- I am 46
- Caters to:
- What is my sex:
- What is my figure features:
- I'm quite skinny
- What I prefer to listen:
- What is my hobbies:
- My tattoo:
Nicolette Eagletown stood naked before the full length mirror in her bedroom observing her own beautiful body.
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But what I looked forward to the most was seeing little Lisa.
She was a delightful charmer and almost always nude. I remember from my own kids and to a much more limited extent, from my grandkids at that age, that the occasional nude streak through the house after a bath was not unheard of. It wasn't common either, but not totally unheard of. With Lisa, the nudity was an everyday state of affairs.
Even when I was there and she happened to be clothed when I got there, it wasn't long before her clothes were shed. At first Mike gamely tried to keep his young daughter dressed, but was unsuccessful. According to Mike, both he and his wife, Staci, were at a loss as to what to do. I assured him that I didn't mind in the least and to stop beating himself up on of it.
Mike admitted to his permissiveness when she was much younger and acknowledged that now that she was older, it was at the root of the problem.
Babysitting my niece
Thankfully she was cooperative when it came to going out to restaurants, or a movie, or simply out in public, but at home, it was hopeless. The worst part was that she tended to undress when she was at daycare, and had been told by numerous care facilities that they couldn't accept her if she couldn't keep her clothes on. With both parents working, that was indeed a big problem. With Mike at home recuperating, daycare wasn't a problem for the time being.
Lisa liked to crawl up in my lap so that I could read a book to her. According to Mike, that had always been one of their favorite times, but nude or not, with him in the full cast, it was just easier to let me do it. One day I was over and Lisa was doing her rocking game. I pretended not to notice.
Mike hopped up and with his good arm scooped her up and took her to her room. I could hear him lecturing her, threatening her if she took her clothes off again. They came back out. Lisa was visibly unhappy, but dressed and she stayed dressed until I went home. But a few days later This is probably just a phase. She'll out grow it. However, I was afraid to stand, lest my boner gave me away.
Of course I did more than just ogle her and hold her reading a book while she was nude. Mike needed my help with mundane things like giving her bath. The girl's mother was fine with that too, as it meant she didn't have to also do that too once she got home from a long arduous day at story.
The baths were particularly enjoyable for me. Under her daddy's supervision, I would draw the bath and then bathe the child, my soapy hands going where ever they needed to go to get her squeaky clean. More than once when I was between her legs, I glanced over at Mike, who was sitting on the toilet watching, and saw that he had major boner. He never said a word and neither did I, even though I probably took longer cleaning her little snatch than was necessary. Lisa, for her part, didn't mind me hand washing her cunt.
Indeed, she sexual opened her little legs for me, pausing from playing with her waterlogged Barbie dolls and boats until I finished before resuming her play. Same reaction from her father when I babysitting her ass.
Fuck in the car park
Then there were the times when she wanted to go to " Granpa's " and play on the "Slippery Slide". It was amazing, but she understood perfectly that to go to next door to my house that she needed some clothes on. This she would do without any cajoling on my part or her dad's part.
But once inside my house, the garment she usually just threw on a sundress was left practically at the front door. She loved the Slip'N Side, darting through the old whirly sprinkler I still had or playing in the blowup kiddie pool I had bought for her.
Mike and I passed many hours sitting in the shade working on a six pack, watching her playing naked in the water or just running about kicking a rubber ball. Of course being naked outside in the hot sun necessitated applying sunscreen to her bare skin, and just like with the baths, Mike let me do the honors. Keeping her from getting a sun burn was the perfect cover for surreptitiously molesting her. I was careful not to over do it with her father sitting there watching, but never once did her father object when I was getting into all the creases, nor did he object to the amount of time I spent doing so.
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Usually by the time I was finished Mike had a raging hard-on as did I that he made no attempt to hide. And of course Lisa liked for me to toss her up in the air and blow raspberries on her bare skin. Mike just let me do whatever I wanted to do with her, watching and grinning as his little girl giggled during the sometime borderline inappropriate play. Mike and I were talking one day and not paying much attention to Lisa when she crawled into her father's lap.
He held her like he often did while we talked. Then to his surprise, she took his free hand and stuck it in her crotch. Mike jumped up and made her get dressed.
She did, but the damage was done. It was now apparent to me where she learned to rub herself. Of course I said nothing. Six weeks after his accident, the full arm cast was removed. Mike went back to work and my days of ogling and playing with the nude little darling in the presence of her father was at an end.
Mike went back to work and that was that. Lisa was placed with yet another daycare facility. As far as I could tell, everything was a normal as it could be for about three weeks. Then I got a phone call from Staci, Lisa's young mom, and could she and Mike please come over. Ten minutes later the three of them arrived. I was surprised that Lisa didn't just strip off as soon as she was inside, but I suspect her mother had read her the riot act.
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Turns out, they had a problem, a big problem. Lisa had been kicked out of yet another daycare because she wouldn't keep her clothes on. I wondered if that was the only reason. By then, Lisa had been sent packing by every reasonably available daycare center and now they needed to find someone to babysit her on a permanent basis.
They had found a lady, and that worked for a few days, but out of frustration, the woman had quit that very afternoon. They sexual asked if I would watch after Lisa until they found another sitter for her. It was, we all agreed, a temporary arrangement. I offered Mike and Staci a drink which they accepted. As we stood about my kitchen sipping our cocktails, little Lisa made herself at home, stripping off everything and happily running about. No one said a thing about her nudity. So the next morning, bright and early, my babysitting day as Lisa's care giver began.
Her mom brought her over, dressed in play shorts, a t-shirt and shoes and socks. Me, I was barely moving and only semi-dressed without having finished my story cup of coffee. Within a minute of Staci's departure, the clothes were coming off as Lisa happily went from room to room.