The Setup
Like many young women, I used to babysit for extra cash when I was in high school. So when a friend of my parents reached out on short notice, I was happy to take the job. They needed someone to watch their young son while they attended an evening wedding that coming Saturday night.
I arrived about 10 minutes early and was greeted by David at the door. He was a handsome gentleman in his early 30s with short black hair and striking hazel eyes. He filled out his suit nicely, and I found myself admiring his looks.
David offered to show me around the house while his wife Janice finished getting ready. The house was cozy but elegant. He led me to the playroom where their son was engrossed in a TV show. After introducing me to the kitchen, he took me to the back porch, which offered a stunning view of the river. There, he pointed out the large hot tub, suggesting I could use it after his son went to bed. When I mentioned I didn’t have a swimsuit, he smiled and said there were usually spares in the bathroom off the kitchen.
Back inside, Janice was waiting. She was stunning, with long dark red hair, green eyes, and an hourglass figure that her dress accentuated beautifully. David took me upstairs to show me their son’s room and explain the bedtime routine. As he spoke, I couldn’t help but notice his eyes lingering on my chest, and I felt a tingle as my nipples hardened in response.
The Babysitting
They left for the wedding, promising to be back between 12 and 1 a.m. The actual babysitting was uneventful. Their son ate dinner, played a bit, and went to bed without much fuss. By 8:30, he was asleep, and my thoughts turned to the hot tub.
I went out to the porch and inspected the hot tub. It was easy to open, and the thermometer read 101 degrees. I went back inside to the bathroom and found two swimsuits: a modest one-piece and a very skimpy string bikini. Given my figure, the one-piece was out of the question.
The bikini top was white and see-through when wet, and the red bottoms were little more than floss. I adjusted the strings for a decent fit and headed outside, shivering in the cold November air. The hot water was a welcome relief, and I quickly settled into the lounging chair.
The Hot Tub
As I lay there, my mind drifted back to David’s lingering gaze and the accidental brush of his arm against my chest. I felt a familiar tingle between my legs and my nipples hardened. I moved a hand between my thighs, caressing myself over the bikini bottom. The fabric worked its way between my lips, rubbing against me in a way that excited me.
I untied the strings of the bottoms, stuffing them inside me. The sensation was incredible as I pulled the fabric in and out, pinching my nipples for added pleasure. I brought myself to two orgasms this way, the second lasting longer than the first.
An Unexpected Arrival
As I was preparing for a third orgasm, I heard the front door open and close. Janice came out to the porch, announcing they were home early because the bride had gotten wasted. She couldn’t see into the tub clearly, so she didn’t notice my state of undress. She mentioned they usually didn’t bother with swimsuits when it was just them, and I impulsively invited them to join me.
The Invitation
To my surprise, Janice said they would be right back with suits on. David returned first, wearing a tight bathing suit that left little to the imagination. He sat on the edge of the tub, facing me, and I noticed the outline of his excitement.
Janice soon followed, wrapped in a towel. She explained that she couldn’t find a suit that fit and usually didn’t bother when it was just the two of them. Emboldened by the night’s events, I told her it didn’t bother me if she joined us without one.
She dropped the towel, revealing her perfect, hairless body. She moved to sit on David’s lap, facing me, and he began massaging her shoulders. She asked if I was uncomfortable, and I assured her I wasn’t.
The Confession
We talked about our nights, and during a lull in the conversation, David whispered to Janice that he hoped it wasn’t over yet. I blurted out that I was sure it wasn’t, blushing at my boldness. Janice then asked me if I had ever had sex. I admitted I had, sharing details about my previous boyfriend.
As we spoke, David’s hands moved from Janice’s shoulders to her chest and then between her thighs. She asked what I liked about sex, and I confessed that I enjoyed being looked at and the attention. I liked how it felt to be touched and vulnerable.
The Action Begins
David stood up, and Janice slid off him, standing beside him in the tub. He pulled off his swimsuit, standing naked before me. I stood up too, revealing my nakedness. I reached between my thighs and slowly pulled out the bikini bottom, watching him grow even harder. I dropped the top, spun around, and sat down in front of him, inviting him to massage me.
He started gently, but soon his hands were on my breasts, and his fingers between my thighs. I had my third orgasm as he expertly played with me. He then moved over to Janice, who had positioned herself between his cheeks. He grew hard again as she pleasured him, and I bent over, inviting him to take me.
The Climax
David entered me roughly, using me for his pleasure. It felt incredible. He reached around, squeezing my breasts as I came again, my whole body stiffening. He continued until he stiffened, moaning as he filled me with his cum.
I collapsed into the hot tub, exhausted but satisfied. David announced it was time for bed and went inside. Janice asked if I was done and offered a shower, which I declined, saying it sounded fun for next time.
The Departure
I walked back into the house, grabbed my clothes, and got dressed. David, now dressed, thanked me and handed me an envelope with extra pay. He assured me I was their top choice for babysitting.
I babysat for them many times that year, each time enjoying myself immensely. But there was something special about that first night, a night that awakened new desires and boundaries within me.
