Au Pair (Part 3)

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I was still trying to spot the two of them when Kate nudged me with the elbow. “I take dibs on the Blonde,” she said with a voice laden with desire. The next moment I heard, “JAKE!!!!” and then I caught the flying toddler. Over her shoulder, my eyes fell on the Au Pair. The impression the on her face seemed surprised but the smile was bright and friendly. “Hi Gretchen, welcome to Tampa!” I heard Kate say and I was sure the seductive tone was not lost on Gretchen either. Switching my niece to my left arm, I extended my right hand and got a firm handshake from Gretchen. Firm handshakes have always impressed me and with such people, I got along very well. She had good eye contact and while still smiling, I saw something in the line of confusion in her eyes. Maybe what she heard back in NYC did not balance with the tall guy she extended her hand to. Nevertheless, I was quite impressed with what I saw. Gretchen was as tall as Kate was, maybe and inch or so taller, with blonde hair that would reach her shoulders if not neatly tucked back with a pair of sunglasses doubling as an Alice band. Her hands were cool and soft and she seemed well groomed. I say seemed, because I dared not look down at that stage to take in the rest of her. “Good Day, Jake,” she greeted with a strong but feminine voice, slightly accented. I was glad she could speak a decent form of English and not something that made ‘what’ sounded like ‘vot’. I was impressed and knew I was starting to like her despite my previous impressions of her. My first glimpse and view of her as a ‘lipstick lesbian’ on FB surely correlated with what she presented herself to be. I later learned that Gretchen got a serious pep talk from Mandy. Gretchen was supposed to be an in-advance peace party but allowing me to fuck her was not part of the treaty. Apparently, Mandy wanted to set things straight with me but did not really know how. Her departure to Japan came as a convenient turn in her planning and her visit later was inevitable. Collecting their luggage was a breeze, and soon we were out the terminal and on our way to my SUV. On the way out, I allowed her and Kate to walk out ahead of us, just for me to get a good look at her from an angle. Yes, I know… I perved on the lithe figure of Gretchen but then she probably expected it… or was briefed by Mandy. Kate and Gretchen surely seemed to hit it off quite well, talking animatedly and making plans for the holiday ahead of us all. Lacy was talking non-stop as well, never failing to notice things and asking me about what she observed around the airport. She was especially keen on the clear water of the Gulf, asking when we would be going for a swim. Kids, I thought… Had Gretchen been more casual in her chosen attire, she would have looked like a typical holidaymaker arriving in Florida. Her white Bermuda shorts contrasted strongly with her already established tan. Look, I am a feet guy who likes nice feet attached to nice chicks and I was eager to be close when she eventually kicked off her moccasins. The rest was pleasing to the eye. Nice legs, the type you would expect a model from a top magazine to have, extended from her shorts and when she turned sideways, I judged her tits to be a 34C riding high on her chest. Her shoulders seemed a bit broad, probably from working out or perhaps regular swimming. I smiled inwardly and was envious of Kate, who would probably get very lucky before the weekend was over. In the back of my mind, I was already concocting plans to get closer to Gretchen than her panties. On the way to the parking lot, I once again replayed isvecbahis the conversation Kate and I had in bed that morning…. ——- We just woke up and I needed to bury my hard rod somewhere. At least Kate woke up, as opposed to me being awake most of the night pondering past events in our relationship. The memories made me hard and Kate’s warm, wet pussy seemed the likely place to bury my hardness. It felt nice being inside her and I commented on that in between soft kisses between her shoulder blades, something I knew had always been a turn on for her. With a deep sigh and one slight push of her hips, my cock settled against the already moist entrance to her willing snatch. Rubbing backward unto my cock Kate agreed, “Yes, it is nice, very nice.” Pushing against her warm entrance again, I popped the question. “So… What is the secret you’ve been teasing me with for the past few months?” She was quiet for a few moments then, “Promise you won’t be angry with me?” Kissing her between her shoulder blades again, I promised. “Okay, here goes…” she started, “from the start I have been hiding a few aspects about my life from you.” Pushing slightly inside her as a sign, she continued. “When we met, I was gay…. like, completely gay.” She hesitated a few moments before she continued. I sensed her tensing up with hesitance and while planting a soft kiss again, I pushed a bit to motivate her. “When we met, I felt different about my preferred sexuality. You were the first guy I had ever been with and I felt as if I was betraying myself and what I believed in. However, it happened and I really enjoyed being with you. My sexual experience was anyway limited to a few encounters, which also left me tumultuous in the beginning. I mean, it was not that I was completely set in the lifestyle but still I did not have any second thoughts about being gay.” I remember the days following me using her shamelessly and fucking her toward numerous orgasms; the empty bed I woke up in after we fell asleep in pure exhaustion and her visit again more than a week later. That was the evening she took me to the cleaners regarding my shameless spraying of her insides. My total disregard for even asking if she was on contraception and the scare she got skipping her period. After listening to her and apologising, I simply said that it was too late to worry anyway and if she was pregnant, we would find out soon enough. I took her down the passage to the master bedroom and she did little to protest her losing her clothes one garment at a time on the way. It was the first time we made love that night, me being very gentle and considerate bearing in mind she might be carrying a young Jake. That was the first night of many that we would spend in either my or her bed. As it turned out, she was not pregnant but simply miscalculated her time. But that was not the last scare we had and she went on the pill soon afterward. Kate went on to tell me about a few girl-on-girl encounters she had during college, how it started, the confusion in the beginning and how it developed into her being exclusive about her sexual preference. From there, she accepted she was a lesbian and she never really considered men. In general that was, until we met… “You see, when Pete told you I was the typical career chick, he was right. However, it also pissed me off that he would share something that had been a bit private to me. Only Nell ever knew about my sexuality. When becoming sexually active, I thought; what was actually the bog deal with sex. My sexuality was decided and there was where I left it…” isveçbahis giriş I sensed her hesitation and pushed slightly further inside her. Kate was becoming wet rapidly and more than I ever experienced her to be. “For me,” she continued, “it was a norm that was established and I did nothing much to keep it active. For me, like I said, sex was no big deal and I accepted it. When something happened, I enjoyed it. When it did not, sex was never an issue. But then, when you stuck your cock inside me, I realised I had never really had a proper orgasm. So yes, when we met, I was sexually not as mature as you would expect a chick in her mid twenties to be.” Kate’s narrative of her sexual experience soon had me harder than rock hard. For both of us, in fact, it seemed the more she told, as well as briefly letting me in on details, the more it progressively escalated the lust levels between us. I asked her directly when her last time with a woman had been and was shocked when she told me that it had been a mere two days ago. She gave details and admitted, contrary to my opinion, that it was only me playing the field that she had at the time: a variety of female partners sharing her body. Sometimes a one-on-one with a regular partner which she considered as being in a relationship, sometimes they were as many as four playing endlessly through the night. She even admitted to having regular threesomes with an A-list couple in the hood. Though it was a regular occurrence, she largely added spice to the trio out of a lesbian perspective and never having this guy fuck her. I envisaged Kate and a young female friend sprawled on her back, legs splayed wide open, Kate leisurely eating away at her slick pussy. In the deep recesses of my mind, it seemed natural and my subconscious accepted the visions. The vision changed and I pictured Kate and another woman in a 69, moaning and flexing, close to their respective orgasms with the husband drilling the wife and Kate eating her out at the same time. I pictured this guy retreating from his wife and having Kate lick her juices of his cock before inserting it back into her lover’s pussy. That was it and flexing my hips, I buried the last two inches of my morning wood inside Kate’s rapidly lubricating snatch. At that stage I was so turned on anyway, my cock was starting burn with impending release. Kate was having difficulty talking at that moment and I knew it was going to be a close finish for the two of us. Visualising her on her back with another woman eating her soft, warm snatch (the same snatch I would probably pound senseless not much later) and making her cum was getting to me… fast! Kate reached back and grabbed what she could of my right buttock, piercing the skin and pushing her cunt firmly over my shaft. She groaned once and then breathed, “She almost made me cum as hard as you do,” and then I was shooting a boiling breakfast cocktail up her hot, wet cunt. ——- The SUV’s alarm beeped twice indicating the doors to be open. While I loaded the luggage in the trunk, the ladies chose a seat each, still talking non-stop. Kate settled up front with me and instead of her hand behind my neck as she normally does; her hand found its way to my leg as soon as I settled behind the steering wheel, stroking me firmly with splayed fingers. While Gretchen ensured that Lacey’s seatbelt was fitted properly and thus not paying attention, Kate whispered to me under her breath, “Fuck, I am soaked.” I failed to properly hear or understand what she tried to say and frowned at her to which she briefly looked to the back isveçbahis yeni giriş and then whispered again, “I am so fucking wet.” Looking down at the juncture of her legs, I could see the dampness showing in a big moist stain. As a man, I was astonished that one woman could have that effect on another. Then, what Kate told me that morning made perfectly sense and I wondered how well I captured her sexuality. Far behind in my mind it boggled me as to how I could never pick up any signs of her dual sexuality. It started dawning on me how sexual Kate actually was but I also found it strange as to where she actually got the time to fit in another lover? Only time would tell, if I was entitled to know… On the way home, I could hide behind my aviators while frequently sassing out Gretchen in the rear view mirror. Of course, I also followed the, by times very interesting, conversation between Kate and Gretchen, adding my own ten cents’ worth every now and then. Getting home, we spent most of our time settling in my guests and not much happened except Kate being very cosy whenever the opportunity presented itself. This time, she was different… At times, I watched her in conversation with Gretchen and there seemed to be an air of electrified tension between them. I thought back to what Kate had said to me on the way from the airport and wondered if she was as soaked again. Was the mere closeness and air of extraversion presented by Gretchen overwhelming to Kate? Would they silently wish they could disappear and find a room? I got busy and lost the thread but somehow, something kept nagging. I cooked a dinner of steaks marinated in Kate’s secret sauce and a good spread of salads. Everybody seemed famished and we enjoyed dinner, Gretchen communicating her compliments afterward. Clearly, she was not used to food into which a lot of passion went. With the excitement of the day taking its toll, Lacey crashed early and while Gretchen cared for her, Kate and I had some time to reflect before she also returned home. Not much was said but knowing Kate, I knew something had to be up. While her kisses were passionate, she still seemed different and I wondered what the reason for that was. Asking her, she offered no explanation other than failing to make her usual eye contact. After she left, I wondered if, from that point on, if we would be truly only friends and if we would carry on our relationship as we had for the past three or so years. There were many confusing aspects to the whole picture and no matter what, I failed to make a deduction that was truly satisfying to my mind. On the other hand, was it really only my mind that needed satisfying? As Kate left, I decided the best place to ponder, was in the pool. ——- Though Gretchen had a glass of wine during supper, she paid a lot of attention to the various whiskies and other spirits I had at the bar. While inspecting the label of a certain whiskey, I mentioned that she was welcome when she was eventually done with her duties regarding Lacey. “When you’re eventually off duty, feel free to try it out,” I smiled politely, adding that she should try a particular imported brand. I mentioned that during the few cruises I had with the Navy, one of our ports of call was Edinburgh in Scotland. Being allowed a few days of R&R, me and a couple of mates (Pete included) did a small tour of pubs and distilleries in that area. I came back, hooked and very knowledgeable on Scotch, a fact that I prided myself in for long after. “Thanks,” she smiled, making deep, lingering eye contact. The smile she gave me said a lot, excitement perhaps, warming up some maybe. I would not know and was not particularly interested in figuring that one out. The smile, however, was not lost on Kate and she gave me a pondering look that could have meant anything.

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