Chapter 1: Neighbor surprises Angela.
The doorbell rang as I was watching Cops. It had to be my babysitter, Angela. She was a neighbor girl who watched my kids while I went out with my buddies every Friday night. I opened the door to see the beaming smile of the perky little blonde high-schooler. She looked as hot as ever in little denim cut-offs and a white cotton shirt.
"Hello Miss Angela. Welcome to my humble abode!"
"Oh, Mr. Johnson, you're too much!"
"Come in, you looked chilled." 'Well, at least her nipples looked chilled.'
"Where are Sammie and Joey?" Angela asked questioningly.
"They're playing in the backroom."
"I'll just go say hi to them."
"Okay." Angela walked down the hall to the children's playroom. I watched her firm, little ass sway side to side as she disappeared around the corner.
"Mr. Johnson?" She called out. "They must be hiding. I can't find them."
I hurriedly shut the front door and locked it. What Angela didn't know was that I hadn't planned to go out two Friday's in a row with my buddies, I rarely do. Also, my kids happened to be at their mother's house for the week. Guess I forgot to mention that to Angela over the phone. What I really needed was for her to take care of me. Since she had just turned legal this week, I felt that Angela was now qualified to take care of my needs as well as my kids.
She reappeared from the back with a questioning look on her face. "I can't find them anywhere, not even in their favorite hiding places."
"Oh that's because they're not here." I said with a slight chuckle and an evil grin.
Angela backed away and stammered, "What? What do you mean they aren't here? I thought you said..."
"No I said I need you come over tonight to help me."
"Help you? I don't understand." She said as she protectively crossed her arms in front of her breasts.
"I think you do. You're 18 now Angela and I find you to be a very attractive young woman."
Angela turned bright red and looked at her feet. "Mr. Johnson, I don't think this is very appropriate; I think I should leave now."
I walked up to her and raised her chin with my finger. I looked into her blue eyes. "Angela, I have certain needs, just like the children. I pay you to take care of the children when I go out with my buddies, and I believe you perform an excellent job. Now I'm asking you to take care of me while my children spend time with their mother. I think now that you're a woman you can do certain things for me that may not have been appropriate earlier."
"Mr. Johnson I'm leaving now. You're starting to scare me." She turned her head aside and backed away from me.
"I will be willing to more than double what I pay you now. How does $25 an hour sound Angela?"
"What are you talking about?" Angela asked with a puzzled look on her face.
"I want you to take care of my needs and you'll earn bonus pay for it. Doesn't that sound like a good offer?"
Her face turned angry and she stated, "Mr. Johnson I think you need some help, but I don't think I'm going to be one."
"That's where you're wrong. I know you'll be perfect Angela. I've secretly taped the bathroom when you take care of the kids. You're more than enough woman for me. I especially like when you play with your pussy when you're done taking a piss. Do you rub your clit as you pee? Or are you always wet down there when you go to the bathroom? Do you sometimes open your legs real wide and pull your nipples? I've always wondered that."
Angela turned very white and looked absolutely terrified. "Oh God! Mr. Johnson, I'm leaving now." She quickly made her way to the door and unlocked it.
I was heartbroken at her reaction. I thought she liked me as more than a friend. "Angela? Didn't you hear what I said? Angela? I think that you're a beautiful. I love your sexy little body. I've never seen a better- looking young woman. The kind I could make love to ALL night. We could watch the tapes of you playing with yourself. Or do you want me to send them to your parents instead, so your whole family can enjoy? It'll be fun! I'll do anything for you! Just ask. Please?"
Angela looked as though she had taken a sock to her stomach. She knelt in a fetal position next to the door and sobbed. "No! You wouldn't! You can't! I don't want anything from you. Mr. Johnson, I'm scared, I don't want them to see me like that. I didn't mean for you to film me doing that!"
I kneeled before her shaking body and held my arms around her and rubbed her back. "I'm so sorry Angela, dear. I didn't mean for you to get filmed like that either. It's just that I... I just have to make sure if something happens while I'm gone that I don't get sued. So I film all the bedrooms, the bathroom and the living room."
She continued sobbing in my arms. "The living room too?"
"Yeah. I even caught that one time your boyfriend got your shirt up over your head and played with your tits. Do you want to see that one instead?"
"Oh my God! No." She started to unconsciously rub her cheek against my arm as if to gain comfort from my touch.
I softly rubbed her cheek with my hand and whispered to her, "It's really good. I even showed one of my friends for his birthday."
She screamed, "Oh my God!" Angela appeared to faint as she withered in my arms.
I picked her up and laid her down gently on the coach as knelt beside the coach. I looked at her flush face and gently ran my hand over the soft skin behind her ear and under her chin. I planted a soft kiss on the glistening lips of my sleeping beauty. I pulled my shoes and socks off and sat down beside her to see if I could awaken the young woman. I kissed her clear lip-gloss covered lips for a few seconds but she didn't stir. The second kiss was a full on lip-lock and I slowly eased my tongue against her soft lips. She involuntarily opened her mouth to reciprocate my proffered kiss. We were soon locked in a magical French kiss as my tongue explored every crevice of her pretty mouth. Oddly she didn't awaken for a few seconds, but when she did her eyes shot open in a wide-eyed stare. She firmly planted her petite hands into my chest as she struggled to extract herself from my arms. I pulled away reluctantly and gently cupped a breast in my hand as I stared into her wondrous blue eyes.
'Funny, but she doesn't look like she really enjoyed that very much. She almost looks repulsed. I hope I still have a chance with her.'
"Did you like that?" I said as I gently caressed her cheek, a move that she didn't seem to mind.
She breathlessly whispered to me, "What are you doing to me Mr. Johnson? I don't like when you touch me. Please, I must go."
I looked into her dazed, blue eyes. "I thought we had an understanding Angela? You said you'd stay with me and watch your masturbation video, right?"
"But I don't want to Mr. Johnson." She said more firmly.
"So you do want to watch it at home with your parents?"
She started to get upset again at my line of question and said, "No Mr. Johnson, I don't want to watch the tape at all."
"So you just want to look after my needs then right?" I asked with an arched eyebrow.
She looked to be on the verge of tears and again. "No, I just want to go home. Please?"
"But you said you'd come by and help me. Don't you want to make some extra money?"
"Yes, but not as your whore! Please let me go!" She screamed at me and started to thrash on the couch. I got away from her blows quickly.
"I never said you'd be my whore. Where did you get that idea?"
She pulled her self off the couch and backed up a few steps toward the door. "You're blackmailing me with that tape, and then you kissed and groped me. And you're offering money to have sex with me. What do you mean you don't want me to be your whore?"
"Just because we're going to sleep together doesn't mean you're a whore. I just want the company of a beautiful, young woman. You never said you didn't want to watch the tape earlier, you could have just told me and I would have dropped the subject. Also, I can pay you to cook breakfast for us tomorrow morning if you feel funny taking more money from me."
"Mr. Johnson, I don't know what to say. I have a boyfriend, and while I find you attractive, I wouldn't cheat on him. Please, I must go home now, my parents might worry."
I started to get desperate as she inched toward the door. "You can break up with your boyfriend if you feel bad about our relationship. And... And I already called your parents to tell them I'd be gone all night and that you're staying here with the kids. So they won't suspect a thing. I'll do anything you need. Do you want cigarettes, alcohol, pot, or anything else? Just stay with me. You can't leave me. I won't let you. We should be together."
I regretted the last comments, as she looked shocked by me pleading. She seemed frozen as I made my way to her and wrapped my arms tightly around her small body and kissed the top of her head. She started to cry more profusely and stared at the ground, trying to avoid my gaze.
"Are you keeping me hostage? Are going to rape me?" She asked in a frightened whisper. Her dread of what I could do to her was overwhelming. She honestly thought I was a monster who would plunge his figurative sword into her delicate innards and laugh at his latest conquest. I was heart-broken and dejected and started to tear up as I got down on my knees in front of her. I looked into her beautiful, blue eyes that had suddenly become blood-shot and glistening with her tears.
I spoke softly to her, "What are you talking about? I told you, we're going to have fun together. I love you so much. I would never hurt you. Don't worry about a thing, it'll be all right. Trust me! I just want to be with you forever."
"Oh Mr. Johnson. I'm scared!"
"Oh, don't be my little Angela. Let's play a game, it will help to ease the tension. We'll have so much fun."
Angela had a fearful look in her eyes, like a puppy that had been scolded for soiling a rug. 'We'll have so much fun!' I stood up and grasped her tiny hand in mine. She stood limply by my side as I shut and re- locked the front door.
"Have you ever played doctor before Angela?"
"No." She said as she looked at the floor dejectedly.
"Well it's really fun. I have a special room downstairs which looks just like the doctor's exam room. I've got one of those X-ray chart light things, the little roller, swivel chair, a wall desktop, a counter-balance scale and height measuring stick, even a real exam table!" I said, as I excitedly thought about us together.
"It's real fun. All the ladies get turned on when I play Dr. Bones. I know you'll love it!"
Angela's expression went from dejection to utter horror to sullen rejection within seconds. 'Maybe I shouldn't have mentioned the other ladies. She's pretty young, and she might have self-doubt issues. She needs to feel how special I think she is and how much I want her.' I led her down the steps into the dark basement. I noticed she tensed up as we reached the bottom step.
"I'm scared." She said as she trembled and hugged my arm.
"Don't worry Angela, I'm here for you. I want you to know how special I think you are and that I will always be there to protect you. It's just a few more feet to the door."
I opened the door to the climate-controlled, soundproof 10x20-foot room. I turned the lights on and quickly ushered her into my office. She stood in awe at first, much to my delight. I had spared no expense to get everything just right. The light elevator music is what I thought really completed the set. I sometimes sat in here waiting for my own imaginary doctor to walk in.
"What do you think Angela?"
"It looks very real." She stated honestly, as she looked the room over slowly.
"I'm glad you approve. Your opinion means a lot to me. What don't you hop up on the table while I go get the doctor." I said with a little giggle.
Angela was clearly awed by my little room, and I was glad I had shared it with her. I shut the door behind me and went to my doctor's 'chest'. It was a large metal locker filled with all the normal doctor accessories, right down to the comfortable, old man shoes. I quickly pulled on the shoes, jacket and other items and made my way inside.
Chapter 2: The Doctor will see you now.
"Hello Angela, my name is Dr. Bones. How are you today?"
"I'm okay I guess." She said as she reluctantly got into her roll.
"Well, I see you're here for your general physical exam today. I'm glad that 18 year-olds like yourself have regular exams to make sure you're healthy. You sure look quite lovely and physically fit young miss."
"Thank you." Angela said blushing lightly.
"I'm afraid my nurse is sick today so I'll be doing everything myself. So, I need for you to take off your shoes and hop up on the scale for me."
Angela pulled her shoes off and hopped off the table. I noticed that her breasts were very healthy indeed. The full rounded C-cup's stood very proudly from her chest and had only a slight bounce. She stepped onto the scale facing toward me. I worked the small weights and found she weighed a very slender 130 lbs.
"Now I need to measure your height with this stick behind you. I need you to back up to the bar and straighten your back. Arms at you side, chest outward, and chin up. Very good. Well I see you are about 5' 9" and you weigh about 130 lbs. So you're on the skinny side, but you appear to have healthy proportions."
She blushed at my compliment and looked sheepishly at her feet.
"Now I need for you to take off all your clothes and slip into the green gown we have behind that folding screen."
Angela nervously got off the scale and made her way behind the screen. I heard the zipper of her shorts as she pulled them down and the rustle of cotton as she pulled her shirt over her head.
"Do I have to take everything off?"
"Everything. It will make it easier for me to her your breathing and test reflexes."
"Okay." I saw the shadow of her body as she reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra, chest sticking straight out. She quickly pulled the garment off and I watched the shadows of her dangling breasts as she pulled down her panties. She pulled the gown on and reappeared from behind the screen. The gown protruded obscenely from her ample chest and her ass cheeks peeked out at me as she gripped the paper tightly at the back of her waist.
"Okay Angela. I need to take a few measurements to estimate body fat."
"What?" She asked nervously.
"This device pinches the skin and helps in the estimate. I need to take measurements of your underarm, the side of your ribcage and your abdomen."
"Don't worry, I'm a trained professional. Stand right here."
I lifted one arm to a 90-degree angle and took the underarm measurement. "I'm going to need to loosen the side of your gown to get the ribcage and abdomen measurements." I undid the lower back tie and pulled the opening toward me, getting a good look at her tight, rounded bum as I adjusted the gown. I had her raise her arm up high and took the next measurement at the ribcage.
"Well, I can't get to the third part, so I'll just have to take off this silly gown for a few seconds."
I proceeded to untie the gown the rest of the way and pulled it off her shoulders and away from her body. The sight of her lithe, young body greeted my eyes. Her light, blonde peach fuzz barely covered the now dew-covered slit of her aroused vulva. Her nipples were bright pink nubs that protruded from her quarter- dollar-sized aureoles. Her breasts were round in shape and seemed to defy gravity despite their considerable heft. I felt my cock start to stir at the sight of my beautiful, naked babysitter. I got the third measurement before I forgot about it and told her not to move. She stood with her hands over her pubic region and blushed slightly as I sat down at my desk.
I did the math and pronounced, "Well, it seems I was right, you only appear to have 15% body-fat by weight. Of course, most of it seems to be concentrated in your enormous mammary glands."
She blushed beet red at this statement and stammered, "Oh, well..."
"It okay Angela. Most girls your age would love to have such well-endowed proportions. You should feel very proud and not try to hide your beautiful body."
"Thank you Mr. Johnson."
"Yes; thanks Dr. Bones."
"Your welcome Angela. Now I'd like to take some other measurements. I need to see how your proportions stack up to others. I know that your height is several inches above average. So I want to see if your other measurements are in proportion with your height."
"Okay." Angela said nervously.
"Now I will take this cloth tape measure and take standard clothing measurements."
With that I took the tape measure and bent down at her feet.
I measured her inseam height; I stared at the number that was partially hidden by her peach fuzz and noted it. Then I had her raise her arms and I wrapped the tape measure around the fullest part of her hips. After taking that measurement I also found her waist measurement and noted it as well.
"What I need you to do is make penguin wings with your arms. I need to measure your bust and side."
I then pulled the tape between hip and armpit and noted the length. I stood up and wrapped the tape around her ribcage and adjusted it so it was just under the swell of her breasts. Angela tensed up considerably.
"Relax Angela. Take a few big breaths. Now release. Okay, hold it. Good."
I adjusted the tape so it looped around her upper chest at the fullest part of the breasts. I took one hand around the loop to make sure it was not knotted or twisting and felt the hard pebbles of her nipples as my fingers skimmed across the front of her ample chest.
"Dr. Bones, you hands feel cold."
"I'm sorry Miss, I'll just pull the tape a little tight to make up for the extra protrusion of your nipples. Does that sound good?"
She blushed and said softly, "Yes. I think that would be okay."
"Okay I'm all done. If you would can you leave off the gown and hop up on the table? I'll raise the temperature a few degrees so you'll be more comfortable. I don't think you want to have to endure painfully stiff nipples for the next hour, do you?"
I finished up my math and noted all dimensions on the chart.
"Well you measure 35" at the hip, 25" at the waist, and 36" at the fullest part of the bust. What size bra do you normally purchase?"
Angela shyly stated, "I buy a 34 C usually."
"Well, according to my measurements, you should probably be wearing a 36 C or even a D-cup. Did you know that most women do not wear the right size bra? It can lead to irritation and even soreness if the garment is too constricting. With your ample breasts I think you should invest in some new bras immediately. I would be willing to help inspect any future purchases if need be."
"Yes Dr. Bones. I'll keep that in mind." She said as she looked at me with a broad smile.
"Now why don't you hop on the table and we'll get started on the next part of the exam."
Angela picked up the gown and wrapped it around herself as I sat down at the desk to make further notes.
"Oh, I'm sorry Angela. You'll need to leave off the gown for the rest of your exam."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. And if you're cold just tell me."
"All right then." She pulled the garment off and crossed her arms across her breasts protectively. I walked up to the table and picked up the blood pressure device from a metal tray.
"I'll just take your blood pressure and monitor your breathing now. Hold your arm out for me."
Angela held one arm out and I the device around her upper arm, lightly grazing a nipple in the process; Angela inhaled sharply at the contact of the rough material on her sensitive, pink tip. I noticed that her nipples seemed to be protruding quite a bit and had hardened to cylindrical-shaped nubs. I finished the blood pressure test and proceeded with the lung monitoring. I put the stethoscope on and held one hand to her collarbone and had her straighten her back. Placing the breath-warmed instrument to her back, I said,