Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 15

"A book", I replied very quietly.

"A book?" she asked incredulously, her voice raised a bit. "What book teaches you to say things like that?"

I waited a little bit until I could see she was just about to speak and answered, "Can't tell, It's a secret."

"A secret? Why?" she demanded.

"I'm sorry Sylvia, but just can't say." looked at her with real anguish in my eyes and her visage softened somewhat.

"You will tell me someday." It was a statement and not a question. I slowly nodded in agreement.

"Good", she said, more softly now, her eyes losing the flash of anger and retuming to their normal state. I need to stretch my legs, and I need to get something from my place. I'll only be a minute, there's some juice in the fridge if you want." Putting action to words she unlocked the door, opened it, stepped through and closed it behind her.

As I walked into the kitchen and over to the fridge I could hear keys turning in the lock of the door to the Marks' apartment. I opened the fridge and got the juice, giving it a good shake while looking through the cupboards for a suitable glass. Finding one, I filled the glass and put the juice back in the fridge where I had found it. After a moment's thought, I got the juice and filled up a cup for Sylvia. I had just finished closing the fridge door when I heard the door open again.

"I got you some juice too, in case you wanted some that is."

She looked at the juice with a blank look for a moment then looked to me and said, "Thank you, that was nice of you"

"I always try to be nice to a lady".

Whereas she had not blushed when I had so extraordinarily complimented her before, she did now. Her face and hair were nearly the same colour.

"A lady? A lady you say?" she asked brightly as she walked over to the counter and took the cup of juice and drank from it. took the opportunity to drink some juice too. I was actually quite thirsty and starting to feel quite warm. As I finished the juice, I rinsed the glass under warm water then left it standing upside down in the sink.

Sylvia took much longer to drink her juice. She did not put the glass down as she slowly drank her juice. She was still watching my face as she finally emptied the glass, rinsing it and standing upside down next to the cup I had used.

Chapter 5: Getting to know the babysitter a bit better.

Not pressing for the moment her question about being a lady she said, "Let's watch some TV for a while. I'm sure you are probably tired of English by now". She gently grasped my hand and led me back to the couch.

"Yes... something more interesting than a text-book to look at would really be very nice."

She turned her head and gave me an odd look, then turned it back around again. There had been nothing but sincerity in the tone of my voice or on the look of my face.

As we got to the couch she sat me down at the end of it and then sat down very, very close to me. She still held one of my hands in hers. She looked at the TV screen for less than a minute before speaking to me.

"Do you want me to turn up the sound?" she asked quietly.

"No, I like listening to you. Even when you're not speaking you sound good."

She turned her head away as a blush started up her face. "Let's just sit nicely like this for a bit, okay?"

"Sure, whatever you like", I answered, the sincerity in my voice was readily apparent to her as she suddenly scooched even closer to me. She turned so that she was leaning against me and asked me, "Could you rub my shoulders a bit? They are actually quite sore from leaning over and holding that textbook."

"I would be happy to", I answered truthfully. I turned as far as I could so I could more easily reach her shoulders. I sat up straighter up as my hands descended to her shoulders. The first order of business was to part her hair and put it on the front of her shoulders.

Her hair was so soft! I was amazed hair could be that soft. It was almost velvety to the touch. I found myself feeling the coils in her hair, gently lifting them and letting them fall down as I caressed the amazing texture in my fingers.

I leaned my head up to hers and whispered in her ear, "Your hair is softer than rabbit's fur. I could run my fingers through it all day and all night."

"I'm glad you like it, and having you touch it so appreciatively is a really nice feeling... but... what I really, really want is a shoulder massage." she whispered back, the desire clear in her voice.

I released my fingers from her hair and gently laid them on her shoulders. She sighed very softly as my hands made contact with her blouse. It was made of very thin silky feeling material and I could easily feel the contours of her shoulders. They felt very pliable under the material of the blouse.

I slowly and gently began to massage her shoulders, taking care not to press anywhere with too much force. After a while, she sighed and leaned back a bit more.

"That feels very nice. Very nice indeed."

My fingers and thumbs could now feel every bone, every tendon, as well as the cartilage and flesh of her shoulders. It was as if the blouse has ceased to exist as my hands continued to work their way around her shoulders, taking care around her bra straps. She sighed a purely luxurious and contented sigh and leaned back even more on me.

"I'm also feeling a bit tense along the front of my shoulders, and all around my neck. Do you think you could help out there as well?"

Her voice was so quiet as to be almost unintelligible.

"Whatever you ask, I will be happy to oblige you", I replied in my quietest voice.

"Whatever ask?" she asked, Impossibly quieter than before.

I moved my head until my lips were nearly touching her ear and whispered nearly silently into it, "Yes... whatever you ask".

"And will you stop whenever I ask you to?", she asked, her voice still quiet but pitched to make sure there would be no question that I had heard her properly.

I whispered again into her ear, "Of course. I would never do anything that would displease a lady."

"A lady....", she breathed out quietly. "I think I'd quite like being treated like a lady."

I could feel her entire upper torso relax slowly but surely until she was as lax as a person could be without falling over. My hands found easy purchase along the base of her neck as I resumed her desired wishes. The bare flesh of her neck as slipped my hands under the collar of her blouse was almost hot to the touch, I was also feeling hotter as well. I desperately wished for a cool breeze, but none appeared forthcoming.

As I worked along her neck I could actually feel a couple of knots and worked carefully at relaxing them.

"Hmm... that feels much better. Much, much better" she purred.

This girl had no problem speaking what was on her mind as she spoke again, "down.... more..

I knew that to go any lower was to risk running up against the top her bra. So I massaged everywhere I could while keeping clear of that area..

"Down... more...please..."

It was readily apparent at that point in time what she was asking for. But her blouse would not provide the freedom of motion needed to accomplish it. I thought furiously about how to do what she wanted without doing something she might not want.

"I can only do that if you make room for my hands", I said carefully

"You do it... I am too relaxed for the effort required." Her voice certainly sounded relaxed (and just a tiny bit seductive?) as she said it.

I'm sure the temperature in the room must have jumped by 10 degrees right then... it certainly felt that way to me... I was being asked by a beautiful woman to massage her breasts and to remove any impeding clothing that may be in the way.

"All right, I'll do as you ask... but only what you ask." I wanted to be clear with her that I wasn't doing anything she didn't want me too.

"I know. I know you'll do only as I ask, and that you'll stop if I ask you too.

"That's right, I will."