What would stand as proof? I certainly have no pic
What would stand as proof? I certainly have no pics to share since he was married and I was under 18, and we lived in a small town.
Story time.
It was on a Saturday night during a nearby town's festival. I was babysitting the 4 year old boy, who was notorious for biting/hitting other babysitters but generally behaved with me because I didn't put up with his shit and he knew it. The parents were a couple that had been together since high school and had moved to my town a year or two prior. They were both in late 20s/early 30s, but exact age eludes me.
The mother, let's call her Stacey, got drunk at the festival and caused some sort of scene before deciding she wanted to go to bed early in the evening. The father, let's call him John, helped get her to a friend's apartment nearby since the friend offered to let her stay there and sleep it off. John then returned to the festival and had fun with his friends. By midnight he came home so that he could send me on my way.
The k** had been in bed since 8 or 9 so I was reading and making plans off/on over the phone for going out after babysitting. When John got home, he checked on the k** and then made talk with me (how was he, did he go to bed alright, etc.). He asked if I had plans for the evening and I said I was going out to a party with some friends. He said he wished he was still my age and I joked that he could come to the party too. We laughed and then he got out his wallet to pay me so I could head out (friend was going to pick me up soon since my shitty car had broken down a few weeks earlier).
He realized he had used most of his cash at the festival and said he'd just drive me to my friend's house (a 5 min drive) and swing by the bank first. At my doorstep I realized I'd forgotten my overnight bag at his place. I apologized and we drove back. At that point I said no worries, friend will be here soon to pick me up and I went outside to wait after saying goodnight. He said I should wait inside and we sat on the couch with the TV on.
He made some sort of joke about my outfit since I had changed from my t-shirt to a more revealing tank top for the party I was going to. I flashed him the flirty eyes and asked if he approved. He moved his hand behind my lower back and began touching my back softly and said that he did. I said that if he hadn't approved, I'd have to try something else on. He quickly pulled me toward/on him and said he no longer approved and that I should remove it.
I pulled the top off over my head, he came to my chest, removing my bra immediately, and things obviously went from there, with me riding him on the couch, doing my best to keep quiet.
Story time.
It was on a Saturday night during a nearby town's festival. I was babysitting the 4 year old boy, who was notorious for biting/hitting other babysitters but generally behaved with me because I didn't put up with his shit and he knew it. The parents were a couple that had been together since high school and had moved to my town a year or two prior. They were both in late 20s/early 30s, but exact age eludes me.
The mother, let's call her Stacey, got drunk at the festival and caused some sort of scene before deciding she wanted to go to bed early in the evening. The father, let's call him John, helped get her to a friend's apartment nearby since the friend offered to let her stay there and sleep it off. John then returned to the festival and had fun with his friends. By midnight he came home so that he could send me on my way.
The k** had been in bed since 8 or 9 so I was reading and making plans off/on over the phone for going out after babysitting. When John got home, he checked on the k** and then made talk with me (how was he, did he go to bed alright, etc.). He asked if I had plans for the evening and I said I was going out to a party with some friends. He said he wished he was still my age and I joked that he could come to the party too. We laughed and then he got out his wallet to pay me so I could head out (friend was going to pick me up soon since my shitty car had broken down a few weeks earlier).
He realized he had used most of his cash at the festival and said he'd just drive me to my friend's house (a 5 min drive) and swing by the bank first. At my doorstep I realized I'd forgotten my overnight bag at his place. I apologized and we drove back. At that point I said no worries, friend will be here soon to pick me up and I went outside to wait after saying goodnight. He said I should wait inside and we sat on the couch with the TV on.
He made some sort of joke about my outfit since I had changed from my t-shirt to a more revealing tank top for the party I was going to. I flashed him the flirty eyes and asked if he approved. He moved his hand behind my lower back and began touching my back softly and said that he did. I said that if he hadn't approved, I'd have to try something else on. He quickly pulled me toward/on him and said he no longer approved and that I should remove it.
I pulled the top off over my head, he came to my chest, removing my bra immediately, and things obviously went from there, with me riding him on the couch, doing my best to keep quiet.
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