Part 6
"Tim...Tim? I lost my key card. Can you let me in?" Samantha shouted through the door.
Tim and Dan pulled themselves out of Madison quickly. She giggled as she watched the two grown men panic.
"Oh Fuck!" Tim hoarsely whispered.
"What's going on with her?" Dan asked. Her lack of seriousness was putting him on edge.
"I swear she gets off on this shit."
For a moment both men watched as Madison continued to smile and play with herself. Only another set of knocks on the door snapped them out of it.
"I've got an idea." Dan said
Tim let his wife into the room. He put an arm around her and began to explain.
"I'm sorry honey. It was going to be a surprise." He said
"Tim and Madison wanted a picture together while they were dressed their best." Dan continued.
"It was going to be for your Christmas present. Dan said I could work it off with more babysitting. A few late nights at his house would be enough I'm sure." Madison added
Both men shared a secret glance as they prayed Samantha hadn't heard the innuendo in Madison's words.
"Oh...well...I guess I'm just glad you two are getting along. I was worried you were avoiding each other when I was around." Samantha said.
To further prove to his wife that he and Madison were in fact getting along. Tim had decided to take his step-daughter on small weekend trip. It was going to be just the two of them. His family had long owned a beach house a few hours away. When his grandfather had passed it had landed in Tim's brother Greg's possession. Tim didn't like his brother all that much. He had always been a pain in his ass. When they did see each other once a year at Christmas, Greg would spend half his time hitting on Samantha. He had also made some remarks about Madison that didn't sit well with Tim but he wasn't sure he was in a position to judge these days.
Tim had asked Greg for use of the beach house and with only a little begging he was able to get it. He had been forced to explain it was a bonding trip with his step-daughter and Greg made an inappropriate joke about a weekend away with a teenage girl but Tim ignored it. He didn't want to blow the weekend. He had needed this badly after all. Since the wedding he had been staying far from Madison except when her mother around to see it.
The drive up the coast had been a pleasant one. They had been barely off the street before Tim felt Madison's hand on his crotch, nearly out of town before her hand was in his pants and only half way their before she had her full face in his lap.
*Hoooon hoooon*
"Hey that bitch give good head?" A passing trucker yelled
His truck left him sitting high enough that he had perfect view into the wide windows of the minivan. Tim nearly swerved off the road with surprise. Once his heart beat found its proper pace he decided to make a show of it. Grabbing the back of her head he raised his hips to roughly fuck Madison in the mouth. He made a good show of it and the driver gave him a thumbs up before pulling ahead.
"Gonna use that later my man. Thanks!" The driver shouted.
*Hoooon Hoooon*.
Tim arrived at the beach house with plenty of daylight to spare. Greg had told him to make himself at home and after dropping their bags he did. He started by raiding a beer from the fridge. It was the expensive pretentious kind but he hadn't paid for it so it was perfect. As he lay out on the wicker couch facing the water Madison walked into view.
Tim thought his eyes might fall out of his head. He had seen her dressed and he had seen her naked, hell he had seen her painted with jizz but he hadn't seen her like this before. Madison was wearing possibly the least amount of fabric she could get away with. Even then he wasn't sure she wouldn't be getting some dirty looks in public. Her tiny gold swimsuit covered nothing plus a little more. Her areolas peaked out around the cloth in a way that was somehow even more erotic than if he could see them. String that was little more than fishing line criss-crossed her body leading to a small patch about the size of a wrist watch. It lay between her legs and covered her just perfectly in a way an older woman wouldn't have been able to get away with.
"You like?" Madison asked with a twirl.
"Fuck yah I do."
Madison made an act of turning and stretching for the ceiling and then down to her toes. The string did nothing to cover her rear entrance. If she wanted to she would be able to display it on a moment's notice.