We Put the Baby in Sitter 3 (2 page)

Then Kevin smoothed the oil over her back. “Won’t this make you burn?” he asked.

“Only if I stay out too long.  Coconut oil has an SPF of four to six, all on its own.  Since I don’t burn that easily, and I don’t stay in the sun too long, it’s fine.  How do you think I got this golden tan?”  She rolled on her side, showing off the light golden tan...with no tan lines to mar the perfection of her breasts.

She lay flat again, and Kevin continued rubbing.  His hard-on pressed against his swimsuit, tenting the thin fabric easily.  His hands stroked up and down her body slowly, edging lower and lower toward her ass.  I could see his chest heaving with restrained desire.  Soon his hand dipped lower, smoothing over her round ass, cupping one cheek and squeezing before he pushed his fingers between her legs, rubbing in and out between her thighs.

A sigh of pleasure escaped her lips, and she turned her head toward me, resting it on one arm.  Her eyelids were heavy with her own desire, and her lips curved into a smile as our eyes locked.  I knew she was turned on as I watched my husband fondling her, and she reveled in it.

Her breath caught, and I knew he’d moved a finger below the bikini and into her folds.  I imagined how wet they would be as his finger stroked over her slit.

God, I just wanted him to strip those bottoms off her and fuck her right there on the beach.  I almost told him to do it.  Almost.  I came so close.  My own arousal had me desperate to touch myself, and to watch him touch her, fondle her, fuck her, right out where everyone could see.

But I stopped myself just in time. “Kevin... Charlotte’s bikini looks a little crooked.  I think she should go up to the cabana and straighten it out.  And maybe you should help her.  You know...just to make sure.”  I gave him a sly smile.

Charlotte sat up eagerly, one arm covering her breasts.  She glanced around to make sure there were no passersby, then grabbed her bikini top and hustled up the path toward our cabana.  Kevin tried being discrete, standing up and adjusting himself before following her at a rapid stroll.

I laughed, watching him saunter, double-time, toward the cabana.

It wasn’t a cabana in the tradition of the fancy hotels Kevin and I had visited.  It was more like a tiny pool house, situated at the edge of the sand, where our steps down to the beach ended.  We kept a cooler of ice and drinks in there, a cabinet full of towels and extra swimsuits, plus other necessities.  There was also a narrow but sturdy table and two chairs, and I could hear the thump of what I knew must be the table rapping against the wall as Kevin lifted Charlotte and set her down on the table.

They were probably already naked

I was dying with envy, wishing I could be there, but someone had to stay with Jill. This would be the first time Kevin was with Charlotte without me, and though I wished I was taking part, I was happy to give him the gift of a little time alone with her. Hopefully, I’d get my chance, too.

I imagined Charlotte on the table, leaning back and bracing herself on the table while Kevin took his big cock in hand, guiding it home into her tight little pussy.  I’d fingered that pussy enough to know just how right he was—she was tight.  And judging by the look of ecstasy on my husband’s face every time he buried his cock deep inside her, it was an exquisite experience.

Before long, I could hear the faint echo of Charlotte’s gasps as he pleasured her, and I suspected he was sucking on her small, perky tits while he stroked in and out of her.  She loved that—and I loved watching the way it drove her crazy, sending her gasping and moaning and spiraling out of control.  I loved watching him pound into her, and listening to the slick sounds as her juices coated his cock and he slammed in and out.

The sounds of their lovemaking and the images in my mind were more than I could take.  Throwing a towel over my bent legs, I slipped my hand into my bikini and fingered my already-wet folds, pinching them together and rubbing them over my swollen clit.

My breathing came faster as I swirled those engorged lips over my sensitive nub, and I listened to my husband’s groans floating to me on the breeze as he penetrated our teenage babysitter over and over.  I stopped my circling and pressed one finger to my clit, rubbing it hard and fast.  I was so wet I could hardly keep my finger in place.  Charlotte’s strained cries as she edged closer and closer to orgasm had me at the edge, too, and I panted and mewled quietly, hoping not to be noticed as I got closer to my own climax.

Just as I was almost there, I heard Kevin’s long, loud groan as he pumped his cum into Charlotte, and just as I was reaching my own orgasm, two figures down on the beach, heading my way, ruined the whole thing.

I gritted my teeth, whining quietly in frustration as I stilled my hand and picked up a book next to me, propping it against my knees as the two middle-aged women approached, walking past me and looking around in curiosity.  Did they hear me?  Did they hear Kevin and Charlotte?  My heart pounded both from my own excitement and exertion, and from the fear of discovery.

They glanced at me curiously and kept walking.  I didn't hear any disapproval, so I didn’t think they’d figured it out.  Breathing a sigh of relief, I turned my head to see Charlotte coming down the path, with Kevin trailing ten feet behind her.  Charlotte’s hair was mussed, and she blushed as she saw the two women in the distance, heading away from our part of the beach.

Kevin’s eyes widened. “Were we too loud?”

“You were loud, but I don’t think anyone heard you but me.”

Kevin’s gaze fell on the book, and the towel over my legs.  He eyed me skeptically. “You were
reading
while I fucked our babysitter a hundred feet away?”

It was my turn to blush. “That was my ‘cover’.  I was... um... entertaining myself.”

Kevin sat on the edge of my lounge and kissed me, his tongue delving into my mouth. “God, you’re so hot.  Have I mentioned lately that you’re the best wife ever?”

“Tell me that when I’m playing with Charlotte... without you,”  I said with a grin.

His face fell. “Awwwww!” he said in an exaggerated, disappointed, little-boy tone.

“Hey, what’s good for the goose is good for the gander.”  I put towel and book aside, and glanced around to make sure the beach was empty before I grabbed my phone. “Come on Charlotte,” I said to her. “I'd like some time with you, too.” I began to lead Charlotte up to the cabana.  I made sure to add a little wiggle as I went, knowing Kevin was watching our every move.  Charlotte cast Kevin a look over her shoulder and giggled.

“You like being a naughty girl, don’t you?” I smiled, enjoying the way Charlotte was coming out of her shell.

“I would have said no before I met you.  But now?  I love it.  The naughtier, the better.”  She hopped in front of me and blocked the door, putting her hands behind her back and holding the doorknob, while she gave me a sly look.

“Oh really?”  I stepped close to her, reaching around and putting my hand over hers, turning the handle. “Let’s see how naughty you really like it.”  I pushed the door open, lunging at her and locking her in my embrace as we both stumbled over the threshold of the cabana.  I barely remembered to kick the door closed behind me as we turned, kissing passionately, and I backed Charlotte against the table, tossing my phone onto it and hearing it skitter, then hit the wall.

“Do you have my husband’s cum inside you?” I asked, breathless.  I put my hand against her barely-clad mound.

“Mm-hmm,” she nodded, assuming a naughty-little-girl look.  She put her hands on the edge of the table, giving a slight shimmy to her shoulders—a gesture of half-innocence, half enticement.  She looked down at the floor, then up at me through her lashes. “I liked it.  Was I bad?” Her pout was incredibly sexy.

“Oh, you were bad.  Very, very bad.  Now I have a mess to clean up.”  I yanked on each of the side ties of her bikini bottom, and ripped it away from her body.

She squeaked in surprise.

“On the table.  Spread them wide.”

She obeyed, sitting up on the table and scooting back a few inches, then spreading her thin legs to give me access to her rosy folds.  I traced a hand over her wet slit, where Kevin’s fertile cum leaked, spreading everywhere.  She moaned as I slipped a finger inside her, stroking the inside of her tight pussy.  Then I pulled it out and held up the evidence.

“You have been bad.  Fucking my husband, when I can’t come and watch?  It sounds like you need to be punished.”  I got on my knees, kissing my way up her smooth, tanned thigh.  When I reached her lips, already swollen with desire, I pushed my tongue between them, licking up every trace of the salty semen, while she moaned and shifted her hips.

“That... that doesn’t feel like punishment,” she gasped, leaning back and closing her eyes as she braced her hands behind her on the table.

“Mmm, not yet.  Just wait.”

I lapped up every bit of cum, teasing my tongue up and down her slit, dipping between her folds, circling closer and closer to her clit.  I grazed it and she bucked, panting and desperate.  Her legs wrapped around my shoulders, her heels digging into my back and nudging me toward her.  She was whining and desperate for me to lick her clit.

After a few moments, I finally ran my tongue over it, then flickered it away, and she groaned in frustration.  Then I went back, fluttering over her clit as fast as a hummingbird.  She writhed, reaching down to stroke my hair, her moans giving me verbal encouragement.  I licked her better than I ever had, giving her my full attention.  Before long, she was crying out, gripping the edges of the small table as her voice spiraled higher and higher, even louder than when she’d been there with Kevin.  I knew she had to be heard by anyone walking quietly along the beach, and the idea of it made me suck and lick her clit even faster.

Charlotte threw her head back with one loud cry, and just as she was at the peak of ecstasy, I pulled back, panting, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.

“Nooooooooooo!” she cried, sagging in frustration. “Please, Marissa, don’t stop.”

“I told you there would be punishment.”

She wriggled, making her glistening pussy an enticing invitation. “Pleeeeaase?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“I haven’t come yet!  Kevin finished before I did, and he said I had to wait to come until you were here.”

“Did he?” I grinned. 
Awww, what a sweetie.
“Well, you’re still on the clock, so it seems to me that you should be pleasuring me.”

She sat up, glaring at me resentfully, her chest still heaving from desire. “You don’t pay me for sex.”

“No, but I pay you for taking care of Jill.  Would you rather watch her sleep, or lick my tits?”  I shrugged. “Whatever you prefer.”

“Well,” Charlotte twisted a strand of hair, giving me a coy look, “when you put it that way...I’d rather lick those voluptuous breasts of yours.  I’ve been looking at them all day.  I love the beach, but it sucks when I can’t touch you.”

I stepped closer, into her arms. “I couldn’t agree more.”

We kissed, her tongue dancing with mine.  She tasted of the lemonade we’d had at lunch, and I reveled in the feeling of her soft lips.  I wanted those lips everywhere on me, and her hands touching and caressing me.

This was the first time we’d really been alone, and her body was completely mine to explore.  I let my hands roam every inch of her body, skimming over her narrow waist and hips, cupping her ass.  God, her ass was
amazing
.  Everything about her was amazing.  Everything was tight and smooth and sweet.  She always smelled good.

I pulled her down off the table, and spun her around. “My turn.”

Charlotte pulled my bikini bottoms down, slow and seductive, squatting down to slide them to my feet.  I obliged her by stepping out of them, and she tossed them aside.  She kissed her way back up my body, and I trembled under her touch.

When we were eye-to-eye again, she gazed at me as she reached around and untied my bikini top, peeling it down to reveal my tits.  Then her gaze shifted downward, and she drank in the sight of them, palming them and feeling their milky weight.

“God, your tits are so sexy.  I wish I had tits this big.”

“You will, someday,” I murmured, delighting in the feel of her hands on me. “Mine were about your size when I was your age.  I didn’t get these until I was pregnant.”

She bent to kiss one, sending a flash of heat through my belly. “Then maybe getting pregnant wouldn’t be so bad.”  She reached around and untied the second string for my bikini, her tongue grazing a nipple as she did. “After I'm pregnant, maybe you could lick my milky tits.”

“Oh my God,” I sighed as she tossed my bikini aside and tasted my nipple. “That would be so hot!”

I imagined myself hovering over her in bed, naked, sucking on her round, enormous tit—all the more enticing, as it accentuated her tiny post-pregnancy waist—and tasting the milk that flowed from it.

Her attention and my fantasy both turned me on so much that I felt the familiar tingle of my milk letting down.

“Mmm,” she said, lapping up the drops that beaded on both nipples. “I guess I’ll have to settle for licking
your
milky tits, for now.”

I hopped up onto the table, eager for her to begin.  Leaning back a little, I thrust my breasts out, letting her take one in her hand and massage it, rubbing her thumb over it.  She gave it a gentle squeeze, then licked another bead of breast milk from it.

“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.  I’m so happy we met.”

“So am I.”

“And I’m so happy you fucked me.  You and Kevin completely changed everything for me.  I love it when you touch me, and I love touching you.  You’re gorgeous.”

I leaned forward, kissing her, hard and full of passion.  I wanted her even more, if that’s possible. “I feel the same way,” I whispered.

She leaned over, stroking her tongue up one side of a nipple, while her fingers played with the other one.  Her tongue swirled, circling my areola, then flickering up its stiff peak.

That was the perfect time.  I reached behind me and grabbed my iPhone, which I’d tossed on the table.  As much as I wanted to have Charlotte to myself for a while, I couldn’t help but share the experience with my husband.