Of course, nothing's simple, and so I contented myself with the opportunity to see her when she arrived for a few minutes each week. My wife and I would leave her with our baby son, and my wife would drop me off on her way to work.
One gorgeous hot day in late spring, Jill arrived in a stunning outfit that I could only glance at as I walked out the door: short white cutoff shorts and a sheer top that showed a white bikini top underneath. She flashed a cute smile and said, "I've got it under control, have a fun day at work!"
I arrived at work only to find that all three of my meetings had been cancelled. I had left much of my other work projects at home, so I caught the bus back to my neighborhood. It was about an hour after leaving that I walked into the house, which was quiet. Heading back to my room, I saw something in the backyard as I picked up a book. It was Jill and my little boy. Jill had my son playing on a blanket in the shade while she lay on a black towel on her belly. She read a book, sunglasses framing her face as she slowly sucked on her lower lip. But what blew my mind was the first chance to see her nearly naked body. Her toenails were painted a peachy tone, and they curled and dangled as one foot lazily swung in the air. My eyes followed her long, lean, calves past the nape of her knee. Even lying down, her thighs had shape and tone, with a gentle crease as they met her white bikini bottom, which almost looked nude compared to her skin tone, save for the tie on the side. Her white top lay untied on the black towel, the rounded sides of her breasts pressing out past her shoulder blades, which lifted as her arms cradled a book.
I watched for what might have been minutes, but felt timeless. The sun shone, her skin so white, the only movement her gently curling toes and the slow sucking of her bottom lip. I thought that if I waited, she might turn over for topless tanning, but then worried about her catching view of me. Instead, I thought I should take advantage of the chance to walk out and see her up close without being too creepy.
I put down my folder and headed around back, stepping out into the heat of the late morning. I walked toward the back, wondering what I could say, what my excuse would be, what I would do if she freaked out. As I saw Jill I spoke out, "hey, Jill, I'm home!" She turned, putting her book down splayed open. I couldn't see her eyes behind her sunglasses, but her face spread into a big smile as she looked over her shoulder and let out a friendly, "Hey!"
"This is a surprise! I hope you don't mind we came out for some fresh air?" She said, reaching to tie her top in the back, "It's such a great day to get some sun... I hope you don't mind finding me out here like this," she said as she turned over, her breasts and flat belly on display.
"Not at all." Quickly, I decided to flirt, "I think you just made my day."
"You're sweet."
I said, "Looking for romance?"
She looked surprised, "Ummm, maybe you're being a bit forward?"
I pointed to her book, "I mean your book. Looks like a love story."
"Oh, absolutely! No matter how stressed out and frantic I am, my story studs always love me."
I smiled, "I'm sure there are many of those lined up in real life. You look great."
"Well," she said, "there aren't many guys in my major, and I don't go clubbing, so I'm still waiting after breaking up last month with Eric."
"I can hardly believe that, every guy must want to get his hands on you."
"Well, too bad for you, you just missed your chance to put my lotion on."
There was a pause for both of us, just a moment. I smiled at her, and she took off her sunglasses. "Since you're home, do you want to put your son down for his nap?"
"Sure, that would be nice." I helped pick up her stuff and my son, and took him to his crib. He fussed just a bit, but then fell asleep for what was always a solid hour or slightly more. As I walked back into the living room, Jill sat on the couch. "See," she said, folding down the top of her bikini bottom just a bit, "I tan. It doesn't show much, and it takes careful work not to burn, but it helps with some color," revealing how her skin was slightly lighter. Of course, pulling her bottom was an invitation to take a peek at her grooming. I could make out the faint outline of a small patch of hair, and she must have groomed closely to show me as much of her skin as she did.
"Ummm, yeah, you also don't have any freckles where you don't get sun. That's a difference, too."
"Really?" She rolled over and pulled aside her bottom to reveal a buttock, "How about here?"
"Looks delicious" I joked, "Just creamy skin." She looked in my eyes, and I decided to go for it, "You look incredible." I looked into her eyes. "I'm blown away."
"Thanks." She said, "it feels nice to be admired." She let her arm rest on her thigh, and her gaze dropped. "Umm, so, you're headed right back to work?"
"Well, my meetings were cancelled, so I came home to get a book for a paper I'm writing. I want to get ahead on a deadline." I said, sitting down next to Jill.
Jill leaned back, "So, nothing pressing?"
"No, not really."
"And your wife's working all day, and your son will sleep for an hour, too? So it's just you and me?"
"I guess," I said. The corner of Jill's mouth curled into a smile, and she bit her lip like she had done outside.
"Mmmmm." she said. I looked at her eyes.
She laughed a bit, and said, "Hmmm..." then leaned in, putt her head on my shoulder and cooed, "Mmmm..."
"Mmmm..." I hummed back. "You're still warm from the sun."
"I feel a bit hot," she said. "Maybe it's the romance novel. It's a story about a babysitter who sits for a widower. They fall in love, of course, and the sex is hot..." Her hand traced across her thigh, as her other leg lifted as she leaned into me more. "It is a fantasy of probably every college girl. To have a husband and a son, but not really have any of the responsibility. You know, just to play. Like, for me to pretend that we're married, that we just put our son down for a nap."
I sat there, a lump in my throat, hands cold at having such an amazing young woman saying this, knowing where it could be headed.
"So, you said you had nothing pressing at the office?" Jill smiled.
"No, nothing pressing."
"What about here?" She asked, sliding her hand to my crotch, finding me already hard. "Oh, you do have some pressing business here, don't you."
She quickly rolled, straddling me, her arms on my shoulders and her crotch right on my hardness. "It would be fun to play with you," she said, planting a quick kiss on my check as she gently ground into my cock. "Wanna play with me?"
She whispered in my ear, her breath hot in my ear, her hair covering my eyes. "You don't have to answer," she breathed, her lip touching my ear, "I can feel what you want. It's okay, we can just play. We won't fuck. Maybe you can get me off... it's been too long. Okay?"
She stuck her tongue into my ear, then whispered, "You do want to make me come, don't you?"
I moaned, but she didn't relent, dropping her mouth to my neck and sucking like a vampire. "Do you want a hickey? So your wife will know?"
"No, please, no."
She stayed attached, gently sucking, licking, and biting, as her hands felt my side and then moved to her own bottom. She slid a finger inside her bikini, then came to my nose. "Smell."
I was intoxicated, and grabbed her finger with my mouth, sucking sour taste. "I need that," I said.
She pushed me down on the couch and climbed up, her cunt an inch from my mouth. Jill sat on me and held my hands back. "No hands." she said. Her hands grabbed the bows on the side of her bottom, and she tugged them open. Her bikini bottom was untied, but hung loosely just inches from my mouth. "Tell me what you want." She smiled down at me.
"I want to taste you, Jill."
"I'm not Jill, I'm your wife. Call me Terri."
"I want to taste you, Terri."
She smiled. "Say it again."
"I need to taste you."
Jill grabbed the white fabric and pulled it off. She had a neatly trimmed "V" that was just a hint darker than her hair. Her lips and all around was clean shaven. Being in my mid-30s, I had just missed the whole grooming thing, and it was so beautiful to see up close.
She arched her pelvis upward and forward, and she opened up, releasing her wonderful pungent smell, mixed with the coconut sunscreen she had on. "Your tongue," she said, holding herself an inch from my mouth, as her hand grabbed my hair and kept my head in place. I pushed out my tongue toward her, but she pulled back.