The Girl_(2)

The Mom was a beautiful woman approaching the 40 year mark. She had kept her slim figure. When wearing a skirt to work, her long legs and great ass would make many girls half her age envy. She had kept most of here slender waistline despite giving birth to three children. Her hair was blond in a hundred golden and light shades and had a little natural curl. Mom didn’t shave her pussy. She trimmed of course and had a neat little triangle of hair, just the right size for her frame. Her breasts were quite small. You have to choose, she had told her husband a long time ago, a slim figure or big boobs. You can’t have both on the long run. It had appeared to be true. Most of her friends with larger bosoms had gone quite a lot wider during the years.

Two careers at their peak, three kids and a house on the countryside not far from Dublin had over the years been tearing the romance out of their marriage. To Mom, Dad did not seem to pay her any attention; he was distant and not listening and turning into a grumpy old man. To Dad, Mom had turned frigid and permanently in PMS mood. Which was the cause and which was the effect will never be sorted out, but both were true. The last time they had sex was more than 3 years ago. It was not lovemaking, it was mating. At a New Year’s Party, a slightly drunk Mom had asked Dad to grant her another child. And so he did. To his own great regret he succeeded in his very first try. Frustrating as that too was the first sex in a couple of years.

Dad was painfully aware that they had mated without a single kiss. He remembered the discussion between hookers in the movie “Pretty Woman” that kissing a customer is strictly forbidden, because with kisses comes emotions. Dad concluded that the mating on New Year’s was without emotions. Mom just lay there and waited for him to deliver. The last time Mom and Dad had kissed was more than six years ago. This bothered Dad a lot, but they never talked about it.

It happened, that Mom hurt her knee and needed surgery. For a few months she needed a lot of rest, had a lot of exercises to do and should only walk using crotches. That’s why the Girl was hired. She was not au pair, because she was not a foreigner, and she was not a full time nanny, because the kids weren’t infants. She was just a 20 year old babysitter from a town nearby with very long working hours, and just as Irish as the family themselves.

Dad never thought of the Girl as sexy. Even if she was. Both Mom and Dad saw her as the nicest possible person to help with the kids. An angel. A friendly face, big brown eyes and always in a good mood in a calm and relaxed way. Everybody loved her from the start. But she also had long dark brown hair, very tanned and firm legs, a waistline like a wasp and a very nice set of tits, quite big but not hanging – the kind that you only find on very young girls or if you pay for them. (She did indeed have both the slim figure and big boobs proving Moms theory wrong if it wasn’t for the on-the-long-run-clause)

But Dad never thought of her as sexy. Well – as a man he looked secretly like every man does at every hot girl. He was quite aware of her figure and qualities, but in his fantasies there was only room for Mom and anonymous women with no faces. And there were plenty of fantasies in Dads head. Not getting laid he spanked the monkey like he was 15 years old. Catholic priests turned to molesting little boys out of pure frustration and they didn’t even have to sleep next to the woman of their desire every night. Dad didn’t turn to those thoughts, but he did spend quite some time in the company of his right hand.

No, Dad never thought of the Girl as sexy. Until that Saturday in August. It was hot like hell. The kids were playing in an inflatable pool. Mom was chilling on a sunbed. Dad wasn’t. Being a ginger like a lot of Irish, he didn’t like the sun or the heat too much. And working in an office, he liked using his hands and his body on weekends. So he was building a tool shed – not a prefabricated one, but from scratch.

The Girl had been playing with the kids by the pool but now took a short break on another sunbed next to Mom. From behind the shed under construction, Dad glared at the two women, both lying with their feet towards him. Mom was laying face down, bra unhooked and wearing just panties. Dad loved that ass, and he loved the perfect curve of the back all the way up to the elegant neck which was visible because the golden hair was quickly pulled up with a rubber band. Mom used to do that.

The Girl was on her back, legs just slightly apart. She wore a simple pair of panties. Not laces, not a thong or G-string, just plain white cotton. They were kind of loose and baggy, but very very small. Dad could not make out the contour of her labia, but had not doubt, the Girl was completely shaven. Besides the tiny panties she was wearing a matching T-shirt – too loose fit to be considered a top, but so short, it would not even come close to cover her bellybutton. From where Dad was watching he could stare up under it and see the underside of her ample bosom. Dad always found the boob underside sexier. That is the part that a cleavage never shows.

That was the moment when Dad realised the Girl was hot. Lava hot. The part of him that was stuck in the workwear shorts – the only thing he was wearing – agreed with his eyes. The felt the bulge stretching the fabric. It wasn’t that Mom’s ass and back side wasn’t delicious, but he had watched that over and over again and not getting any – so just for the variation his eyes was glued to the much younger Girl. Feeling a bit ashamed too, he shortly continued working with wood and screws trying to take his mind off that nice piece of woman.

He didn’t notice the Girl getting up before she was standing just a few inches from him.

“I’m sorry,” she confessed in a whispering voice. “But the weather is so frickin hot and that makes me horny beyond my control.” She looked deep into Dads eyes with her big Bambi-eyes. “Would it be okay if I masturbated if I make sure the kids won’t notice”, she then asked.

“Fine by me”, Dad replied, caught so much by surprise that he had no other reaction than to stay cool. “But,” he added, “you might want to make sure Mom doesn’t notice either. I am guessing she won’t take it too well if she has to see you as a sexual being, even though that’s quite obvious.”

The Girl gave Dad a small nod and a smile, and returned to her sunbed. She laid down, just as she did before, only now with her right hand into the front of her panties, the legs slightly more apart and knees bent.

Dad tried very hard not to, but after a few minutes he couldn’t resist looking from behind the shed. Immediately they made eye contact.