed to hear. As soon as I started to unload she started to shake and convulse. I grabbed a throw pillow and put it over handed it to her. She put it over her face and then bit down as hard as she could to muffle her screams. The basement family room was well insulated but we didn’t want to wake anyone.
Once our orgasims subsided and I went limp in her I slid out. I could see dribbles of my sperm oozing from her. She must have felt it because she reached down with her finger and caught it on it. She then brought it to her mouth and liked it clean.
“I know there’s still a ton more up still up in my freshly fucked vagina but, I didn’t want what was running out to go to waste!” she commented.
We both smiled. I leaned down and gave her a kiss.
I sat down on the couch. My pants hooked to one leg to catch my breath. She got up and adjusted my t-shirt and sat next to me. She took my left arm and draped it over her left shoulder and leaned into me. I could smell her hair which smelled like strawberries. However, it wasn’t enough to mask the smell that we just fucked in the room!’p
She used her right hand to grab my left and placed my left hand on her womanhood. I began to softly rub her down there again. She began to relax and before I knew it she was asleep.
I picked her up and brought her upstairs to the guest bedroom and put her to bed. I went back down and cleaned up the couch some more. The washer had finished its cycle.
She still had her bathing suit and stuff in the dryer. I took all that out and folded it. I took her clean clothes out of the washer and put them into the dryer. I left out her light yellow bra and panties since it isn’t good for them to be in the dryer. It’s better to let them air dry. Luckily, spraying some stain remover and quickly getting things in the wash prevented the coffee from staining anything.
I brought her bathing suit up to the spare room along with her phone. She looked so cute sleeping on the bed. I placed her folded laundry on top of the dresser in the room and hung her bra and panties up in the closet.
I washed up real quick. I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote a note.
It said, “Megan: Good Morning! I hope you slept well. What happened this morning is our secret for now. The reason you slept here is simple.I startled you when I went to let you know we were home since you had fallen asleep. You were holding coffee and it spilled on your clothes when I started you. I gave you a t-shirt to wear and you got your bathing suit bottoms out of the dryer and put your clothes in the wash. Speaking of which, your bathing suit bottoms are on the dresser and you may want to put them on. Technically, this is all true. You felt too sleepy to drive home and I suggested you stay in the spare room. You thought that was a great idea.
See you in the morning,
Mr. S”
I went off to bed. As I expected Julie was sound asleep. I fell asleep rather quickly and I slept very well.
Julie and I woke up about the same time, which was around 7:45am.
“Megan spent the night in the guest room,” I said to Julie while we both were still in bed.
“Is everything okay?” Julie asked.
“Yes, she is fine,” I said. “You were right she was down stairs studying. She must have just made a coffee before we got home to keep herself awake. It was apparently too late. She fell asleep holding the coffee in her lap. I’m not sure how but, she didn’t spill it. When I went to wake her up, I startled her and the hot coffee spilled all over her and of course her clothes were soaked. She didn’t want the stain to set in and asked if we could wash her clothes here.”
“Oh that terrible!” Julie said.
“I know I felt so bad,” I replied.
I paused for a second and quickly fabricated a story that at least seemed possible about how she got undressed. “It’s funny now but at the time it wasn’t. She almost got undressed right in front of me. It appeared as if her instinct was to strip right there when she reached to take off her shorts. Megan, wait! You shouldn’t do that in front of me. The half bath is right there. Go take everything off in there and wait. I’ll get you a shirt you can wear, find you some burn cream, and get some towels.”
She then said, “Good thinking Mr. S!”
As she ran off to the bathroom.
Continuing with my story I was telling Julie. I said. “I quickly ran up and got the burn cream, stopped in and grabbed a T-shirt, and picked up some extra towels to clean up to spill. I also grabbed some cleaner for the floor.
“When I got back, I knocked on the door, she opened it enough for her hand fit through, I put the shirt in her hand, she said thanks, and a moment later she emerged from the bathroom.”
As she emerged she was holding my shirt down. She said something like,
“Good thing your shirt is super big on me and covers everything! My underwear got coffee on them too. I’ll be right back. I throw this stuff in the washing machine. I can put my bathing suit bottoms on for now. I’ll be right back to get the towels and help you clean up.”
Off she went and returned moments later. She had also stopped in the pantry to get a roll of paper towels and helped me clean up the spill and clean the floor.
Megan then remarked, “It’s a good thing you have waterproof floors and the couch isn’t an absorbent fabric.”
Looking at her she was still exhausted. I suggested she spend the night in the guest room. She agreed she probably shouldn’t drive home either. We each said sleep well and she went into the guest room.
We got out of bed and made our downstairs and started coffee. I put on the oven and Julie started to crack eggs. When the oven was heated I put bacon in it to cook. Our kids were awake shortly after and sitting around the family room. We didn’t tell them Megan was still here.
Megan walked into the kitchen. The kids all had their back to the doorway.
“Do I smell coffee and bacon?” she asked.
Our kids paused mid their conversation and turned around.
“What’s Miss Megan doing here and why is she wearing dad’s t-shirt?” they all asked.
I answered, “To make a long story short, last night Miss Megan fell asleep holding coffee. When I went to let her know we were home I startled her. She spilled the coffee all over herself and her clothes need to be washed. She was too tired to drive home. So, she spent the night and washed her clothes at our house.”
Looking Megans way I said, “Isn’t that right Megan?”
“Pretty much!” she said.
“Megan, would you like coffee?” I asked.
“Yes please,” she said. ” I would love some just don’t startle me this time.”
We laughed.
Megan got up close to me and while making her coffee said in a whisper,
“Thanks for the bathing suit idea and letting me spend the night. I don’t think I would’ve made it home without falling asleep. One more thing, I am leaking your cum out of me right now!”
Breakfast was ready. The five of us and our unexpected overnight guest all sat down and began to enjoy our breakfast.
It seemed we were in the clear. No one had any suspicion of the late night fun Megan and I had.