Part 1
 
It was a Friday night and I had agreed to watch the teenage daughters of a
 friend of mine. Sheila and her husband were going away and she wanted me to
 stay with Tracy and Lisa. They were both home from college, way too old for a
 sitter, but Sheila was worried about leaving them for very long. Like a good
 friend, I agreed to leave my family and spend the weekend with them. I fully
 expected to spend the weekend watching television and reading, bored out of my
 mind.

     We had just finished cleaning up after a nice supper and were watching
 television when, out of the blue, Tracy asked if I wanted a cup of tea. I said
 sure and offered to fix some for all three of us. Both of them quickly stood
 up and shouted that I should stay put and they would be happy to make  it. I
 thought they were acting funny but soon became engrossed in the movie and
 forgot the whole thing.

     When the tea came, I tasted it. "Mmmx! This tastes great! What kind is
 it?" I asked, as I took a bigger sip.

     The girls giggled. "Oh, some eastern blend Mom had," replied Tracy. 

     Within five minutes I had that cup gone and asked for another. The girls
 quickly made it and I drank it too. I was starting to feel strange, like time
 was slowing down, but just assumed I was tired. 

     The next hour or so was somewhat hazy. I noticed both girls on the phone a
 lot, but really did not think it was a problem. Then they both came in and sat
 down beside me.

     "Ok, Mrs. Hopkins. It's time to get ready for the party," said Lisa.

     "What party?"

     "You remember. The party we are throwing tonight. Mom hired you to help,"
 said Tracy.

     "She did? I thought I was baby-sitting."

     Lisa giggled. "Do we look like babies? She hired you to work for us."

     "I guess I must have gotten the wrong idea, but it's probably my fault," I
 said. "What do I need to do?"

     "Well, first you need to get into your clothes," said Tracy.

     "What's wrong with what I have on?" I asked dully.

     "If you are going to work for us, you have to wear the uniform Mom got
 you. She insisted and you agreed when she told you about it. You know how she
 likes people to think we're rich."

     "All right," I said. "If I said I will, then I will." I did not remember
 promising Sheila, but I must have. Knowing Sheila, it was very possible she
 wanted me to wear a uniform.

     Tracy led me into Sheila's bedroom. Laid out on the bed was a very skimpy
 maid's uniform. It was low-cut and had a short skirt. Next to it were black
 stockings, a red garter belt and high heels. It did not look like anything
 Sheila would make me wear. It looked more like something she had bought for
 the bedroom.

     I said exactly that to Tracy, but she insisted I had seen the outfit and
 agreed to take the job, so I got undressed. Lisa brought me more tea that I
 drank down. By now I was so out of it I did not even notice they had me get
 dressed without my bra and panties.

     When I finished dressing, I looked myself over in Sheila's full length
 mirror. The high heels added several inches to my 5'4" frame and also
 tightened my calves and accentuated my full bottom. The dress, a very sexy red
 and black mini with a plunging neckline, pushed my ample breasts up and out.
 Although I have always tried to watch my weight, I had put on some extra
 pounds in the last few years and I was really too plump for this sort of
 outfit. There certainly was a lot of skin showing, both at the top and at the
 bottom.

     Tracy brushed out my shoulder length brown hair. She insisted I needed to
 redo my makeup, including ruby red lip gloss. I asked why I needed to get so
 dolled up but the girls just said they wanted me to look nice. every time I
 asked a question they gave me more tea.

     I was just finishing up when the doorbell rang. "Can you get that,
 please?" asked Lisa. As I walked down the hall my boobs jiggled from the
 effects of my high heels. The dress was so low cut I had a mile of cleavage
 showing and as I looked down I could see part of a nipple peeking out. I
 tucked it back in but it was so close to the edge of my bodice I knew it would
 not take much for it to pop out again.

     As I opened the door three teenage couples poured in. The guys all hooted
 at my outfit as they went past. I blushed and hurried into the kitchen where
 Tracy explained that I was to answer the door and keep the beer glasses and
 snack tray full. For the next hour I was kept hopping as everyone arrived.
 There were lots of couples, but also several unattached guys and girls. By the
 time everyone was there the house was packed. The party was wild and everyone
 was soon half-drunk.

     As I worked my way back and forth through the crowd the boys would comment
 on my outfit and rub up against me. They would ogle my exposed cleavage and
 several times they could see the edges of my nipples before I noticed and
 tucked them back in. Their remarks were usually pretty graphic, describing my
 body and how much of it was exposed. I was still so befuddled it did not occur
 to me to protest their crude suggestions.

     Somebody spilled some beer on the carpet and Tracy called to me to come
 clean it up. Without thinking, I got down on my hands and knees and started to
 scrub the stain. I heard two girls behind me gasp, then start to giggle, and I
 realized my dress had ridden up so high they could see my pussy. I started to
 get up but Tracy said to keep scrubbing before the carpet got stained, so I
 did.

     The girls called some boys over to see and they started laughing as they
 stared at my exposed ass and pussy. I turned scarlet but pretended I didn't
 know what was going on; I hurriedly cleaned the spill and retreated to the
 kitchen. As I was leaving I heard one of the boys tell the other two he would
 like to make me suck his cock until it was rock hard, then fuck my 'big hairy
 pussy' until I couldn't walk. He told them they could have 'sloppy seconds'
 after he was finished fucking me silly.

     When I got into the kitchen I sat down. I looked down at my hands and
 realized I was shaking. Something seemed very wrong; I was sure I should not
 be here, dressed like this, letting young men I didn't even know make crude
 sexual remarks to me. Unfortunately my mind was so fogged up I was unsure of
 exactly why it was wrong, so I just sat there trying to figure it out.

     Lisa came in and saw me sitting there. "What's the matter? Why do you look
 so upset?" I told her what had happened and what I had heard. "Oh, Mrs.
 Hopkins, I'm sure he thought he was paying you a compliment! You know how guys
 are; that's just how they talk to each other. You should be flattered. Lots of
 women would love to have someone flirt with them like that."

     It had not sounded much like flirting, but I knew Lisa was a nice girl so
 I believed her. If she said it, I was sure it was true. I was in no condition
 to argue.

     Lisa fixed a new pot of that delicious tea and put it on the table beside
 me.

     "Listen, Mrs. Hopkins. I need to go back in to the party, but we're all
 set for food and punch for right now. We don't really need any more help from
 you until later. Why don't you take a break and stay out here for a bit? No
 one will bother you and I'll call you if we need anything. You just relax,
 ok?"

     I nodded, so she left me to my thoughts and my tea.

     I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew I had my head resting
 on my arms and Tracy was gently shaking me awake. I groggily looked around and
 tried to focus on what she was saying to me.

     "Mrs. Hopkins, we have a problem," said Tracy. "We ran out of beer and no
 one has enough money for more. Is there any way you could charge it on your
 credit card and we'll pay you back next week?"

     I nodded. "Sure, Tracy. I know you'll pay me. It must be in my purse." I
 laid my head back down.

     She shook me again. "Come on, Mrs. Hopkins. You need to wake up. You know
 we can't use your cards. You have to go with the guys to buy the beer."

     I still did not move so Tracy and another girl stood me up and gently led
 me out to a waiting car. There were two guys in the front seat and one in the
 back. "These guys will pick it out and carry it for you," Tracy said. "All you
 have to do is pay for it. Thanks!"

     Just before the door of the car closed another guy slid in beside me,
 pushing me into the middle. I looked over at him and realized it was the boy
 who had been so graphic when I was cleaning up the spill. He smiled at me and
 said hello, so I decided maybe Lisa had been right all along about him being
 nice and I smiled back at him. The other three boys also greeted me and we
 pulled out.

     As soon as we got going one of the boys produced a small flask of liquor
 and passed it around. When it came to me I said no thanks. The driver looked
 in the rear-view mirror and asked me if I was a prude.

     "No, I'm not a prude. I just don't want a drink right now. Thanks anyway."

     "I don't know, Mrs. Hopkins. I always heard you were pretty straight. I
 just never realized how straight you really are. You don't even drink?"

     "Of course I drink, when I want to. I'm not a prude."

     The boy beside me handed me the flask. "Prove it."

     Fine, I'd show them I was not a prude. I took a small swig and gasped as
 the liquor burned its way down my throat. They said it was just a sip so I
 took a bigger drink. The boys chuckled then and started passing the flask
 around again. It seemed to constantly be in my hand, with someone urging me to
 take a drink. I wanted them to like me and not think I was a prude, so I drank
 when they urged me to. Combined with my already dazed state, my head was soon
 spinning.

     Dave, one of the boys beside me, started asking me questions about my
 early years. "So, Mrs. Hopkins, have you always been pretty conservative, or
 were you a little wilder when you were younger?"

     "I'm not conservative. I'm the same now as I have always been. I like
 having fun as much as the next person."

     "Did you date much when you were a teenager?" asked Brian, the driver.
 "Were you pretty popular?"

     "I guess I was popular, but I didn't go on very many dates. My parents
 didn't let me. They didn't want me to get a 'reputation'."

     "Were you attractive? Maybe you just didn't get asked much," said Jack,
 from my other side.

     "When you did go out, did you enjoy the sex? Did you look forward to it?"
 asked Dave.

     "I never had sex on a date," I answered proudly. The boys looked
 horrified.

     "Never?" gasped Bob. "Didn't anyone even try to feel you up or anything?"

     "No. They were always perfect gentleman." I thought they would be
 impressed with my chastity. Instead, they saw it as a drawback.

     "Maybe they weren't being gentlemen," said Dave. "Maybe they thought you
 were too ugly to fuck."

     The shock of having Dave suggest I was ugly kept me from protesting his
 vulgar language. "I looked just like I do now, only younger. Am I ugly now?" I
 replied.

     "You don't look too bad, just a little plump. It's hard to tell in the
 car, though. Let's get a good look at you, and we'll all decide if we would
 have asked you out," said Dave. "How does that sound?"

     I smiled nervously. "OK. That sounds like a good idea." I wanted them to
 like me. I hoped I looked attractive to them.

     Brian twisted his mirror and the three boys riding turned toward me. I
 looked down at myself. My dress had ridden above my stocking tops, displaying
 my pale thighs in the dim illumination from passing street lights. My breasts
 were pushing out of my top and a long line of cleavage was showing. I blushed
 as I realized that the edge of one nipple was peeking out of my top, but I
 didn't want to push it back while they were looking at me. They would have
 been sure I was a prude then.

     They looked me up and down for a very long moment. Bob was the first to
 speak. "I think you look pretty good," he said. "I think I might have asked
 you out if you were my age. I just can't figure out why nobody ever got
 friendly with you on a date. Is there something wrong with your body or
 something?" 

     I shook my head. I was beginning to feel like maybe there was something
 about me that wasn't sexy. I took another gulp from the flask.

     Jack spoke up. "Has anyone ever seen your boobs? Did you ever show them to
 a guy on a date? Maybe they are ugly and word got around."

     "Just my doctor and my husband, after we were married." Maybe I was
 undesirable, after all. I felt like I was going to cry.

     "I got an idea," said Dave. "Why don't you show them to us and we'll let
 you know what we think."

     "I don't knowx I d-don't think I should do that," I stammered. I wanted
 them to like me, but showing my breasts to them seemed wrong.

     "Hey, no problem," said Jack. "We were just trying to help you out. It's
 your call. Say, did you guys see Katie tonight? That girl looked hot!"

     The boys immediately started discussing Katie and several other girls from
 the party. I felt lonely and ignored. After another drink I took a deep breath
 and turned to Jack.

     "I guess I've changed my mind. I would like to show you my boobs. If I let
 you guys see them, do you promise not to tell anyone?" They looked at each
 other, then nodded their assent.

     My hands shook as I reached up and took hold of the bodice of my dress. I
 hesitated for a few seconds, settling my nerves, then pulled it down and
 tucked it under my breasts. My nipples immediately stiffened in the cool night
 air. I waited with bated breath, hoping the guys liked what they saw. My face
 grew warm and I felt like I was in another world. No one spoke for what seemed
 like an eternity.

     Finally, Bob smiled at me. "I think you have very nice tits, Mrs. Hopkins.
 They sure are big enough. You have every right to be proud of them. You are a
 very sexy lady."

     I smiled and relaxed. I knew I was plump, but I had always thought my
 boobs were too big and fleshy. They thought I was sexy!

     I was so happy they liked my breasts, I barely heard Bob ask Jack if they
 were firm. Before I could react he reached out and cupped one of them. I
 gasped as I felt his warm hand squeeze my cool flesh but said nothing. His
 fingers found my nipple and it jumped under his caress. As I tried to decide
 whether or not I should protest, Dave did the same thing with my other boob. I
 wasn't sure if I should let them touch me, but it certainly felt nice, so what
 harm could there be in it? I looked down. I could see my dark nipples being
 squeezed by their strong fingers and I felt myself getting wet.

     "For being such big tits, they're nice and firm," Jack told Bob. "Her
 nipples are very sensitive, too. They're rock hard. I think she likes it.
 Let's take a look at that pussy you were telling us about, Dave!"

     Jack and Dave each grasped one of my legs and pulled it over onto their
 laps. My dress pushed up almost to my waist and I was spread wide open,
 without any panties on! I tried to pull my legs closed but I was no match for
 them, so I gave up struggling.

     "It's ok, Mrs. Hopkins. We just wanted to see what you look like. We think
 you're very pretty and sexy, don't we guys?" Bob said. They all murmured their
 assent. "You have a very beautiful pussy."

     Bob reached back from the front seat and softly rubbed my knee. Jack and
 Dave kept kneading my breasts as they stared at my pussy. Their other hands
 were holding my legs apart, and they began stroking up and down along my
 stockings. Each pass their hands traveled a little higher and they were soon 
 caressing my naked thighs. Bob kept telling me how pretty and sexy I looked. I 
 laid my head on the back of the seat and closed my eyes, trying to calm my thudding 
 heart.
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Continued in part two
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