A few peeks and a hot ride

I put on my shades, leaned back, and watched the show. I knew Charissa was a whiz with my kids, but it really was amazing to see how much fun they had together. It seemed as though she genuinely enjoyed being with them. I mean, _I _think they're great, of course, but it's always a mystery to me that people can get so attached to other people's kids.

So the smile on my face wasn't _only _because of the skin show I was enjoying. As Charissa played in the sand, bounced in the waves, and ran races along the shore, her athletic yet supple body wiggled and rolled and splayed before my eyes. The best part was when the three of them were building a sand castle near where I was sitting, as Charissa sat Indian-style right in front of me. I could swear I could almost make out a few wisps of tasteful pubic hair peeking out of the side of her bikini bottom. And when she had to adjust to lean over to work on the castle's opposite wall, her hanging tits almost made storm clouds over Camelot.

In the end, my kids were right: this was fun.

When it was time to leave, I told the kids to grab their clothes and asked Charissa to escort my daughter into the girls' changing area. "No sand in the car," I reminded everyone. "We'll rinse first, and then we'll change, and then we'll rinse again." I handed Charissa one of the plastic grocery bags I'd brought with us. "Here, you can put your wet suits in here."

"Umm..." she said, taking the bag unsteadily. "Sorry, I didn't realize..."

"Yeah, that's one of the Davies beach rules," I said. "No sand in the car. Everyone has to change before getting in. That OK?"

"Yeah, of course, no problem," she said before racing my daughter to the changing room.

As we all got back to my car, I realized what had been bothering Charissa. She'd worn her bikini under her tank top and shorts but hadn't brought anything else to wear! I loaded the gear into the trunk and, yes, her wet, sandy swimsuit was in the plastic bag along with my daughter's.

So when I sat back behind the wheel and looked over at the babysitter, her seatbelt perfectly divided her two unsupported breasts. The dark green shirt was dampened by the seawater on Charissa's body, and though I couldn't inspect too closely without crashing the car, I'm almost certain I could make out some nipples.

Of course, her short black shorts clinging to her bare ass and pussy were also driving me crazy. I couldn't see anything closely, of course, but simply the knowledge that my babysitter was sitting two feet away from me almost completely exposed was driving me wild.

I managed to keep conversation moving while I navigated home. I've never been so grateful for city traffic! The kids were hot, so I cranked up the AC ... and now I could definitely make out some nipples poking against the thin fabric. I could even see goose bumps on Charissa's legs, making me wonder--for the first time--whether vulvas got goose bumps when cold.

We finally (sadly) arrived home, and Charissa, who hadn't betrayed any embarrassment or awkwardness, hopped out of the car. The kids begged her to play frisbee before going inside, and, God bless this woman, she agreed. I unloaded the car, keeping an eye on the free-flowing babysitter, until it was time for me to go make dinner.

The kids put on a movie while I cooked, and Charissa showered nearby. For the second time that day, I was only feet away from her naked body, and I couldn't keep her out of my imagination. And once again, she emerged from the bathroom wrapped only in a towel, giving me more reason to think that this would be a regular occurrence all summer long.

The rest of that first full day with our new house guest was pretty mild. Bedtime with the kids, washing up from dinner, and so on. The kids were finally in bed by around 8:30, leaving the rest of the evening free.