“You’ve been watching too much porn, bro,” said Devon, while Sabrina also chipped in, saying that he was only jealous because he wanted to join them for a threesome.
“Everyone man’s dream,” joked Marcia, as the table enjoyed their joke at Connor’s expense.
Chapter 6
Marcia glanced at her phone under the table. The display flashed up 10:25. She only had a few more minutes to wait until she would have to leave. The men at the table – and a couple of the women, Sabrina included – were enjoying brandy after the meal, while Marcia was sipping on a camomile tea. She’d decided quite early during the evening that she wouldn’t take any alcohol, and it had been quite instructive (as it always is in these situations) to watch the behaviour of the others as they got a little stoked.
The real eye-opener had been Sabrina, who was sitting between Marcia and Jeff, whose wife was sitting across the table next to Connor. She had always had a mouth on her, and as the evening progressed she treated the company to a number of risqué jokes as well as acidic comments on some of the less reputable members of her profession. She also seemed to become increasingly friendly with Jeff as the night wore on. At one point, her right hand disappeared beneath the table and it was all Marcia could do not to imagine where it might have made landfall. She managed a surreptitious glance across at Jeff, on the pretext of beckoning a waiter over, but noted nothing out of the ordinary in his demeanour. Anyway, the errant hand soon reappeared as the chat turned to the table prize draw which was about to take place.
Marcia checked her phone again and saw that it was time to go. Everyone was sorry to see her go but she realized they’d soon forget all about her with the draw and the highlight of the evening, the singing and dancing still to look forward to. She offered her cheek to each of the men and women in turn before receiving a big cheer (from beyond just the confines of her own table) when she gave Connor a big wet kiss on the lips. It was to the bawdy cries of the men and the hysterical laughter of the women that she made her way to the hotel entrance and thence into her car, which arrived as if by magic almost before she had stepped into the cool night air.
Once she’d belted up, Marcia saw the fragrant spray mist on the passenger seat and applied a liberal amount to her mouth, tasting it against her teeth. She drove back more slowly than she had come, but since there was so little traffic about she arrived home in 20 minutes. As she drove into the driveway she noted that there was very little light coming from the house. Her immediate thought was that Alyssa had fallen asleep on the couch.
She made her way in, quietly, as if she didn’t want to wake the babysitter, and walked into the living room. A floor lamp was on but apart from that there was no one here. She checked the kitchen, the downstairs bathroom and the utility room, but they were all dark and unoccupied. With a mounting sense of expectation that she could only compare to the feeling you get when you are watching a thriller, she began to ascend the stairs. She paused on the landing half way up to check if she could hear any noise. She couldn’t, but she could see the band of light cast by the night light in the kids’ room, and – “Oh my God!” – she sensed rather than saw the light coming from her bedroom, the bedroom she shared with Connor.
After one minute, maybe two, composing herself, practising what she would say to the girl, politely asking her to leave, telling her she had taken advantage of her situation and that they wouldn’t be using her again, she walked to the top of the stairs and paused again before turning to her left. As soon as she turned, she was able to see what she had been picturing in her imagination for some minutes now: Alyssa lying on the bed, dressed not in her old jeans but in the sexy nightdress Marcia had bought in celebration of the twelfth year of her marriage to Connor.
“Oh, fuck!” Marcia spoke under her breath, but loudly enough so that the girl could hear.
She had once last opportunity to do the right thing. She could stride into the room, turn the lights on, and give Alyssa five (no, two) minutes to get dressed and get out of her house. Instead, she walked softly into the sanctuary she shared with her husband, closed the door gently, kicked off her shoes and walked to the side of the bed nearest to where Alyssa was lying. She then turned her back to the babysitter in a clear invitation for her to unzip her dress.
Alyssa moved across the bed like a panther and did as she had wordlessly been bidden. She let her hands accompany the blue fabric as it slid down her sides, over her hips and past her thighs. She marvelled at the firmness and roundness of the married woman’s butt. She removed the bands and clips holding up Marcia’s chestnut hair and watched as the older woman shook it loose. She moved her hands unerringly to the clasp on her bra and released the teeth. The flaps flew aside but the bra remained in place, supported by those tits that Alyssa had so often thought about. Again, without a word spoken by either woman, Marcia turned round to face Alyssa, who kneeled high on the bed so that they were at almost the same height.
“The bra can look after itself,” Alyssa reasoned.
She moved the short distance into Marcia and began kissing her, softly at first, as she had intended. Something snapped in the older woman and she dove her tongue deep into Alyssa’s mouth and pushed her roughly back onto the bed. Alyssa watched as the bra fell on its own initiative to the floor. Marcia’s boobs were even more incredible than she had imagined them to be.
Lying on top of the younger girl, Marcia began to rub her private parts furiously against Alyssa’s. She thought she couldn’t be any more turned on than she already was but the thought of the babysitter stealing into her room and going through her clothes until she found her nightdress took her libido to heights she had never known. She wanted to call Alyssa names but decided not to. Instead she sought out the babysitter’s mouth once more and continued where she had left off, her tongue ravaging Alyssa’s mouth. Taking the girl’s arms she made her defenceless by raising them above her head and then using one hand to capture them both around the wrist. She moved her spare hand to Alyssa’s perky tits and was about to kneed them through the silk fabric when she had a change of plan. The minx needed to be taught a lesson.
Her hand continued down until it reached the hem of the nightie, which had ridden up well above the knee. Moving her hand under the shiny silk, she arrived at a pair of what were clearly extremely skimpy panties (so that’s what the girl was carrying in her backpack!) and slipped her fingers under the flimsy barrier presented by one of the leg openings. She paused there for a moment to allow the desire to build up in her seductress before (still kissing her passionately) letting one finger sink into her pussy.
She could feel rather than hear Alyssa crying out into her mouth. It was so incredibly sensual that Marcia slipped a second finger into her pussy, which was so wet that Marcia thought it could double for a well. The thought of all that liquid made Marcia feel so dry that she knew there was only one way to slake her thirst. Alyssa’s mouth could wait.
She moved lithely along Alyssa’s tight little body until her head was between her legs. She knew she had reached her destination by the odour that was positively assaulting her nostrils. Leaving the flimsy outer garment on, she peeled down the girl’s red panties. What serendipity, she thought, that they matched her sexy outfit! It was quite dark in the room, but she could go perfectly well by touch and smell. She parted the slender petals that stood guard over her pussy and dipped a finger into her vagina, which sucked it in greedily as if it didn’t want to let it go.
She knew what the girl wanted, though, and she had no intention of disappointing her, since she wanted it too. Withdrawing her finger with a little plop!, she replaced it with her tongue. She’d read about this in magazines in cellophane wrappers she had bought from the top shelf of gas stations in out of town gas stations. She moved her muscle as languidly as she could up and down Alyssa’s gash and then alighted on her clitoris, which was not difficult to locate. Alyssa gasped and indicated she wanted more, there. A minute or so was all it took for Marcia to drive the girl over the edge. She felt so much in control. What a wonderful feeling it was!
Chapter 7
She wanted to revisit her pussy proper, but Alyssa had other ideas. Being more experienced than the older woman, she knew the benefits of delayed gratification and had developed the patience and range of skills necessary to achieve it with her partners. She had to admit she was tempted to break her rules with Marcia but she took a couple of deep breaths and, getting her to lie in the centre of the bed, kissed her once again on the mouth (this time less feverishly) before dropping to Marcia’s chest, which she had been unable to get out of her mind even when the married woman was licking her out. They were quite simply the most perfect pair of tits she had ever laid her eyes upon.
“I knew you had fabulous breasts,” Alyssa said, “but not that they were this perfect.”
“I couldn’t believe it when I saw you lying on my bed in my nightdress,” said Marcia. “Even in my wildest fantasies you were never doing that.”
“It’s much better than make-belief, isn’t it?” Alyssa added.
“I think I’m about to find out. I hope I did a good enough job for a rookie.”
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