Chapter 3

Since the job at the beach was over at 2PM in the afternoon each day, I kept up my babysitting jobs because they were a good way of meeting horny mothers and sometimes older sisters too busy with homework to take care of the small ones.

Most of the girls on the trash collection duties at the beach were not in the category of the lifeguards with their suntanned, perfect figures. Still I met a couple who were willing bend over in the restroom for a hot dog and a drink at lunch. I was funny the way they took it all the way up the ass for such small rewards but I figured they were willing to do it for no reward at all except for a happy smile on their plain faces when it was all over.

My mom told me she had gotten a call from a Mrs. Snyder that lived not far from the school but her children were too young to be in school yet. I knew the address but couldn't place her from the group of moms that wheeled their kids out into the park on the weekends like they were taking a dog for a walk. The women would all sit on the same bench and chatter like a bunch of magpies about silly female stuff that made me vomit if I overheard it. I don't think those pretty little snatches ever discussed sex with each other like it was some forbidden subject reserved for spouses only.

I once overheard the old grannies on the other side of the park talking from my hiding place in the bushes and all they talked about was sex and it was so funny that I almost laughed myself into trouble by falling out into the open just listening to them tell a wilder story than the last one. I knew most of them were making it up unless they were real good looking chicks in their younger days. It was possible, but I suspected their expertise came all out of the "Romance" magazines they all seemed to carry. They used them like umbrellas to ward away boredom instead of mere drops of water dropping from the heavens above.

On the night that I was scheduled, I knocked at the Snyder's door carrying my little ditty bag of dirty pocket books and a couple of bars of candy in the even they were the kind of folks that didn't hold store with that kind of goody.

The girl that answered the door looked to be about seventeen and she seemed annoyed that the babysitter turned out to be a boy instead of a girl. Of course, I couldn't do anything about it but if any of my customers were up-tight about that fact, I would just get up and leave or at least try to leave but they pretty much changed their minds real fast because it totally ruin their entire evening if they couldn't find another babysitter real fast. The law of supply and demand being what it was, they generally accepted me despite my gender and I did my best to act pleased at their change of mind.

Mrs. Snyder was a real doll.

She looked just like the teenaged girl that answered the door only old enough to be obviously her mother. I found out that the daughter's name was Leslie and that she was studying hard to get into Princeton University the next term. The mom's name was Gloria and she really did look glorious in a tight-fitting number that accentuated her perfectly curved ass cheeks and started my business to instant activation like a trigger I could not control. Of course, the mother saw my reaction to her shifting hips and I saw that momentary gleam in her eye that send out the unmistakable signal that she was ready, willing and able to get it on whenever I was of a mind.