Well...it would be rude not to at least see what Roxanne wants, right? She went through the trouble of calling and everything. It also helps that she's the second sexiest woman on the block. The way her long, wavy hair bounces as she walks making crimson waves that neatly frames her face. The playful blue eyes that always seem to be lit with amusement. A knockout smile that makes your heart skips a beat. Plus the perfect hourglass figure, always held back by tight clothing. The only views you really get is through her clothing, or when she wears something low cut. You fantasize about her creamy breasts and how they always seem to spill out of whatever she's wearing.
Even if it turns out to be babysitting again, you honestly don't mind too much. She always slips you a few hundred bucks everytime. Every other sitter she's ever had quit within a few hours, so she pays you well for coming back. Even when her children, Stacy and Emma, treat you roughly you don't mind. In fact, you enjoy it. Other people feel sorry for you because they don't know about your fetishes, but these kids actually make you feel good. Even though they're only 8, the way they stomp, kick, and bite you is a secret pleasure. Plus you get paid for it. It's like a prostitute paying you to sleep with her. Of course, that's a secret so you always act like you hate it.
As it turns out, Stacy and Emma actually like you compared to other sitters. You're the only person besides their mother that can tell them apart. Stacy is slightly taller than Emma and has more power in both strength and authority. She's the head twin. Her red locks are usually tied in pigtails. Emma on the other hand is much smarter than her sister and keeps her hair hanging loosely around her shoulders. Even if they change hairstyles, Emma's eyes are a darker blue then Stacy's so you can tell them apart.
You scribble down a note and post it on your door saying you'll be over at Roxanne's house. You usually leave notes like these in case you go missing for more than a few days. It helps people search for you when you get stuck somewhere. Even with people looking out for you, they tend not to notice if you wind up in a shoe or piece of underwear. Sometimes by accident, sometimes looking like an accident.
The Powells live next door to you, so you don't need to go far to see them. A short trek around the sidewalk (you never go through the grass due to bugs) lands you at their front door. Everyone in the neighborhood knows about your condition, so they all had special doorbells installed. A small red button near the base of the door allows you to get their attention from outside and lets out a unique bell so they know its you. If it was the same bell they'd probably think it was ding dong ditch.
After pressing the button you move over to the center of the door frame. You can hear footsteps pounding inside heading for the door. In a few seconds the massive wall of wood swings inward, allowing you a glimpse inside. A pair of large, pale feet are directly in front of you. The french pedicure she has suits her. Looking up you see Roxanne smiling down at you...wearing a bathrobe. At the angle you're at you can see just past her knees but no farther.
"Tina! Perfect timing, I've been waiting for you." She bends down, giving you a full view of her breasts struggling against the thin cloth of the robe, before scooping you into her cupped hands. Frequently using lotion always leaves her hands soft, and smelling a tropical fruits. Her playful eye looks you up and down before giving you a view of her perfect smile.
"Looks like you listened when I told you to wear something sexy! Although I suppose you'd look better wearing nothing at all." Her warm, minty breath coats your body.
"I-I just threw this on. It's nothing, really..." you sputter out. God, everytime you see her she makes you so turned on. The way she moves, the way she talks, everything about her just exclaims sexiness! She giggles and carries you towards her bedroom. You stare at her bouncing breasts the entire time. You can make out her hard nipple through the pink robe.
Once she reaches the bedroom she placed you on a table filled with makeup and a large mirror hanging on the wall.
"So, Ms. Powell-"
"I told you to call me Roxy. If you keep trying to call me anything else, I'll have to put your mouth to use somewhere else." She kisses the air and winks at you. God that's sexy! You clear your throat and try to fight back your blushing face.
"Roxy. What was it you needed me for tonight?" The redheaded giantess takes a fake gasp of shock, bringing her hand to her mouth.
"You don't know? I thought you were smarter than that." Her hands slowly move down to the knot on her robe and slowly begins to untie it. Your heart begins beating a mile a minute.
"You see, I need you..." She leans in closer, blowing on you gently.
The tie is undone.
"To..."
The robe falls open.
"Do me a favor..."
The robe slides off her shoulders, revealing red, lacy lingerie.
"And..."
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