The Sitter - Part 2

Tj Hart catches her sitter grinding on a boy out back. She watches a moment, jaw tight, before she opens the screen door and tells the girl to leave. When the boy bolts, she looks at the sitter and says she’d rather she did that sort of thing in the driveway—with her. Gas prices sit at three-fifty a gallon, she adds. The sitter laughs, cheeks flushed. In the driveway, moonlight glints off the hood of Tj’s sedan. She steps closer, reaches under the girl’s skirt and finds her still wet. Two fingers slip inside and the girl gasps, hands braced on the warm metal. Tj works her slow, thumb pressing her clit, taking her time. The younger woman spreads her legs and pushes back, greedy. When her knees shake, Tj bends her over the hood, pulls her thong aside, and licks her from behind, tongue thick and sure, the asphalt beneath their feet still radiating the day’s heat. The sitter moans loud enough to echo against the house, loud enough that Tj smiles against her cunt and presses two fingers in deeper. The girl comes hard, thighs trembling, then reaches back for Tj’s belt. Shirt unbuttoned, skirt hiked, they fuck against the car until the sitter begs to taste her in return. Tj lifts one heel to the fender and lets her kneel in the gravel. After, they stay where they are, catching their breath. Hard to raise a family these days—harder still to find decent time alone.