Desire of Babysitter

Desire Of Babysitter 2

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"I have to have her again…"

It's been a long time since my husband Dominic and I went on vacation. It's tough to get away once you have kids, but now that we have Lydia around, we can finally take that beach vacation we've been dreaming of.

Who could've known that our babysitter was hiding such a deliciously naughty streak inside that gorgeous young body of hers? Oh, the things we've done together! The first time we took her for ourselves, it was a birthday surprise for my husband. Not this time, though… we're bringing her on vacation with us, and I want some time with her too.

Even better, now that Lydia has had her first taste of true pleasure, she wants more. I can see it in her eyes, in that shy, embarrassed look she gets when the three of us are together. I can't wait to see her in her little swimsuit and feel her body against mine in the hot tub…

We're in for the vacation of a lifetime this summer, and I can't wait to see how Lydia likes what we have planned for her!

"Ohhh… someone pinched me," moans Dominic. His voice is muffled by his pillow as the massage therapist continues her work, rolling her hands up and down my husband's back as he lies in the sun. I just smiled at him and took another sip of my mojito. There is nothing quite as relaxing as relaxing in the sun on a pristine beach and watching the waves. Maybe getting a massage makes it better, but I wouldn't know—I opted for booze instead and left the massage to Dominic.

I drag my eyes away from Dominic's toned, muscular back and look out at the beach. Our son Vincent is making a sandcastle at the water's edge, or at least he's trying to. He's a bit too young to understand the concept, and instead he makes a big mound of wet sand and smacks it repeatedly with his little plastic shovel. He's so cute in his little blue dress. Dominic thinks the floaties are overkill since we brought our babysitter Lydia along to take care of Vincent on vacation, but you can never be too careful around water.

Speaking of cute swimsuits…

My eyes flit over to Lydia as she bends down beside Vincent and helps him make a lumpy tower for his lumpy castle. She looked good in a schoolgirl outfit this winter when Dominic and I first… well… introduced her to true pleasure, and now that I'm seeing her in that sleek black bikini, she's downright gorgeous.

Our babysitter, Lydia, is a twenty-year-old brunette from down the street, a college girl we've known since her family first moved into our neighborhood when she was a child. She's all legs with just a hint of hourglass at the hips. Young. Perfect. Dominic lusted after her for years until his birthday, when I finally arranged a way for him to fulfill his desires. Not just his desires, though—mine as well. Dominic’s not the only one who dreamt about Lydia's slender, perfect young body and perky breasts, after all.

Who knew our naïve little girl-next-door babysitter had such a delightful naughty streak hiding beneath that perfect, wide-eyed innocence? All I had to do was promise a little extra cash for college, and she was willing to do anything for us. It was especially easy, I suspect, because of how head-over-heels she was for my darling Dominic. My sweet, loving Dominic… part saint and part sinner, the ideal husband in every possible way.

As Lydia leans down to help son Vincent, my eyes run the entire length of her flawless body—tracing a path from her delicate feet up her long, smooth legs, up over her perfect ass and midriff. Her perky breasts seemed larger than I remembered them being, more full and round than the last time we were together.

Cool it, Veronica, I tell myself. Save the dirty thoughts for later.

We’re on a public beach, my son is sitting right there with his pail, and—sort of important—I’m not sure if Lydia’s even interested in us anymore. I think she is, but it’s always hard to tell. I mean, she definitely enjoyed it last time—when she gave herself to both of us on my husband’s birthday—but it’s been over a month now and we’ve not so much as talked about it since that night. For all I know, her curiosity is sated and she’s decided that she doesn’t want either of us anymore.

I certainly hope not, but I have to acknowledge the possibility.

I roll over on my blanket and wince as the blinding sunlight sears my skin. We’ve only been here two days and Lydia has already developed an even, beautiful tan while I’m still as pale as can be. Sometimes it’s just not fair.

“Careful—you’re going to burn if you don’t take care of yourself,” Dominic purrs in my ear, rolling over next to me on our blanket, and then I shiver as his cool hands touch my back. “Put on some sunscreen, sexy.”

“You are a life-saver, babe,” I tell him, groaning contentedly as he spreads the lotion across my back with his large, strong hands. His fingertips press firmly against my skin, kneading my muscles and turning me to Jello as he applies the sunscreen. My eyes wander to his shadow, to the perfect silhouette of his powerful shoulders and exquisite torso against the sand. God, I have the best husband ever.

He leans in close, pressing his rippling chest against my back before answering, and I feel his hot breath against my ear. “Always eager to please, Veronica. You know that.”

“I’m going to hold you to your word, you know that, right?” I teased, and he kissed me playfully on the back of the neck before continuing his slow, meandering massage.

“When was the last time you put sunscreen on her?” I ask, watching as our son Vincent scoops wet sand into her little shovel and tries to dump it on her babysitter’s head. Lydia giggles and ducks away from Vincent’s special delivery. Oh sweet mother of… she is too sexy for words.

“Um… never?” answers Dominic. “You know me better than that, sweetie. I look but don’t touch. Not without your permission, at least.”

I elbow him playfully in the ribs and shake my head.

“I meant Vincent, you dope,” I told him, lowering my voice. “Someone has his mind in the gutter, doesn’t he?”

“And I noticed that someone else had been staring all afternoon long, too,” he answers as he finishes up his massage and lies down beside me again. “You’re pretty obvious, babe. You’re planning something, aren’t you?”

We cut the conversation short as Lydia jogged toward us, her long, slender legs entrancing me with every step. The same strange desire flickers into life inside me, the desire to have her, to play with her young, perfect body and experience it for myself. The desire to see ecstasy clouds her eyes as I teach her everything I know.

I want her again. I want her with Dominic—just the three of us again.

“Mr. Benette? Do you have some sunscreen?” she asks, fishing through the cooler and pulling out a juice box. “Vincent’s looking a little red.”

“Sure, here you go,” answers Dominic, holding out the tube. She smiles at him as she accepts it, and my eyes light up as I watch her fingertips trail down his hand. It’s a completely unnecessary gesture and exactly the sort of sign I was looking for.

“Thanks, Mr. Benette,” she says, brushing a runaway strand of long brown hair out of her eyes, and then she runs back to our daughter’s lumpy sandcastle. Dominic’s eyes followed her firm ass all the way back to Vincent, and I can’t blame him one bit. She looks absolutely delicious in that bikini.

“She’s still into us,” whispered Dominic.

“You mean she’s into you?”

“I’m not so sure about that,” he says, raising an eyebrow at me. “Call me crazy, but I think I saw her give you a little look there, babe.”

I shook my head and rolled my eyes at him. No way—it’s just back to her being infatuated with my husband now, not me. It was just an intrigue, a curiosity that she hadn’t expected she’d enjoy so much. When I hired her to f**k Dominic, I never even told her I was going to play him too. I bet she’d have refused if she knew.

“Bet you five bucks she’s not still into me,” I tell my husband, and he snickers under his breath.

“Let’s raise the stakes a little,” he whispered. “If she’s only interested in me, I’ll deal with all of Vincent’s diapers for the next two months.”

“Ooh, high stakes indeed. I accept the wager,” I answered with a grin. “And if she does want us both?”

“Then I get to call the shots when we’re finally alone and Vincent’s asleep. You set the scene last time, and this time it’ll be my turn.”

“It’s a deal,” I told him, and I kissed him on the cheek to seal it. “So what’s your big plan to find out?”

Dominic rolls across the blanket, reaches into the baby's bag and pulls out another tube of sunscreen. “Lydia takes great care of Vincent,” he tells me, “but she needs to remember to take care of her own skin too. How about you go remind her?”

He tosses me the sunscreen, and a mischievous smile creeps across my face as I know exactly how to play this.

“Be right back, sweetie,” I told him, and I hopped up and sashayed across the beach toward our beautiful babysitter.

Vincent sits underneath her little umbrella and waves to me as I approach. His face is sticky with apple juice, and I laugh and kiss him on the forehead before sitting down beside Lydia. “He’s looking a little tired,” I say, and Lydia nods in agreement.

“He’s been out here for a few hours now and he’s definitely exhausted,” says Lydia, her blue eyes wide and sincere as she talks to me. “I can take him back to the hotel room if you’d like to stay longer.”

I smiled and shook my head. “No, you’ve been more than enough help today, Lydia. We’ll take him back and put him down for a nap, so why don’t you relax and take some time for yourself? You should get some time to play too, you know.”

She laughs and smiles at me, brushing her hair away from her face again. I don’t know how she does it, but that one little gesture is somehow so innocent and seductive at the same time. It’s as if she knows exactly the effect she has and plays the role of naïve, innocent little Lydia when, beneath the surface, she’s just as devious as I am.

“Thanks—I appreciate the break,” she tells me, and I wink at her and gently touch her bare shoulder.

“Just make sure you take care of yourself. Your back is almost as red as Vincent’s cheeks, sweetie.” Before she can say anything else, I pop the cap on my sunscreen and squeeze some out onto my palm.

“Hold still for just a second, okay?” I told her, and I knelt behind her and gently dabbed the sunscreen between her shoulder blades. She stiffens at my touch and then relaxes as I begin to spread the lotion across her smooth, perfect skin.

She closes her eyes and lets out a soft sigh as I massage her shoulders and use my fingertips to leave a ticklish trail down her back. I stop at the small of her back, enjoying the sight of her trim, slender frame as I work my fingers back up again, and as she leans back toward me, I gather my confidence and go for the next test.

“You should come spend time with us tonight once Vincent’s in bed, Lydia,” I quietly told her. “If you don’t have any other plans, that is. Dominic and I love your company.”

The girl shivers as I squirt on another dab of lotion and slowly, gently knead her shoulders. Now’s the time to be daring, I decided, and I pushed aside first one of the shoulder straps of her black bikini top and then the other. My fingers trace the tan line hidden beneath the fabric, rubbing in the lotion and sending another shiver up the silent babysitter’s spine. I can feel her body reacting now, waking up as I run my fingers up her back, up and over her shoulders, then down to her sternum. I top when I’m about to touch her perky cleavage, and I let my fingers linger for just a moment before trailing back upward again. I don’t dare touch her any lower, if I accidentally make that gorgeous, tight top of hers pop off. This is a family-friendly beach and my son is sitting right in front of us. Vincent has no idea what’s going on, but I don’t want to make a habit of being too brazen in my exploration.

“Yeah, I think I can make some time tonight,” Lydia whispered, leaning back into me as I ran my hands slowly up her neck. “It’s been a long time since I… hung out with you.”

I lean in close to her, letting my lips touch the lobe of her ear as I press my full, round breasts to her back. Our bodies may look different—her long, slender, innocent young body compared to my full curves and luscious hips—but I’ve been around long enough to know how to please her just as well as myself.

“We’ve just been so busy in the last month that there’s been no time to really relax, has there?” I whispered in her ear. “Dominic and I would like to play a little more if you’re still interested, Lydia. There’s so much more I can show you.”

She remains silent for a long time, and my heart sinks with worry. I’ve blown it, haven’t I? I don’t want to win my bet if it means I lose the best babysitter on planet earth.

“You can say no if you want,” I whispered. “No hard feelings—I just...”

“Don’t know where everyone stands,” she finishes my sentence for me, looking back at me over her shoulder. Her eyes glow with a strange mixture of longing and nervousness, and a rosy flush blossoms on her cheeks. “I… I want more, Mrs. Benette. I just… I didn’t know how to tell you.”

I smiled at her and pulled her shoulder straps back up onto her shoulders. “You and me both, Lydia. Give it some thought, think about what you want to do, and I’ll see you tonight if you’re still feeling adventurous, okay?”

I wink at her and pick Vincent up in my arms, and Lydia nods nervously at me and waves goodbye as I walk back to Dominic. I can feel her eyes watching me as I

“How’d it go?” he whispers as we pack our bags and put Vincent back into his stroller.

“You’d better start thinking over your plans for tonight, because I think you’re about to win the bet,” I told him, and I flashed him a mischievous smile.

Veronica

The view of the beach from our balcony is downright gorgeous. I so totally love this hotel. I don’t know how Dominic found this place, but he somehow found a beach-side penthouse suite with a balcony and hot tub for less than a run-down bed and breakfast back home. I lean back in my beach chair and listen to the waves roll down below. What a fantastic vacation…

Tonight, I changed out of my one-piece swimsuit and opted instead for my favorite bikini. The smooth green halter-top hugs my full breasts beautifully and keeps the girls looking downright magnificent, and the bottom has a gentle scoop in the front to bare a little more skin—nothing too raunchy, but just enough to pretend I’m being a little daring.

A little daring? I’m waiting for my babysitter to come downstairs to play…

I put Vincent to bed well over an hour ago, and then Lydia excused herself to go clean up for the evening. I heard her get in the shower, but I haven’t seen her since. No idea where Dominic is, either—he’s probably trying to figure out what he wants to do tonight since he won the bet.

Or at least, I think he won the bet. I won’t know for certain until—

—until our gorgeous, innocent Lydia walks out onto the balcony, still wearing her black bikini beneath a translucent, floral-pattern beach wrap. She flashes me a nervous smile as she sits in the chair beside mine. My eyes immediately latch onto her long, smooth legs where her wrap parts at the hip. How did I not notice that her swimsuit had a side-tie? It’s so hard to resist just plucking at that string right now and getting the fun started without Dominic!

No, be good, I tell myself. He won the bet. Wait for him.

“You look great, Lydia,” I told her, returning her smile. “Where did you get that wrap?”

“Oh, thanks! It was on sale at the mall last winter,” she answers, blushing with embarrassment. She swallows hard as she tries to relax in her chair. “I knew I wanted it, but I had no idea when I’d ever get a chance to go to the beach again. I’m glad I bought it now.”

I smile and nod, but resist saying what’s on my mind. So am I, Lydia. I’m glad you bought it too.

Lydia goes silent again, but I can’t help but see where her eyes keep going. They keep flitting in my direction, looking not at my face but at the rest of me—at my round breasts, the curve of my hips, at all the ways our bodies are so different from each other’s.

“I… I like your swimsuit,” Lydia stammers, looking away again. “It looks so good on you.”

It’s my turn to feel a little embarrassed now, and when I giggle at her compliment, I’m amazed at how much I sound like a little schoolgirl all over again. And here I thought I’d grown up and moved past all the social awkwardness!

“It certainly does the job,” I say. “Some women bounce right back after childbirth, but me? Heck no. Even after I lost all the baby weight, the curves just sort of… stayed around. I’m just glad I found something that looks good on me.”

The babysitter nods slowly and then looks out at the waves again.

A cool night breeze blows in and chills my bare skin. Whatever Dominic’s plans for the night involve, he’s just going to have to deal with them involving the hot tub now. I rise to my feet, flip the switch, and listen as the tub bubbles noisily.

“Come back inside with me while the water warms up,” I told Lydia as she shivered in her chair. “No point staying out in the cold.”

She nods and follows me back in through the sliding glass door, and then we sit together on the sofa beside the master's bed. I pour myself a glass of cabernet from the bottle beside the bed—God bless high-class hotels—but Lydia declines when I offer her a glass. Right, she’s only twenty. My bad.

“Mrs. Benette…” she starts, and then her voice trails off as she stares out at the beach. I wait for her to finish, but she only shakes her head. “Never mind.”

“Oh come on,” I teased, scooting in close to her and running my fingertips ticklishly down her bare shoulder. “Whatever it is, you can ask me.”

She lies back on the bed and takes a deep breath. My eyes explored her body, from her delicate toes up to her one exposed leg, lingering at the black tie at her hip before going up over her bare, flat, perfectly smooth midriff. Her breasts, perky and young… the beautiful, delicate curve of her shoulder…

“What was it like being pregnant?” she asks quietly.

“Um… well, that’s a long answer,” I answered nervously. “Why do you ask? Are you… are you pregnant?”

My chest tightens at the thought. Is that why she hadn’t talked about our time together in the last month? Did Dominic get her pregnant when I shared her with him? No—it’s impossible. She’d have told me. I know it. It was over a month ago, so I’d be seeing signs by now.

“Me? No way! I mean, of course not,” she stammers. “I’m just… curious. What was it like when you were pregnant?”

Oh thank God, I think, letting out a sigh of relief. I was worried when she forgot her birth control—that wasn’t part of the plan last month. Lydia will make a wonderful mother some day, but she should be picking her own dreamboat to be the father, not me.

“Well… it’s the greatest, most amazing, most god awful shitty nine months of your life,” I answered with a sheepish smile, and she stared back at me in confusion. “Like, one week you feel downright radiant, beautiful, like being pregnant is the best thing in the world, and then next week you barf your guts up and wonder what the heck you were thinking.”

Lydia listens as I tell her the whole story—my swelling body, the way my breasts grew full and round, the way my hair became downright gorgeous, the way I couldn’t stand the sight of half the foods I used to crave and suddenly wanted nothing but spinach and pickles—and she nods in wide-eyed comprehension, showing no signs of discomfort as I go into way too much detail.

“That’s the thing, Lydia,” I concluded. “Some days it’s a blessing, the best thing in the world. Other days… well, you just want to cry into some ice cream and slap your husband for ever agreeing to your stupid idea. Then the next thing you know, it’s all over and you have the most perfect, beautiful baby in your arms. Suddenly, the questions and questions all seem so stupid and you know it was totally worth it.”

Lydia all but glowed when I looked up again, her angelic smile beaming brightly against her tanned skin and wavy brown hair. God, she’s so gorgeous, so young and perfect in every way I can possibly imagine.

“It sounds wonderful,” she whispers, and I smile and nod at her.

“It certainly was for me, at least,” I answered, and I checked the clock. Dominic’s been missing for almost an hour now. Where the hell is he?

Lydia leans in against me, her hand inching closer and closer to my bare leg as she places her head on my shoulder. Screw this—I’m done waiting for Dominic.

“I don’t know where my husband is, but I think I’m done waiting for him,” I whispered in her ear, and I clasped my hand around hers and pulled it up onto my leg. “There’s so much more I want to teach you—so many more ways to make your body sing that you’ve never even tried. Let me show you, Lydia.”

The girl hesitates, innocent nervousness lighting up in her eyes as I slide her hand slowly up my leg. Her fingertips are smooth and warm against my body, and I move her hand inward between my thighs as it rises higher and higher. She understands where I’m going, and she takes tentative control and curls her fingers in against the sheer material of my bikini bottom. Her fingertips brush against me through the thin fabric and I can’t help but shiver as my body starts to wake up.

“Slow and gentle at first,” I whispered, leisurely guiding Lydia’s hand up and down against my body, feeling her fingers pressing in lightly against my p***y through my swimsuit. She gradually gains confidence and I release her hand, letting her play and explore for herself. She increases the pressure a little, pushing in harder against my lips, and I take in a sharp breath as a fire flickers to life deep inside my core. My heart beats quicker and my mind swims as I watch beautiful young Lydia play—as I watch her discover how a woman’s body really works. The nervousness in her eyes is long gone now, replaced instead by curiosity and longing. A pink flush slowly grows in her cheeks as she watches my reaction to her touch, as I grab my breasts through my halter bikini top and roll my thumbs around my stiffening n*****s. God, she feels so good!

“Let me show you how this feels, Lydia,” I tell her, gasping as she quickens her pace, and then I roll on my side and reluctantly pull her hand away. It feels so good that I don’t want her to stop, but this isn’t just about me—it’s about her pleasure too. It’s about the pleasure I get from teaching her, from pulling back the curtain around her naïve, innocent soul and showing her the world of pleasure waiting for her.

I took Lydia’s shoulders in my hand and lay her back on the bed, my eyes locked rolled to hers as I gently rolled over on top of her, straddling her trim, tight body with my legs on either side of her. She’s nervous but excited—more than excited, even. She wants this. She remembers how it felt when my husband and I took her last time, and she wants even more.

“Close your eyes, Lydia,” I tell her, and she squeezes them shut as I slowly run my hands over her cheeks and trace her jaw line with my fingertips. My palms ran down her neck, down the gentle slope to her shoulders, and then dropped onto her pert young breasts. Her n*****s peak at my touch, hardening and standing tall as I slowly massage her through the fabric of her bikini top. It looks so good on her, so perfectly revealing that it’s all I can do not to just yank it up and off of her. All in good time, I tell myself.

Instead, I lower my head to her chest and slowly leave a line of kisses down her sternum. She gasps and squirms as my lips touch her sensitive skin, but I still don’t stop. Instead, I grab her hands and pull them down at her sides, pinning her beneath me as my kisses reach her breasts. I close my teeth gently around her left n****e through her bikini top, rolling my jaw to carefully, slowly drag my teeth along her n****e. She cries out and clutches at my wrists as I hold her down. Her fingernails dig into my skin as she writhes in pleasure. This is what I loved about her when we first claimed her for ourselves—the way she ignites into an animal frenzy, the way she reacts like everything she’s experiencing is the best she’s ever felt. Just teasing her is enough to make me wet with desire.

“I want you to play with yourself, Lydia,” I whispered to her, releasing her hands from my grip. “I want you to play with yourself like you just did with me.”

She moans as I squeeze her breasts between my hands, kneading and massaging her through the tight cups of her bikini top. She slips her hand slowly down her body, between my legs as I straddle her, and then finally touches herself through her swimsuit bottom. I look down at her fingers as she explores, as she pushes her middle-finger in against her tender lips through the thin fabric.

“Good girl,” I purred in her ear. “It feels wonderful, doesn’t it?”

She moans and arches her back as she slowly runs her fingers up and down against her body, and I smile as I see the first sign of wetness on her swimsuit. As she arches upward toward me, I lean in close and kiss her breasts again, setting off a chain reaction of shivers through her body. She’s so turned on now that I know she’ll do anything for me.

“Just one more thing, Lydia,” I told her, and I gently took her free hand in mine.

To be continued ....Part 3 Desire of Babysitter