At the time, we lived down in Florida, in a high-end gated community outside of Orlando. We had a large home that we enjoyed, particularly the large Jacuzzi and pool. We spent many a night naked in the hot tub, cocktail in hand, watching the Disney fireworks six miles away and then making our own fireworks. But this isn't about one of those times.
Another feature that I truly appreciated was the oversized, gourmet kitchen. At one end of the kitchen was a dual island – one side was for prepping food and the other side, higher by six inches was an area for eating. One night, quite by accident, we discovered that the island was perfect for sex.
I'm quite tall, 6' 6" so the prep side of the island was slightly below crotch level. After the kids had gone to bed, Trish was finishing the clean up in the kitchen. I came down the second staircase, which ended in the kitchen on the other side of the island. I quietly stopped at the end of the steps and watched her finish up. The waning sunlight was coming in through the window over the sink, lighting up hair with a halo. That night she was wearing a one piece sundress and she was going commando – no bra or panties. The dress clung to her delicious curves and I enjoyed watching her as I felt the familiar stirring in my loins.
She turned around to put something away and spied me spying on her. She smiled and I came into the kitchen and to her. I kissed her and caressed her in the small of the back, something that always puts her into the mood. After several minutes, I picked her up and put her on the island and continued to kiss her. I pulled her to the edge of the counter so she could wrap her legs around me. It was then that we made the discovery that the island was the perfect height for us to make love on, as the bulge in my pants bumped into her crotch. We both realized at once the possibilities.
I reached for my belt, unfastened it and undid the snap on my jeans, letting them fall to the floor. Trish reached for my cock through my boxers and freed my seven-and-a-half inches of hardened flesh. She pushed up her sundress and guided me to her smooth, shaved pussy, leaning back against the breakfast bar portion of the island as I sank into her up to my pubic hair. I started a leisurely screw, taking my time entering her and sliding out of her.
Trish lay there with a smile on her face and reached down to play with her clit. She teased herself with light flicks and harder tugs at her nub. I soon recognized from her heavy breathing and her rolled back eyes that she was about to come. I sped up my plunging and we climaxed together as my knees buckled slightly as I shot into her. It wasn't a long fuck, but it was memorable, not only for that day, but for what happened several days later.
We were going out to meet friends for a late night of drinking and dancing. I had just put our daughter to bed while Trish was finishing getting ready for the evening. She came out of the bedroom wearing a tight, black cocktail dress. She looked amazing as her breasts were highlighted by the low v-neck of the dress. She came into the kitchen and I couldn't help myself; I just couldn't keep my hands off of her. I kissed her and backed her to the island, again picking her up and placing her onto it and pulling her dress up to her waist. She tried to push it down, warning me that the babysitter was due shortly, but I persisted and convinced her we had time for a quickie.
I plowed into her and soon came. I pulled up my pants and Trish slid off the counter and as she did, some of our mixed juices came out of her pussy and onto the counter. She turned around, scooped it up and put it into her mouth. She then grabbed my head and slid her tongue into my mouth sharing it with me. Our kiss was broken by a knock at the back door. Our babysitter, Tiffany had arrived; we had finished just in time.
We went out and had a great time with our friends. The next day, Trish went shopping and I worked out of my home office. Around noon, the bell rang and I went to answer it. I was surprised to see Tiffany there and I invited her in. She accepted my offer and I led her into the kitchen to find out what I could do for her. She walked past the island and swept her hand over it and then stuck a finger into her mouth suggestively, sucking it deep into her mouth as her lips formed an "O" around it. What was that all about; had she seen us the night before. She then hopped onto the island and turned to face me.
"Mr. R," Tiffany started, "I saw you and Mrs. R. last night and I haven't been able to put it out of my mind. I played with myself after you left and several times until you came home and again this morning. It hasn't helped. I want what I saw last night."
I couldn't believe this. Not only were we busted last night, but here was our babysitter wantonly coming on to me. Tiffany was 19 and living at home while commuting to a local college. She was short, only about 5' 2." She still had some baby fat but it only contributed to her sweet innocent look. Her red hair and green eyes accented her milky white and fair skin. However, it was difficult to see her face as your eyes were drawn to her chest. She had a large chest, at least a 38D and she liked to show it off, wearing low neck lines and fancy, colorful push up bras. Many times I had seen her tits as she bent over to pick up our daughter. Many times I had thought about what they would look like without the shirt and bra and now it appeared I might have my chance.
