Our Babysitter (closed)

Vanessa

I was still imagining Mr. Michaels in the nude, and then flashed to Mrs. Michaels riding him, and how perfectly their bodies had fit together.

And then I realized there was a pause in the conversation and Mr. and Mrs. Michaels were staring at me.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I was trying to imagine your experience and utter surprise at walking into that situation. I had a similar one, but fortunately I had a robe. But, yes, I have done life drawing. . .but, only recently since I turned eighteen and was allowed to join this sketch group. I’ve only drawn two women in charcoal and one man. And once, a model didn’t show up and the group asked if I’d volunteer to be the model and be paid. Of course I wanted the money, so I agreed on the condition that I could wear a robe and only be partially exposed. I just allowed the group leader to pose me and then I held still for an hour. It was actually very relaxing and it gave me new appreciation and respect for the model. It’s not easy to hold still and not fall asleep or change your facial expression. It was also really interesting to see everyone’s version of my image. I’ll be doing life drawing when I get to college, I hope. It’s definitely a skill that requires a lot of practice.”

I glanced back and forth at Mr. and Mrs. Michaels, surprised at how easy it was to talk to them.

“Oh, and by the way, I’m not saying I have any talent in art. I just have an interest in it and find it enjoyable. Do you guys have a favorite hobby that you either do alone or together? I like the way you two make time for each other regularly. ”
 
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Do you guys have a favorite hobby that you either do alone or together? I like the way you two make time for each other regularly.

I chuckled reflexively. The image of what Melanie and I most frequently engaged in sprang immediately to mind. My wife was both very fond of and very skilled at sucking cock. She'd found my size difficult to handle, but she'd regarded it as a challenge. After years of practice, she had become rather adept at it. Consequently, we took frequent opportunities to enjoy her capabilities.

Of course, that was hardly appropriate to tell Vanessa. I'm sure she didn't want that image in her head. "Sorry, your question amused me. As the parents of a young child, it's hard to find time for hobbies."

"Back in the days before Emily, we used to play tennis some. Melanie had a strong backhand." I smiled. "She also looks dynamite in that short white skirt."

" But it's been probably been close to two years since I last held a racket. These day, the time we spend together without Emily is pretty limited. That we spend enjoying stuff that's fun for adults."

I patted my wife's arm. "When you find someone to settle down with, Vanessa, you must make sure you enjoy just spending time with. Going on exciting dates and having wild adventures is nice, but you won't have time very often - particularly if you have children. So it's important that you find someone who you enjoy just being in the same room with. "

 
"Do you have a preffered medium? I dabbled with a few artists back in the day, but I didn't have an eye for duplication. I tended towards the abstract," I smiled at the thought of what we did in our spare time.

"Actually during La Maz they taught some massage techniques, and I find it's almost as relaxing to take the knots out of his shoulders as it is to have him rub my neck." Melanie supposed it had to do with the power of touching, but she wasn't sure Vanessa was ready for that much crossing of boundaries.

Melanie moved closer to him and their bodies casually draped into each other. "At the end of the day it's nice to be with someone you can just be yourself with," I turned my face to his and we kiss lightly, a gesture that is completely instinctual and innocent.

"Mainly because pretending to be someone else is really hard," I chuckle, "I dated a theatre major once and I don't think he was ever himself. It was fun, but in the end I was looking for more than just fun."
 
I could see how the Michaels’ shared a deep respect, love, and intimacy with one another. I felt a pang of longing as they lightly kissed one another and gravitated together. Mrs. M was clearly a passionate person.

“I’m too young to really be looking for anything, so I’m just going to be open to anything fun and light that might develop this summer. I’m new to this dating world, I suppose,” I said blushing, almost embarrassed that I didn’t have a partner.

My eyes followed Mr. Michaels’ hand as he caressed his wife’s shoulders, while she, in turn, kept her hand on his thigh.

“But, hopefully, one day, I’ll fall in love like you two are with each other. I. . . I haven’t yet had any intimate experiences. Do either of you have any advice for me? I’m really longing to find that deep love, but what if I don’t find it? I’ve always associated love with sex. But, perhaps I should have a more playful attitude about it. I know I’m a sensitive person, so I just want my first experiences to be positive ones.”
 
“But, hopefully, one day, I’ll fall in love like you two are with each other. I. . . I haven’t yet had any intimate experiences.

My eyebrow raised slightly at that. I wasn't quite sure how to interpret that. Did she mean sexually? It seemed incongruous for a girl as lovely as Vanessa to have no such experiences unless she'd been actively refusing them.

Or did she mean emotionally? She did seem fascinated by my bond with Melanie. Yes, that would make more sense.

"If you mean emotional intimacy, I would not worry about it," I responded. "You and your peers are still so young. You are still discovering who your adult self is at this point.

I swept my hand in her direction. "Look how much you have changed physically in the last few years." I let my eyes linger on her curves for a moment. "Your emotional side is also growing and developing.

" Finding long-term intimacy takes time. I probably didn't have anything more than crushes and brief bouts of puppy love at your age. I wouldn't be ready for a lifetime commitment until I was older. It's no mark against you that you haven't found it yet. The important thing is to be open to the possibility.

"I’m really longing to find that deep love, but what if I don’t find it? I’ve always associated love with sex. But, perhaps I should have a more playful attitude about it. I know I’m a sensitive person, so I just want my first experiences to be positive ones.”

Melanie suppressed a giggle and squeezed my thigh at "deep love". No doubt she was thinking about how deeply I went into her and probably wondering if Vanessa could handle the same. I confess - so was I.

Instead, I kept my composure - albeit with some effort - and smiled congenially. "Sex and love most certainly aren't the same thing. It's certainly better to have them together, but don't think it's required."

" As a confession as to myself, I had a lot of sexual encounters when I was younger that had very little emotional connection - it was all about the physical. Not always - I had girlfriends here and there, too. And some of those relationships didn't get sexual until after there was an emotional connection. So it can work either way."

I shrugged. "I personally think it's not a bad thing at your age to have sex just for the fun of it. Not all the time, but once in awhile when the opportunity presents itself, maybe try it. You might learn something. And you might have a good time."
 
"I certainly learned a lot with my first sexual partner, which in turn helped me be more comfortable in my body, and be more confident." I chuckle softly, "Sometimes I wish I had waited for someone I had a better connection with, but it was pretty easy to end that relationship." I smiled at Vanessa, "Now the best sex I ever had, before my husband of course, that was a much harder relationship to end, because really good sex is rather addicting, but we were looking for different things in the future and it ended sadly, but politely."

"Honestly sex without an emotional connection is like fat free/sugar free cookies, they look alike but they don't taste the same, and you prefer the real thing to the fat free/sugar free version."

I was thinking about how much I wanted to be, and wanted us to be, part of Vanessa's first experiences.

"So if there's anything you have questions about whether it's personal grooming, or some terminology that you'd be embarrassed to ask anyone else about feel free to ask me or," I turn to look at my husband and we kiss lightly again, "Jacob about sex or really any topic."

I chuckle, "Did I ever tell you about the girl in my high school who put 'IcyHot' on her sunburned chest?" I begin laughing, "To this day we still call her Hot Flash Heidi." I hoped I had been the right balance of playful, open, and honest with Vanessa.
 
Vanessa

I breathed a sigh of relief that my insecurities hadn’t unnerved the Michaels’. My friends hadn’t talked about their sexual experiences since we were all so close-knit. My sister’s experiences had caused a lot of drama in our house, so I had hesitated to tell my parents how much I had liked Chris or that he had secretly slept over our house when everyone had been out of town for a sporting event.

I was becoming very sexually curious, and I found it fascinating to hear about the Michaels’ experiences. I was grateful that they were both so open with me.

I glanced down at my full breasts, slender abdomen, and long, shapely legs as Mr. Michaels gestured at my body.

Yes, yes, I certainly had developed into a woman. . . physically.

I nodded in response of his encouragement to be open to opportunities and how they might present themselves. I could see how all those experiences gave him a sense of confidence and experience to be a good lover.

Mrs. Michaels was equally warm and reassuring.

“Yes, Mrs. Michaels, it’s just so nice to actually discuss the subject with people who have actually had sex, and a lot of it!” I said, laughing.

“I guess what I’m hearing from both of you, is that everyone is different and it doesn’t mean you’re promiscuous if you enjoy sex or are curious about it. I guess in high school I was afraid of looking bad, but now I have a much stronger curiosity and desire to have some experiences. Thank you for making yourselves available to answer my questions. I’m sure I will have some more, but I won’t burden you with them unless I’m stumped. No—you never told me about Icy Hot Heidi. What happened?” I asked, relieved to change the subject for a moment.

I could feel a yearning in my pelvis, and I shifted my legs, hoping it would go away. I wondered if I'd ever feel an orgasm, no less an intense one as Melanie had experienced last night.
 
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“Yes, Mrs. Michaels, it’s just so nice to actually discuss the subject with people who have actually had sex, and a lot of it!

I glanced over at my wife. She seemed to be really enjoying this conversation.

"Well, I suppose I'm somewhat experienced," I began, "but I'm not sure I'd have much to contribute. I don't think 'what guys like' is all that complicated, so I expect there's not much inside information for me to provide as to what a woman should do. If I may be crude a moment, if you know what a blowjob is, you already know how to give one."

"I expect Mrs. Michaels might be more helpful," I continued. "I'm certainly biased, but I think she really knows what she's doing. I expect that you'd benefit from having a fellow female's perspective.

I stood up. The topic of conversation was warming me up a bit and Melanie's hand on my thigh wasn't helping. It would be rather rude for me to get aroused when Vanessa was trying to have a serious discussion.

"Perhaps I should leave you two girls alone to talk. I can go inside and check on Emily."
 
"Well she got sunburned and called her mom at work during a meeting and her mom told her to 'Put some Ice on it,' and she heard, 'Put Icyhot on it.' Let's just say that the resulting yell when the Icyhot went HOT could be heard for a couple of blocks and Heidi had to go braless for a few weeks."

I chuckled and watched my husband walk away, admiring his ass briefly before turning back to Vanessa. "Don't feel you have to censor your questions, the only stupid question is the one you wished you had asked."
 
“Ouch. Yikes. I rarely get burned as I use a lot of sunscreen, but I love aloe gel for burns. It’s cool and soothing…Ok, well, I will ask you one more personal question now that your husband has stepped away. Is it true what he says about blowjobs? There’s no secret to it? I’ve only done it with Chris to a limited extent.”
 
"He's totally lying, the secret to a blowjob is to enjoy it. If you are just doing it to please him, then it's not nearly as effective. If you are really enjoying it, even if you are just licking him, it will be far better than sucking half heartedly. However some guys are just so excited to get a blowjob that they don't care if you are enjoying it," Melanie sighed, "So don't be pressured into doing anything, and if it doesn't feel good, then stop doing that. The last thing you want is to end up in the ER because you were choking on a cock."
 
I laughed and nodded.

“That’s good advice. Yes, I don’t like the idea of anything being shoved down my throat, but I found if I held his. . . cock. . . then it was much more enjoyable for me. He certainly didn’t complain. But, I felt shy about it and so he ended up just erupting into my hand. But, it’s reassuring to hear that there are no magic tricks from your husband’s point of view. I hope I didn’t scare him away with my curiosities. I’m a sexual novice,” I sighed.
 
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I chuckle, "Honestly he's probably worried that all the talk about sex and blow jobs will give him an erection and that would make you uncomfortable. I'm probably going to help him blow off some steam before we manage dinner." I smile, hoping Vanessa feels that it's my pleasure to arouse and satisfy my husband and not some wifely duty.

"I do admit there are some days when I wish he could suck his own cock." I blush faintly, I had recently acquiring a toy for anal play and I told Jacob to suck it before play. It was a hot memory, as Jacob was too big for anal.
 
I blushed thinking about the two of them “blowing off steam”. They were hot together, no doubt about it. I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall.

I looked quizzically at Mrs. Michaels when she mentioned that she wished her husband could suck his own cock sometimes. Clearly, she enjoyed doing it herself in her own style. I didn’t understand her statement.

“Well, I appreciate how respectful and tolerant you two are with my questions. I don’t want to keep you from dinner and any personal time with your husband. I should probably get going. Do you mind saying ‘good-bye’ for me to your husband?”
 
Melanie Michaels

"Of course dear," Melanie stood up, gently brushing my linen dress down. I proffered a hug and was glad when Vanessa accepted the embrace. "We lucked out when we found you, and please feel free to stop by anytime. I like to cook on Sundays and we always have plenty of food. I'd love to see some of your drawings as well."

I considered a kiss on the cheek, but refrained and waved at Vanessa as she exited, watching her body in her dress. I certainly hoped to see MORE of her this summer. I made a mental note to see just how long Grandma and Grandpa wanted to host little Emma this summer.

I headed into the kitchen, carrying the tray with the glasses and such. I set it down and pressed my body against my husbands and kissed the back of his neck. "So are you ready to Pop right now?" I asked as he turned around and I could see and feel how hard our conversation had gotten him.

I had a feeling he heard every word as I waited for his reply.
 
I went upstairs to check on Emma. Our little blonde whirlwind was still sacked out. We'd need to get her up before too long or she'd be fussy about bedtime tonight.

I wandered back downstairs, making sure to steer clear of the backyard. Vanessa didn't usually share much about her personal life, but she had been much more open tonight. Still, I'd gotten the sense that she wanted to say more, but the presence of both Melanie and me was intimidating her. I assumed she'd be more comfortable speaking one-on-one and most likely with another woman - hence my excusing myself.

Of course, perhaps it was Melanie she found intimidating. My wife could be a force of nature at times. But if Vanessa's newfound openness was better directed at me, I'd find out the next time I took her home after sitting for Emma.

I busied myself in the kitchen. Yes, despite my wife's occasional suggestions otherwise, I do perform some housework. That's where she found me a short while later.

"So are you ready to Pop right now?" she inquired, kissing the back of my neck.

I turned to face her and chuckled. "I assume that means you and Vanessa had a nice conversation. Your nipples certainly suggest that you did."

"Unfortunately, my time apart has cooled me down, so I'm a ways from being ready." Her hand snaked between my thighs, confirming that the meaty lump in my crotch was still flaccid. "Still, if you're willing to give me some encouragement, I'm sure I can rise to the occasion."
 
Melanie

"Well we talked about blowjobs, and I told her to enjoy giving them, and that most any man will be happy with any oral attention. I hugged her good bye, and she asked me to say good bye to you for her, and I invited her to come around tomorrow." While I talked to my husband my fingers had been gently stroking his dick, having unzipped his pants.

"How much time do we have before our beloved daughter wakes up?" I smiled, completely willing to attempt to have him as my pre dinner snack if he felt up to it, otherwise it could wait. It wasn't like we were going anywhere but to bed together tonight. It was just tough for me to be sexy and mommy at the same time.
 
Melanie gave me a mischievous smile and stepped close to me. She leaned her wondrous bosom into my chest. Further down, I felt the zipper of my pants part. Moments later, her fingers slipped inside.

"Why Mrs. Matthews, what are you up to?" I coyly inquired. I knew quite well how much money wife enjoyed feeling my soft cock swell and harden beneath her touch.

"How much time do we have before our beloved daughter wakes up?"

Now I grinned mischievously. "We can probably let her be for another fifteen minutes. Not enough time for us to get naked, but if you're in the mood for something quicker. . . ."
 
"Nudity is over rated," Melanie smiled continuing to coax his cock as she looked around kitchen. She was debating the table, and glad their kitchen faced the backyard and afforded them privacy. She smiled and knelt wanting to make sure he was really up for a quickie. Melanie sucked the tip enjoying the feel of his flesh in her mouth.

She didn't tease, just tasted him until she knew he was ready and then she stood up and sat on the countertop, managing to shift her dress up, and panties out of the way all at the same time.

For some reason she was still thinking about Vanessa, but that image quickly vanished as her husband asserted himself.
 
"Nudity is overrated," my wife declared. It was a statement she believed in, too. The possibility of getting caught was a turn-on for her. When she was feeling frisky, she'd secretly remove her panties and wait for a moment to hike up her skirt to flash me.

I was a little less enthusiastic about the risk of getting caught - mostly because I was more likely to get caught. If someone started getting too close, Melanie could conceal herself just by dropping her skirt. I, on the other hand, couldn't stuff a fat erection in my pants and expect no one to notice. Still, she rarely failed to persuade me to take the chance.

Melanie recognized that obstacle at least. While I was still soft, she pulled my cock through my open fly and let it drape down in front of me. She then knelt before me and took the head into her mouth. Her tongue slurped along the glans, urging my erection along.

When my cock began to plump, she rose and stepped back. She hiked up her dress with one hand and slipped her panties down her thighs with the other. She parted her labia with her fingertips, showing me the glistening pinkness of her vagina. She hopped up on the nearest countertop and spread her thighs.

I needed no further signal. I stepped to her and placed my throbbing cock against her. Together, we guided the thick pillar into her.

The countertop was a bit higher than my waist, so I couldn't thrust quite all the way. Still, the bulk of it was soon plowing into her with steady frequency.
 
Melanie

The countertops had not been designed for sex, or at least not sex for someone his height. I was enjoying the slight shift as he tried to plunge in, the difference in angle was exhilarating, and I wished we'd tried it sooner. We had made love in most of the rooms of the house, including Emma's room (where we probably conceived her) but the kitchen had been rather bare, and we'd fucked on the floor. I had to admit that the laminate was really easy to clean up, which was why the bathroom was one of my favorite non bed places to have sex.

Plus the bathroom windows were already frosted for privacy so hubby felt less inhibited. I was a lot more risqué about getting caught, so last night was a big coop for me. I moaned letting my pleasure build naturally, as I imagined Vanessa watching us.
 
I kept my strokes slow and methodical. The countertop position was forcing a different angle of entry and experience suggested caution. Too much vigor from a poor approach could leave Melanie sore for days - and not in a good way.

Her moans suggested that she was fine for the moment. I maintained my pace. Hopefully it'd be enough for both of us.
 
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