“Hi Mrs. Harris,” Elle called as she let herself in and bounced through into the kitchen. She casually dropped her bag onto a chair and ruffled her small fingers through the hair of the two boys who ran towards her.”Are you sure it is OK for you to stay over tonight?””Yes, Mrs. Harris. Could I shower later? I came straight from school, just had time to change and grab my overnight bag.””Oh, Elle, please just call me Jean, please.” Jean, in a dressing gown, with a towel wrapped around her head, looked flustered. “David is away this weekend, with the men on their Stag do, so once the boys are in bed you can take your time. Use the spare room. One of my girlfriends is staying over this weekend, but will sleep in with me.”Elle had been babysitting for David and Jean Harris for seven or eight months. They treated her like part of the family, the two boys liked her a lot. Elle would have gladly lived with the Harris family if they asked.”Elle, I’m so behind, could you fix something for the boys while I go and rescue my hair? Oh, and if the girls get here before I’m down just let them in and apologize for me, there’s a love. We will probably be late home tonight, no need to wait up, and thanks.”Elle smiled, nodded, and watched Jean rush off and heard her bound up the stairs. She asked the boys what they would like to eat, knowing the answer, always spaghetti hoops and little sausages. She set to heating and preparing. For Elle being the oldest of six at home, preparing a simple meal and keeping kids entertained was second nature. Soon the boys were sitting at the kitchen table, eating and talking while Elle sat with them.As if on cue, as the boys finished eating, the doorbell rang. Elle motioned them to stay sitting as she went to answer. On opening the front door, she was met with three women, full of energy, dressed up for a night out, one dragging a small flight case.”Hello, Mrs. Harris is upstairs getting ready, please come in.” Elle stood back away from the door and the women jostled through into the kitchen.”Aunty Jenny, Aunty Jenny.” the boys ran over and hugged one of the women’s legs, obviously happy to see her.”Whoa, whoa, hold on, mind my dress.” The woman stepped back and bent down, kissing both boys on the head.Elle watched Jean quickly step down the stairs, her hair and makeup all done, but still wrapped in a dressing gown. The four women greeted each other noisily, excited, all talking together. After a few minutes, Jean led the woman with the bag upstairs and spoke to Elle as she passed.”Elle, this is my friend, Jenny—she is staying over tonight. Lucy and Claire are through there. Please look after them while I get dressed and show Jenny where everything is. ‘LUCY, CLAIRE, THIS IS ELLE, I’LL BE RIGHT BACK.’ Jean called over her shoulder as she set off upstairs again.Elle joined the women in the kitchen, one of the two women looked oddly familiar. It took Elle a few minutes to realize she taught PE at school. Miss Preston, one of the nicer teachers Elle thought. Elle busied herself clearing the table, loading the dishwasher, and trying to avoid eye contact, somehow feeling nervous around a teacher out of school. Miss Preston did not appear to have recognized her, but Elle could feel her looking at her, paying a lot of attention.Half an hour later, Jean returned with Jenny. All four women Sex hikayeleri were dressed for a night out, in tight dresses, hair, and makeup, all looking like they are ‘on the pull’. A ping from a mobile phone signaled the arrival of the taxi and the women left Elle and the boys at home.The evening passed without event, the boys took a bath and went to bed without trouble. They have a room each, both with a pull-out bed under their own for sleepovers. Often one will use the pull-out, so they can read a story together, and tonight they are sharing a room. Later Elle showered and wrapped a towel around herself and went back down to watch some TV.Around 11 PM Elle’s phone pinged a couple of times, messages from David (Mr. Harris) odd random words making no sense, Elle deleted them. A few minutes later Elle’s mobile rang, David called, and Elle answered. “Hello.””Hiya Ellie, Hello, how are yo..” The call ended. Two minutes later the phone rang again, David again. “Are you, Hi…..two..two…” The call ended again. A few minutes later Elle’s phone rang, this time a Facetime call from David, she answered the call and looked at the screen. Elle could hear loud music and voices, quickly turning down the sound for fear of waking the two boys upstairs. The screen was waving around, dimly lit, flashing past people and space.”Who’s that?” Elle heard a voice shout.”Hey look, look.” The phone steadied, and a face Elle did not recognize came into view. The phone screen whirled away to another face. Elle angled her phone up, to only show her face, away from her bare shoulders and towel.”Who’s that?” Another voice shouted, the phone wavered and whirled away again.Elle sat silently and watched, amused and intrigued, ‘drunk people really should stay away from phones’ she thought and smiled to herself. Finally, the phone settled on two faces she did not know, grinning and both speaking together. “Who are you? Hello pretty. What. Yaay.” Random words came out of the phone.”Give it back, Stop, you fuckers, come on.” The phone image waggled, but the two faces stayed in view.Elle smiled gave a little wave and asked. “Where is Mr. Harris?” The two men laughed.”Oohh, Mister Harrisss.” “Ohh David, she does not look like Jean, who have you called?”Elle smiled at the screen, and lowered the view slightly, showing her bare shoulders. The two men smiled, one gave a thumbs up. Elle lowered the view slightly more to show the top of the towel wrapped around her. Knowing the swell of her pale breasts would be just visible.“You’re better looking than all the girls here.” With that the phone image swung around, too fast to see much until it steadied and Elle could see a woman pole dancing in the distance. “Shh, no cameras allowed, remember, be careful.” The image swung around again, to the same two faces.“Where is David, is he OK?”“Yeah, he is OK but very drunk. Hold on.” The image bobbed and weaved, and settled, the same two faces in front, David and two or three others crowded behind. David seemed to have difficulty focusing but waved and blew Elle a kiss.Elle blew a kiss back. “So what is your name?” one of the guys asked.“Elle, I’m Elle, I’m the babysitter.”A different voice said. “So you are the babysitter, David has been telling us all about you.”Another voice joined in. “Is it true what he says, is it?”Elle Sikiş hikayeleri realized David must have been telling stories about her to this group of strangers. Somehow rather than be offended Elle found herself getting turned on by the idea of a group of strangers knowing about her. Elle held her arm out a full length, to show almost her whole self. From bare knees to the towel at mid-thigh and up to her smiling face. She held the phone still for a few seconds and then back to just a face and shoulder view.“Aaww, show us some more. Do it. Do it.”Elle held up her hand. “Only if David wants me to.” All of the faces turned to David on the screen. David smiled and nodded.Elle moved her phone slowly down from her face, closing in on her boobs half covered in the towel, then down to her mid-thighs where the towel ended, and on down to her feet. Traveling back up again, she found herself slowly parting her legs, not enough to see clearly but enough to show some more bare thigh. Then back up and slowly from her just-covered boobs to her face.Elle felt herself getting that first tingle of excitement and could now see six faces staring at the phone screen. “More, please, show us more.” Elle could see David joining in, asking her, or giving her permission to show more. Elle felt excited, thrilled even to show off like this, safely distant, yet somehow very naughty.Elle used her free hand, off camera, to loosen the towel, covering her firm tits with her arm and hand. Elle moved the phone down again, passing slowly past her naked but covered tits, her bare middle, the towel crumpled in her lap, and then her bare thighs. Moving the phone back up, and lifting her hand away from her boobs just as they went out of shot, not quite showing anything.Howls came from the phone, the six faces all closer to the camera than before. “More, please more. Show us your tits.” One voice called loudly. Suddenly Elle saw a hand reach out, holding a bunch of folded money, waving it. “Yes, yes, show us it all. We can pay.” David was joining in, smiling, and urging her on.Elle held the camera and slowly moved it down, teasing, slowly, she reached her boobs, naked this time, and held the image steady for a few seconds. She could hear the appreciation from the group. She slowly moved down, aiming the phone at the towel covering her lap, and then on down past her naked legs to her feet. With her free hand, off camera, she pulled the towel open and firmly closed her legs. Elle slowly moved the phone camera back up, pausing with what she thought should be a good view of the top of her pussy, then traveling up past her boobs again and to her face.“Holy cow. Ohh Wow. Jeez. She is gorgeous.” The comments came thick and fast. Then some shouting and the screen went blank.Elle shook her head, and thought about sending a picture, but decided against it, covered herself, and went back to watching TV. The phone didn’t ring again, and before she went to bed, Elle turned it completely off to save being woken by more drunken calls. After about half an hour Elle turned off the TV, made her way upstairs, checked the boys were asleep, climbed into the bed in the spare room, and fell asleep. Unknown to Elle, at around 2:30 AM the four women arrived home, all merrily drunk, and none capable of driving or rushing to get Erotik hikaye home. Jean swayed her way upstairs, put her head around the boy’s door, and saw both sharing one room. Back downstairs Jean directed Lucy and Claire to use the other boy’s empty room and headed back up leading the three women.Jean ensured Jenny followed her into the master bedroom, and they fell into bed to sleep.Upstairs Claire found the boy’s room and collapsed onto the empty bed. Lucy came out of the bathroom, opened the spare bedroom door, and headed into the darkness, discarding shoes, clothes, jewelry, and she slipped quietly into the double bed and pulled the covers over her.Lucy had been planning to use the spare room, ever since she arrived and saw the babysitter furtively eyeing her up in the kitchen. Lucy kept her sexuality quite a guarded secret. Lucy trusted her female intuition, she could sense the young girl was interested in her, too many side glances and looking away when Lucy tried to return her look. Lucy was surprised this girl had picked up on her preference so easily, but perhaps she thought, she must have seen me looking at her.Lucy had been careful in the evening, drinking the minimum alcohol, secretly swapping glasses, and buying herself only mixers. She had been determined to be sober enough to really enjoy some alone time with this girl when they got back.Elle awoke in the dark of night, sensing someone else was in the bed with her. Not sure who, but someone was lying quite close beside her. For a second Elle wondered if Jean had snuck in with her. Elle felt a hand very gently touch her shoulder and somehow thrilled at the lightest of touches. The hand moved to her waist and remained still for a while. Not Mrs. Harris, she thought. Elle turned onto her side, facing away, and laid still.A couple of shuffles later and the stranger was spooning Elle. She could feel lacy underwear and a bra against her bare skin. A few minutes later Elle felt the barest touch of a kiss on her shoulder. A small amount of movement behind Elle and she could feel her hair brushed aside and another kiss caressing the back of her neck.Lucy had tried so hard to lay still and wait until morning, but the draw of this little temptress was too much. She had to reach out and touch, had to slide closer, hoping she would be awake and respond.Elle lay still, wide awake now, but feigning sleep. She felt the hand that had been lying oh so gently on her side slide gently down to cuddle her around her middle. Elle smiled to herself. She had really hoped this overnight would have been spent with Mrs. Harris. She had looked forward to not having to rush and to be able to relax and have Mrs. Harris take her time. But perhaps this stranger wanted to play, Elle snuggled back slightly as if adjusting in her sleep.The stranger responded, wrapping herself even closer behind Elle, moving her hand up to her ribcage and pulling her very gently to her. Both lay still for a while. Elle still pretending to be asleep could feel the hand slowly moving up her body, fingers almost touching her boob. Elle could feel her heart beating just a little faster and her pussy getting those familiar little tingles.It seemed to take forever before Elle felt the side of the stranger’s hand make contact with the underside of her boob. The touch felt electric, Elle could not help jumping slightly, and the hand withdrew a fraction. Elle lay still waiting for the hand to move again and feared she had scared the stranger by jumping. It seemed an eternity, it may have been just a few seconds, and Elle decided to push things along.