13 comments/ 89935 views/ 18 favorites An Inquisitive Babysitter: The Discovery By: smallncute Miranda pulled up into their drive, stopped, and parked the car. She paused, briefly, and with a deep sigh she reached to open the car door. Miranda's mind was in turmoil, full of apprehension, unsure of how to approach the problem, if indeed there was a problem to begin with. Regularly, Miranda and Lisa, her old university friend meets up for dinner, more often than not, Miranda inviting her friend Lisa round. But With her husband working out of town, she had suggested a meal out, in town, and asked Rose, to baby sit. Finally, she opened the door, and stood, heading to the front door as the car door closed, as she pressed the locking button on the remote control. Slowly, Miranda inserted the key, and turned the lock, entering her, or rather their home. "Evening Rose, everything okay?" Rose picked herself up from the arm chair, and pressed the mute button on the TV as she replied, "Sure, everything was a dream, now his cold has gone, William is sleeping better a lot better." "Good to hear Rose, I'll just pop upstairs, and then I'll pay you, if you don't mind?" "Sure, no probs," was the reply. Miranda headed upstairs, and entered her bedroom, looking around the room, scrutinizing it closely. The bed, looked lightly disturbed, Miranda thought, as if someone had lain on the bed, and then straightened it out, but the bed didn't appear as straight as she remembered. But was it her imagination playing games? Her eyes moved to the tissue box, knowing there had been an orange tissue on top, but being a two tone tissue box, the colour of the tissue was possibly irrelevant, as it was, still an orange tissue. However, the bin, that Miranda had carefully emptied late afternoon, had several tissues screwed up, laying in the bottom. Hands on hips, she gasped as her eyes moved towards the sets of drawers, and the wardrobe containing her lingerie collection. From an early age, Miranda preferred the luxurious lingerie that was available, always preferring quality over quantity. Adrian, her beloved husband shared similar likes, and regularly bought Miranda gifts of quality lingerie. When he did, he was never selfish. If he liked an item or a range, he would buy effectively the entire set, the bra, or possibly two, the thong, and briefs. If the set also had matching camisole, and, or French knickers, he would buy them too. Consequently, Miranda had built up quite a collection, and a separate though smaller wardrobe was required to store them. A favourite part of her collection was designer lingerie, sold exclusively in a store in London, or their online website out of town factory online. The quality of silk and silk lace was excellent, and for designer wear, the price was affordable. Slowly, as if she was scared of someone, or something, Miranda walked over to the wardrobe, and opened the drawers each in turn. Her eyes viewed the contents critically, looking for signs of disturbance, and if wasn't long before she found what she feared, or perhaps hoped? The collection was not as it had been left; in particular her new orange silk bustier had been moved. She picked it up carefully, slowly drifting her eyes over the silk, noticing a long black hair. Her eyes stopped, transfixed at the hair, before finally returning the bustier to the drawer. Miranda paused, as she took a deep breath, and then exhaled deeply, reached for her purse from her handbag; and armed with her purse, Miranda headed downstairs, to rejoin Rose in the living room. She entered, and sat into one of the arm chairs, close to Rose. "Thank you for your help tonight, Rose," as Miranda offered Rose the £10.00 note. "Thank you," Rose replied, her eyes smiling at the paper money, already knowing how it would be spent; on the typical things teenagers spend their money on. "Err Rose, I am intending to go shopping tomorrow afternoon, would you be able to pop over for a couple of hours, maximum? It is so much easier to shop without him." a wave of apprehension rippled its way through Miranda as she asked, her mind revisiting her plans. "Sure, midday?" "Please, Waitrose (an upmarket UK food chain) can become quite chaotic if I leave much later." With that, Miranda saw Rose out, and returned upstairs heading to William's room, having switched the lights off downstairs as she went. She sat on the edge of his bed, and stroked his hair, reached over and kissed him, before she ended back in their room. Rose had been babysitting for Miranda and Adrian for several years, ever since her early teens. Rose was a bubbly girl, always cheerful and smiling. She was slightly taller than Miranda at about 5'3, and has long jet black shoulder length hair that reached past her bra strap. Her eyes were a deep blue in colour, and her form, whilst not slender, was that of a curvy young teen. Whilst she had the ability to dress up, and make herself rather pretty and appealing, she often wore trousers, or hipsters, that expressed her curvy bum, and her muscular legs, that she had developed from swimming and running. Miranda had always guessed correctly that whilst they were of a similar size, or rather height, Rose's build was such that she was the next dress size up from herself. Miranda returned to the drawer, and retrieved the silk bustier; bodice. A more recent addition to her collection, (part of a range that was a Christmas gift from Adrian) it had become an instant favourite of hers, especially during the winter months. Made of silk, it was smooth, and comfortable, and because it was silk, it was warmer to wear during the cold winter months, and she often preferred wearing it rather than a bra. The bustier or bodice in question was a deep rusty orange in colour, with wide shoulder straps, and reached to just below her navel. The bustier was decorated with brown embroidered lace with hints of orange and gold in an ornate pattern, a pattern from the Indian sub-continent; that started at the shoulder straps, covering the thickness of the straps, and travelled towards the base of the top, the two bands meeting at the base, forming an Orange V down the body and meeting at the base. This orange was, itself crisscrossed with a brown band, giving the appearance of being tied, although it wasn't. Along the centre of the back were 15 little eyelets, which fastened the bustier. The set came complete with a matching bra, thong, and briefs. The only item her husband didn't buy was the matching night dress, as Miranda preferred sleeping without hindrance. Miranda felt anger, with Rose; anger with Rose once again going through her lingerie collection. She was not sure how she first suspected Rose had been going through her collection or when she started. However, one item that Rose was clearly admiring was the orange silk set, and in particular, the bustier. Yet again, the bustier was stored at the top of the pile, and this time there was the solitary black hair. She sat on the side of her bed; unsure and confused about how to take tackle this problem despite countless hours spent mulling over the issue. Despite her anger, Miranda often felt a sense of pride, flattered that Rose appreciated her lingerie collection, seeing Rose's rummaging as a compliment. Her eyes flicked across to another part of the room, where a gold gift box lay, with a black bottom and tied with a gold ribbon. "Damn Rose" she muttered to herself, as she put the item back into the draw, and undressed, before settling into bed, unsure whether she would sleep well. Miranda awoke with a jolt as William jumped on her bed, "Mommy, Mommy," he exclaimed. She smiled, as her son climbed into bed with her, her mind registering the time on the clock. It was seven thirty something or other; the exact time didn't matter. William had been good and slept well, allowing Miranda to have a little lay-in despite her disturbed sleep. Her mother was collecting him at 10am, so she had about two hours in which she had to prepare him. ****** Dressed casually, in a t-shirt and skirt, Miranda waved as William was driven down the drive, and onto the road, being entertained by her mother. Slowly, she closed the front knowing that she had the house to herself till Monday evening, or at least midday, when Rose would show. Slowly, Miranda headed up to the bedroom, and started to prepare herself for the uncertainly of the afternoon. She showered and dried her hair, before tying it into a high ponytail, leaving her neck, and necklace exposed. The drawer opened slowly, as Miranda reached for the bustier, and slowly put her arms through the arm straps before reaching back and fastened the clasp methodically; finally, she walked over to another wardrobe, and reached for her new, very sheer, silk blouse that was a light cream colour. As she fastened the two half's, she deliberately left the top of her bustier exposed. She tucked the blouse into the waistband of the deep orange skirt, and admired herself in the mirror. She smiled; as the blouse had the effect she was wanting, being that her bodice was clearly visible through the sheer silk. The time seemed to go slowly, as Miranda sipped her fresh coffee and watched the morning news on the BBC news channel. She waited for midday; the passage of time she sensed was slow. The gift box was placed on a side table. The repeating news cycle must have at least sent Miranda into a trance, or a light snooze. The door bell ringing bought her back to reality. She gulped and realised that the time had come as Miranda looked at the clock on the TV screen. Slowly, not wanting Rose to think Miranda was sitting at the door, Miranda stood and looked at her reflection in a window, straightened her skirt and ran her hands down her top, before she walked slowly and deliberately into the hallway and reached to open the door. "Afternoon Rose, thanks for being so prompt" as Miranda smiled, opened the door and indicated to Rose that she should enter. It was evident that her blouse and her bustier had achieved the desired effect as Rose stuttered and stumbled for words as she endeavoured not to stare at Miranda. Rose only partially succeeded however, as Miranda smiled triumphantly to herself. "Thank you Miranda," Rose replied, as she to avert her gaze from Miranda, as Rose followed Miranda into the living room. "Looking rather smart Miranda, I thought you said you were going out shopping?" Miranda smiled, "Sorry Rose but a slight change in plans. Coffee?" Rose nodded, and Miranda headed to the kitchen and soon returned with Rose's coffee, as Miranda knew she liked it; milk and no sugar, and handed it to her. "Rose, I'd like to talk to you, if I may?" "Sure Miranda," her voice betraying a slight edge of discomfort; as she reached for her coffee, and leaned back into the sofa, her eyes avoiding looking at Miranda. Every now and then there would be a little glance at Miranda, as Rose tried to control her eyes. Rose was shocked, as soon as she saw Miranda in the blouse, bustier; Rose wondered if her little secret was out, that Miranda seemed to know, but how? She had made the effort the cover her tracks, where did she go wrong she asked herself. Miranda cast her eyes at Rose, admiring her long jet back hair, and trying to read what was Rose thinking at that moment. Rose had chosen to wear a kaftan style top, with a plunging neck line and a simple camisole to obscure the view of her cleavage. Her legs were covered in a pair of black footless tights and sandals. "Well, Rose, I have noticed that you seem to enjoy quality, luxurious lingerie, and well this Christmas present from my husband in particular." As she spoke, she straightened her back, and pushed her chest out indicating the bodice that she was wearing. She watched Rose go crimson, a bright red blush as her suspicions were realised; that Miranda had become aware of her little antics in Miranda's room. "Yes" was her simple reply, embarrassed that she had been caught, found out - discovered." "May I ask why, why you invade my privacy, and rummage through my lingerie?" Rose paused, exhaled deeply, and sat nervously, her fingers fidgeting with her coffee cup as she looked away, onto the floor, avoiding Miranda's eyes; nervously moving the toe of her sandal from side to side along the carpet and stared at the carpet. "I... I guess I'm really not sure Miranda. It wasn't to invade your privacy, or upset you in any way and I'm sorry if that's what I did." Rose paused briefly before she continued, "maybe I just wanted to see what it's like to... you know" "Please continue Rose, I am not mad.... irritated sure, but not mad. I don't know exactly how I feel at the moment Rose." "Just to... maybe see what... well... what it looks like... what a mature woman wears... maybe I just wanted to see what I'd look like in something like that..." Rose paused for a minute or two, as she collected her thoughts, whilst Miranda sat patiently, sipping her coffee. "I stumbled upon the lingerie accidentally the first time, it was out drying on the clothes liner in the spare room; and well... you dress smart, yet have a certain edge maybe, and some of the lingerie was high quality, things I could not afford", as she continued to blush stumble for words.. "And did it fit you or was it too tight Rose?" "It was a little snug, to be honest, but I didn't ruin it or anything. I was careful but I could possibly use the next size up," Rose relaxed slightly, her face colour returning (as a little smile crept across her face. Miranda stood up, placed her coffee cup on the table and took a step or two towards Rose. "Rose, please unfasten my blouse." Rose's eyes widened a look of uncertainly on her face as what Miranda had just asked sank in. She nervously played with a ring on her finger. "Miranda...I'm not, well, I don't... I err," she stuttered. "Please Rose... please unfasten my blouse and tell me what you like about this bustier in particular." Rose gulped, her lips started to move, but no sound escaped. Rose's eyes met Miranda, hoping for Miranda to back down, wanting the floor to open up, swallow her whole. The room remained in silence, a deathly eerie silence, the television having been switched of soon after Rose's arrival. "Please Miranda, why?" She paused briefly, "why are you making me do this?" Miranda smiled softly, not fully sure why she wanted this to happen either, her mind trying to imagine the various possibilities. "Because I would like you to see how the bustier looks on its rightful owner Rose here in person, in the flesh." Rose sighed, her hands still showing signs of reluctance to reach out and to do what Miranda had asked. Miranda wasn't sure what she wanted. She was angry about the intrusion, the invasion of privacy as well as being flattered. But the feelings were deeper than that. Once she had realised the possibility that Rose had tried on her garments, Miranda's mind have ventured, wondering how would Rose look in that lingerie. How would she look in a set of Miranda's or even a set of her own. Over a period of time, the more she thought about how Rose would look in the set, her mind had ventured deeper, how would Rose look nude, naked? Miranda's mind went back to her university days, when she was a similar age to Rose herself, and had her various gay experiences, having been seduced herself at that tender age. Since her marriage, Miranda had almost been faithful, only committed adultery with one person, Ruth. Ruth was an old university friend, a close friend, they slept together then and still do at times, expressing their affection, fondness at a more sensual intimate level. But during the recent events, happy memories of those days returned, together with a desire to sleep with some one of that age again. Miranda's thoughts returned to the present as Rose stood there, awkwardly. "Please Rose." Again, Rose gulped and bit her lower lip as she looked up at the button closest to Miranda's waistline and slowly moved her hands to take hold of the button. She ever so gently began to push it through the hole. As she held her breath slightly, the button soon released from the hole and she leaned back. "I can't Miranda, I just can't do... I'm sure it is as lovely on you as I've imagined, but I... The colour is different, very different, and well... I just might have thought about what it would look like against your darker skin tone, that and the silk. Its such fine quality and I have only seen something like it in a shop." "Unfasten the other buttons Rose and feel the silk; please?" "I can't Miranda please, please no." Miranda smiled softly, started to think out aloud, "Do your parents know about your little hobby Rose? How many others of your clients have you rummaged through? What if they were to find out Rose?" Miranda's eyes staring into Rose's seeing her shiver. "You wouldn't would you Miranda? Would you? Isn't this our little secret? Miranda just smiled, leaving Rose to ponder. Rose nodded slightly, and again gulped, as her hands moved to the other buttons. She moved at a faster pace and unfastened them opening the two halves, pushing them to the side to reveal the bustier. Gently yet quickly, Rose nervously ran her fingertips along the silk, felt her ears begin to burn from the rush of blood to her head. Miranda placed her hands onto Rose's hands on the bustier, as she crossed her arms and smiled. "Lovely material isn't it?" Rose nodded softly, "It fits you perfectly Miranda." Slowly, she moved Rose's hands as she lightly placed them on her breasts. Her eyes still held Rose's gaze. Rose gasped softly and then sighed deeply, obviously afraid to move, afraid to blink. Her hands rested on Miranda's breasts, and she could feel Miranda's swollen nipples pressing into her palms. Miranda's gaze moved, as she looked towards the box, her gaze slowly moved between Rose and the box, before settling to look at Rose. Miranda nodded and released her hands, freeing them from her grasp and allowing them to fall away to her side. "See the box on the side Rose?" Rose just nodded quietly, her mind full of emotions. "Please open it." Slowly, hesitantly Rose walked towards the box. Taking hold of it, she walked to the edge of the sofa, sat down, and started to un-wrap the box, her fingers nervously unfastening the bow. Rose slowly pulled away the gift paper and golden ribbon and opened the box; peeled away the layers of tissue to reveal her very own silk set: the camisole, bra, the thong, the briefs and the suspender belt together with a couple of pairs of stockings to finish of the set. Slowly she lifted them, gasping, smiling, and almost crying with surprise. Miranda watched her as she slowly drew the items out of the box, gazing at the pattern and feeling the soft silk of the fabric. "Sorry Rose, but the set that you liked so much, it's already discontinued, being a designer range, they tend to come and go quickly, but I hope you will like it?" The room was quiet; the only sound was of the tissue as Rose carefully removed each item in turn. Rose removed the items gently, lovingly, and placed them carefully on the side of the sofa, her hands running over the silk. "I love it Miranda... but you shouldn't have. You didn't have to..." The Katrina set was made from panels of black silk with the cups made from a black and red lace. The bra was made from panels of black silk, but the cups of the bra were made from black lace and accented with red embroidery within the lace as well as the shoulder straps. The straps were red in colour, made from the embroidered edging of the bra and camisole. The result was a fine, soft sheer lace, which allows the breasts and nipples to be visible through the lace, which added a very erotic touch. The camisole was similar, but the red lace was wider and much deeper, covering the entire front of the camisole. An Inquisitive Babysitter: The Discovery Rose smiled softly, as she looked look over the intricate designs composing the camisole, the bra, the thong, noting the combination of lace and silk. She caught Miranda's eye and softly blushed as she stood, and slowly walked to the bathroom door. "I'm going to try it on quickly, if you don't mind Miranda?" "I'd like that Rose, to see how well it fits. Change here, or use my bedroom Rose, if you prefer?" Rose nodded, momentarily forgetting the possible hint of blackmail as she bounced up the stairs, seeing the full length mirror as she closed Miranda's bedroom door. She laid the items out on Miranda's bed. Rose slowly changed, using the full length mirror as she admired herself in it. She changed into one item, then another, leaving Miranda alone downstairs. Alone, to the sounds of Rose's feet on the stairs, Miranda gasped at herself, surprised, shocked even that she came out with that suggestion, the possibility of blackmail. She wondered if she had the nerves to follow up that threat. Was the desire of Rose becoming that powerful? Would, could Miranda stoop that low to get Rose. What did Miranda actually want? Waiting for the sound of Rose to return, Miranda sat and waited. Finally Miranda lost her patience and slowly stood and headed over and up the stairs, as if hypnotized and being drawn by some unknown super-natural force. Having changed into various items of the set, Rose had momentarily forgotten the events of down stairs. She was on a high, having her own set, her own luxurious lingerie, which fitted her like a glove, as she looked, admired herself in the mirror, her breasts, nipples clearly visible through h the sheer lace. As she stood, the adrenalin rush over, Rose's mind returned tothe events, as she felt alive, sexual in the mirror. How did Miranda find out she asked, her soft voice filling the bedroom. How Did Miranda find out? Why did she buy me this set? What does she want from me? Would she have the nerve, guts to tell my parents. Deep in thought, Rose lost sense of time, till the sound of a knock on the door bought her back to the living. Miranda reached the door, which was slightly ajar, so she gently knocked, which resulted in some minor panic by Rose. She quickly turned to face the door, her hands behind her back. "Come in." Slowly Miranda entered, admiring her as she stood before. Rose's hands nervously ran over the material now covering her body. "It's Lovely Miranda, its fine, Miranda, thank you, it's.... it fits perfectly and is really so lovely," she said, her voice trailing off into a whisper. "Oh my Rose; you look wonderful." Miranda's eyes glanced over her young form. They slowly settled on her breasts that were partly exposed through the sheer lace of the camisole, her semi hard nipples protruding. "Do you think it looks alright on me Miranda? I mean really, it may just be, well... umm... too... you know..." "Too what Rose?" Miranda finally stepped into the room and she walked towards Rose. She felt her heart miss a beat and her breathing become slightly more rapid, breathless. "Well, maybe it's just too, I don't know, sexy or too much for me?" "Well Rose. It's not the sort of thing you would perhaps wear to College." Rose giggled nervously, "Of course not Miranda." "But well Rose, you have the set; the different items for you to chose at leisure. You can wear the camisole under a sheer top, and go bra less. Or the bra and thong under a jumper, the combinations are only limited by your imagination Rose. This is the type of lingerie that you wear for a lover, or perhaps just as a pick me up to make yourself feel sexy and desirable. Well either way, you have the idea set for; for seducing the man, the man of your dreams perhaps," Miranda smiled, as she met her gaze. Rose smiled shyly as she looked away from Miranda, focusing on her underwear briefly on the bed, before resting on the floor. "I'm not sure about that, I mean..." she paused, her eyes met Miranda's, and she looked with more intensity than before. Finally she continued, "Miranda, I'm shy that way around boys. I'm shy that way around myself for that matter. I've hardly kissed a boy, let alone done anything else." "So why did you go through my lingerie collection Rose? Why did you break my trust and go through my most personal of personal belongings? You can't be that shy if you were able to do that Rose. You've apparently done so on more than one occasion, at least several occasions, if not more!" Rose looked away again, until Miranda reached out and cupped her cheek, catching her eyes and retaining them. She looked at Miranda briefly before she looked over her head as she considered her reply. "Well no one was supposed to know about that you know. I had been careful, or so I thought, to put things back in their proper order. It was only for curiosities sake Miranda, nothing more. I've never seen, not in person at least, lingerie such as this, and well... I just wanted to know, how it would look on me, how it would feel to wear." Rose's voice became barely a whisper, as she struggled to find the words she was looking for. Miranda nodded as her eyes moved and met her gaze. Miranda's hand was still on her cheek, gently caressing her. As Miranda listened, she looked at Rose. Her mind slipped back to when she was at university, away from home. It was when she really first explored her own sexuality. She could somehow understand and empathize with Rose's predicament. "Can I ask you something Miranda?" "Sure Rose, of course you can." "How is it that your collection came to be? I mean, when was the first time you looked at lingerie? How come it's so extensive, so large?" Miranda could see there was more that Rose wanted to ask and she waited for it. Rose pondered before she asked Miranda another, more personal, question. "If Adrian is gone so often, what makes you keep up your collection?" Miranda smiled, as she sat on the edge of the bed, still reaching up, cupping her cheek. Slowly Rose sat, settling in next to Miranda, as she pondered and thought about her answers to Rose's questions. "I really started to become aware of its power when I was at university, but I couldn't afford much in the way of quality lingerie back then. Even then, I'd rather buy less but better quality. Besides, cheap nylon lace is really scratchy and itchy. I have built up my collection over the years. Adrian ... well he is also a lover of luxury lingerie and he often buys me the sets for Christmas, my birthday or when he feels like it. When he is not around, I like to wear the sets he buys me. I guess it helps me to keep him close, if that makes sense Rose. In addition, I feel good in it... look good in it... and it makes me feel more confident, more sensual and sexual..." Rose smiled softly, "So, maybe for some of the same reasons as I had for looking through your collection then?" Rose paused and pondered her answer again. "Perhaps so Rose," "How many other sets do you have, may I ask?" "What do you mean Rose?" "Well..." again Rose paused as her mind tried to decide what she wanted to say. "I sometimes feel myself caught between wanting to feel more sexual, more confident, and wanting to shy away from my own body." Rose paused for a moment and then carried on. "I guess I thought something like the things you wear would help, or maybe be a good start as you seem well... very collected, but also with a sexual edge. You have a confidence that I admire." As she finished, she laid back onto the bed, her eyes turning to meet my own. "You are young Rose, just started your journey into discovering your sexuality, it will come." "I think that, but then I look at some of the gals at school, and well, they seem to have it already. What if I miss it? "Miss what exactly, Rose?" "What if I don't ever get that sexual edge, like you have, like the other girls at school have? I thought wearing something like this would help me catch up with them, so to speak." "I know you're not a virgin... at least I suspect you're not; I have seen you with those boys, those men, Rose." Rose blushed; her cheeks and ears turned crimson as Miranda watched intently slight sly smile upon her lips. "Well, I have, ummm..." "So again Rose, you are not as shy, innocent as you claim are you Rose?" Miranda's voice teasing Rose. Miranda continued to sit on the edge of the bed, as she faced Rose, watching her, listening intently to her words. "But being with them does not really make me feel mature or sexual, maybe somewhat confident, but that's usually short lived. I just feel like I'm missing something." As she sighed deeply, she nervously ran her toe along the carpet. Miranda caught the movement from the corner of her eye. "Like what Rose? What are you missing?" To be honest, Miranda, I'm not sure; otherwise I'd know what was missing! I guess something like being sexual without having sex, or feeling like you've been used. I see you, in almost everything you do. You always have a calm demeanour, but always with something sexual about you that is hard to describe." She shrugged her shoulders defiantly. "You just have a way about you I guess, a way that I would like to be myself, maybe, but am tired of waiting for it. I'm tired of waiting to stumble across what it is that you seem to have." "Well Rose, you are young, you are pretty, and you do have a sexual presence. Honestly, you do," Miranda said as she slowly extended her hand to meet Rose's, clasping her hand gently, their eyes meeting. "I'm not so sure about that, Miranda." "Look at you now Rose. Any red blooded male would be attracted to you, lying there so seductively." Miranda smiled, aware of her own increasing arousal, her nipples pushing tight against her bustier, aware of her breathing becoming light, haphazard, erratic, as she looked, stared, at Rose. Miranda couldn't help but notice Rose's nipples exposed through the lace of her camisole as she lay on her bed. Slowly, Miranda let go of her hand, their eyes were locked, locked in a trance. Her hand seemed to be controlled by someone else, some other force; as her fingers touched the flesh of Rosie's upper arm, lightly drawing circles, caressing with the tips of her finger nails. Rose gasped, as did Miranda. Suddenly the events were changing and were about to cross a line. Miranda felt a cold shiver down her spine, but her fingers were drawn irreversibly to Rose, and her breasts that were clearly visible through the black and red lace of the camisole, allowing Miranda to see the nipples, becoming stiffer, the areola surrounding the aching nipples. Her hand reached for Miranda's as she giggled and moved it away from her breasts, and held it at a distance from her. Miranda smiled, before she let her hand escape Rose's gentle grasp, and returned to her flesh, drawing larger circles above her breasts, each circle pushing the silk away, until the strap was taut, the flesh of her breast further exposed. Their eyes were locked, Miranda's breathing was erratic. Miranda gasped, biting her own lip, as did Rose, but this time she allowed Miranda's hand to stay on her breast. Slowly, with the camisole being taught, Miranda's hand lightly caressed Rose through the silk, slowly though Miranda's hand moved upwards, till her palm was over her breast, feeling the nipple, the silk against her skin. The two, in silence stared into each other's gaze. The look of shock was evident on Rose's face. This time she allowed Miranda to continue. She did not move Miranda's hand, rather instead, she let out a soft sigh, as the silk of the camisole tightened against her breasts and she inhaled sharply in response to Miranda's touch. She found herself shocked by Miranda's boldness, but she also felt a desire, a need, for Miranda's touch. This time she did not want Miranda's hand to leave her breast. She craved the intimate contact, the closeness, the erotic feeling it produced. She suddenly realised that maybe Miranda was right, she has that 'look' but had not realised it till now. Miranda's hand continued to caress softly, and she saw, sensed, her nipple through the lace, and softly teased it. She rolled it gently between her thumb and forefinger; all the while watching Rose for her reactions softly but intently. Rose's eyes were still locked on Miranda's and she saw a soft shudder, the tell tale sign of a little squirm. But that squirm, Miranda sensed, was not from discomfort, but rather from what could only be from arousal. She felt Rosie's body respond. She felt the warmth fill her own sex. Rose moved her right hand up slowly to meet Miranda's hand that was cupping her breast, and without thinking, pressed her palm more firmly against herself, as if looking to find some comfort, or perhaps just some degree of reassurance from her. Perhaps it was just to assure Miranda, to make it clear that this is what she wanted as well? As Rose moved and sandwiched Miranda's hand, Miranda just smiled, wondering what would happen next, how far would they go? She realized that this was always a possibility but never really planned. She is my friend, my friends' eldest daughter. Her only real plan was to tell Rose what she had being doing was wrong, and to give Rose her own set, so that Rose would not have to rummage through Miranda's collection again. But, as the plan had developed, Miranda remembered her other feelings, wanting to see Rose in a silk set, possibly nude, possibly to sleep with Rose, that thought sending a shiver down her spine. Miranda's hand continued to caress Rosie's breast, feeling her flesh respond, the little gasp, barely audible escaping from Rosie's lips. This continued for several minutes, Rosie's response, if that what it was, was to sandwich Miranda's hand, palm to her breast with her left hand, hr right hand reaching up caressing Miranda's upper arm. Miranda considered whether she should say something, to ask something, but what is there to say, to ask? Rose has indicated her pleasure by her body's responses, her gasps, sighs. Miranda was also aware of how aroused she had become, since she saw Rose at the front door, and now here seductively laying on her bed. The sound of a deep determined sigh filled the room, before Miranda leant forward, lifting her lips to reach those of Rose, Softly lightly Miranda planted a solitary butterfly kiss on the Lips of Rose, before softly letting her tongue trace the outline of her lips, tasting the lipstick. The tip of her tongue did a couple of circles, before softly suckling on Rosie's lower lip tenderly. Rose gasped softly, opened her eyes, before closing them again, clutching Miranda's hand tighter to her breast. Miranda kissed Rose again, this time slowly using the tip of her tongue to part, to separate her lips. The kiss deepened, with Rose responding back, their tongue starting to dance the tango, as lips opened, tongues exposed, lips circling, and suckling lips. The kiss finally parted, as both inhaled deeply, the sound of their deep breaths filling the room. Rose slowly opened her eyes, aware of her breathing tight rapid. Aware of how her body is responding. Softly Rose smiles, releasing her grasp of Miranda's hand, and slowly reaches out or Miranda, lightly touching the silk of her bustier, softly caressing Miranda's breast. She looked slightly scared apprehensive, as she laid there. True, she realised she has never been kissed so softly tenderly before. The guys were brutal, in comparison, as they forced their lips into hers. But Miranda was soft gentle yet as passionate, possibly even more so? She shuddered as she thought her name. Miranda. Her body reacted as if hit by a shock of electricity; she had been kissed by a woman, a female. In fact she had responded, enjoyed the kissed, the feelings of arousal, feelings hitherto un-experienced with anyone before. Miranda, as she broke the kiss, looked down at Rose, as she laid there, softly gasping for air, her mind racing ahead, attempting to comprehend the sequence of events. Her intention had never been for this, had it? She was angry with Rose for violating her privacy, but also flattered that Rose would risk all to see her lingerie. She wanted to softly shame, embarrass Rose, before offering her, offering Rose her own set of lingerie. But at no time had she really thought this would happen. Her mind flashed back, to the days when she first courted Adrian, she has not kissed anyone with such passion, lust since those months. Rose had ignited something that had been smouldering inside her for a long time perhaps it was some primal need, the need to feel a woman. Her mind went back further in time, when she had been at university, exploring her sexuality. She would never cast herself as a slut, but she had slept with numerous lovers, male and female, but on the whole they were people she knew or at least had been aware off. She had never gone to a club, a meat market for sex. But those were long ago, when she was young and free. Now she is married, for the most part happy or at least contented, being the "good wife" that society had required of her until now. Suddenly the sequence of events had turned her world upside down. "Oh god" Rose mumbled, bringing both of them from their own thoughts. Rose opened her eyes as she smiled, looking up to Miranda. "I never knew kissing could be so erotic, arousing Miranda." Miranda smiled, and lent forward, down again, meeting Rose's lips with her own. Softly, she kissed, took her hand from Rose's breast, and cupped her soft cheek, caressing lightly, as again they kissed with a soft sensual kiss. The kiss was soft gentle, as Miranda took the lead, softly parting her lips with her own tongue, biting her lips, hr upper lift, her lower lip, her lips cupping Rose's. Finally, Miranda pulled away, gasping. Her bending forward had caused her discomfort in her lower back. Standing and stretching, she faced Rose on the bed. Rose smiled, offering Miranda her hand. She took it softly and squeezed "you are so very alluring, seductive in that set Rose." softly smiling. Her own hands reached for her side, clasping the fasteners of her skirt, easing the skirt past her hips onto the floor, the skirt pooling at her ankles; exposing her matching thong and her caesarean scar. Still somewhat shy of her scar, Miranda moved her hand to partly cover it, as she felt, saw Rose's eyes look her over, and smiled shyly. "No one has ever made me feel this, this...." Rose words dried up, as she thought, looking for the right descriptive. "Like What?" Miranda enquired her voice soft gentle soothing. Rose, thought, her lips went to move several times before she finally spoke. "Guess I have enjoyed my sexual encounters, not knowing better. But you Miranda seem to provoke something in me, something Ive not felt before, a sense of longing, a sense of desire. I guess the boys just want to go as far as I will allow as quickly as possible." Miranda nodded, and slowly reached behind her unclasping the eyelets of her bustier. Slowly she worked her way down, before being free, Miranda slid the arm straps down her shoulders, exposing her breasts to Rose, hearing her gasp. Miranda's breasts are full, being a generous B cup, or even a C cup. Her nipples were prominent, her skin flushed, indications of her arousal. Rose just stared. Feeling confident, Miranda reached for the waistband of the thong, slowly easing it past her hips, thighs, till it joined her skirt at her ankles. Miranda took a step forward, and knelt at Rose's feet. "Sit up please Rose." Slowly Rose sat up, pushing herself from the duvet, placing her hands onto Miranda's bare shoulders, her face showing signs of apprehension. "You're so pretty Rose." Miranda stated softly, as she caressed her thighs, meeting her gaze. She felt the goose pimples that were covering her flesh, not through being cold, but her apprehension. Softly lightly Miranda sought to relax Rose, as she made those little complements, her eyes barely moving from Rose's gaze. It had the desired effect, as Rose relaxed slowly. An Inquisitive Babysitter: The Discovery Miranda continued to caress, massage Rose's thighs, gradually moving upwards, till finally she reached the hem of the silk camisole. Slowly, she started to lift the hem of the camisole upwards. Instinctively, Rose lifted her arms above her head, allowing Miranda to remove the camisole, exposing her breasts totally to Miranda. "They are lovely Rose", as her fingers reached, touched the soft cool flesh, feeling the silky sensation of her young skin. Lightly, with both hands, Miranda knelt, reaching up as she just caressed, running her finger tips over her flesh, her areola, hearing Rose, gasp, her breathing becoming shorter, rapid. How long this lasted for neither could remember, but Miranda felt Rose press her breasts firmly into Miranda's caress. Slowly Miranda's finger, thumbs reached for her nipples, ad started to roll them through her thumb, fore finger, making Rose Gasp loudly, the final throws of the gasp swallowed by Miranda as she leant forward, kissing Rose. However, this kiss was less soft as Miranda's lust, passion, primal need took over. Miranda wanted to pleasure Rose. She wanted to feel her young form on her lips, her tongue. She wanted to hear Rose cry out with passion. Breathless, Miranda broke the kiss, panting, gently pushing Rose back onto her back. Starting from her lips, slowly Miranda moved, reaching for her chin, her jaw line, covering Rose with soft kisses. Taking her time, Miranda wanted to worship Rose, wanted to cover every inch of her form with soft kisses, moving from her chin, down to her neck, her shoulders, feeling Rose's fingers softly caress, stroke her hair. Finally she reached her breasts, firstly taking in her right breast. Miranda kissed, licked suckled on Rose's breasts, nipples each in turn. Rose just gasped, sighed deeply, calling out Miranda's name, as she felt her body respond to the totally new experience, her body immersed in pleasure. Every now and then, Miranda would stop, as she regained her own breath, meeting Rose's gaze, smiling softly. Finally, her breasts were left behind as Miranda continued to move, to explore the younger body that lay before her, reaching her navel. Softly, she kissed her navel, pushing in her tongue, making Rose giggle, squeal. Her eyes closed, Rose suddenly felt her thighs part, the soft touch of fingers pushing apart her thighs. "Oh god Oh fuck" Rose stammered, as Miranda, slowly ran her tongue over the silk thong, tasting her arousal, inhaling her arousal. She felt the tongue run along her slit, feeling the silk pushed past her labia, feeling Miranda's gentle breath on her thighs. Slowly, Miranda reached for the waistband of the thong, slowly tugging it down. Without hesitation, a second pause, Rose lifted her hips, to allow Miranda to remove the thong, now sodden with her arousal. With her exposed, Miranda stopped, to take in the picture, the matted hairs, the glistening labia, the folds, the petals softly moving as her body responded, her breaths short gasping. Miranda leant in, using her fingers to expose her clit from its protective hood, softly licking, sucking. Rose jumped gasped, cried out with pain, with pleasure. Taking her time, Miranda continued to lick, kiss, suckle, her fingers lightly caressing her thighs as she pushed her thighs apart. Slowly she continued her trip of exploration, as she moved down her left labia lightly kissing, sucking, and nibbling her labia. Reaching her rosebud, slowly Miranda moved back up along the opposite labia before completing the circle. Rose just gasped, moaned, her body shuddering with the new sensations. Finally, her tongue parted her labia, seeking the inside, tasting the thick cream, licking. Pushing in as far as she could, Miranda softly explored her fanny, wanting to pleasure Rose, knowing from her breathing, she was close. Returning to her clitoris, Miranda continued kissing suckling, softly pressing down onto the bone, trapping her clit. Suddenly with a loud yelp, Rose cried out, gasping, breathless, as Rose reached her orgasm. Without a second thought, Miranda continued, kissing biting trapping her clit, but also she inserted a finger inside. Curved upwards, she was seeking her delicate spot, and instinctively found it, as she lightly massaged caressed her G spot. Rose climaxed again loudly, wanting, begging to be held. Miranda moved up, and laying on top, she hugged Rose tightly covering her crying face with kisses. Her breasts were tight against Rose's, as was her pelvis, her pussy pressed tightly against Rose's. Softly Miranda started to make small gyrations, soft delicate movements, knowing her own orgasm was close. ********* Softly, as they both relaxed in their own afterglows, Rose's head nested on Miranda's shoulders, the two girls dozed, exhausted by the events of the early afternoon. Authors Note: This story is based on partly a fantasy of mine but also a fantasy of another's. Her fantasy involved a niece or the daughter of a friend whom she knew. My fantasy is similar although I always imagined a the person being a stranger. Once I stayed in a hotel for a couple of days, and I became convinced, even paranoid that the chamber maid had rummaged through my collection. However with the chambermaid featuring so strongly in the "infatuation" I decided to use the idea of a baby sitter. I hope you have enjoyed this story and I hope you will express your thanks by voting. One final note is that I would like to thank Sarah, Tina and Don who have all helped to tweak this story and helped to look out for obvious errors on my behalf. Without you, this story would not have been finished. Miranda June 08