Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 �>�ENF Stories

   These are stories that were emailed to me as part of a group I belong to
on Yahoo.  I enjoyed the stories and thought I would share them.

   The first one is a baby sitting story:

   Hello, I'm new here.  Love the group.  I thought maybe I'd share my
story of being humiliated while babysitting young boys.

   It's happened to me twice, the first one is more appropriate for the
group so I'll tell that one, the second not so much...

   this story goes back to how i got into having near constant fantasies
about being stripped in front of boys I'm charge of to begin with.  it
started with a babysitting job i had my first summer out of college.  my
neighbor had a young son that needed to be watched a lot over the summer
for weekends at a time.  I didn't have a job that summer and was living
with my parents so i was happy to help.  little did i know it would change
my sexual fantasies for ever.

   The boy would always have his two friends over when i would be there,
for the sole reason being to ogle me.  i knew i was in these teenage boys
sexual perverted thoughts all the time when they would jerk off imagining
themselves doing things to their sexy babysitter, and i guess i didn't mind
it, i did like to tease them a bit which i know was cruel.  they had a pool
and of course i would get in my bikini's that would show off my breasts to
these boys who have probably never seen a more erotic scene in their lives
than my body in a bikini...

   anyway, one day, a fateful day, i took a swim and then decided to take a
shower.  there was only one boy, the boy i babysit, at the house then.  and
when i went upstairs i saw they were playing video games.  what i didn't
know is that the boy had one of his friends over that i did not see and
they had decided to play a gag on me.  when i came out of the shower i was
changing in the guest room when i heard the boy yell out for me to come
quick, i thought something was wrong so i grabbed my towel and wrapped it
around me quickly and ran out, i saw the boy on the stairs and he was
looking at my dripping wet towel clad body wide eyed.

   anyway, i'm looking at him and i say "what?" when his friends creeps up
behind me.  but instead of just scaring me, like they had planned, he just
rips my towel away from me leaving me completely naked in front them.  i'm
so shocked and i try desperately to cover myself and finally turn to run
back in the bedroom.  i stay there for a while and finally decide to come
down stairs where its only tommy there.  he apologizes and pleads with me
to believe him that he had no idea his friend was going to do that.  i'm ok
with it then we move on from there.  but i ended up getting so turned on by
the thougth of being stripped naked in front the boy i babysit.

   so that started to get me thinking crazy thoughts, what if they took it
further then just taking my towel?  what if they blocked my escape?  what
if they tied me up?  how humiliated would i be if were tied up with my
hands above my head completely naked in front of the boys i was supposed to
be in charge of.  and what if they called the other boys from the
neighborhood over who all have crushes on me and would kill to see me
naked...

   i felt humiliated, and i realized that humiliation turned me on.  and
the reason it was so humiliating was because of the age difference and me
being in a position of authority.  so the rest of the summer i would get
off on thinking about being forcibly stripped in front of those boys and
how humiliating it would be.  i would even sometimes change in the bedroom
and leave the door slightly ajar thinking they would be spying on me.

   I'm 29 years old, that happened 2 years ago.  The second time was over
this past summer.  But since then I'm always looking for babysitter related
stories or anything related to my experience.



   Unfortunatly she didn't post what happened the second time.





   Here's the second story I received:

   When I was about 12 I had a good friend with a 17 year old sister whom I
always fantasized about.  I would hang out at my buddy -(TM)s house mostly
so I could ogle her every chance I got.  They had a split level house. 
Upstairs was the main part of the house.  His parents stayed upstairs and
seldom ventured down into the basement where we always hung out.

   My buddy -(TM)s sister -(TM)s bedroom was at one end of the basement. 
As you walk out her door on the left was a large open area where they had
their pool table, couch, TV and a patio door out to the pool.  In the
corner opposite her bedroom was the downstairs bathroom.

   So many times I would be at his house and his sister would walk through
basement in a bikini, wrapped in a towel, wearing pajamas with very thin
material or sometimes just a t-shirt.  The t-shirt would drive me insane
because her nipples would peak through the material.  Her t-shirts were
very short but her panties would never seem to show which made me wonder if
she wore them at all.  At the time I didn -(TM)t know what a tease was but
that -(TM)s exactly what she was doing to me.

   One summer afternoon were in their pool when she came in her tiny string
bikini.  She was tall with small breast that fit her slender body
perfectly. Her best friend was with her.  The both acted like they were
annoyed that her little brother and his two buddies were there.  The five
of us started our typical banter which quickly escalated from us three boys
splashing water on the two girls as they tried to layout in the sun to the
girls chasing us around the pool trying to push us in.  I really enjoyed
getting them to chase me because they would be lying on their stomach with
their top untied.  When they jumped up to chase they would hold one hand
across their chest to press their bikini top to their boobs.  This always
provided a provocative glimpse of the un-tanned portion of the side of
their boobs.  That was a big deal to 12 year old boys.

   This is where things got really fun.  My fantasy girl eventually caught
me and was wrestling me using only one arm.  The other was occupied with
holding her top on.  I grabbed her arm and pulled her into the pool with
me. When she surfaced I was disappointed that she was still holding her
top. She was telling me what a pain in the ass I was as she paddled to the
ladder.  When she grabbed the ladder with her free hand I grabbed her wrist
and pulled it through the back of the ladder rail.  That pinned her against
the ladder.  Since her other arm continued to be occupied by her bikini
top, she couldn -(TM)t effectively struggle free.

   She demanded that I let her loose and I told her I would only do so
after she announced to everyone there that she was sorry about calling me a
stupid little brat.  She stubbornly refused until I threaten to yank down
her bikini bottoms.  Her friend thought her situation was funny and she
didn -(TM)t even try to help.  In fact, she cheered me on as did my other
buddy.  Her brother wasn -(TM)t sure what to do so he didn -(TM)t do
anything.

   When she refused to apologize, I still did not have the nerve to yank
her bottoms down.  My buddy swam over as I held her and tied the strings of
her bikini top in very tight knots to the ladder railing.  I let go of her
free arm but she still couldn -(TM)t move because the knots we so tight she
needed both hands to untie them.  Since she wasn -(TM)t willing to release
her bikini top, she was stuck.  She started demanding that her friend come
untie her but her friend thought her situation funny and suggested that she
better apologize to me.  Now you would think that a girl in such a
situation would just apologize but she just refused to do so.  That -(TM)s
when her friend told me that I should just go ahead and yank down her
bikini bottoms.  She continued to pretend she had some authority over the
rest of us when, in a matter of fact sort of way, she declared that we had
better not or else.

   That started a chorus of  -�do it!...do it!...do it! -� So I dove under
the water, carefully avoided her kicking legs and peeled her bikini bottom
down her long, slender and well tanned legs.  Because that was the first
time I saw a live girl naked from the waist down, I remember it like it was
yesterday.  The contrast between her tanned and un-tanned region was
dramatic.  I surfaced holding my trophy above my head.  She was screaming
at me to give her tiny bikini bottoms back.  Everyone else was laughing
hysterically.  I threw her bottoms out of the pool and across to the other
side.

   Her  -�friend -� then suggested that we pull her out of the water. 
However, before we could get the nerve up to do so, the sister must have
realized she didn -(TM)t want to be pulled naked out of the pool so she
released her bikini top, quickly scrambled up the ladder and streaked
around the pool through the patio door straight to the bathroom. 
Unfortunately for her she had taken the towels out of the bathroom to use
by the pool.  Although her situation had improved, she was trapped in the
bathroom naked and still at our mercy.  If she wanted someone to bring her
a towel, she was going to have to get one of us to bring it.

   The four of us hovered around the pool table just outside the bathroom
door.  Through the door she began negotiating with us trying to convince us
to hand her a towel.  We just told her that a towel was sitting across the
back of the couch and all she had to do was come out and get it.  I doubt
anyone actually believed she would  -" I certainly never expected it.  But
eventually, out she popped, covering herself with her hands and racing to
grab the towel.  She wrapped it around her body then ran to her bedroom the
entire time swearing revenge on us all  -" especially her friend.

   The odd thing was, she could have easily waited probably 20 minutes or
at least no more than an hour and her parents would have been home.  We
wouldn -(TM)t have dared let her parents hear her yelling at us to give her
a towel.  The other odd thing was that it would have been a direct sprint
from the bathroom to her bedroom.  Instead, she chose to run directly past
us, around the pool table to the couch in the corner in order to grab the
towel and then wrap it around her naked body.

   Now you might think that is the end of the story --.it isn -(TM)t!

   The reason she reminded me of you is that after this incident, it seemed
like she was always wrapped in that towel or taking a shower while we hung
out downstairs.  This would send my hormones into overdrive and I no longer
had control over my actions.  About a week after the pool incident, after
seeing her parade around in her towel half a dozen times or more, I got up
the nerve, with the encouragement of my other buddy, to sneak into the
bathroom and steal her towel off the rack.  The shower curtain was clear
but the condensation made her image a little blurry.  When she saw me in
the bathroom she quickly covered up and yelled at me to get out.  When she
got out of the shower and noticed the towel missing, awkwardly moved to
close the bathroom door while attempting to shield her body with her hands.
Then she cracked the door enough so she could look at me leaning against
the pool table holding her towel.  I tried to bargain with her to come out
and get it but the best I could do was to get her to show me a side view of
her body with the best parts carefully concealed by the door or her hands.
This type of teasing just drove me crazy!  It always left me with a passion
to make her show me more.

   When I took her towel she never seemed overly angry but more playful. 
This surprised me.  I also wondered why she did not simply lock the
bathroom door.

   One hot afternoon I had just finished a little league baseball game and
went straight to her house to cool off in the pool.  Her brother -(TM)s
game was not over so he was not home yet.  When I got there I went into the
bathroom to change into my trunks.  When I came out, there was his sister
standing outside the door in her towel.  Now you would think that if we
were the only two there and I had already twice snuck in and took her towel
that she would at least lock the door  -" she didn -(TM)t!  So I waited
until I was sure she was in the shower, opened the door, walked in and took
her towel.  This time, as I was sneaking back out something came over me
and I turned, went back in and yanked the shower curtain open.  She
screamed and looked at be wide-eyed like she couldn -(TM)t believe I had
done that.

   I quickly back peddled out of the bathroom.  She leaped out of the
shower yelling at me that she was going to kick my ass.  My heart was
beating so hard and I just didn -(TM)t have enough maturity to realize that
I actually wanted her to catch me.  Thinking back, I would have loved to
have gotten my ass kicked by a naked goddess.  Damn that was so stupid of
me not to let her catch me.  Instead, she pursued me in her birthday suit
around the pool table and couch a couple of times before I escaped out the
patio door.

   Over the years I've heard many stories like yours which may explain why
she seemed to always be in a situation for me to see her naked.  I think
she enjoyed it almost as much as I did.



   Where were girls like that when I was growing up???