One Summer Day
It was a day I will never forget for as long as I live.
It had all started so routinely, a warm summer afternoon in which my mom had to go run some errands. Normally she would drop me off with my usual babysitter, old Mrs. Snagworth, but for some reason, she was unavailable today. So instead, she was going to leave me with another woman named Barbara.
I hadn't seen Barbara for years, but I remembered her being very pretty. If I had to guess, I would've said she was from Norway or Sweden, maybe one of those Scandinavian countries. The last time I saw her, she had had long blonde hair, mostly straight, and it framed her gorgeous face and high cheekbones. In addition, Barbara had a very feminine air about her and there was something indefinably magnetic that set her worlds apart from other women.
Having said all that, I think it was her stunning blue eyes that made me unable to hold her gaze.
I had always been a very shy individual, and I found women like Barbara incredibly intimidating. The way she carried herself just gave me the shivers.
As for myself, I was unremarkable, being somewhat skinny and plain looking. Inevitably, I found when I received attention from people like Barbara that it was simply overwhelming to my youthful sensibilities.
Pulling into the driveway of the suburban home, my mom shut off the engine and we got out of the car. It was a nice neighborhood and somewhere down the street, a dog barked and then was silent.
Wordlessly, I followed my mom up the sidewalk to the front door, my heart beating nervously. I knew I was being silly, for Barbara had always been nothing but kind to me. And to be sure, she was a huge improvement on my usual babysitter, Mrs. Snagworth.
The door opened and Barbara smiled broadly as she greeted my mom. Quite frankly, I was completely astounded--she was even prettier than I remembered. As she bent down to say hi to me, I blushed hotly and looked away. I just couldn't keep my eyes on her gorgeous face! My mom thought I was being rude and she slapped my arm, telling me to acknowledge Barbara's greeting.
"H-hi, Miss B-Barbara," I stuttered nervously.
She was wearing short shorts that revealed her long silky legs and a white top so thin that I could see right through it. I swallowed hard as I gaped at the gold swim suit bikini top underneath but it was the way that her big breasts were pushing her top out that had me so flustered.
At the tender age of ten, I was still in the midst of a sexual awakening of sorts, and I was starting to experience feelings I didn't fully understand. Looking at the incredible form of Barbara standing before me, I felt a mixture of nervousness, excitement, intimidation, and arousal, all at once.
My heart was beating a million miles an hour as we stepped inside the comfortable house and my mom made small talk with her. I don't recall a word of what they said as I looked around the living room anxiously, wondering what it was going to be like to be alone with this stunning, sexy woman.
All too soon, my mom said her goodbyes and made ready to leave, causing me to grab her wrist in a panic.
"Mommy," I cried, "Can I go with you today?"
"Now Francis, there's absolutely nothing for you to worry about. Barbara here is going to take very good care of you. I have a lot of stuff I have to do today and you'll only get in the way," she explained patiently.
I hung my head and shuffled my feet, knowing I was being difficult and immature.
"Francis," Barbara said sweetly, "I have a really big back yard and a swing set that you can play on. I think you'll have all kinds of fun while you're here."
"You see? You have nothing to worry about," my mom added, "I'll see you before long and I know you'll have a good time."
With that, she headed out the door and a moment later her car was pulling out of the driveway.
"Francis, make yourself at home," Barbara told me, "is there anything I can get for you?"
I shook my head, still unable to look up at her beautiful but intimidating features.
"Okay sweetie," she said cheerfully as she picked up a bottle of suntan lotion, "I'm going to head out to the back yard and work on my tan."
I watched as she sauntered over and opened the sliding glass door, going out onto the stone patio that surrounded her pool. There were a number of lawn chairs and she sat down on one, peeling her top off in an incredibly delicious display that had me staring dumbfounded at her. At my age, I have never spent a lot of time looking at the adult female form, but hers seemed to be the epitome of perfection. With a super slim waist, it only seemed to emphasize her wonderful, big round breasts, and her shiny gold bikini top seemed unequal to the task of containing them.
Staring at her, I felt an electric buzz ripple through me and I licked my dry lips as I gaped hungrily at this incredible woman.
"Francis!" she suddenly called to me, "Can you bring me my cell phone, please?"
I swallowed hard and looked around the room before seeing the phone on the table. Scooping it up, I went out, opening the sliding glass door and handing it over to her.
I felt so incredibly awed by her, and as my eyes glanced over her flawless body, my heart was beating wildly.
"Thank you, sweetie," she said as she accepted the phone from me with a smile.
I didn't want her to catch me staring at her, so I hastily withdrew to the inside of the house, but once there, I turned back around to gaze at her again. With her back turned obliquely to me, I knew she couldn't see me, and unconsciously, I reached down and began fondling the front of my pants as I took in the sexy scene.
She was doing something with her phone and looked oblivious to her surroundings so I knew I was free to indulge myself.
Masturbation was an entirely new sensation for me, as was my exposure to such a fantastic woman, and I wasn't about to let this opportunity be missed.
She was talking on her phone now, and with the other hand applying suntan lotion to her smooth, perfect skin. I shook my head in amazement as the sun reflected off of her shiny curves, the lotion giving her a sensually erotic sheen.
I bit my lip and stroked myself, my eyes glued to this beautiful babe. All I could think was, what an incredible woman!
After several minutes of self indulgence, I began to get nervous, afraid she might suddenly turn around and see me playing with myself. Reluctantly, I turned and walked down the hallway, figuring I would explore her house a little bit.
Walking past the bathroom which didn't interest me, I came to what I assumed was her bedroom. Everything about it was oh-so feminine and just breathing in the faint scent of her perfume filled me with contentment. A four poster bed with pink and lavender sheets was neatly made up and her large dresser had numerous pictures of her and her girl friends, all of who seemed similarly attractive. I picked up a few to admire before putting them back, trying carefully to return them to their original positions.
Next, I began opening drawers until I found the one containing her lingerie. Oh, the sights and sensations that were overwhelming to a youthful boy like me! Picking up one of her big-cupped bras like it was the Holy Grail, I gazed at it in wonder. Each cup was the size of my head!
God, she was incredible.
Finally, I sighed and walked out of the room.
The next room seem to be devoted to storage, which I walked past, but the next one instantly piqued my interest.
Surprised and intrigued, I stepped into what looked like a baby's nursery. In one corner stood a crib with pink baby blankets, a mobile, and a teddy bear waiting patiently alongside the pillow. A vinyl floored playpen stood across from the crib, and a low chest of drawers was nearby it.
My heart quickly began beating faster.
The room smelled gloriously, like baby powder, and something else, maybe plastic, but it had that distinctively unique scent that brought me instantly back to my early childhood. Unfortunately for my mom, it had taken her forever to potty train me, and it wasn't until kindergarten that I finally graduated to trainers. But even then, it was still a couple years before I could go to bed without wearing thick diapers and plastic pants every night.
Dropping to my knees, I knelt before a low changing table covered in waterproof plastic. My hands slowly stroked the playful nursery print characters decorating the surface before settling on a tall stack of cloth diapers. They were incredibly soft and thick, and without thinking, I quickly picked one up and held it to my face. My heartbeat quickened as I deeply inhaled the special, babyish scent. I blushed at the thought of being pinned into them.
I couldn't explain or understand my feelings, but I felt like I was a cauldron of swirling sensations; excitement, arousal, and shame, all inextricably mixed together. What would Barbara think if she were to catch me here? The idea filled me with both trepidation and a certain naughty excitement, but I was sure that she wasn't due to come back in for quite some time.
On a whim, I opened one of the drawers nearby and sure enough, a large selection of colorful plastic panties were to be found. They looked so cute and babyish, so much fancier than the plain white ones my mom used to dress me in.
I picked out a pink pair with nursery print and held it in my trembling hands. What would it feel like to wear waterproof panties again? For some strange reason, these excited me like nothing else. My little wiener had become stiff in my pants and a wet spot was forming in my underwear.
"So! You like to play with diapers, do you?" I suddenly heard from behind me.