Fuck, fuck fuck fuck. I ran to my car and tossed my bags in the back seat. Jeff was going to kill me! I sped out of the parking lot. Luckily Lucy’s day care was just down the road from the mall, but it was already five o’clock.
I pulled up and it was as I feared: Lucy was the only one on the playground. The attendant immediately started walking to my car. I rolled down the window.
“I know I know, I appreciate you babysitting extra -” his glare cut my off.
“I’m not a babysitter Mrs. Trello, I’m a child education specialist.” So high and mighty. He pointed to his name tag, which just made me chuckle. Who names their kid Peter when their last name is Held?
The chuckle didn’t amuse him. “Look, it’s a dollar a minute if you’re late, and double if you’re a repeat offender. That’s $135 Mrs. Trello.” My heart sank. Too much money. Not that it was tight, but no way was I going to play that to a glorified babysitter for an hour’s work. Besides the punishment Jeff would have in store when he saw the bill..
“Look, I paid last time. It’s just hard to run errands and manage our household. Can’t you cut me a break?” He wasn’t listening to a word I said. The only reason he hadn’t zoned out entirely was the view he had down my shirt; the scoop neck didn’t hide much from his high viewpoint. Maybe I could take advantage of that.
“It’s a no tolerance policy Mrs. Trello.” I leaned closer to the window, letting the scoop fall forward. His eyes were sucked down the opening. There was no way he couldn’t see my green bra.
“Surly there’s some leeway. What if I paid you half directly?” I rested my arm on the edge of the window, then used it as a shelf for my breasts. I could feel the sun’s warmth kiss between them and knew I was putting on a good show.
Peter shook his head no, but was too mesmerized to speak. I felt a surge of excitement, felt heat swell into my breasts and focus at the tips. It caused my nipples to swell, making them well known by pressing against my bra. I ‘subconsciously’ ran my hand down my shoulder and fiddled with the strap, causing the cup to occasionally open at the top and provide a peek underneath.
He stepped closer to the car, either to hide his excitement or to get a better look. “I can’t cut any corners,” he mumbled. I pulled the strap over my shoulder, and this time the cup opened up and stayed that way.
“Are you the last one here?” My voice kept it’s normal everyday cadence while my hand continued it’s naughty dance. It slid down my chest, running over my shirt and brushing my nipple. Mmm, that’s nice.
Peter slipped back to reality for a moment. “Yes.. yes I am.” I saw the wheels turning in his head, roughly at the speed my finger circled my nipple. He closed his eyes and regained his composure, then checked out the scene. Just him, my daughter and myself. He looked at the backseat, and I saw a lightbulb go on in his head.
“You come in and model what’s in that,” he motioned to the Victoria Secret bag, “And I’ll wave the fee this time.” His voice had grown bold and authoritative again. He had no idea what was in the bag, and my heart sank. I was hoping to get off with a quick flash and maybe a squeeze. But it was certainly better than paying. I nodded in agreement.
He opened the door for me and took the bag – what a gentleman. I went to shift my bra strap back up but he shook his head. “Leave it down. In fact..” He pulled my shirt down off my shoulder as well. The bra went with it, an suddenly I was walking in daylight with one tit out. Gone was any control I had over the situation. I quickly turned my back to the road.
Peter groaned and grabbed his crotch. We walked over to the playground. “Hi Lucy! I’ve got to go inside and discuss adult things with Peter. You be a good girl and come in and play in the toy room, okay?” Lucy wasn’t thrilled with the idea, but followed us inside.
“Mommy your boob is out!” She pointed and I blushed.
“Just a new style dear.” She nodded and then ran to play. Peter looked into the Victoria Secret bag and grinned. He pulled out the only item – an embroidered teddy – and tossed it to me. I took it and went to the little girl’s room.
It felt silly, changing into this delicate lump of fabric in a room where everything was half size. I slipped out of my shirt and bra, then pulled down my jeans and green satin panties. They stuck between my legs, and I realized I was breathing heavy. Putting on the teddy in the little room was complicated but I managed. The room felt much colder than it did a moment ago.
I checked myself out in the mirror. The black string crisscrossed my front and sides, with just ribbons running down my back and vanishing between my cheeks. Little black leafs obscured my breasts, but somehow not where my nipples poked through. The only saving grace was the only solid black patch covering my lower lips.
I felt ridiculous stepping out of the bathroom, in part because of the children’s art hanging everywhere but also because of the bright florescent lights. Peter drank me in.
“Not bad, now turn around.” I did so, and heard him unzipping his pants. “Stretch for me.” I reached for the ceiling, then twisted my hips. I was able to catch a glimpse – he was working himself. Damn was he getting his money’s worth!
“Touch your toes and stay there,” he grumbled. As I struggled to get much past my ankles, I felt the ribbons glide deep into my ass. I felt the black fabric pull against my vagina, leaving my lips clearly visible. I could feel it soaking up my juices.
He stepped up behind me and slid his fingers under the ribbon. Pulling it out of my backside, I felt the fabric clump and grind into my pussy, no longer hiding my precious parts from his sight. As he pulled further I moaned, my entrance and clit getting roughly rubbed down. Then Snap!
The ribbons ripped, smacking against my upper back. I felt the fabric covering my front hang loose, my warmed up pussy gaping open to the air. And his touch! I felt him slide inside. That wasn’t his hand! He pulled out and then pressed back in.I was getting fucked! I lost my stability and caught myself, hands on the floor.
“Are you fucking me right now?! Are you kidding me?!” His thrusts were abrupt. As I collapsed down with my elbows on the floor he kept going. “Is that your cock!?”
It was, and it felt damn good. “If you’re going to take me you better go harder than that! Ugh!” I slammed my ass back into him, felt his balls smack against the top of my slit. “Fuck me then! Your just a little babysitter, this is the best pussy you’re going to get!” The roughness was so much and I came quickly. My muscles tightened, and he kept pumping me.
“Oh you’re not done until I’m done, Mrs. Trello.” He kept hammering me. Finally I felt him thrust in hard and stay there, his spasms deep in my channel filling me up. And up.
He slipped out, and I laid on the floor. Peter got up and went to the counter. I finally managed to stumble to the bathroom.
The teddy fell off easily now that it was torn. I stuffed it back in the bag along with my green bra and underwear. I didn’t want to waste any more time here. I threw my jeans and shirt on and left.
Peter was leaning against the front counter, casually playing with himself and looking on his phone. He wasn’t as large as I thought – was that all it took to fill me up?
“See you tomorrow,” he grinned at me.
“Like hell!”
“Oh, you will.” He turned his phone around. It was me, getting railed. Me, pulling my lips apart and guiding him back in. Me, tasting the load he left inside. Fuck me, I didn’t remember being such a slut! And he had it all on tape.
I threw the bag at him in disgust, the teddy and my underwear falling out.
“Oh, those are nice,” he said as he picked up my green thong. He picked up the pace, wrapping it around his cock. I shook my head in disgust, grabbed Lucy and went to the car.
“Are you okay mommy?” I sighed.
“Yes, I was just doing some special exercises with Peter.” I paused and looked down, my jeans had a damp patch forming between my legs from our fluids.
“Looks like I’ll be doing a lot of exercises this week.” Whether I wanted to or not. I wasn’t sure which was the case.