Babysitting (1/2)

Neighbors ask a man to take care of their young daughter for two weeks. Part 1/2.

It was a beautiful late summer morning. I was sitting at the computer with my big coffee mug in hand, absently browsing the newsfeed and waiting for the caffeine to jump-start my brain, when the doorbell rang. Hmm, I wasn’t waiting for anyone, especially this early… Weighing the options of putting on my house coat or frightening unprepared visitors with my nakedness, I chose the latter.

Behind the door were my neighbors, Marco and Piera Luciani. I relaxed a little. We weren’t close friends, but we knew each other a little, so I wasn’t a surprise to them. But their early visit was a surprise to me.

“Morning, Jim,” Marco said. “I’m terribly sorry to bother you, but we have a big favor to ask of you…”

“Could you take care of our Paola for two weeks?” Piera finished.

I can’t help but stare. Paola was her eleven year old daughter, a lovely girl, but we weren’t that close! Paola and I barely exchanged hellos when we occasionally ran into each other around the building.

“We understand that this is quite unusual,” Marco spread his hands. “But we have to go on an urgent business trip to sort out a very nasty situation at the production site, and we simply do not have time to arrange another babysitter.”

The part about the business trip made sense, Luciani owned a small family business and were always busy. But asking me?

“Jim, we know this may seem awkward to you,” Piera joined her husband. “Paola has no health problems or anything like that, she’s a smart and good girl who knows how to behave and not be a problem for you. Actually she would be able to manage on her own, she is just afraid of staying alone for two weeks”.

“Marco, Piera…” I looked at them helplessly. “I don’t mind staying with your daughter, but you know me. I’m a single man four times her age, a nudist and porn writer, I smoke on my balcony… Are you really sure that I’m the right company for Paola?”

Piera looked at me solemnly.

“Will you do your best to take care of her?”

“Absolutely.”

“Will you abuse her?”

“Never! By no means!”

“That’s all that matters.” She nodded. “By the way, it was Paola’s idea to ask you. For some reason she trusts you more than other neighbors she knows.”

“Well, Jim?” Marco put his hand on my shoulder.

“Okay. You can count on me.”

“Great! We can’t thank you enough!” Marco shook my hand. “She’ll be with you in a few minutes. She doesn’t have a lot of stuff with her, after all she can always come to our apartment and take whatever she needs.”

“Let’s stay in touch,” Piera nodded. “You know our contacts. Text us if anything comes up. And of course, keep track of your expenses on Paola, we’ll reimburse everything.”

“No problem, we’ll take care of it.”

“Great! Thanks again!”

I closed the door and shook my head. The whole thing seemed weird to me. What did these people think? Were they crazy? But, well, I’ve already agreed… Although, I must admit, I was caught off guard.

Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang again. This time it was Paola herself standing at the door with her parents behind her, already holding their travel bags. I stared at her as if I saw her for the first time. It had been a long time since I had paid attention to children, so I hadn’t noticed how much she had grown! She almost reached my shoulder.

“Be good, cara mia,” Piera and Marco hugged and kissed their daughter. “Call us anytime. We’ll be back in two weeks.”

“Don’t worry!” Paola replied in her soft voice, waved them goodbye and came to my room.

We looked at each other. You would think that a nudist and porn writer would have no shame whatsoever. But I felt quite uncomfortable standing naked in front of this girl. Unlike Paola. She was completely unfazed by my appearance. On the contrary, she looked at me with interest. Well, okay, let’s get used to each other.

“Well… Okay, Paola, let’s find out where your place will be…” I led her into the kitchen. “Maybe I’ll make you a bed here on the couch. I could blow up a mattress for you in my room, but I snore like hell when I sleep…”

“Okay!” She grinned.

“And here, take the key so you can come and go whenever you want. What else… did you have breakfast today?”

“Yep.”

“So take your time and get settled. I’ll be in my room, just ask me if you need anything.”

I went back to my computer and sipped some already cold coffee. God, what a morning!

Paola was really a quiet girl, all by herself. She made several trips back and forth between her apartment and mine, and set up a classic little girl’s nest in the kitchen, with plushies, sketchbooks, comic magazines, and everything else. Then she demanded the Wi-Fi password and settled down to play some game on her tablet.

I couldn’t concentrate on my current novel, so I put it aside and started a new story about a mature man who is assigned to babysit a young girl.

***

The day was uneventful. For lunch, I offered Paola the same Korean noodles I had made for myself. She tried them cautiously and probably liked them, although the hot spices made her gasp and flush intensely. Then she went to the yard to play with her friends.

In the evening she asked if we could watch TV together. I don’t have a TV (I’m not into movies and series, I prefer books), so we settled for her favorite anime on my big computer screen.

Paola sat on the edge of her chair and watched the cartoon wide-eyed. I was curious and watched it too. I don’t know anything about anime, except for some very classic titles, so I can’t say what it was. Something little girls would love, for sure.

Paola was excited very soon, she jumped out of her seat laughing, then she had her nose in the screen, then she plopped down on my lap, jumping at every intense scene, laughing, squealing and nyaaaing. She was totally absorbed in the show and forgot about me, but I was absolutely unable to do the same.

I was naked, you remember. With the little girl jumping excitedly on my lap, I had a hard time pulling my hard-on away from her and trying not to cum on her back, which she kept rubbing against me. Finally, in the break between the episodes, I excused myself to go to the bathroom and quickly relieved myself, literally exploding after just a few touches.

Then I came back and we watched several more episodes. Paola gradually calmed down, but she stayed on my lap, leaning on my chest and talking about the anime characters and their complicated relationships. I kissed the top of her head and suggested we go to sleep. She reluctantly agreed.

***

At night, a heavy thunderstorm came. I got up to close the window. Almost immediately I heard the soft tap tap tap of bare feet, and Paola clung to me, trembling a little.

“Are you afraid of the thunder?” I asked, stroking her back gently.

“A little,” Paola mumbled and moved closer to me.

“Come, I’ll take you to bed. We’ll listen to the rain together, it’s much nicer.”

I took her in my arms (she weighed practically nothing) and carried her to my bed. She hugged me tightly, and I hugged her, and together we watched the lightnings through the window and listened to the downpour against the glass. She was wearing only her non-revealing children’s panties, so we felt each other skin to skin, but there was nothing sexual about the touch, just trust and comfort.

Paola fell asleep quickly, purring softly in her sleep. I didn’t fall asleep for a long time. I never had children of my own, so the feeling of her leaning against me aroused all sorts of controversial feelings.

***

I woke up late. Paola was still asleep, so warm, so soft and so trustingly relaxed that I had to resist the urge to cuddle her like a kitten. My snoring during the night did not seem to bother her at all. Fortunately, it was school vacation, and my work didn’t impose a tight schedule, so we weren’t in any rush.

I showered and went into the kitchen. I made myself some coffee and hot chocolate for Paola, and I was deciding between scrambled eggs and pancakes for breakfast when Paola arrived as well.

“Morning,” I smiled.

“Good morning. What smells so good?” Paola yawned, rubbed her eyes and sat down on a stool.

“Here you go,” I put the mug in front of her.

“Thanks!”

“I have an idea,” I said. “I’m not in the mood to cook right now. How about breakfast at McDonald’s instead?”

Paola’s face lit up. McDonald’s is definitely not something I usually eat for breakfast, and she probably doesn’t either, but I thought it would be nice to change scenery.

We dressed up.

“It’s weird,” Paola pointed out. “You’re always naked at home, even when other people come, but you dress up for the street. Why?”

“I guess because it is a social convention,” I said. “Public places in this country and our time require clothing. There’s no real reason for it, it’s just a custom that has developed on its own.”

“Do nudists follow this custom?” Paola continued curiously.

“Even nudists do, yes. Most of us aren’t rebels. So the place imposes its rules. But,” I smiled, “at least I can go outside barefoot. There is no ‘no shoes, no service’ rule here like in some other places.”

Paola giggled. I enjoyed her open curiosity.

“Can I go barefoot too?”

“Of course!”

So she left her sandals at home.

She walked slowly, carefully placing each step and looking under her feet.

“Is this your first time barefoot on the street?” I asked.

“Yep. I’ve only been barefoot on beaches, pools, those places. The sidewalk feels funny!” she laughed. “The asphalt is cool, and it’s prickly, and there are pebbles…”

To me, with my accustomed soles, it felt as soft as carpet.

“Then let’s take it slow,” I suggested. “Take your time and feel all the new sensations.”

Paola happily agreed.

McDonald’s was crowded as usual. I ordered breakfast plates for us and we found an empty table in the corner. We started to eat, looking at the people around us. Some of them looked back and smiled when they saw a barefoot man with a barefoot girl.

Paola loved it. She ate eagerly, but at the same time she wiggled her toes, stretched her soles, leaned back and examined her feet closely.

“How are they?” I grinned.

“My soles are black. And they tickle a little.” Paola giggled. “It’s like walking on a massage mat!”

“Try to relax,” I advised. “We were born barefoot. Your soles will get used to it pretty quickly.”

On our way home, she felt much more confident, even skipping and running around me. At home she announced:

“I want to go barefoot all the time! It’s so cool! Can I do that?”

“Why not? It’s really good. Let’s go barefoot for these two weeks, and then you can ask your parents.”

So the first thing Paola did when we got home was to solemnly carry her sandals back to her apartment.

Then she came back and looked at me. I was already naked.

“You said that every place has its rules…” she began.

“Right.”

“And you are naked here in your place. That means this is the place to be naked. Me too!”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to…”

“But I want to!”

And she resolutely took off all her clothes. I stared at her adorable body, so fresh and pure, full of childlike grace and natural beauty. Paola shyly looked down, blushed and looked at me.

“How is my body? How do I look?”

“You are beautiful, Paola.” I stroked her hair, trying not to focus on my excitation.

***

She spent some time in her nest, playing and getting used to being naked, then she put on her dress (but not her panties) and went out into the yard to her friends.

I used the time to work. My main novel was still stuck, I just couldn’t get myself to write about space vampires impregnating Earth women. But the side story about the man who babysits a young girl was growing and flourishing.

After a while I decided to take a break. I’m used to jerking off watching porn once or twice a day, but with Paola in the house, that schedule was broken. So I thought, while she’s out…

I was approaching my climax, not really able to slow down, when the door slammed and Paola came closer, naked, looking curiously at my hard dick in my hand and at the picture of an older man fucking a rather young girl on the screen. I just gasped, looked at her helplessly and came in the napkin.

“Oh…” Paola breathed. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to interrupt…”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” I exhaled. “I’m done anyway. Didn’t I scare you?”

Paola shook her head.

“Not really. You look nice. Funny, but nice. And that couple in the video… May I?”

I just nodded, not knowing what to say. Paola rewound the clip and watched it from the beginning. The girl didn’t look much older than she was, and she was so excited, so loud, so happy to be fucked…

“Wow…” Paola whispered.

“Have you seen porn before?” I asked.

“No, my parents put the parental control everywhere. So that’s what sex looks like?”

“Um… Not always like that. But the best sex is.”

Paola bit her lip thoughtfully.

“I… feel funny when I look at it. Like butterflies in my stomach, and… this strange tickling here…” she pointed to her pussy. “Jim…” she looked at me. “Can you… can you teach me sex?”

What could I say? “Will you take care of her? Will you abuse her?” I remembered Piera’s words. Will it be care or abuse if I teach Paola? I don’t force her to do anything, she is really interested… And she feels aroused, so her body is ready for this… I decided.

“Yes, kitten.” I kissed her temple softly. “I will teach you. Do you want to start now?”

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Thank you!” she jumped around me. It was so unusual to see this mixture of childish impetuosity and budding sexuality!

“Let’s go to my bed. We’ll start slowly and carefully, you should be prepared step by step…”

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