Chapter 2

"What an incredible dummy I am!" Ali muttered to herself. She walked from the bus stop on the comer to her aunt and uncle's house, returning from her classes at the junior college.

"What kind of brains does it take to figure out that, if I could see him, he could see me as well?" she asked herself, still amazed at her own stupidity from the day before. She had been kicking herself all day long, and had slept very little last night.

What's he going to do? she wondered. What's he going to say? "I saw your niece doing naughty things to herself up in her room yesterday." Not likely. Not after what I saw him doing.

Ali had used the same argument all day long to make herself feel better, but it really hadn't given her much relief. Now, as she came down the block past the Woodsons' house, she found her heart pounding. What if he had told her aunt or uncle? What if they were waiting for her in the front room? What if....

Taking a deep breath, Ali went into the house. Better to get it over with, she told herself. If she was going to get in trouble, it was best to find out and take her punishment.

"Oh, Ali, I'm so glad you came home right after your classes today, dear," her Aunt Sara said, rushing to her as soon as she set foot in the front room.

Much to her relief, Sara was smiling. Her eyes were shining with the love she had for her niece. To Ali it seemed as if her aunt were living each day as if it were her last: always trying to get the most she could out of every day and every moment. Just being around her was an uplifting experience.

"Our neighbor, that nice Mr. Woodson from next door, called earlier today from work. He asked if you could babysit for him tonight?"

"I ... well, I could use the money," Ali admitted. She turned away from her aunt so the older woman wouldn't see the crimson flush on her face.

"Of course you could, dear. Perhaps one of these days you'll take some of the money you make and buy yourself some new clothes."

Ali turned around and looked at her aunt, wondering what she was driving at. "What do you mean, Aunt Sara?"

"Oh, nothing, dear. Maybe I should just keep my mouth shut."

She looked at Sara and grinned, knowing the older woman was dying to say something. "Come on, out with it."

"I know your parents kept a pretty strict rope tied around your neck, and pretty much controlled your life. But, Ali, you're a young woman now, and it's time you started to look at yourself as such. "You are a beautiful woman, Ali, you really are. And it wouldn't take much to turn you into a stunning beauty. I'd like to help, if you'll let me."

Ali was stunned. She could see her aunt was serious. It made her aware once more of the difference between Sara and her mother-who had been nearly ten years older than Sara. Actually, Sara was closer to Ali's age than the young woman realized at times.

"Well, sure, Aunt Sara. I guess I need someone to help me, because I don't know diddly about makeup and things like that."

"Great! I'll tell you what. Next weekend you and I will go shopping. I've got a little mad money stored away we can use, so you won't have to spend so much of your own. How's that?"

Ali thought it was great. She could see how much joy it would bring her aunt to do this for her. She felt a sudden rush of love for the woman, and reached out to hug her.

"Good. Now, about Mr. Woodson. He called earlier to say his wife has to work late tonight. He's not sure if he can handle a newborn baby by himself, and was wondering if you would be willing to go there and lend a hand, more or less. He said he would pay our regular rates, even though he'll be there, since he figured you would be doing most of the work. From what he said, his wife won't be home until around midnight. Maybe later."

Ali was too shocked to say anything.

"I told him you'd be delighted," Sara explained, oblivious to her niece's distress. "You're so good with babies."

With that, her aunt turned away and went toward the kitchen, talking about what a nice man Mr. Woodson was, and how lucky there were to have him and his wife as their neighbors. Ali swallowed hard, her heart pounding as she watched her aunt disappear into the kitchen.

Ali realized there wasn't a thing she could do about tonight, not a damned thing. Certainly not without creating a big row which would only make her aunt and uncle suspicious of her motives for turning down the job.

For the next couple of hours Ali worried about what would happen when she went next door and actually confronted Mr. Woodson. The thought caused her to nearly choke on her dinner.

At seven-thirty she walked next door and rang the doorbell. Mr. Woodson opened it promptly, looking very relaxed in baggy corduroy jeans and a vee-neck sweater.

Ali could see his thick hair sticking out from the vee, and remembered how hairy and muscular his body was. Her knees quivered momentarily.

"You okay?" Mr. Woodson asked, surprised. He seemed concerned by her suddenly pale face. "If you don't feel well, I can try and manage the baby myself."

Ali almost took him up on his offer. But then she decided that might raise more questions than she had answers for.

"No, I'm okay," she replied quickly. "I'm just a bit nervous, this being my first time with you and all." She could feel her face going crimson. "Babysitting, I mean," she added quickly.

Mr. Woodson smiled and motioned her inside. She went in, feeling like a complete idiot. Why on earth hadn't she said she wasn't feeling well?

"There's not much for you to do at the moment," Mr. Woodson said. "I guess we could watch a little television and talk for a while, and wait for the next call from the nursery."

Ali simply nodded, too wound up to answer. She sat on the couch in front of the television, watching as Mr. Woodson dimmed the living room lights and started the VCR hooked to a big screen console.

"I just got a new tape," he explained, joining her on the couch. "I just rented it and haven't seen it yet."

The movie flickered onto the screen and Ali tried to get interested. It was a light comedy-romance, with lots of bare tits and asses on the women, and hairy-chested close-ups of the men; but no real sex.

Still, Ali squirmed uneasily on the couch. While there was no actual on-camera fucking, the simulated love scenes were hot enough to make her cunt begin to tingle and ooze slightly with her fluids. The attractive actors drawing the naked starlets into steamy, bare-chested embraces made Ali think of Mr. Woodson's hairy chest.

Shooting him a quick glance from the corner of her eye, Ali discovered he wasn't paying any attention to her at all. He just sat there, with his eyes on the screen, tufts of his dark, sexy chest hair poking out from the neck of his lightweight sweater. Looking at him made her remember the way heavy wads of cum had shot from his huge cock the afternoon before.

"Oh!" Ali moaned, unable to control herself. Or her wanton thoughts.

Mr. Woodson turned and smiled. "Pretty hot scene, eh?"

Ali nodded. She wanted to tell him the scene they had played out yesterday, in their own respective mirrors, had been a hundred times hotter for her. But she didn't have the courage to speak.

As he looked into her eyes, Ali realized he was clearly reading what her mind was thinking. He smiled warmly at her.

"You're thinking about yesterday afternoon, aren't you, sweetheart?" he asked softly. "You really put on a show for me, didn't you?"

Ali could feel the heat creeping into her innocent-looking face. "No, no, it wasn't like that! Really!" She was becoming even more embarrassed because she knew she was lying. "I didn't know you could see me. I really didn't. Not until the very end...." Ali's voice dropped into an awkward silence.

"You know, you really turned me on," Mr. Woodson told her. His voice was low and soft, and to her, very sexy. "The way you were playing with yourself really got to me. You have a beautiful body."

Ali wanted to die of shame; yet she felt flattered by his comments about her body. She didn't know whether to run screaming from the house, or stay there and be with him. His eyes were smiling at her, making her feel warm inside. He was very handsome ... exciting. And very masculine to her.

She knew if she kept looking at his eyes she would be in trouble. But her feet wouldn't move. A shiver of excitement coursed through her as Mr. Woodson slid closer to her on the couch. His muscular thigh touched hers. She remained there, even when he eased an arm around her shoulders and gently pulled her closer.

"You are such a beautiful woman," he whispered in Ali's ear, his hand softly caressing her shoulder. "So trim and fresh and young. And so virginal-looking. It's hard to believe such a well-scrubbed, innocent-looking angel can be so hot!"

Ali's stomach fluttered wildly. She twisted beneath his arm and started to get up. "I really should be going home," she murmured, feeling disturbed by her own inner turmoil. "I mean, the baby is asleep and I...."

Mr. Woodson's warm lips were suddenly pressed against her own. He kissed her softly, tenderly, enticingly, and Ali kissed him back. Uncertainly at first, then, feeling more sure of herself, harder and more passionately.

She heard him moan with delight when his tongue worked its way between her lips, into her mouth. Ali shivered with excitement. No one had ever kissed her like this before!

She groaned from the intensity of desire the kiss was stirring within her. Mindlessly she crushed her perfectly shaped tits against Mr. Woodson's chest and allowed him to explore her mouth freely with his slippery tongue.

She could tell he was getting as hot and turned on as she. She felt him sucking on her tongue as she pushed it tentatively into his mouth, passion drawing another moan of joy from the depths of her throat.

"You sure are a hot one!" Mr. Woodson panted as he pulled slightly away from the excited, turned on young woman. "You really drive me crazy, Ali. Just like you did yesterday when you finger-fucked that hot little pussy of yours."

"I wasn't doing it for you." Ali tried to explain again that it had all been an accident.

"I don't care. It doesn't matter!" Mr. Woodson's dark eyes blazed with lust. "All that matters is you did it, I saw you, and it drove me wild! I want you, Ali. I want to see you play with yourself again."

Ali shook with excitement at his words. What Mr. Woodson wanted her to do was shameless.

"I couldn't do that!" She protested weakly, blushing harder than before. "I'd be too embarrassed!"

"Sure you could, sweetheart," Mr. Woodson whispered softly, his eyes boring into her own. "I can see it in your eyes. You want to show yourself to me again ... all hot and naked and wet."

"Mr. Woodson, I-"

"I think you should call me Rick, sweetheart," he told her with a short laugh. "I would never force you to do anything you don't want, I promise. Ali, it's just that you are so damn beautiful, so trim and curvy and sexy. And you looked so fucking beautiful yesterday. You felt good when I was watching you, didn't you?"

Rick's words were soft and gentle. "Yes," she replied in a hushed whisper, "it did feel good. It was better than anything I've ever felt in my life."

Rick smiled at her. "Then what's wrong with feeling that way again? I won't touch you, I promise. And I won't make you touch me. I just want to watch you do yourself again. And I want you to watch me get off as well. Doesn't that make you curious-the idea of seeing a grown man cum right in front of you, Ali?"

Ali squirmed on the couch. Rick's hot kisses had made her cunt wet. And his talk of watching her, and of her watching him while he shot his load, made the lips of her pussy tingle with joy and excitement.

"Yes, it does," she mumbled. "Yesterday was the first time I've ever seen a man naked before. I've always wanted to see ... one of those things up close."

Rick Woodson's grin grew even broader. Without a word, he unzipped his baggy cord trousers and unbuckled his belt. He slipped his pants off.

"Oohh, my goodness!" Ali hissed with awe as the huge cock she had beheld the day before came into view. "You don't wear any underwear!" She stared at the naked, throbbing cock rising from his crotch like a pole.

"Shorts just get in the way." Rick stroked his thick prick slowly. "How do you like it?"

Ali couldn't tear her eyes from the pulsing nine inches of hardened cock flesh. She licked her lips nervously and watched as Rick pumped the prick to its full hardness.

"Ali, let me see your tits," Rick suggested. "Play with those gorgeous pink nipples while I stroke my cock. Show me those beautiful sweet tits. Ali."

Ali was hypnotized by the cock jutting from Rick's crotch. He began to unbutton her blouse, her eyes still riveted to the steely cock.

"That's good," he said, encouraging her softly as she slowly pulled the top free and let it drop to the floor. "Now the bra, and the jeans. Let me see all of you, Ali. And I'll let you see all of me."

Rick stood up, tugged off his sweater and kicked off his shoes. He sat down on the couch, a little closer to Ali this time.

"Here, let me help," he offered gently, pulling off her jeans and unsnapping her bra with ease as she leaned back on the couch.

"Now the fun really starts," he whispered softly.