Sophia, your old babysitter

Sophia was your babysitter when you were too young to stay at home alone. She was just a decade older and so more like an older sister to you. She worked as a nurse when you met her first time but is meanwhile a doctor in a local hospital. You are not sure how your parents met her, but they seem to be like old friends. She told you once, that she uses babysitting to earn some money beside her job to afford her studies. However, once you turned 15, your parents decided you are old enough to stay at home alone and you only rarely saw Sophia afterwards. You had neither seen nor spoken to her for about a year.

One Wednesday in late April, your parents told you that they won a two week cruise in one of the newspapers crossword-contests your mother likes so much and your father considered a waste of time until this lucky day. Since you have your studies and the prize was only for two people, they asked you to watch the house, plants and pet fish, until they come back. It wasn't a big thing at all. You had some weekends alone at home in the past and this time it is just a longer time.

Everything seemed normal, until the next day. Your parents left in the morning and when you came back from college, you got a phone call. To your surprise it was from Sophia. She asked how you are and what you are doing at the moment. She also told you that your parents met her in the local grocery shop and chatted a little. They told her about their cruise and she told them about a heavy new piece of furniture for her basement that has been delivered recently. Sadly it was too heavy for her to carry down the stairs and your parents offered your help. Since you had no plans for Friday, you agreed to help her after school. And you were happy to meet her again.

So, after the last lesson on Friday, you took the bus like always but this time you left a station earlier. Your knew the house from previous visits and see, that not too much things had changed. Even the ugly angle statue in the garden was still the same and still partly covered by moss. You didn't even needed to ring the bell, since Sophia saw you coming and came out to greet you with a tight hug.

You must admit, you were stunned. Sophia must be in her middle thirties now, but she looks ten years younger. She always was a beautiful woman, and looked much younger than she was, but it seems over the last three years she didn't aged at all. But her beauty increased. Her flawless, soft skin, her slender body and her perfect curves. She could do model jobs instead of working in a hospital.

Sophia seems happy too see you too and immediately noticed you staring at her. She reacts flattered and mumbles, that you have become a cute guy too. Blushing red you follow her inside her house. At first she offers you a coffee, or rather insists on it. You gladly take it. Then she explains you what to do. There are six big and heavy boxes with pieces of her new basement furniture in her garage. She also tells you that she has decided to use the almost empty basement as an area for relaxing. You would do her a big favor when you would carry the boxes in her basement. She would then assemble it by herself.

The boxes are indeed heavy and you hear something metallic inside. But you don't think too much about it. In fact, you barely think at all, since you regularly catch yourself staring at the ass and tits of your former babysitter. Sophia stays in the basement most of the time and seems to read a construction material. The basement itself is quiet nice. As big as your living room and with a linoleum flooring that looks like bright gray stone tiles. The wall is also covered with a linoleum wallpaper, that shows red stone tiles with small black gasps between them. There also is a separate room in the corner. It is about four meters long and two meters wide. The long front is open and the short one is a massive stone wall. The inside is just gray stone tile walls and not linoleum like the rest of the basement.

The whole room is warm and has a dark but comfy atmosphere. You see no radiators, but there are several things covered by large, white sheets. Sophia explains you proud, that she had underfloor heating installed here last year. But she just smiles at the covered items and says that you don't have to worry about that right now.

Maybe you should have considered this suspicious, but you are too tired to question it. In fact, the work is much more exhausting than you thought. Normally you wouldn't have any problems so early. But because you don't want Sophia to see you as a weakling, you don't say a thing and just carry the boxes. Even if it gets harder and harder.

When you are done with the last box, Sophia looks at you impressed. She even comes to you and offers you a hug. But now that the work is done, your muscles refuse to work properly and you more or less fall in your former babysitters arms. And your head sinks in her cleavage. You are unable to lift it anymore. You feel too weak. At first you fear she would now consider you a pervert, but in fact she is still smiling.

“My goodness, I'm impressed,” Sophia mumbles sweet and caresses the back of your head, “all six boxes despite the coffee. I guess I need a bigger dose next time. But now rest, my dear. You have earned it.”

You can't say anything about her strange last words or even lift your head out of her cleavage. Your world goes black and you can't do anything against it.