Babysitting the Baumgartners
Ch. 01
by Selena_Kitt©


I was fifteen when I started babysitting for the Baumgartners. They had two 
kids. Henry and Janie were four and five that first time I sat in their living 
room eating pizza with them and watching "Lilo and Stitch" until they both 
conked out on the floor, their greasy faces smearing their mom's white carpet. 

I loved babysitting for them—Mr. Baumgartner ("Call me Doc, everybody does") 
usually came home drunk enough to pay me way too much for the night. Mrs. 
Baumgartner (she never said to call her anything but Mrs. Baumgartner, although 
I did shorten it to "Mrs. B" over the years) was very pretty and nice and kept 
really good ice cream (Häagen-Dazs) in the freezer. They had a huge TV, an 
enormous house, and I became their regular babysitter every Friday night, 
sometimes Saturdays, too, all through high school. 

They hated it when I started dating. I used to have my little sister, Amy, go 
babysit when I had somewhere to go. It was actually a tough call for me—a date 
with Toby Lumetto, or babysitting for the Baumgartners. Amy complained that the 
kids never behaved for her, but they always did for me. They were great kids. I 
loved the Baumgartners and they loved me.

That's why they invited me on vacation with them, I think. The winter of the 
year I graduated high school, the Baumgartners went to Key West. When they came back, Mrs. Baumgartner swore she would never do it again without help. Henry was seven and Janie was eight, and they were "too much of a handful," she said. Just kids, I thought, but I wasn't their parent, I was pretty much their playmate. What did I know?

So the next winter, Mrs. Baumgartner called and asked if I wanted to come with 
them. All expenses paid, over the Christmas holiday—a free trip to Key West. It 
took me about five seconds to say, "Yes" to that proposition! My parents hemmed 
and hawed about it, but I was over eighteen now, and I could pretty much do what 
I wanted... technically. Finally, I got their blessing, packed my bags, and we 
were off to the land of sunshine and bikinis!

I had one, of course—a yellow and white suit, fairly respectable, since I was 
going to be taking the kids to the beach. It had a bikini top, but boy-shorts 
bottoms. I left the micro-suit at home. I figured Mrs. Baumgartner wouldn't 
approve. I don't know what she would have said about me wearing one, but boy, 
was I shocked when she stepped out of the house wearing her own black 
micro-bikini thong suit!

There was no one to see her, so I guess it was okay. The house was right on the 
ocean and had a private beach. Mr. Baumgartner said it was a time-share. Henry 
and Janie wanted to swim a lot, so I spent a lot of time trying to soak up some 
sun. December in Michigan wasn't exactly tanning weather, and I wanted to come 
back as sleek and brown as a seal. 

It was on one of those mornings that Mrs. Baumgartner came out and joined me. 
The kids were making some sort of sand castle (really, it was more of a sand 
village—it spanned half the beach!) and I was reading a Nora Roberts novel.

"How are you feeling, Veronica?" she asked, laying out a large blanket on the 
white sand next to my towel. She was the only one who ever called me by my first 
name. Everyone else called me "Ronnie." 

"Better," I replied, putting my book down and turning over onto my back. We'd 
ordered pizza the night before and it hadn't agreed with me. I shaded my eyes 
and looked over at the kids. They were now having a sand fight, throwing shovels 
of it at each other. I sighed. Someone was gonna start screaming any minute 
about sand in their eyes or their suit. 

"Henry and Janie, you need to go in the house!" Mrs. Baumgartner called, 
stretching out on her stomach on the blanket. 

"I can take care of them, Mrs. B," I said. Her bikini was a thong, and her 
bottom was completely exposed. I looked away. "That's what I'm here for, right?"

The kids had stopped at their mother's warning and were treaded through the sand 
toward us. They really were great kids. I wished sometimes that my sisters and I 
got along as well as they did. 

"Why don't you two go in?" Mrs. Baumgartner said as they approached. "There's 
lunch on the counter, and Daddy hooked up the X-Box."

"Woo hoo!" Henry whooped, kicking up sand as he headed for the doorwall. Janie 
didn't look as thrilled, but the promise of lunch was enough to lure her into 
the house.

"You know, watching the kids isn't all you're here for, Veronica," Mrs. 
Baumgartner said after they went in, turning her face to me and resting her 
cheek on her folded arms. "Doc and I were just talking last night about how much 
you've done for us over the years. The kids adore you. You're like part of the 
family."

I flushed. "Thanks."

"You deserve to have a good vacation here, too." She smiled at me, her eyes 
creasing at the corners. I wondered how old she was. It was hard for me to judge 
how old people were—to me, they just seemed either old or young. Mrs. B wasn't 
really either. "It's the least we can do."

"If I can get a tan, that will be reward enough," I said, grabbing the oil next 
to my towel and pouring some into my hands. I worked it into my thighs and over 
my smooth, flat belly. I noticed her watching me. "Do you want some?"

"Sure," she said, taking the bottle from me and sitting up to squeeze a pool of 
glistening liquid into her palm, rubbing it over her shoulders and arms. 

I slipped my boy short bottoms aside, checking for a tan line. I actually had 
one, which was thrilling to me, although it wasn't as dark as I wanted it to be.

"You can take it off," Mrs. Baumgartner said and when I looked over at her, she 
was untying her black bikini top around the neck and spreading oil over her full 
breasts. I knew I was staring, but I couldn't help it. She was blonde, although 
I'm not sure that was natural, and her skin was smooth and tawny, even there. 
Her nipples were brown, vastly different from my light pink ones. 

"Wh—what?" I stammered, still staring. She was smoothing oil over her belly, 
which was softer and a little more rounded than mine, working it under the 
strings of her bikini and down into the grooves of her thighs. 

"Your top," she said, massaging oil into her thighs and calves. "So you won't 
have any tan lines." 

She laid on her back on the blanket, glancing over at me. I must have looked 
shocked. "No one can see, Veronica. It's a private beach—just us."

"What about the kids?" I asked, looking over my shoulder at the house.

"One word: X-Box." She adjusted herself, opening her thighs a little. I couldn't 
see a hint of hair under her bikini and wondered at it. Her body was fuller than 
mine, more rounded and soft. "I won't look. Don't be shy."

Her eyes stayed closed and I hesitated, looking up and down the beach. I pulled 
my top aside and checked my tan line—I was definitely getting one. Mrs. B's 
breasts were so large that they kind of sloped off to the side when she laid 
down. I was a little intimidated—mine were nowhere near as big—but it was the 
smooth, almost bronze color of her flesh that really convinced me. I wanted a 
tan without lines, too!

I untied my top and slipped it off, reaching for the oil. Squeezing some into my 
hands, I laid back and rubbed it into the swell of my breasts. It felt strange 
to be outside half-naked in full daylight—I hadn't gone topless on a beach since 
I was Janie's age. My nipples were small, pale pink pebbles on a puffy, rounded 
areola, and with the stimulation from my hands rubbing the oil in and the gentle 
breeze blowing in from the ocean, they were quite hard. 

Mrs. B was humming something to herself, but I didn't know the tune. The 
rhythmic sound of the waves against the shore had me drifting in and out. Far 
away, I could hear a dog bark. 

The heat of the sun was making me sweat, and I could feel it mixing with the oil 
and trickling down my sides. It was beading between my breasts. When I snuck a 
look over at Mrs. B, I noticed the same thing, only it was more pronounced on 
her already tanned skin. I adjusted myself on the towel, straightening out the 
edges where they had blown up at the corners. 

Mrs. B shaded her eyes and peered at me with a smile. "Why don't you come over 
here? There's plenty of room on the blanket, and a lot less sand."

I considered it for a moment, and then stood, hopping from my little towel over 
to the larger blanket so as not to get too much sand on my feet. Settling down 
beside her on my back, I could feel the heat from her skin, but we weren't 
touching. 

"You have lovely breasts," she murmured, and I could feel her shoulder pressing 
against mine where it hadn't been a moment ago. 

"Th—thanks," I said. I was glad it was so warm to hide my flush. What did you 
say to someone who said that? "You do, too."

"I wish I still had the body of a nineteen year old," she said with a little 
laugh. "So firm and tight. There's not a crease or a wrinkle on you, is there?"

Now I was really flushing. "I think you have a beautiful body. When I have two 
kids, I hope I can still wear a bikini out on the beach. And a micro one, at 
that..."

She turned her face to mine, smiling at me. "Well, thank you for the 
compliment." I saw her eyes moving down over my breasts, and I was aware of how hard my nipples were. 

This conversation was making me feel dizzy and very warm. Maybe it was the 
heat—but I was pretty sure it was the conversation and the fact that I was lying 
half-naked next to Mrs. Baumgartner with her thigh now pressing against mine. 
Our flesh was slick and oily together when she shifted, and it sent a gentle 
pulse to beating between my legs that seemed to be keeping time with the waves 
on the shoreline. 

"Do you have a micro-bikini?" Mrs. B asked, her eyes closed again now. I was 
staring over at her body again, at the generous swell of her copper-colored 
flesh and her big, dark nipples. Hers were hard, too. 

"Yeah," I said. "But I left it at home. I didn't think it would be... 
appropriate."

"You can borrow one of mine," she said, her thigh sliding along mine as she 
adjusted on the blanket. "If you want less of a tan line. I brought several."

"Thanks." I watched her breasts rising and falling, glistening in the sun. Her 
belly was beaded with sweat and oil.

"Do you shave?" she asked. 

"Wh—what?"

"Do you shave?" she repeated, opening one eye to look at me. "I wax, myself. 
It's much easier and takes care of things for a lot longer down there, if you 
know what I mean."

"No," I replied, snapping my eyes closed. 

"Oh, to wear a micro, you just have to," she said, half-sitting. She touched my 
thigh, pulling my bikini bottoms aside a little to reveal the line of my dark 
pubic hair. "Yep, you'd definitely need to shave. Or, I brought some wax. You 
could wax it all. I do."

Shocked, I stared at her. I didn't know what I was more surprised by, her 
revelation or the fact that she pulled my bikini aside to look at my puss! 

"It's actually fun," she said. "Not the waxing part—but having a shaved pussy."

I stared right up at the sun, blinking a few times so it made bright spots in 
the dark when I closed my eyes. I couldn't believe that Mrs. Baumgartner had 
just said the word "pussy" in my presence. 

"Doc loves it," she went on, and I felt her hand against my hip, just resting 
there. "And it's so incredible to walk around that way. You feel so exposed... 
it's like a constant turn-on."

"Mrs. B..." I started, not even sure what I wanted to say. 

"I'd be happy to help you," she offered. Her fingers were moving over the 
elastic tops of my bikini bottoms. "It's hard to do a bikini wax on yourself."

I put my arms up over my head, tilting my head back as if someone might be 
around to overhear this crazy conversation—someone to share my astonishment 
with.

"You think about it," Mrs. B said, her hand lightly stroking my side. I could 
feel that gentle throbbing between my thighs, more insistent now. 

"Ok," was all I could say. 

When I had tilted my head back, I had gotten a glimpse of someone on the 
balcony, high above us. It was Mr. Baumgartner—Doc—sitting outside on one of the white deck chairs, completely naked. His hand was moving up and down between his legs, very fast, and as I watched, thick, white streams of fluid erupted from the tip of his engorged cock and splashed down onto the balcony and the railing. His eyes never left mine.

"Mrs. B," I said, my voice trembling as I sat up. "I'm gonna go cool off, I'll 
be right back."

I stood, not sure I could stand, but I did, forgetting that I was topless. I 
walked, a little unsteady, toward the water and waded out into the cool waves, 
up to my neck. When I looked back, Mr. Baumgartner was gone, but Mrs. B was 
still watching me, shading her eyes from the sun. 

When she waved, I waved back, feeling that steady, rhythmic pulse between my 
thighs. The coolness of the water only served to make the heat between my legs 
more pronounced. I floated on my back, watching the clouds drift, letting the 
waves rock me and once in a while overtake me. When I finally had the courage to 
get out, Mrs. B had gone into the house, and the beach was empty again.

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Babysitting the Baumgartners Ch. 02


When I came back in the house, Henry and Janie were fighting over the X-Box 
controller, remains of lunch (peanut butter and jelly, looked like) still 
smeared on their faces. The air conditioning was on, and it was very cool 
compared to outside—I actually got goosebumps within minutes of walking in the 
door.

"Where's your mom and dad?" I asked. 

Janie looked up at me, and Henry took the opportunity to yank the controller 
from her. "Hey!" she said. "They're upstairs taking a nap. They told us to stay 
here until you got back in the house."

Henry had started the game, and while Janie was pouting, she was also relenting, 
getting involved in whatever was happening on the screen. 

"Well, what do you guys want to do?" I asked. No answer. Just blank stares at 
the television. "Ok, looks like X-Box wins. I'm going to go take a shower, ok?"

The both nodded, their mouths partly open as they stared at the screen. Little 
video game zombies. At eight and nine, they were pretty self-sufficient. I 
didn't understand why Mrs. Baumgartner had such a hard time with them, really. 
To me, they seemed like easy kids. 

I climbed the stairs and went down the hall toward the bathroom. They had a 
large Jacuzzi tub (which I was dying to soak in one night!) and a separate 
shower. I turned on the water, adjusting the temperature, and peeled off my 
suit, tossing it into the sink. It felt good to soap up and wash the oil and 
salt water off my body. 

I stood under the needling spray for a long time. Every time I closed my eyes, I 
saw Mr. Baumgartner's hand moving, lightning fast, up and down the length of his 
cock. It gave me a tight, funny feeling in my belly. That throbbing between my 
legs hadn't quit. 

When I slipped the soap between my thighs, rubbing it over the soft, curly hair 
there, I remembered what Mrs. B said about waxing and flushed. I didn't have 
that much hair to begin with, just a sparse, dark triangular patch. What would 
it feel like to be completely smooth there? 

I slipped my fingers past my swollen lips, remembering how soft and slick Mrs. 
B's oiled-up thigh was against mine, how dark and hard her nipples were. My clit 
was aching at the thought and I touched it, rubbing it slowly under my fingers.

The image that kept coming back to me, though, was Mr. Baumgartner and his cock and his eyes locked on mine as he came. It made me feel embarrassed and excited to think that seeing me and his wife lying together on the beach topless was enough to get him aroused—to get him off. Was he imagining something, or just watching us, or both?

I knew I shouldn't be thinking about it, but I couldn't help it. The more I 
thought about it, the faster my fingers moved over my clit. Leaning back against 
the tiles, I rubbed it and rubbed it, the water making my nipples tingle. The 
images of the afternoon flashed through my mind—Mrs. B's fingers pulling my 
bikini aside to look at my pubic hair, the swell and shift of her heavy breasts, 
the way the oil and water pooled on her tanned skin, the way her eyes lingered 
on my chest and belly and thighs. 

Moaning softly, I slipped one finger inside my pussy, rocking against my hand 
and feeling a low hum building in my lower belly. That steady throb between my 
legs that had begun outside in the sun was like a fast, heavy drumbeat now 
keeping fast time with my pounding heart. Was he really watching us that whole 
time? Could he hear us? How long had he been sitting there, stroking himself?

The sight of his cock, bursting like a spewing geyser over his fist, the 
pleasure on his face, the way his eyes met mine—oh god, I couldn't stand it. I 
shuddered and moaned and arched against the tiles as I came, remembering his 
dark eyes, his pumping hand, his bucking hips and spurting cock.

Flushed from my orgasm and the heat of the shower, I knelt in the tub, turning 
off the water. I rested my hot cheek against the cool tile for a moment, closing 
my eyes and feeling the waves of pleasure slowly receding. I felt shy and 
embarrassed to see him, now, wondering what I would say, what he might say. 

When my legs felt steady enough to hold me, I got out of the shower and dried 
off, wrapping myself in one of the big white bath sheets. My room was across the 
hall from the bathroom, and the Baumgartner's was the next room over. The kids' 
rooms were at the other end of the hallway. 

As I made my way across the hall, I heard Mrs. B's voice from behind their door: 
"You want that tight little nineteen-year-old pussy, Doc?"

I stopped, my heart leaping, my breath caught. Oh my god. Were they talking 
about me? He said something, but it was low, and I couldn't quite make it out. 
Then she said: "Just wait until I wax it for you. It'll be soft and smooth as a 
baby's."

Shocked, I reached down between my legs, cupping my pussy as if to protect it, 
standing there transfixed, listening. I stepped closer to their door, seeing 
that it wasn't completely closed, trying to hear what they were saying. There 
wasn't any noise, now. 

"Oh god," I heard him groan. "Suck it harder."

My eyes wide, I could feel the pulse returning between my thighs, a slow, steady 
heat. Was she sucking his cock? I remembered what it looked like in his 
hand—even from a distance, I could tell that it was big, much bigger than any of 
the boys I'd ever been with. 

"Ahhhh fuck, Carrie!" he moaned. I bit my lip, hearing Mrs. B's first name felt 
so wrong, somehow. "Take it all, baby!"

All?! My jaw dropped as I tried to imagine it, pressing my hand over my 
throbbing mound. Mrs. B said something, but I couldn't hear it, and as I leaned 
toward the door, I bumped it with the towel wrapped around my hair. My hand went to my mouth and I took an involuntary step back as the door edged open just a crack. I turned to go to my room, but I knew that they would hear my door. 

"You want to fuck me, baby?" she purred. "God, I'm so wet... did you see her 
sweet little tits?"

"Fuck, yeah," he murmured. "I wanted to cum all over them."

Hearing his voice, I stepped back toward the door, peering through the crack. 
The bed was behind the door, at the opposite angle, but there was a large vanity 
table and mirror against the other wall, and I could see them reflected in it. 
Mrs. B was completely naked, kneeling over him. I could see her face, her 
breasts swinging as she took him into her mouth. His cock was standing straight 
up in the air.

"She's got beautiful tits, doesn't she?" Mrs. B asked, running her tongue up and 
down the shaft. 

"Yeah," he whispered, his hand in her hair, pressing her down onto his cock. "I 
want to see her little pussy. God, she's so beautiful."

"Do you want to see me eat it?" she asked, moving up onto him, still stroking 
his cock. "Watch me lick that sweet, shaved cunt?"

I pressed a cool hand to my flushed cheek, but my other hand was rubbing the 
towel between my legs as I watched them. I had never heard anyone say that word 
out loud and it shocked and excited me.

"Oh god, yeah," he said, grabbing her tits as they swayed over him. I could see 
her riding him, and knew he must be inside of her. "I want inside that tight 
little cunt."

I moved the towel aside and slipped my fingers between my lips. He was talking 
about me! The thought made my whole body tingle, and my pussy was on fire. 
Already slick and wet from my orgasm in the shower, my fingers slid easily 
through my slit. 

"I want to fuck her while she eats your pussy," he growled, thrusting up into 
her. His hands were gripping her hips and her breasts swayed as they rocked 
together. 

My eyes widened at the image he conjured, but Mrs. B moaned, moving faster on 
top of him. 

"Yeah, baby," she said, leaning over him, her breasts dangling in his face. His 
hands went to them, his mouth sucking at her nipples, making her squeal and slam 
down against him even harder. "You want her on her hands and knees, her tight 
little ass in the air?"

He groaned, and I rubbed my clit even faster as he grabbed her and practically 
threw her off of him onto the bed. She seemed to know what he wanted, because 
she got onto her hands and knees, and he was fucking her like that, from behind. 
The sound of them, flesh slapping against flesh, filled the room. 

They were facing the mirror, but Mrs. B had her face buried in her arms, her ass 
lifted high in the air. Doc's eyes were looking down between their legs, like he 
was watching himself slide in and out of her. 

"Fuck!" Mrs. B's voice was muffled. "Oh fuck, Doc, make me cum!" 

He grunted and drove into her harder, and I watched her shudder and grab the 
covers with her fists. He didn't stop, though—his hands grabbed her hips and he 
worked himself into her over and over. I felt weak-kneed and full of heat, my 
fingers rubbing my aching clit in fast little circles. Mrs. B's orgasm had 
almost sent me right over the edge. I was very, very close.

"That tight nineteen-year-old cunt," he grunted, shoving into her. "I want to 
taste her." He slammed into her again. "Fuck her." And again. "Make her cum." 
And again. "Make her scream until she can't take anymore."

I leaned my forehead against the doorjamb for support, trying to control how 
fast my breath was coming, how fast my climax was coming, but I couldn't. I 
whimpered, watching him fuck her and knowing he was imagining me... me!

"Come here," he said, pulling out and Mrs. B was turning around like she knew 
what he wanted. "Swallow." 

He was kneeling up on the bed as she pumped and sucked at his cock. I saw the 
first spurt land against her cheek, a thick white rope of cum, and then she 
covered the head with her mouth and swallowed, making soft mewing noises in her 
throat. I came then, too, shuddering and shivering against the doorframe, biting 
my lip to keep from crying out. 

When I opened my eyes and came to my senses, Mrs. B was still on her hands and 
knees, focused between his legs—but Doc was looking right at me, his dark eyes 
on mine. 

My hand flew to my mouth and I stumbled back, fumbling for the doorknob behind 
me that I knew was there. I finally found it, slipping into my room and shutting 
the door behind me. I leaned against it, my heart pounding, my pussy dripping, 
and wondered what I was going to do now. 


Babysitting the Baumgartners Ch. 03

I buried my red, flushed face into the coolness of my pillow and decided that I 
wasn't going to leave my room. I just couldn't face them, after what had 
happened. When Mrs. B knocked on my door for dinner, I told her I wasn't feeling 
well again.

"Anything I can get you?" she asked kindly. 

I shook my head and called a muffled, "No!" into my pillow. 

Downstairs, they were playing games, talking, laughing. I could hear Janie and 
Henry fighting over the X-Box again, but then Doc turned it off and put in Monty 
Python, which had them both laughing hysterically. It wasn't something I thought 
that I would let my eight and nine year old watch, but I wasn't their parent, 
what did I know? I was just the babysitter.

Some babysitter—hiding up in her room. I just couldn't imagine looking into his 
eyes, knowing that he had seen me masturbating in their doorway while I watched 
them have sex. What must he think of me, now? 

My face burned at the thought, but the images of them together kept coming back 
to me, again and again. I couldn't stop remembering how her breasts had swayed 
when he pounded into her, how she had turned around to swallow his cum, like she 
couldn't get enough.

I wasn't a virgin, but all of my experiences with boys had been mostly basement 
or back seat fumblings, quick and mildly pleasurable. I had never heard or seen 
anything like what Mr. and Mrs. B were doing in their bedroom this afternoon. 

I was so lost in my own world that I didn't even bother to get dressed. I just 
tossed my wet towel on the floor and curled up under the covers. I think I 
drifted off. The heat of the sun had made me sleepy and a little lethargic. 

My dreams were about Doc, seeing him stroking his cock over my breasts, rubbing 
the fat, bulbous tip over my hard, pink nipples. He kept whispering, "I want to 
cum all over you, Ronnie. I want to cum all over your sweet little tits."

When I woke up, my pussy was throbbing with the images from my dream, the light had faded to near-dim, and I couldn't hear the kids anymore. Someone was 
knocking at my door, and I realized that was what must have woken me.

"Come in," I murmured. 

It was Mrs. B, and she was carrying a cup of tea that she set next to me on the 
night table. I could feel her hand in my hair, brushing it away from my eyes. 

"How are you feeling?" she asked, sitting on the edge of the bed behind me. 

"A little better," I replied, turning my face to her. 

"I brought you some tea," she said, and I felt her weight shifting.

"Thanks."

"What hurts?" she asked. "Is it your tummy?"

I nodded, closing my eyes as she traced her fingers over my forehead.

"Here, move over," she said. I stiffened for a moment, feeling her curling 
herself around me. "Let me rub it. Sometimes it helps."

"Mrs. B," I whispered, but her hand slid over the comforter, massaging my belly 
through the material. 

She smelled sweet, and I knew she must have taken a shower, too, after 
sunbathing. We'd both been so oiled up and sweaty. Remembering how she looked, 
rubbing oil into her breasts and then lying topless next to me, made me shiver. 

"Better?" she murmured, her mouth close to my ear. 

I shook my head. "No." 

"Well, here," she said, sliding her hand under the covers. "Maybe like this."

I swallowed hard as Mrs. B's hand slid below my navel, rubbing the taut, flat 
surface of my belly. She was gentle, tender, rubbing it slow, easy circles. 

"Is it your period?" she murmured, her fingers moving a little further down. 
They were touching the top of my pubic hair now.

"No," I whispered. 

She continued to knead my flesh, and I could feel her breath against my cheek. 
Her arm was brushing across the side of my breast with her motion, making me 
tingle. She must have known I was completely naked under the covers. 

I turned a little toward her, and now my nipple was rubbing against her upper 
arm as she moved her fingers lower, bit by bit. Her hand was over my pubic bone 
now. I could feel my breath coming faster and tried to control it. Her breasts 
were pressed tight against my back, I could feel the generous swell and shift of 
them when she moved. 

"Better yet?" she whispered, kissing my cheek. The light was growing dimmer, and 
I could barely see her outline now, but I could feel the weight and heat of her 
behind me. 

"A little," I whispered back, shifting on the bed and feeling her fingers dip 
between my already swollen, wet lips when I did. Gasping, I pulled away from her 
hand.

"It's ok," she murmured, putting her whole hand over my mound. "This might make 
you feel better."

I drew a shaky breath. "Mrs. B..." 

Her hand just massaged me, covering my lips, her fingers not moving inside. I 
sighed, closing my eyes. It felt so good I could barely stand it. Her arm moved 
over my nipple as she worked her hand slowly between my legs. I let out a little 
moan, squirming under her.

"Mrs. B," I whispered, turning a little more towards her. Her mouth was right 
there, I could feel her breath on my face. I could smell beer or alcohol, and 
something sweet that was just the scent of her. "I have to tell you something."

"What is it?" she asked, her palm rocking between my thighs. I gasped, biting my 
lip to keep from crying out. My pussy was wet and throbbing and aching for some 
sort of release. She pressed her cheek to mine, and her lips were soft there, 
inches from my own.

"This afternoon..." I moaned when she started making circles between my legs, 
moving her hand around and around on my mound and rubbing the flesh of my lips 
over the sensitive bud of my clit.

"Yes?" she encouraged, moving her hand a little faster.

"Oh, god, Mrs. B," I whispered against her cheek, shivering. "Please."

"What is it, Veronica?"

When I closed my eyes, I saw Doc fucking her, plunging his cock into her from 
behind. It sent a jolt straight between my legs. 

"I saw you," I confessed quickly. "This afternoon, in your room... you and 
Doc..."

Her hand slowed, and I could feel a thick pulse throbbing under her fingers. "I 
know, sweetie... it's ok."

I could barely breathe. "You know?"

"Yes." Her lips were pressed against the side of my mouth as she talked, and I 
could feel their softness, their tender movement against my skin. "Doc told me. 
He saw you."

"Oh god." I moaned, not sure if it was in embarrassment or pleasure. 

"Shhhh." She rubbed her lips over mine, not really a kiss, more just a caress. 
"It's going to be ok."

Her hand was moving between my legs again. "Mrs. B," I whimpered. "Oh, please."

A knock sounded at the door and we both jumped. I pulled the covers up to my 
chin and Mrs. B sat up on the bed.

"Come in," I called. 

The door opened, spilling light from the hallway. It was Doc, his large frame 
filling the doorway.

"How're my girls?" he asked, leaning against the door frame.

I blushed. "Ok. I'm feeling a little better. Mrs. B brought me some tea."

He came over and sat on the other side of the bed, putting his hand on my hip. 
"Glad to hear it. It's no good being sick on vacation. You're here to have fun."

"Yeah," I agreed, feeling his big hand massaging my hip through the blanket. It 
sent tingles straight into my pelvis where my pussy was still wet and aching 
from Mrs. B's massage.

"You get some rest," he said, moving his fingers under my chin. "You'll feel 
better tomorrow."

"Thanks," I murmured, almost sad when he moved his hand and stood.

"Come on, Carrie," he said, holding out his hand. "Let's get to bed and let her 
rest."

Mrs. B stood, following her husband. "Good night."

"Thank you," I called as they went out, shutting the door.

I breathed a deep sigh, staring up at the ceiling in the darkness. I didn't know 
what to think, what to feel. I rolled over onto my belly, my pussy burning 
between my thighs as I hugged my pillow, aching to be touched. I tried to ignore 
it and sleep, but the more I did, the more restless I became. 

I could hear Mr. and Mrs. B laughing and talking in their bedroom. I tossed and 
turned on the bed, trying to find a cool spot, a comfortable position. 

Finally, I got up, deciding to draw a bath. Tonight was as good a night as any 
to try out that big Jacuzzi tub. I pulled my robe on and found my towel on the 
floor. It was still damp, so I hung it over the end of the bed, deciding to get 
a new one from the linen closet.

"That's her pussy, baby," I heard Mrs. B's voice when I peeked out my door. I 
could see a light on in their room, coming from a crack in the door. "Taste it."

"Oh my god," he murmured, and I closed my eyes, hearing a sucking sound. "You 
had your fingers in her?"

"Not quite," Mrs. B said. "Almost. I was just... rubbing her ouchie tummy for 
her."

Doc chuckled. "God, she tastes so good. I want to eat that sweet little cunt."

Flushing, I pressed my hand between my legs, feeling the incredible heat there. 
I knew they were talking about me. 

"Me first, Doc," Mrs. B pouted. "I want to taste her, too."

I closed my eyed, slipping a hand under the soft flap of my robe and dipping a 
finger between my swollen lips. Shivering when I touched my clit, I let my 
fingers stay there for a moment, nudging it a little.

"We can share," Doc replied, his voice low. 

I heard sucking sounds again and stepped out of my door and a little closer to 
theirs. Their door was open just a little bit again and I could see them in the 
mirror. Mrs. B was straddling his belly and he was sucking greedily at her 
fingers. 

Flushing, a heat spreading over my chest, I realized that he was tasting my 
juices on her fingers. Curious, I lifted my own fingers to my mouth, sucking on 
them quietly. It was a musky tang that coated my throat when I swallowed. Is 
that what every woman tasted like? I wondered. Is that what Mrs. B tasted like?

Oh my god, I couldn't believe I was even thinking about it. I backed away from 
the door, determined to go take my bath and leave them their privacy.

"Do you really think she'll do it?" I heard Doc ask. I stopped, closing my eyes. 

"I think so," Mrs. B replied, her voice muffled. I turned back to the door, 
leaning in to see that she was kneeling between his legs now, his cock moving in 
and out of her mouth.

Do what? I wondered, watching in fascination as he disappeared between her lips 
over and over. I found myself aching to feel what his cock felt like in my mouth 
as she sucked him. His hands were in her hair, pressing her down further and 
further. 

"God, I hope so," he groaned as she came up on his cock, licking around the tip 
like an ice cream cone. My fingers found their way between my fleshy lips, 
searching for my aching clit and finding it. 

"Now that I've tasted that sweet little puss, I want more," he murmured as she 
moved up on him. 

"You'll have to settle for mine tonight," she purred, straddling his face. 

"You're never settling, sweetie," he murmured.

I watched, my eyes wide, as he grabbed her hips and she began to grind, moaning. 
She rocked and rocked on him, her heavy breasts swaying. Her fingers found her 
own nipples, rolling them, her head going back, her long blonde hair brushing 
his chest. 

My breath was coming fast, and I lifted my fingers up to my own nipples, 
squeezing and rolling them like she was. The sensation sent heat through my 
whole body, making my pussy buzz with delicious warmth. I wished I had three 
hands as I kept one tweaking my nipple and slid the other back down between my 
legs. 

Oh god, my pussy was so wet! I wanted to cum, hard and fast, but I didn't want 
to stop watching them. Mrs. B was shaking now, calling his name and saying 
things I'd never heard anyone say out loud before.

"Yessssss!" she moaned. "Eat my cunt, baby. Oh fuck, don't stop!" 

I could hear him, muffled, between her thighs, and I wondered how he could 
possibly even breathe. His hand was between his own legs, shuttling up and down 
the length of his cock. I didn't know where to look—her swaying breasts and 
rocking hips, or his hard, red cock that was starting to get wet at the tip.

"Ohhh god!" she cried. "I'm gonna cum all over your face!"

I bit my lip, easing up on my clit just a little, or I would have cum right then 
with her as she shuddered and leaned her palms against the wall above her head 
to catch herself. I noticed Doc squeezing his cock hard, groaning between her 
legs, and I could hear her wetness, or maybe it was the sound of his mouth on 
her. Either way, it made me dizzy with lust.

"Oh god," she whispered, shaking as she climbed off of him. "You have the best 
tongue, Doc."

"Is that all you want me for?" he chuckled, his hand stroking again, lazy. I 
nudged my clit with my finger, back and forth, as I watched him.

"No," she purred, moving his hand out of the way and stroking him herself. "You 
have the best cock, too."

"Good enough to eat?"

"Always," she said, moving down and taking him back into her mouth. Her body was in the way, and I couldn't see his cock in the mirror anymore. I stretched on my tiptoes, straining to see past her bottom. It was up in the air, and I could see 
her lips, completely bare, just like she said they were. They were slick and 
glistening in the lamplight.

"Yeah, baby," he moaned, and I could see his hand pressing her head down again. 
She was almost gagging on him, but she didn't seem to mind. "Deeper... come 
on... you can do it."

I heard her moan, and her ass wiggled back and forth. As I watched, she slipped 
her hand between her legs and began to massage her smooth lips, round and round, just like she had rubbed me in the bedroom earlier that night. 

I opened my robe a little more, bending over to look down between my legs at the 
dark triangle there. Making my palm flat over it, I began to rub, round and 
round. The sensation reminded me of her hand moving between my thighs and I 
leaned against the doorframe, rubbing faster as I watched.

Doc was bucking up into her mouth on the bed, grunting and moaning, louder and 
louder. I whimpered, easing back on my rubbing a little, wanting it to last 
forever. I wanted to see him cum again, but from this angle, I knew I couldn't, 
and from the sounds of it he was going to fill her mouth and make her swallow it 
again.

Almost like he knew, suddenly he was sitting up, rolling her over onto the bed 
and spreading her legs apart with his thighs. I could see everything now, the 
tip of his cock rubbing up and down her slick slit before he slid into her, his 
hips rocking as he held himself above her. 

"Fuck me," she growled, and I saw her hands digging hard into his ass, pulling 
him deeper into her. "You like that wet cunt squeezed around you, baby?"

He groaned, moving faster, driving deeper, and I felt myself edging near a point 
of no return. My fingers wouldn't stop moving against the tender bud of my clit, 
making delicious circles there, and my nipples were hard and poking straight 
out. I used my other hand to tweak them, first one, then the other.

"Ahhhh god!" he cried, and I saw him thrust even faster, pumping in and out of 
her now. "I'm gonna cum!"

"Come all over me," she groaned, and as he pulled out, I could see her fingers 
working her pussy, round and round, just like me. His cock throbbed and 
twitched, sending huge jets of his cum over her bare, swollen mound. A thick, 
white cascade of it slipped between her lips and ran down toward the mattress.

I stared at that flood of cum and wondered how it would taste, mixed with all 
her tangy juices. I trembled all over, feeling my orgasm taking me, shuddering 
through me with a force that threatened to buckle my knees. Lifting my fingers 
to my mouth and sucking on them, I moved quickly away from the door, heading for the bathroom.

When I had locked the door and started running the water in the tub, I took off 
my robe and stood in front of the mirror, wondering what Doc had meant when he 
said, "Do you think she'll do it?" He had to have meant me. What did he want me 
to do? 

I closed my eyes, remembering how he grabbed her, held her, pressed her, fucked 
her. It made me flush and my breath came quicker. I met my own eyes in the 
mirror when I opened them, realizing that whatever "it" was, Mrs. B was probably 
right. I was going to do it. 

"How'd you sleep, Ronnie?" Doc asked as he came into the kitchen. 

He was wearing just a pair of swim trunks, and I noticed how tanned and broad 
his back was as he bent down to look into the fridge.

"Good," I replied over my cup of coffee. 

Janie and Henry were chewing mouthfuls of Cocoa Crispies and Fruity Pebbles, 
each reading their respective boxes with a measure of concentration I only saw 
when they stared at the TV. "How about you?"

"Great," he said, shutting the fridge and pouring himself a cup of coffee. He 
grabbed a banana off the counter. "Hey, you want one of these?"

I stared at the banana in his hand and then met his eyes, swallowing and 
nodding. "Sure."

He sat next to me at the table, ruffling Henry's hair and tugging at Janie's 
ponytail as he sat down. They both mumbled some semblance of "Morning Dad," 
before going back to their cereal trance. 

"Where's Mrs. B?" I asked, taking the banana from him and ignoring the tingling 
feeling I got when his hand brushed mine. 

"Getting her suit on," he replied, taking a big bite of his banana and chewing. 
"We're going for a swim. You kids want to come?"

Henry looked up from his cereal box and then over to Janie. "Ok."

At least I knew they were actually paying attention to the conversation. "Well, 
I guess that means I'm coming, too."

"You can get some more sun," he said, taking another bite as he watched me peel 
my banana. 

"Yep." I bit the inside of my cheek, avoiding his eyes, but I could feel them on 
me. I slipped the top of the banana between my lips, licking the tip and 
glancing at him before taking a small bite. I heard his breath catch and tried 
not to smile. 

"You guys coming swimming?" Mrs. B came into the kitchen in a white bikini, 
different from the one she had been wearing the day before. This one covered a 
little more—but not much. I saw Doc's eyes sweep over her.

"Can I wear my Spiderman suit?" Henry asked, putting his bowl in the sink. 

"Did you hang it up to dry?" Mrs. B asked, turning to pour herself some coffee. 
Her suit was a thong, and I could see her round, tanned behind, completely 
exposed. 

"I'll go look," he called, running toward the stairs. Janie put her bowl into 
his in the sink with a sigh and trudged after him.

"Are you coming, Veronica?" Mrs. B asked, sitting next to her husband in the 
seat that Henry had vacated. 

I nodded, taking another bite of banana, my eyes shifting back over to Doc. He 
was definitely watching me. I chewed slowly and swallowed, feeling a slow heat 
spreading through my belly. 

"Do you want to borrow one of my suits?" she asked, pouring cream. The white 
fluid turned the dark liquid a smooth tan—almost the color of her skin. "I 
noticed yours was still in the sink. I hung it, but I don't think it's dry yet."

"Oh," I said, flushing. "I forgot it. I'm sorry."

"That's ok," she said, glancing over at Doc and giving him a smile. "Come on 
upstairs, I'll get you one of mine. Will you take the kids out when they're 
ready, babe?"

Doc leaned back in his chair, putting his hands behind his head. "Will do."

I put my half-eaten banana on the table, following Mrs. B upstairs. I could feel 
Doc's eyes on us as we left the room, Mrs. B in her micro-bikini and me in my 
boyshorts and t-shirt. 

"What color do you want?" she asked me, tossing suits out of her drawer. I 
stared at the selection piling up on the bed. She sat on the edge, sifting 
through them. "Oh, here's a good one. It's adjustable. Don't want you falling 
out."

She winked at me, holding it up. It was a light orange color, and to me it 
looked awfully small. 

"Let's try it on," she said, tossing it to me. I turned my back, even though I 
knew she could see me in the mirror, and pulled off my shirt. The cups were 
large for me, of course—she was probably twice my size in the department—but it tied up top and in back, closing the gap.

"Here," she said, watching me struggle with the ties. "Let me."

Her fingers moved lightly down my shoulder blades, tying the strings in back. I 
held my long dark hair up and out of her way while she tied the ones around my 
neck.

"Not bad," she said, cocking her head and looking at me in the mirror. "What do 
you think?"

I turned a little, staring at my reflection. "I like it."

"Well, let's try the bottoms," she said, holding them up. 

I hooked my thumbs in my boyshorts, pulling them down over my slim hips. I could 
see her watching me in the mirror, looking between my thighs. I took the bikini 
bottoms from her, balancing on one foot as I stepped into the leg holes, which 
were just a configuration of strings, really, attached to a small orange patch 
of material. Her hips were obviously wider than mine, because the ties on the 
sides needed to be re-tightened.

"Here," she said, seeing me working on one of the knots. "You keep going on that 
one, I'll see if I can get this one."

Kneeling on the other side of me, she began to try to untie the knot. I did the 
other side. They were very tight and hard to unfasten. 

"Damn thing," she swore, and I saw that her long nails were giving her a 
problem. Mine were shorter, and even I was having difficulty getting my side 
undone, although it was coming—slowly.

"Oh hell," she said, leaning forward and grasping the knot in her teeth. I 
gasped, feeling her mouth against my hip, looking down and watching her pull at 
the string, jerking her head as she tried to get it loose. 

"Got it!" She grinned up at me and laughed. "Sometimes you have to get 
creative."

I smiled back at her as she tied the string tighter around my hip. I had finally 
unloosened mine and I did the other side, adjusting the tiny orange triangle 
between my legs. The back was a thong, just a thin string that ran up between my 
cheeks. 

Mrs. B stayed on her knees, studying the orange material, and she began to pull 
it, first left, then right, frowning.

"Sweetie, I think we're going to have to do something about this," she said, 
biting her lip and trying again, this time right, then left. "Look."

She pointed to the mirror and I went to stand in front of it. "You've got just a 
little too much hair down there to wear it out, don't you think?"

I could see what she had been doing now with all her tugging. There was a line 
of dark, curly hair that showed on one side or the other of the small stretch of 
material, no matter how you positioned it. It also showed a fine line of hair 
along the top edge, although I could pull it up to cover that.

"I guess I can't wear it," I said with a sigh.

"Sure you can," she said, coming up behind me, her hands on my shoulders. She 
turned me, pushing me gently toward the bedroom door. "Come on, we'll fix it." 

She guided me into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind us. I 
could hear the kids downstairs, and Doc's voice above them. Mrs. B took a towel 
out of the linen closet and spread it on the long counter that connected the 
twin sinks. There was a large mirror behind it and I glanced at my reflection. I 
liked the color on me, the way it made my just-starting-to-tan skin look a 
little more brown somehow.

"Ok, take those off," Mrs. B said, tugging at the string of the bikini bottoms. 

I opened my mouth to say something, but I wasn't sure what to say, so I just 
slid them down over my hips and left them sitting on the rug. 

"Hop up," she said, patting the towel with a smile. 

"Um... Mrs. B," I said, watching her put a razor and a can of shaving gel on the 
counter.

She patted the towel again. "Come on," she said. "Don't worry, I've done this 
hundreds of times—and when Doc does it for me, it's always easier than if I do 
it myself."

I stared at her, sliding slowly up onto the fluffy white towel. "Doc... shaves 
you... down there?"

She turned on the water in the sink to my left, both hot and cold, adjusting it. 
"He used to. Before I started to wax. But we don't really have time to wax you 
today. We'll just shave you and make it all neat and smooth, ok?" 

I just nodded, not knowing what else to say. I could hear the doorwall opening 
and closing downstairs, and knew that they were going out, and that we were now 
alone in the house. 

"Easiest way to do this is for you to lean back a little and put your feet up on 
the counter," she instructed. 

I flushed. "But..." 

Sitting the way I was, or even changing in front of her, I wasn't completely 
exposed. Doing what she asked would spread everything wide open for her eyes and 
the thought made me dizzy.

"It's ok," she soothed, putting her hands on my thighs, rubbing them gently up 
and down. Her hands were soft, her red-tipped fingers long and slender. "We're 
all girls here, right?"

I nodded, letting her help me as she put my feet up on the edge of the counter, 
resting on the towel. My back was against the mirror, and it was cold, making me 
shiver. At least, I thought that's what was making me tremble. 

Mrs. B knelt between my legs, and I could see her eyes roaming over me down 
there. She smiled up at me and reached for the shaving cream. "You have a lovely 
pussy, Veronica."

I swallowed hard, not knowing what to say to that. "Will it hurt?"

"Not at all," she said, squirting a glob of gel into her hand and spreading it 
over the hair between my thighs. It developed quickly into a white foamy cream. 
Her fingers rubbed my mound gently, making me remember how she had rubbed me last night. "It's just like shaving your legs."

She ran the razor under the stream of water before moving it toward my lips. I 
watched, fascinated, as she started at the top, working her way down toward my 
slit, rinsing the razor between swipes. She was concentrating on what she was 
doing and seemed oblivious to the fact that she was touching the most private, 
secret parts of me. 

"Open your legs a little more," she instructed as she started to shave downward, 
first one side and then the other. Her fingers pushed and prodded at my pussy as 
she went, sending sweet waves of pleasure through me. Once in a while, her hand 
or her fingers would nudge my clit, sending a jolt straight up my spine. 

The water running down over my skin and onto the towel was warm and I closed my eyes for a moment, hearing the scrape of the razor, the running of the water, 
and Mrs. B breathing between my legs. 

I could feel her breath on my thigh, even over my pussy, as she knelt there and 
concentrated on the work at hand. When I looked down, I could see all the dark, 
wiry hair that had been there since I hit puberty was now gone, leaving just a 
little stubble. 

"This part is trickier," she said. "I've got to make it all smooth." Rinsing the 
blade again and then starting at the bottom, she took the razor against the 
grain of the hair, working her way back up my lips and over my mound. My pussy 
was throbbing now, and my nipples were poking out of the orange bikini top, 
betraying my excitement.

I gasped when she spread me open with her fingers. "Mrs. B!"

"I just have to run the razor along this edge here," she said, pulling one of my 
lips taut and bringing the blade up just along the inside. "I hate stray hairs, 
they drive me crazy. Trust me."

She did the other side, her wet fingers rubbing over my clit, not intentionally, 
but it still send a wave of heat through my belly. I was aching, yearning to be 
touched, or to touch myself. I knew my lips must be swollen—they felt huge, and 
so did my clit. I wondered if she could tell how wet I was, even with all the 
water running down between my legs.

"There!" she announced, cocking her head and looking at her handiwork. "Lovely. 
You have nice big, puffy inner lips, Veronica. And your clit stands right out. 
It's very pretty."

I could feel my cheeks burning. "Mrs. B..."

"It's true," she said with a smile, standing and rinsing the razor in the sink. 
"It's unusual... you should be proud of it."

I didn't know what to say. I put my legs down, closing my thighs. My pussy was 
wet from the shave, but it was also slick with excitement and when I squeezed my 
legs together, it made me feel faint. 

Things felt very different down there now—vulnerable and exposed. I reached my 
hand down tentatively and gasped at how incredibly smooth my skin was now.

"Isn't that great?" she asked, her eyes bright. "I love how soft it is. Here, 
let's get you rinsed off. The fastest way is in the shower."

She had me stand at the back of the tub as she unhooked the showerhead and 
adjusted the water temperature. 

"Is that too hot?" she asked, touching the spray to my feet. 

I shook my head. "No." 

Mrs. B knelt by the side of the tub, moving the water over my thighs and up to 
my pussy. 

"Open up," she said, looking up at me. "Use your fingers, just spread your lips 
open."

Feeling the water running over my smooth, exposed labia was one thing, but 
feeling it spraying directly on my clit made me moan out loud. 

"Here, let's try this," Mrs. B said, turning a knob on the shower massage. "That 
shaving cream can be irritating if it gets left on your skin. Want to make sure 
we get it all."

The water was pulsing now, and she was aiming it right between my legs. I could 
barely keep my eyes open, it felt so good. My knees wanted to buckle, but I held 
my lips open for the hot throb of the water moving back and forth over my clit. 

"Mrs. B," I pleaded, my head going back, my eyes closing fully now. The water 
got closer and closer to my pussy, the throb faster, harder, and I moaned, my 
head going from side to side. I couldn't stand it—it felt too good.

"Oh god," I whispered, feeling my climax beginning. I saw her watching me, her 
eyes bright, and felt ashamed to be doing this here in front of her, but I 
couldn't stop it. I shuddered and bucked my hips and moaned and bit my lip to 
try to keep from screaming as I came and came, waves of pleasure rolling through 
my body, undulating my belly and hips toward the hot flow of the water between 
my legs.

"Good," she murmured, easing the pulse of the water back down my thighs. I could 
feel her hand brushing over my mound, touching me there, cupping me. It felt so 
good I thought I would die. "I think we got it all. Ready to get your suit on?"

I whimpered, opening my eyes to her as she shut off the water and grabbed 
another towel out of the linen closet. Stepping out of the tub, I took it from 
her, rubbing myself dry, my whole body flushed and filled with the heat of my 
orgasm. I glanced shyly over at her as she watched me, wondering if she knew, if 
she could tell?

"Here you go," she said, handing me the orange bikini bottoms. "Let's see how 
they look now."

I slid them on, smoothing the straps over my hips, and looking into the mirror. 
There wasn't a wisp of hair to be found peeking around it.

"Thanks." I smiled over at her. 

"My pleasure," she replied, folding up the towel on the counter and putting it 
in the sink. "Ready for that swim?"

"In a minute," I said, looking down at the floor. "I have to pee. I'll meet you 
out there."

"Okay," she agreed, turning and opening the door. 

I collapsed onto the toilet seat when she went out, panting and flushed. I 
couldn't believe what had just happened, and yet Mrs. B acted like it was 
nothing at all. I cupped the triangle of orange material between my legs, 
feeling the gentle throb there still. My pussy felt different, new somehow—and 
so did I. 


Babysitting the Baumgartners Ch. 05

They were all playing in the surf when I stepped outside into a wall of heat. It 
actually smelled and tasted like rain, although there wasn't a cloud in the sky. 
The humidity was like that down here, I'd discovered, and it seemed to force 
beads of sweat to the surface of my skin the minute I walked out of the 
air-conditioning. 

Mrs. B saw me and waved, and I waved back. The white hot sand was burning my 
feet, and I noticed how different everything felt between my legs now that I was 
shaved. I could feel my lips rubbing together as I walked, almost as if they 
were constantly massaging my clit. 

Janie and Henry were taking turns being tossed into the rolling waves by Doc, 
squealing and screeching as he hurled them out into the water. His arms were 
strong ropes of muscle I noticed, working hard as he hefted them around. They 
weren't lightweights anymore. They would come up sputtering and laughing, 
although it looked dangerous to me, but what did I know? 

I was grateful when my feet greeted the wet sand and then the water's edge. Mrs. 
B looked over at me, shading her eyes against the sun. Her long blonde hair was 
pulled back into a ponytail and I remembered that I didn't bring one. 

"Hey, that's your bathing suit, Mom!" Janie called, wiping salt water out of her 
eyes. 

"Yep," Mrs. B agreed as I began to wade out. "Veronica's borrowing it."

I saw Mr. B's gaze moving over me, lingering between my legs. It tingled there, 
as if his eyes were actually touching me. "Looks great, Ronnie."

"Thanks," I murmured, wading a little further out, wanting to bury myself in the 
water even though part of me liked the way he looked at me. I had to go by him 
to sink further in, and I swear I could feel his eyes on my back, and I was all 
too aware that except for two sets of string, I looked naked from behind. 

I sank to my knees, pushing off the sandy bottom and skimming forward into the 
cool water. I went under for a moment to get my hair wet, slicking it back from 
my face as I came up near Mrs. B where I could stand and the water came up to my shoulders.

"Let's play Marco Polo!" Henry exclaimed, watching his father toss his sister 
into the water. She squealed and then held her nose, scrunching her face up as 
she went under. 

"Yeah!" Janie burst up a moment later, obviously having heard her brother's 
remark before she went down. She was rubbing water out of her eyes. "We have 
enough people, let's play Marco Polo!"

"You're it, then, Henry," I called. 

He closed his eyes and started counting to ten. We all moved away from him. 
Janie brushed past me, giggling, her wet blonde ponytail hanging to the middle 
of her back. 

"Marco!" he called, doing a blind-man walk forward, his hands out in front of 
him. 

There was a chorus of "Polo's" from all of us, and he struggled forward toward 
the voices. He was closest to me, his fingertips reaching out, and I tried to 
move back, but Janie was clutching my hips and giggling as she hid behind me, 
making it impossible.

"I got you!" Henry cried, opening his eyes when his fingers brushed my arm.

"That was a short one," Mrs. B remarked with a laugh. 

"Janie's fault," I grumbled, turning and sticking my tongue out at her. "I'm 
coming for you, little girl, you better watch it!"

She squealed and moved away from me toward her mother as I closed my eyes and started to count to 10. I realized that it was going to be a lot harder to play 
this in the ocean with the sound of the waves crashing in on the shore then it 
would in the glass surface of a pool.

I was already reaching my hands out and straining to hear something as I 
counted. There was Janie, giggling, to my left. I turned toward the sound, 
rushing forward, trying to catch her, but came up empty. 

"Ten... Marco!" I called, and I heard them all say "Polo!" Janie and her mom 
were to my left and so was Doc, but Henry was somewhere off to my right. Playing 
the odds, I lunged left and heard Janie squeal and the splashing of water as she 
swam away.

"Marco!" I said, taking a few more steps forward. Janie responded off to my 
right now, and so did Henry. Mrs. B was somewhere behind me, but I didn't hear 
Doc at all. I realized he must have been under water when I called.

"Marco!" I said again, hearing the same responses, except this time Doc's "Polo" 
was right in front of me, his voice low. 

I reached a hand forward in the water and felt the smooth, hard planes of his 
belly just above the elastic band of his suit. 

Gasping, I opened my eyes and saw him standing there, looking at me and smiling. 


"Got me," he said with a wink, his voice still low. 

"Daddy, you're it!" Janie called, jumping up and down in the water. 

We all moved away from him as he started counting. Janie was still hiding behind 
her mother, and Henry was moving more toward shore. When Doc called "Marco!" I 
was still the closest one, and he followed my voice. 

I went under for a moment, kicking hard and swimming the opposite direction past 
him. I heard him say a muffled "Marco!" again, but I kept swimming. Gasping as I 
came up, I heard him say it again and I had to answer. He was inches away from 
Janie and Mrs. B, but when I said "Polo," he turned toward the sound of my 
voice.

I could look at him without him seeing me as he walked toward me, his dark, wet 
hair curling, the tanned skin of his chest and belly and arms beaded with water. 
I realized that if I could watch him, unnoticed, then he could have been 
watching me, too. That thought made my breath catch. He was getting closer and 
closer, edging his way, and his body blocked out the sight of Mrs. B and Janie 
behind him. 

"Marco!" he called. 

"Polo," I whispered. 

His head turned toward me and he grinned, lunging at me just as I pushed off 
from the bottom, trying to swim away. We both went under for a moment, and he 
had me by my thigh, gripping his way up to my hips, his big body twisting 
against mine under the water. For a moment I was beneath him, in his arms, 
pressed against him and could feel something hard against my leg. I didn't 
realize, until his fingers brushed over my breast, sending shivers through me, 
what it was. 

I came up gasping and so did he. We were out deeper now, and I had to stand on 
my tiptoes to stay up. He was under the water to his shoulders, his face inches 
from mine.

"You got me," I whispered, licking my lips and sliding my thigh against his.

His eyes widened and then I felt his fingers gripping my hips, his knee sliding 
up the inside of my thighs, dangerously high, until I heard Henry calling, 
"Ronnie's IT!"

I smiled as I turned away from him and started swimming back. He followed. We 
played a few more rounds, but then the kids got bored and wanted to go work on 
their "sand village." 

We three "adults" spread out a couple blankets and laid out in the sun. Mrs. B 
was next to me and Doc had his own blanket on the other side of her. I was 
looking over at Mrs. B. She was on her back, her arm thrown over her eyes. I 
couldn't help watching her breasts rise and fall with her breath, full and 
fleshy under the white bikini top. I was remembering what she looked like lying 
there topless. 

Doc was up on his elbow, facing me, and when I met his eyes, he smiled. I could 
feel him looking at me, almost like a heat. I stretched, arching my back, and 
saw his eyes widen and then darken, his smile fading as he watched me roll to my 
side and then over onto my belly, adjusting my straps. 

My skin and hair were still wet from the swim, and the heat of the sun felt 
good. I opened my legs a little bit, lifting my hips, knowing that my bare ass 
was sticking up in the air as I did. I was watching him watch me through 
half-closed eyes, a lazy smile on my face. I couldn't help glancing down at his 
crotch, and I could see that he was hard. I licked my lips, remembering the 
length of him, how his hand moved up and down the shaft. 

My now-bare pussy was tingling with feeling, and I wished I was alone so I could 
touch it. I fantasized about his hand there, those big fingers spreading me 
open. I glanced down at his suit again, and saw him shifting, moving things 
around there, and wondered what it would feel like in my hand, my mouth, inside 
of me. My pussy ached at the thought.

I was totally lost in my fantasy when a stream of cold water splashed over my 
back, making me scream and kneel up. Henry was laughing and running, trailing a 
blue bucket behind him. 

"Ooooo you're going to get it!" I cried, standing up and taking off after him. 

I caught up with him at the shoreline, grabbing his swimming trunks. He was 
squealing and apologizing, and laughing, still. I tackled him, straddling and 
tickling him. He howled, twisting. 

"Stop, stop! I'm sorry!" he begged, gasping. Janie was watching, grinning. 

"Henry, you shouldn't have done that." Doc was standing behind me and I shaded 
my eyes as I looked up at him. He was grinning, too. "As irresistible as the 
target may have seemed."

"Very funny," I remarked, standing up. 

Henry was still giggling as he stood, too. 

"Hop on pop!" he cried, tackling his father. 

Doc groaned, catching him with one arm. Janie squealed, running towards him, and 
he braced himself for her, mock-falling back onto the sand when she hit him in 
the chest. 

He laid sprawled in the sand while the kids crawled over him, trying to tickle 
him. 

"You know I'm not ticklish," he said, looking up at me as I walked by. "But I 
bet Ronnie is."

"Hey!" He had hold of my ankle and I gasped, trying to shake him loose. "Oh, no, 
you don't!"

"Hop on babysitter!" Doc called, and the kids screeched, jumping up to tackle 
me. I couldn't get away with the hold he had on my ankle, and I tumbled to the 
sand as Henry and Janie tickled my ribs, making me laugh.

"Stop!" I gasped, rolling away from them, but Doc still had my ankle, and now 
his other hand was on my calf, moving up. 

"I'll hold her," Doc said, grabbing my hip and using it as leverage to roll me 
onto my back. I was helpless, laughing as Henry and Janie dug their little 
fingers into my ribs. "You tickle her."

My eyes widened as Doc climbed on top of me, straddling me. He grabbed my arms, 
pinning them above my head. My eyes met his, shocked and excited, and he saw it, 
putting his mouth next to my ear, the heat of his breath making me tremble.

"Got you," he whispered, moving his hips just a little, letting me feel how hard 
he was, the length of him pressed right there between my lips. My clit felt like 
it was pulsing against the head of his cock.

"Stop, stop, stop!" I begged as the kids' fingers found their way under my arms, 
making me twist and squeal underneath him. I couldn't stop laughing, and still 
the feel of his erection between my legs made my pussy throb and my head pound. 

"Ok, ok," he said, sitting up a little, looking into my eyes. "I think the 
babysitter's had enough."

I shook my head and mouthed the word, "No," and met Doc's eyes, moving my hips up just a little bit with the tiniest, almost imperceptible rock. He pressed 
into me, squeezing my wrists before letting me go.

Henry took his father at his word and tackled Janie then, trying to tickle her, 
and they rolled and kicked in the sand. Doc moved off me and headed for the 
water, and I knew why—because he was hard as a rock. That thought left my 
breathless. 

I stood, brushing sand off of me. Henry got bored and went back to digging a 
"moat" around his "castle." Janie joined him after a breathless minute.

"Carrie!" Doc called, waving toward shore. I saw Mrs. B sit up, shading her 
eyes. "Come swim with me!"

I was still wiping sand off my arms while I watched her wade into the water, 
swimming out to where he was standing. He grabbed her, twirling her around, 
making her squeal, and I watched them, feeling something hard and tight in the 
pit of my stomach. 

I went and got one of the floats from the side of the house, climbing onto it 
and paddling through the waves. I laid on my belly, letting the water rock me up 
and down as I watched them playing together. They were a good ways off from me, 
splashing and laughing. 

I closed my eyes and drifted, spreading my thighs and letting my feet dangle in 
the water, hugging the float to my body. The water was rocking me a little 
closer, close enough that I could hear them. 

"No one will know," Doc said, and I opened one eye, seeing Mrs. B with her arms 
around his neck. They were shoulder-deep in the water. "Please, baby."

"Doc," she admonished, glancing toward shore, and then over at me. I made my 
eyes into slits, hoping to look as if I were sleeping. I knew what he wanted, 
because I wanted it, too. My pussy was aching, my clit a little humming swell 
between my thighs. 

I saw his thumbs moving over her nipples through her white bikini top, making 
her gasp. He kept that up as he kissed her. I was close enough now that I could 
see his tongue slipping into her mouth. I licked my lips, swallowing hard, the 
heat of the sun on my back nothing compared to the fire burning between my legs.

I saw Mrs. B glance over at the kids and then back at me. "What about Veronica?"

"She's not paying attention," Doc replied, glancing over at me, too. "Please, 
Carrie. God, I can't stand it."

Mrs. B's hand was moving under the water, and I realized that she must have his 
cock in her hand. That thought made my clit beg to be touched, and I slipped a 
hand slowly underneath me, edging under the tiny triangle of my suit. 

"That's it, baby," Doc moaned, and I saw him bucking against her. "God, I want 
to fuck you."

My fingers eased between my swollen lips, rubbing at my clit as I watched her 
straddle him, wrapping her legs around his waist. I couldn't see anything with 
the water rushing around them, but I knew he was sliding his cock up inside of 
her from the way their eyes closed, the way they moved together, a little 
different rhythm from the waves that were rocking me up and down on the float.

She was wrapped around him, biting his shoulder, digging her nails into his 
back. He turned with her in his arms, so her back was to me, and I could see his 
face, his eyes closed as he fucked her. My clit was asking to be rubbed harder, 
faster, and I did, I couldn't help it. I was watching them openly now, working 
my hand under my tummy, between my legs, feeling that familiar tug and swelling 
in my belly. 

"I'm gonna cum," he groaned, pulling her hard into him, and I came, too, 
quivering and gasping, trying not to make any noise at all as a white, pulsing 
heat seemed to fill my body. I imagined his cum shooting up inside of me, the 
feel of his cock throbbing as he came, and when I opened my eyes I saw him 
looking at me. He was kissing Mrs. B's shoulder, her neck, but his eyes were on 
mine and he was smiling.

"Thank you, baby," he murmured, nuzzling her. I bit my lip, shivering, sliding 
my hand out from between my legs, making sure he saw me. His eyes widened as I 
lifted my fingers to my mouth, sucking and licking them as he watched. 


Babysitting the Baumgartners Ch. 06

I was supposed to be taking Janie and Henry shopping with Mrs. B. That was the 
plan, mostly because Mr. and Mrs. B had a big party to go to that night and she 
didn't have anything to wear, she said. 

The kids got bored quick, though, and I didn't blame them. There were only so 
many Louis Vuitton purses and Gucci scarves an eight year old could stand to 
look at before getting whiny. 

Frankly, I was starting to get whiny, myself, even after we took a trip through 
the Disney Store for an hour or so. Mrs. B didn't seem anywhere near ready to 
quit.

We stopped for lunch, and that's when we all got saved. 

"Oh my god, Maureen Holmes, is that you?" Mrs. B stood up and I watched her kiss 
the air next to the cheek of a woman with short, stylish dark hair who had two 
children trailing behind her that looked a little younger than Janie and Henry. 
There was a girl about my age with a blonde ponytail holding their hands.

Small world—they were friends of the Baumgartners from back home, and Janie and Henry jumped at the chance to have playmates their own age again. The older 
women chatted, and me and the blonde (her name was Gretchen and she was the 
Holmes' au pair, she told me) wrangled the kids. As she and I talked, I realized 
that she actually got paid for doing for the Holmes' what I was doing for the 
Baumgartners for free. 

When it was time to go, all four of the kids had a meltdown, and we stood around 
with the eyes of restaurant patrons on us, wondering what to do.

"Why don't I take them all back to the house?" Gretchen suggested, smiling at 
Mrs. Holmes. "You can come pick them up later, Mrs. Baumgartner. I'm sure the 
kids would love to play together a while longer, and it would give you two a 
chance to catch up some more."

And just like that, the au pair saved the day. The two women looked at her like 
she was wearing tights and cape with a big "S" on the back. 

"Do you want to just go back to the house, Veronica?" Mrs. B asked me. "I'm sure 
Gretchen can handle the kids."

And that's how I ended up with the whole afternoon to myself. I walked home, 
since it was only half a mile, enjoying the sunshine. I went for a swim when I 
got back, then took a shower and painted my toenails and called my sister, Amy, 
and my best friend, Jenny, back home. Then I curled up with a book on my bed and 
fell asleep and didn't wake up until someone came in downstairs.

It was Doc. He called up to see if anyone was home, but I was still half-asleep 
and I didn't answer. Really, it was just that I was still too flushed and 
embarrassed to reply. I'd been dreaming about Mrs. B lying on a towel on the 
beach. I was straddling her waist and pouring oil onto her breasts and rubbing 
it in. She was moaning and saying, "More on the nipples, Veronica. In circles."

I almost fell back asleep, still imagining what it would feel like to run my 
slick hands over Mrs. B's heavy breasts, when I heard moaning from downstairs. 
For a moment, I was caught in that liminal space between sleep and 
consciousness, and I thought it must be my dream. 

Then I heard it again, a woman moaning, saying, "Fuck me! Harder! That's it!" 

I sat up in bed, tilting my head and listening. Was Mrs. B home? Where were the 
kids? Remembering the other night when I stood outside of the Baumgartners' room and watched Doc and Mrs. B together, I crept quietly down the hallway. The 
moaning was louder, now, and I could also hear music. 

Then Doc's voice, "Oooo yeah, baby."

I sat on the first step, my breath held, trying to puzzle out what I was 
hearing. I slid quietly down a step, and then one more, looking through the 
banister. From my vantage point, I could see the television, a huge widescreen, 
flat panel that made Shrek seem ten feet tall. 

Shrek wasn't on it, though—rather, a dark-haired girl in pigtails was bent over 
the arm of a big, comfy chair, and she was being fucked from behind by an older 
man with an enormous cock. I had thought Doc's was big...

In fact, I could make a direct comparison, because Doc was leaning back on the 
sofa, his jeans pushed down his hips. His cock was hard, and he was gripping and 
pumping it while he watched what was happening on the screen. 

I stared, unable to look away as the girl put her leg up over the chair, giving 
the camera a better view. My exposure to porn had pretty much been limited to a 
few Internet pop-ups, so this was all new to me. I looked at the girl's face—she 
looked young, probably my age, and she had a red lollipop that she was sucking 
and licking on.

Her pussy was shaved completely, I noticed, and it glistened as his cock slammed 
into her. I could feel my own shaved pussy when I squeezed my legs together, 
aching to be touched. Doc was pumping a little faster now, his other hand 
reaching down and cupping his balls. I bit my lip, seeing his eyes half-closed, 
the look of pleasure on his face.

My breath was coming faster, and I unbuttoned my cut-offs, sliding the zipper 
down the teeth a notch at a time, afraid he might hear, even over the moaning 
and grunting on the television. 

As I watched, the cock that had been plunging into her slid out, pulsing and 
thick with her wetness. It was bigger than Doc's but it reminded me of him, and 
my eyes flicked to his hand shuttling up and down the length.

"Put that big dick in my little pussy, Mr. Smith," the girl said, her voice high 
and breathy. She was reaching back and spreading herself open, the lollipop 
still in her hand. 

"Yeahhhhhh," the guy on the screen groaned as he shoved his cock back inside of 
her. "God, you've got such a tight little hole, baby girl."

From the sofa, Doc groaned, too, his hand slowing on his cock, squeezing the tip 
hard. 

The girl's pigtails were bouncing with every thrust, and she was moaning and 
rocking. She reached her lollipop between her legs and the camera zoomed in on 
her bare slit as she rubbed it over and over her clit. I stared, feeling the 
pulse of my own clit. 

I wedged my hand down into my cutoffs, fingers probing the moist heat of my 
pussy, so sensitive now that it was bald and exposed. Doc was pumping his cock 
again, his hand gripping the top, moving the loose skin over the head. I could 
see the tip of it was a little wet and I wondered what it tasted like.

Rubbing my clit was difficult like this because the seam of my cutoffs rode 
against my hand when I moved. I shifted, frustrated, as I watched Doc's hand 
slip up under his shirt. He was tweaking his nipple, groaning and thrusting 
upward. 

The girl was sucking her lollipop again, arching her back and looking over her 
shoulder at the older man fucking her. 

She made a little pout with her lips and asked in that same breathy, high voice, 
"Do you like fucking the babysitter, Mr. Smith?" 

Doc groaned out loud, and I saw him squeeze the tip of his cock again until it 
turned bright red. His hips were moving, his head back and his eyes closed. 

"He loves fucking the babysitter, sweetheart," I heard Doc murmur, opening his 
eyes again halfway. 

He was using his palm to rub the wet head of his cock. I flushed, wondering if 
he was thinking about me. The girl on the screen looked a little like me—the 
dark hair and eyes, the slender body and small breasts. 

The thought made me desperate to touch myself. I tried rubbing the seam of my 
jeans over my clit, but it was just a tease. I needed more stimulation. I stood 
on the step, balancing as I slid my cutoffs and panties off. 

My fingers slipped through the slippery, wet folds of flesh, so soft and smooth. 
I could open my legs now, and I did, shifting to lean back against the wall at a 
better angle to see both Doc and the screen. I spread and pulled on my lips as I 
watched the babysitter who looked a little like me get fucked by that great big 
cock.

The girl was on top of him now, a jerky transition as she sat on his cock facing 
the camera, her movements uncoordinated and unsure. He grabbed her hips, putting her legs up, and gripped her ass, fucking her from underneath. His motion was fluid, fast and hard, making her moan, her tiny breasts bouncing up and down. 

"Yeah," Doc moaned at the television, his hand speeding up. "Fuck her good."

I slipped my fingers inside of my pussy, staring at Doc's stiff cock. It was 
swollen and red, and although it paled in comparison to the enormous thing on 
the screen, it was real flesh, engorged with blood, being pumped just ten feet 
from me. I could hear the sound of it, the slap and shuffle of his hand from 
base to tip.

I teased my clit with my fingers, rubbing it in circles. I was already so wet 
that I could feel my juices slipping down the crack of my ass. That was one 
thing about being shaved—there was nothing there to impede the flow. My panties 
were wet all the time, now.

"Mr. Smith, what are you doing!" the pigtailed girl gasped.

I watched as he turned her over, his wet fingers probing her asshole. I stared, 
stunned, open mouthed. 

"Yeahhhh," Doc moaned, moving his hips lower on the sofa. "Fuck that tight 
little asshole."

Shocked, I stared at the screen where that enormous cock was easing into a place 
that it never should have even thought about going. 

Horrified, I didn't think, I just reacted, gasping out loud.

Doc turned his head toward the stairs, and I knew he could see me through the 
barrister, my shorts off, my legs spread. I sat for a moment, paralyzed, and so 
did he, our eyes locking. 

Then, I grabbed my cutoffs and ran upstairs to my room. I could hear him 
following me and I slammed my door, mortified, burying my face in my pillow.

"Ronnie?" He opened my door without knocking. "I didn't know you were here."

"Go away!" I moaned into my pillow. I hadn't even had time to put my shorts back 
on. 

"It's okay," he said, his voice reassuring. "You don't have to be embarrassed."

"Go away," I moaned again, shaking my head.

"You're beautiful, Ronnie," he murmured.

I turned my face a little, listening.

"Did it feel good?" he asked after a moment. "Touching yourself like that?"

My pussy was still wet and aching to be touched. "Yes," I admitted. 

"It feels good when I do it, too," he said. "It's normal, you know. Totally 
natural."

I nodded, hugging my pillow. "I know."

He didn't say anything for a moment, but I heard a sound that had become 
familiar to me—his hand slipping up and down the length of his cock. 

I rolled over, and sure enough, he was standing there in my doorway, his jeans 
down over his hips, his stiff cock in his hand.

"Doc," I said, lifting my eyes to his. 

If I had thought that he was looking at me with lust the other day on the 
beach... suffice to say that now I knew what real lust looked like. His eyes 
were dark with it as they moved over my body, focusing between my legs. 

"It feels good," he murmured, and I shifted my gaze back down to his hand as it 
moved faster. "Don't you want to keep touching yourself?"

I made a noise that was half moan, half whimper, nodding. 

"Spread your legs for me, Ronnie," he said, squeezing the head again. "Please?"

I hesitated, seeing his eyes focused between my thighs, the look in them making 
me feel faint. He looked like he could eat me alive. 

"Go ahead," he said, and I could hear his breath coming faster. Mine was, too. 
"I won't touch you or do anything, I promise. I just want to see you."

I opened for him, my knees up and falling to the side. He groaned, his hand 
moving rapidly. 

"You're so fucking beautiful," he whispered, his face almost pained as he looked 
at me. "Will you pull up your shirt and let me see all of you?"

I swallowed, nodding, squirming under his gaze as I slipped my t-shirt off and 
undid the front hook on my bra, letting it fall open. I was leaning back on my 
elbows now, completely nude.

He let out a slow breath through pursed lips, shaking his head. "Do you know how 
much I want you?"

I shook my head, blushing, feeling how much as he looked at me, seeing it in the 
red throbbing of the cock in his hand. 

"If you don't mind, I'm going to keep doing this," he murmured, pumping, that 
slick sound filling the room. "Mostly because you're so fucking beautiful I 
can't stop..."

I stared, my mouth a little open, my eyes half-closed, aching all over.

"But what I really want is to see you touch yourself," he whispered, his eyes 
between my legs. "I want to see you cum. Would you do that for me?"

I blushed, feeling a heat creeping over my cheeks and my chest, but I slipped my 
hand between my thighs. He nodded his encouragement, leaning against the door 
frame and groaning when I spread my lips open with my fingers, looking for my 
clit.

His reaction made me a bolder and I used both hands, pulling my lips apart, 
showing him. He made a noise in his throat, his hand flying up and down his 
shaft now. I used my fingers to rub my clit, moaning a little as I circled it 
faster and faster. I was so excited now that I was dripping wet.

"Good girl," he breathed, and I watched him, too, the sound of our labored 
breathing filling the room. He moved a little further into the doorway, his eyes 
burning between my thighs. 

"Oh, Doc," I moaned, using my palm to rub my nipple, making it hard, sending 
shivers through me. It felt so good I could barely breathe. 

"Yes," he murmured, taking a few more steps toward my bed, looking down at me. 
His hand was a blur over his shaft, but I could still see the red tip, wet with 
pre-cum. 

"Oh, god," I gasped, rocking my hips, arching, pulling at my nipples and 
twisting them as I played with my clit. "My pussy feels so good."

He groaned, standing beside the bed now. I could have reached out and touched 
his cock, and I wanted to, but didn't dare. I looked up at him and saw that he 
was staring at my fingers moving back and forth in my wetness, now, teasing my 
clit toward release.

"Doc, I'm close," I whispered, feeling that sweet ache reaching a delicious 
peak, the hot friction of my fingers driving me upward fast. 

He nodded, squeezing the head of his cock again, and this time I could see it 
actually throbbing between his fingers, the tip leaking a clear, thick fluid. 

"Come on," he growled, and he started stroking again, aiming his cock toward 
where my fingers were massaging my pussy, fast and furious now. I was breathless 
and gasping, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out as the first wave of my 
orgasm washed over me.

"Ohhhh now," I moaned, closing my eyes, my whole body shuddering with hot, 
delicious spasms of pleasure. I felt the first spurt of his cum before I saw it, 
like fire across my belly. I gasped and moaned, looking down at the thick white 
rope of cum, like an arrow pointing its way toward my throbbing pussy. 

I watched, still quivering, as he groaned and pumped his cock through his fist, 
shooting more hot fluid over my trembling belly. When he was spent, he leaned 
his hand against the wall, panting, resting his forehead on his arm.

"That felt so good," I murmured, and he smiled when he looked at me, nodding. 
His eyes were still glazed and I wondered if I looked like that, too.

We both jumped at the sound of the door downstairs and Mrs. B's voice calling 
up, "Doc?" 

"Fuck," he swore, hauling his jeans up and I could hear Janie and Henry down 
there too, arguing about something. 

He looked back at me from the doorway. "You really are beautiful."

I sighed when he shut the door, looking down at the pool of cum accumulating in 
my navel. Smiling, a dipped a finger into it, bringing it to my mouth. It was a 
sharp taste, a little acrid, but I sucked it off my finger anyway, remembering 
how he looked as he came all over my tummy. 


Babysitting the Baumgartners Ch. 07

"Veronica, can I get your opinion about something?" Mrs. B poked her head around 
the door to find me curled up on my bed.

"Sure," I said, putting down my book. "What's up?"

They were getting ready to go out, and Henry and Janie were already asleep. 
They'd obviously worn themselves out playing with the Holmes kids. Henry was 
actually nodding off over his spaghetti and Doc kept taking bets on whether or 
not his nose would end up in it. I won—I said he wouldn't end up with his face 
in the plate—although a couple times, I thought for sure he was a goner. Doc 
paid up, though, five bucks.

"I need a girl's eye," Mrs. B said, motioning for me to follow her. "Doc's no 
help with these things."

I trailed after her into their room, a little hesitant, not knowing if Doc was 
up here. I could hear the TV on downstairs, though, and I thought he was 
probably down there. Mrs. B had two dresses hung over the door and she was 
wearing a third, a long, brown, satin halter dress that I noticed was completely 
backless when she turned to take the other two dresses down. She tossed them 
next to me on the bed.

"Ok, there's this one," she said, going over to the mirror and turning, first 
left, then right. "What do you think?"

I shrugged. "It seems a little formal. What kind of party is this?"

"This dress a Nicole Miller," she added, as if that might mean something to me. 
I found myself much more interested in who was in the dress than who designed 
it. "Oh, it's a fancy sort of party. All the men in suits sort of thing."

I watched her turn in the dress, the lush brown satin moving over her hips like 
it was part of her. She smoothed it like liquid over her belly and reached up to 
lift her breasts. Her hands on them gave me a start, even through the material, 
and I couldn't help but remember her cupping and tweaking them, her hair falling 
back and brushing Doc's chest as she rocked against his mouth. Her hands took 
the weight of them, lifting and pushing them together in the fabric as I 
watched, feeling that slow heat spreading in my lower belly.

She winked at me in the mirror. "Gonna need the push-up bra, no matter what we 
decide." 

"It's beautiful," I said, reaching out to finger the material as she came to 
stand beside me to look at the other dresses. There was a long slit up the side 
and my fingers touched the softness of her thigh as I rubbed the satin. She gave 
me a warm smile, her eyes seeming to know something, and my breath caught and my belly clenched.

"Let's try this one," she said, pulling out a black silk dress, another backless 
halter with velvet trim. 

I watched as she untied the brown satin halter behind her neck, sliding the 
dress down her hips. Her breasts swayed as she stepped out of it, and the dress 
pulled her black panties down a little. She adjusted them, her fingers snapping 
the elastic, before she stepped into the black dress, pulling it up tight and 
holding the ties around her neck.

"What about this one?" she asked, turning again so I could see. It shimmered on 
her body like it was made of liquid. "It's a Vera Wang." 

"I love it," I replied, not caring at all who Vera Wang was as I saw that this 
one was slit up to mid-thigh on both sides as she walked. "It really shows off 
your tan."

She smiled, dropping the halter and coming toward me topless, working the dress 
down her hips. Her brown nipples were stiff, probably from cold, but she was so 
close that I could see the skin pursed around them. I couldn't help but remember 
Doc's hands on them, her own hands on them, and then I found myself imagining my hands on them. What would they feel like, the weight of them, cupped in my 
palms? I looked down at the carpet, feeling a little breathless.

Mrs. B tossed the black silk onto the bed. "See, if I had tan lines, none of 
these dresses would work very well, would they?"

"Good point," I agreed as she lifted the last dress, a raspberry red chiffon 
slip dress with spaghetti straps. This one went on like a second skin. The 
bodice was crossed and pleated, making her breasts appear even larger, and the 
plunging neckline gave a good view of the swell of her cleavage.

"Zip me?" she asked, backing up until she was pressed between my thighs. I was 
wearing shorts and I couldn't tell which was softer, the material rubbing 
against my legs or her skin. I grasped the little zipper and it went up like I 
was sealing her in.

"This one?" she asked, twirling a little, the chiffon skirt showing a generous 
amount of her long, brown legs when she did. "It's a Susana Monaco. Oh, but 
wait!"

Mrs. B moved the black and brown pile of satin and silk and pulled out a long 
chiffon scarf, the same color as the dress. She wrapped it once around her neck, 
letting the ends hang down to her hips in front and back. 

"Ohhh," I breathed, fascinated by the way little stray blonde hairs curled at 
the nape of her neck and around her face with her hair up, how the scarf just 
drew more attention to it. "That's the one. Perfect."

She smiled, looking pleased, and turned back to the mirror. "That's what I 
thought, but it's good to get another woman's opinion."

I don't know why, but Mrs. B calling me a woman made me feel warm and a little 
tingly. She dug through the closet and found a pair of strappy shoes with 
incredibly high stiletto heels. They looked scary-high to me. She put each foot 
up on the vanity table chair to do the straps, the muscles in her slim calves 
flexing, and then walked around in them like a pro.

"Now I just have to find a bra," she murmured, going over and rummaging through 
her drawers. 

"Ah, here we are," she said, holding a black one up. "Here, can you unzip me, 
Veronica?"

I watched as the smooth, tawny skin of her back was revealed when the zipper 
parted. I brushed my fingers over her spine as I unzipped her, trying to make it 
seem accidental. I just had to touch her. When I had it all the way down, I 
could see the lace top of her black panties and the two dimples just above them. 
She lifted her breasts into the bra cups and reached around to do the hooks. Her 
fingernails were their usual red and almost matched the dress.

"There," she said, adjusting. "Zipper?"

I closed it back up, feeling the slight resistance as the material stretched 
around her flesh. When she turned around, I gasped. The bra pressed her breasts 
up high, firm golden orbs nestled together in the red pleated fabric.

She laughed and exclaimed, "I know. Thank you, Victoria's Secret!"

"Carrie?" Doc called up the stairs. "Almost?"

"Almost!" she called back, grabbing the hangers for the other two dresses and 
starting to put them back.

"Let me do that," I offered, holding my hands out for them. She gave the hangers 
to me with a smile, leaning in to kiss my cheek. I knew I would have a lipstick 
mark there.

"You're such a sweetheart," she murmured against my ear and the smell of her 
perfume made me heady. 

She paused at the door, looking back at me. "We won't be too late. Midnight or 
so."

"Ok," I said, swallowing as I stared at her curves and tried not to be too 
obvious. She seemed to know it, though, I could tell by the little smile that 
played on her lips, the way her eyes seemed brighter.

"Have a good night," she said as I started putting the black dress back on a 
hanger.

"You too," I replied as she went out the door and started down the hall. "Oh, 
Mrs. B..."

She turned to look at me over her shoulder, her hand on the railing, as I peeked 
out the door. To me, she looked like a picture from a magazine and it took my 
breath away.

"You really look beautiful," I gushed, feeling my face flush.

Her smile was like sunshine. "Thank you."

I heard Doc whistle when she got downstairs and wondered what it would be like 
to have someone react to me like that. Then I remembered how he stood over me, 
pumping his cock in his fist as he looked between my legs. Did he think I was 
beautiful? He had said so... I heard the sound of Doc's keys and the door close 
downstairs as I gathered the dresses and hung them back up in the closet with a 
sigh. 

Mrs. B had left her bras hanging out of her drawers and I started putting them 
back in, straightening. That's when I saw it, although at first, I couldn't 
believe what I was seeing. I just stared into her drawer, not touching it, as if 
it might burn me. It was an enormous black vibrator tangled in one of her pink 
bras.

Just looking at it made me feel all tingly between my legs, and I was standing 
there imagining Mrs. B sliding it into her slick, shaved pussy. Did Doc watch 
her? Did she play by herself? I had never used a dildo or a vibrator before, 
although I'd seen one (my mother had one hidden away in her drawers, too) and I 
had heard a lot about them from my best friend, Jenny, who owned three and kept 
telling me I had to try one.

I took it out of the drawer, feeling the weight of it in my hand. It was huge, 
much bigger than any cock I had ever seen, and it was shaped just like a cock, 
with the bulbous tip and veined shaft. I turned the red dial on the bottom and 
it buzzed gently, making me jump. Curious, I turned it further, and the buzzing 
got louder, stronger, the sound filling the room. I turned it off quickly, as if 
someone might hear, looking around and feeling guilty.

Still, my shorts felt a little damp now and my pussy had gone from tingle to 
throb. I reached my hand down, cupping myself through my shorts and rubbing a 
little, staring at the cock in my hand. What would it feel like? I bit my lip, 
rubbing a little faster and glancing back at the bed. It was so tempting... and 
so naughty.

"To hell with it," I muttered, crawling onto the bed and taking the big black 
cock with me. I rolled over to my back, sliding my shorts down over my hips. My 
panties were damp, alright, the crotch wet to the touch. Watching Mrs. B change 
had me more turned-on that I had even realized. I grabbed the vibrator, turning 
the dial on a little so it buzzed gently and slid the tip lightly over my 
panties.

"Oh my god," I whispered as it hummed against my clit. I shivered, gasping, 
pressing the big black head harder against the white cotton crotch. It made my 
pussy sing! I tugged my panties off, spreading my legs wide and slowly slipped 
the vibrating tip through my soft, wet flesh. I moaned, my nipples getting hard 
under my t-shirt as I rubbed the shaft up and down between my slit. I couldn't 
believe how good it felt!

Did Mrs. B lie in this bed and do this, I wondered, my pussy aching at the 
thought. I remembered the smell of her, the soft feel of her thighs between mine 
when I zipped her dress, the way her breasts moved and swayed when she bent 
over, revealing the rounded curves of her behind. Doc would come home and zip 
her out of that dress, I knew, and probably fuck her right here in this bed. And 
I would listen to them and touch myself and fantasize some more, I knew I just 
couldn't help it.

The vibrator was slick with my juices now, and I lifted it to my mouth, sucking 
on the tip, imagining I was tasting Mrs. B on the tip of Doc's cock. I groaned, 
turning the dial up a little more and rubbing the black head back and forth over 
my clit again. God, that was good! Jenny wasn't kidding, I thought, my other 
hand creeping up under my shirt, tweaking my nipple. The sensation sent 
shockwaves through me and I felt like I was floating. 

What did Mrs. B think about when she played with this big black cock? I 
wondered. Did she fantasize about another man? A woman? I remembered how she 
looked at me and touched me the day she shaved my pussy, how her eyes had 
watched me while I came. Did she fantasize about me? That thought went through 
me like a heat and I moaned, rubbing the vibrator faster between my legs. 

Did she fuck herself with this hard, humming cock until her pussy squelched and 
her body convulsed on the bed as she came? I pulled my legs back a little, 
looking down between them as I slid the big head down toward the opening of my 
pussy. I could imagine Mrs. B between my legs, that look in her eyes. Would she 
fuck me with it? Would she slide it slowly in, like I was now, her eyes watching 
it sink deeper into my flesh?

"Ohhhh god," I whispered, feeling that vibration inside of me now, through my 
whole pelvis. I turned the dial up more, gasping and squirming on the bed. It 
felt huge inside of me, a thick, humming length that filled me to bursting. I 
moved it, slow and easy, in and out of my pussy, listening to the soft, wet 
sounds it made. 

I could see myself in the vanity mirror, my legs wide open, my t-shirt up, my 
nipples pointing toward the ceiling. I watched the enormous shaft disappear into 
my pussy about halfway and then reappear again, glistening in the lamplight. I 
fucked myself, imagining her fucking me, almost feeling her breath on my thighs, 
her hair brushing me, hearing her soft, encouraging moans. 

"Mrs. B," I murmured, lost in the fantasy, still watching myself in the mirror 
with half-closed eyes. I remembered how Mrs. B talked to Doc in bed and I tried 
the words on for size, feeling myself flush even as I said them. "Oh yeah, fuck 
me, Mrs. B... fill my pussy with that big cock."

That's when I heard it, a small hiss or gasp. I was so involved that I didn't 
stop, I just slowed, listening. Was it the kids? Maybe I'd just imagined it and 
it was really just the buzz of the vibrator. I watched myself in the mirror and 
realized I could see the door open a little bit, just like it had been when I 
stood there and watched the Baumgartners. 

I moved the vibrator deeper into my pussy, moaning a little, and catching a 
movement in the mirror out of the corner of my eye, a flash of red, and suddenly 
I just knew. I didn't know how I knew, I just did, and the jolt that went 
through me was both shocking and exciting. Mrs. B had come back and was watching me. 

I tried not to let on I knew, still fucking myself with the vibrator, moaning a 
little louder for her benefit. I could see her out of the corner of my eye now, 
could see her cheek resting on the doorframe, her mouth a little open. I 
wouldn't let myself watch her for long, too afraid she would discover I knew, 
but I was fascinated by the movement I could see below the doorknob, that little 
flash of red, moving faster and faster. 

I pulled the slick cock from my pussy, spreading my legs even wider, pulling 
them back to give her a full view as I slid the wet head up and down. I moaned 
whenever it brushed my clit, and I knew if I kept it there for more than a few 
seconds, I would cum, and hard! I wanted it to last, so I teased my lips, inside 
and out, with the buzzing shaft and tip, over and over.

"Fuck me, Mrs. B," I murmured, full to bursting with the knowledge that she was 
watching me, sliding the black head back into the opening of my pussy, feeling 
it spread me wide. "Fuck me with that big, black dick."

I heard that little hiss again and knew she was hearing my words. That drove me 
on as I pushed it deeper into me, my hand moving faster and faster. I was 
fucking myself hard now, my whole pelvis rocking with that delicious hum as I 
moaned and bucked my hips. 

I thought I could hear her breathing, just as fast as mine, and I let myself 
peek in the mirror, seeing that the crack in the door was wider now. I could see 
her face, so flushed, her eyes half-closed, and I could see her dress pulled up 
and her hand slipped down into the crotch of the sheer black panties. 

"God, I want you, Mrs. B," I moaned, feeling my clit moving closer to the edge 
with each tender throb, the buzz of the vibrator sending hot, electric sparks 
through my pussy. 

"Oh, I want you, I want you," I whimpered, shoving the cock deep, closing my 
eyes and panting, working the dildo between my legs as fast and hard as I could. 

That's when I felt her fingers brushing my thighs. At first I thought I must be 
imagining it, but when I opened my eyes, there she was, her breasts spilling 
over the top of her dress, her nipples playing peek-a-boo with the material as 
her hand worked between her legs. 

"Mrs. B," I moaned, feeling embarrassed and too close to cumming to care. 

"Shh," she whispered, shaking her head and taking the end of the vibrator in her 
hand, twisting it and moving it in my flesh.

"Oh god," I groaned, feeling her fucking me with that thick black cock. "Yes, 
yes, please... oh Mrs. B, it feels so good!"

"Good girl," she whispered, fucking me with the slick length, turning it up as 
high it would go, making me groan and writhe and twist on the bed. "Cum for me."

"Yesssss!" I cried, lifting my hips in the air off the bed toward her, bridging 
up, wanting more and more. Mrs. B groaned, seeing me splayed out like that, and 
I was so close I couldn't stand it. 

That's when she sucked my clit into her mouth, sending me over the edge so fast 
I thought I was going to die quivering and trembling from the delicious 
throbbing wetness between my thighs. 

I groaned when she slid the cock from my pussy and I came back down to earth and to the bed, watching her lift it to her mouth and suck on the tip. I gasped as 
she lifted her dress further, pointing the wet cock down and sliding it under 
the elastic of her panties. 

"Mrs. B," I whispered, watching her rubbing the length up and down, up and down, 
her eyes closed, her moans filling the room. I whispered, "Oh god, Mrs. B. 
You're so beautiful," although I don't know if she heard me. She was lost in the 
sensation, rocking against the black cock rubbing over her pussy.

Then her eyes opened and met mine, moving down over my heaving chest, my taut 
nipples, my smooth, flat belly, to the slick wetness between my legs, still 
seeping with my juices. She groaned, putting one red-tipped finger against my 
clit, making me shiver, and then I watched as she came, her whole body flushing 
and shuddering with it. 

"Fuck!" she whispered and let out a half-cry, half-groan, the cock lost 
somewhere between her legs. She gave me a dazed look as she slipped the vibrator 
out of her panties, her dress falling down to cover her. 

"Mrs. B," I started, not sure what I was even going to try to say. 

She shook her head, turning the vibrator off but pressing the head to my mouth. 
I gasped, but I opened my lips, slowly sucking and licking the tip, tasting her 
for the first time, our eyes meeting, the air between us charged like some 
electrical field. I took the vibrator from her, continuing to lick at it as she 
watched.

"I forgot my earrings," she said, adjusting her bra and her dress, going over to 
her dresser and opening a small box on top. I watched as she slipped her 
earrings on, feeling dazed and kind of floating.

"Mrs. B," I whispered, rolling onto my side and pulling my t-shirt down as far 
as I could. "I don't know what to say."

She glanced back at me and I could see her mouth was glistening with my juices, 
like she was wearing lip gloss.

"We'll talk about it later, Veronica," she said, still breathless. "Good night."

With that, she was out the door and down the stairs and if I couldn't still 
taste her in my mouth, I might have thought that I dreamed it all. 


Babysitting the Baumgartners Ch. 08

"Some babysitter I am," I said with a little laugh, pulling my knees up to my 
chin and watching the sun set across the horizon. Mrs. B glanced over at me from 
her book, a paperback copy of The Davinci Code that I had loaned her, and 
smiled.

"I'm glad the kids found something else to do," she said, stretching on the 
lounge chair with a yawn. 

They had gotten in very late from their party, past two. I knew because I heard 
them laughing and trying to be quiet in the hallway as they fumbled their way to 
their room. Then came Mrs. B's moans and Doc's grunting and the rhythmic bang of 
the headboard against the wall and the squeak and shift of their bed. 

I rolled around for a while trying to sleep but eventually couldn't help 
slipping my hand between my legs and rubbing myself until I was breathless and 
panting and shuddering all over with my orgasm as I listened to the sounds of 
them together.

"I just feel bad," I said with a shrug. "You brought me along to watch the kids, 
and they're spending all their times with the Holmes' au pair."

Doc had taken Janie and Henry over to the Holmes' to spend the night. 

Mrs. B laid her book aside, reaching over and fingering a strand of my hair. 
"That's not all you're here for, you know."

My belly seized when she said that and I looked at her, wondering if I was 
understanding what she really meant.

"You're one of the family, really," Mrs. B murmured, tucking a piece of hair 
behind my ear. "This was kind of like a gift for you, a thank you for everything 
you've done for us."

I was almost disappointed by her words, but I smiled, looking back out over the 
water. It had been a crazy-hot week and today was the worst. We hadn't even gone to lay out. Mrs. B's borrowed orange micro-bikini was still hanging in the 
bathroom. 

Now, though, it had started to cool a little, although the air was so humid it 
was like trying to breathe through a wet washcloth. The sun was sinking fast and 
spreading orange fire across the horizon.

"I've really... had a good time," I told her, still not looking her way. "It's 
been... a very exciting week."

"I'm glad." Mrs. B's fingers were still in my hair, caressing me just behind the 
ear, sending shivers through me. 

Sometimes I just didn't know what to say or how to act around them. We never 
talked about the things that happened, although there was always some 
undercurrent of communication going on, lower than our words, like our bodies 
were talking to each other all the time—Mrs. B's caresses, Doc's slipping by me 
and Mrs. B in the kitchen, pulling me into the saddle of his hips for a moment 
before moving on. I felt like I was keeping a big, juicy secret that I was 
bursting to tell. 

"That feels good," I murmured, turning my face toward her palm, my eyes meeting 
hers. They had that light in them and she was giving me that lazy half-smile. 

"It's still so hot," she groaned, stretching again, her tank top pulling up to 
reveal a little expanse of belly over her shorts. "Let's go for a swim."

"Okay," I agreed, standing up and brushing sand off my legs. "I'll go get a suit 
on."

Mrs. B grabbed my hand, her slender fingers squeezing mine. "No need. Private 
beach and the kiddos are gone, remember? Come on."

She peeled off her tank top, standing there topless while she unsnapped her 
shorts and wiggled them down her hips. I knew I shouldn't have been shy, 
considering, but something about this felt different, like there was more 
conscious intent behind it. I just watched her reveal her body, which had become 
familiar to me, and yet still filled me with a slow, burning heat. 

"Want some help?" she purred, the same one she used with Doc, as she moved 
toward me, lifting the edge of my t-shirt. I let her, lifting my arms in 
acquiescence, my eyes never leaving hers except for the brief moment when the 
material was coming off over my head. Her fingers brushed over my shoulders as 
she dropped the shirt to the sand.

I didn't say anything when she knelt, tugging the elastic of my shorts down over 
my hips, pulling my panties with them. I just looked down at her, seeing her 
eyes moving between my legs. The sun turned her hair a fiery gold and made the 
light in her eyes seem even brighter.

"Hm, need to shave again," she murmured, standing and letting me step out of the 
shorts at my feet. "Want me to help you later?"

I nodded as she took my hands, pulling me closer so we were standing 
belly-to-belly, our breasts touching. I wanted her to kiss me, and I think she 
knew it. She smiled, squeezing my hands and then turned toward the water.

"Last one in is a rotten egg!" she called, running toward the shoreline. I only 
watched her for a moment, her sleek, tawny body streaking toward the water, and 
then I was after her, both of us tumbling into the surf, laughing and clutching 
at each other in the waves.

Wet, our bodies slid together and I'm not even sure how it happened, but we were 
wrapped around each other and her mouth found mine. Everything was so soft, her 
lips, her breasts pressing into mine, her thigh between my legs, the hair my 
hands got tangled in at the back of her head. It went on and on, the sun finally 
slipping down below the horizon as we kissed, moaning into each other's mouths.

"Come here," she murmured, pulling my hips forward, lifting me in the water, and 
I wrapped my legs around her body, pressing in tight. I could feel the heat of 
her pussy against mine, more pronounced with the coolness of the water all 
around us, and I ground my hips against her as we kissed, making her moan. 

Her fingers slipped down there between us, finding me, opening, probing, and I 
gasped and rocked, wanting more. My clit was throbbing with that dull ache, like 
it would never stop. I wiggled and pressed against her, rubbing my breasts into 
hers, feeling my little nipples sliding wetly over the fullness of her chest. 

She lifted me out of the water a little bit, her hands moving over my back, her 
mouth finding my nipples, sucking first one and then the other. I moaned, my 
legs wrapped just below her breasts, feeling them pressed hard into my belly. 

Writhing and twisting on her as she made fast circles with her tongue around my 
hard nipples, I threw her off balance and we tumbled into the water, both of us 
crying out. I came up sputtering and laughing and she did too, wiping salt water 
out of her eyes. 

Still, I reached for her, not wanting it to end, not wanting it to go back to 
the secret silence of just a few hours before. She took me in, kissing me again, 
sucking at my tongue, more urgent now.

"Come on," she murmured, leading me toward shore. "We're safer on the beach."

I giggled, following her as we kicked up sand, which was still warm but cooling 
now that the sun had set. She spread a large blanket and laid down on it, 
pulling me with her. Our bodies were still slippery wet and she tasted like salt 
water when we kissed. Her thigh slipped up over mine as we laid on our sides, my 
hands moving slow, tentative now, over her shoulders, her arms, her back. 

She was looking at me in the dim light, her hand moving down to cup my little 
breast in, moving her thumb over the nipple and making me shiver. Then her 
tongue followed her fingers, making those same circles over my wet flesh. I 
could feel her breasts pressing into my side and reaching my fingers down, 
finding a fat brown nipple and squeezing it.

"Oh god, yes," she whispered, arching her back. Encouraged, I rolled it, tugged 
on it, rubbing my palm over it, and she moaned louder against my breasts, 
licking them faster, back and forth between them now. 

"Oh Mrs. B," I moaned when her hand slipped down between my legs, her fingers 
opening me up again, finding my center. My pussy was a hot pulse against her 
palm. 

"I think you can call me Carrie," she murmured as she slipped a finger inside 
and I flushed at the thought. I couldn't even imagine calling her by her first 
name, still! Her hand rocked over my mound, her fingers, two now, moving in and 
out me. I found her other nipple, making her groan when I tugged at it, so fat 
and hard between my thumb and finger.

She was kissing her way down my belly and I realized where she was heading, my 
whole body filled with heat at the thought. My skin was still beaded with water 
and the air felt cool now that that sun was gone. Her fingers never stopped 
moving in the darkness, seeking the heat at my core as her tongue slipped down 
my smooth, flat belly, and then over the swell of my thighs.

"Oh god," I whispered, rocking against her hand, staring up at the blue velvet 
sky. "Please." She knew was I was asking for and she slipped her fingers out of 
me then, pressing my legs back with her palms. I opened them for her, feeling a 
little less exposed in the near-dark, hanging onto my knees as I spread wide for 
her tongue.

"Such a pretty pussy," she breathed, the heat of her words burning through me, 
and then she was licking me, her tongue finding my clit and focusing right 
there, a wet little flicker that went on and on. I pulled back more, lifting my 
hips, and she seemed to understand, sliding her fingers back inside of me, 
twisting them as she started to move in and out.

"Yessssss," I hissed, her tongue sending the most delicious sensations along my 
spine. "Oh god, Mrs. B, finger me, do it hard."

She groaned, the vibration of her voice moving right through me as her fingers 
moved faster, harder, slamming into me as she worked my clit with her tongue. I 
rolled my head from side to side, dizzy with the feeling, wanting it to last 
forever and knowing I couldn't possibly hold out against the soft lapping of her 
tongue, the pounding of her fingers into my pelvis.

"So close," I whispered, and that made her lick faster, fuck me harder, making 
those little encouraging noises in her throat that sent shivers through me. My 
pussy was swollen and wet under her mouth, I could feel the mix of my juices and 
her saliva running down my ass toward the blanket. 

"Ohhhhhhh now, now!" I cried, unable to keep it back any more. 

It came like a tidal wave, sweeping over and drowning me in my own pleasure 
until I was gasping for air, shuddering and arching against her mouth and 
fingers that still worked between my thighs. It moved through me so long I 
thought I was going to die right there, spread open on a blanket with Mrs. B's 
face buried between my legs, and then it began to ebb, in slow, pulsing waves, 
like a tide slowly receding. 

"Good girl," she whispered against my pussy, feathering kisses all over my 
mound, giving me goose bumps. Staring, panting up at the sky, I saw the stars 
just starting to come out. I pulled at her, wanting her, and she came up and 
kissed me so I could taste me in her mouth. Sucking on her tongue, I groaned, 
feeling her breasts pressing into my side.

"Let's go get all this sand and salt water off," she whispered into my ear, 
nuzzling my neck. 

"What about... Doc?" I was still breathless, dazed, floating. 

"He'll be gone for hours," she assured me, standing and holding out her hand. 
"He and Tom Holmes were going out to play pool."

I took her hand, letting her help me stand, and she kissed me again, her mouth 
greedy, telling me how much more she wanted, and I wanted it, too. We both 
shivered when we entered the air-conditioning and brushed off as much sand as we 
could before we ran naked up the stairs to the bathroom. I felt a little more 
shy now in the light, with her eyes on me, even though they were warm and 
kind... and hungry.

"What are you doing?" I asked, watching as she started the water in the tub 
instead of the shower. 

"I thought a bath would be nice," she said, sitting on the edge and feeling the 
water. I couldn't take my eyes off her body, the full, lush brown curves, the 
way her hair shone even when it was wet. "Don't you think?"

"Sure," I replied, leaning against the counter and watching as she took a 
lighter and started illuminating candles all around the tub. When she was 
finished, she said, "Turn out the light, would you?"

I complied, the room going from stark to warm immediately, the candles casting 
shadow circles on the ceiling.

"What's that?" I asked, curious, watching her pour something from a bottle into 
the water. 

"Bubble bath," she replied, letting the tub fill and going out to get us towels. 
I went over and sat on the edge, trailing my hand in the warmth and stirring the 
bubbles around. The scent of lavender filled the room.

I didn't say anything when she got a new disposable razor from the drawer and 
set it on the lip of the tub, but my pussy responded, remembering the last time 
she had shaved me down there.

"Come on," she said, sliding past me and stepping over the edge into the 
half-full tub. 

I swung my legs over, slipping down into the warm water with a sigh. I'd been 
dying to soak in this tub since we arrived, but I hadn't ever imagined that I 
would be doing it with Mrs. B! 

"Come here," she said, gathering me into her. I rested my cheek under her chin, 
the bubbles making our skin slippery wet. The tub was almost full now with us in 
it, and I could see the tops of her breasts floating in the water, her nipples 
hidden under the suds. 

"Talented toes!" I laughed when she used her red-painted toes to turn the 
handles and stop the water.

"You have no idea," she said with a grin, using her big toe to push the button 
and turn on the jets, making the bubbles rise even higher. The water rushed 
around us, soothing, warm, and I sighed happily.

We laid that way for a while, breathing together, watching the shadows flicker 
over the walls and each other's faces. She was playing with a wet strand of my 
hair, wrapping it around her finger. It should have been awkward, but somehow it 
wasn't. I could feel something moving between us, like light or heat, growing 
with every breath.

"Let's get washed," she murmured into my hair, sitting up in the big tub and 
reaching for a bottle of shampoo. I closed my eyes and let her scrub and rinse 
my hair, and then did the same for her, the blonde mass over her shoulders 
spilling like waves wet of gold.

Then she found the soap. It was the moisturizing kind, and she grabbed a 
scrubby, pouring some on and lathering it up.

"Turn around," she said, twirling her finger at me. I obeyed, looking at her 
over my shoulder as she moved my hair aside and started scrubbing my back. The 
rough yet smooth texture of the cloth felt good, and her hands felt even better 
as her palms traced everywhere it had been, as if she were smoothing the way. 

She turned me toward her, then, moving it down over my shoulders, over my 
breasts, having me kneel up so she could do my belly. Then she wanted me to 
stand, and the rough cloth moved over my thighs, between my legs, making me moan a little and spread for her.

"Good," she murmured, moving it gently between my lips, her eyes on mine. "Turn 
around and bend over."

"Mrs. B—" I started, but there was no real protest left in me. I turned, putting 
my palms on the edge of the tub, bending over and spreading my legs. I felt her 
working the cloth over my hips and my ass, her hands following. 

"Oh!" I cried when she slipped it between my ass cheeks, scrubbing a little 
there, moving it over my pussy. "What—?"

"Shhh." Her hand was moving there, now, down the crack, her finger probing at 
the tender, virgin hole of my ass. I winced, feeling her slip a finger inside to 
the first knuckle, turning and pushing and then pulling back out. 

"My turn," she murmured, putting her hands on my hips and bringing me back down into the water. I sighed in relief, turning to face her as she handed me the 
scrubby. 

I started with her back, so she couldn't see my eyes roaming over her body, how 
the sudsy, churning water lapped at her full hips as she knelt up and held her 
hair out of my way, how the curve of her arm, her back, the sweet indentation at 
her waist had my breath coming faster, my hands trembling as I washed her back. 

I groaned when she turned around, still holding her hair up, and I knelt in the 
water like I was worshipping her, and I was, running the soapy cloth over her 
shoulders and breasts. I couldn't help using my hands there, finally feeling the 
weight of them. She sighed and squirmed when I rubbed my palms over her nipples. 

"I wish I had breasts like yours," I whispered, looking up at her. She just 
smiled and shook her head, lifting herself up onto the edge of the tub and 
opening her thighs, the water running off her in bubbly sheets at first, then 
fading to streams and little rivulets. 

"Here," she said, opening her lips with two fingers. "Don't forget here."

I nodded, swallowing and approaching her pussy with the cloth, swiping at it, 
tentative. She sighed deeply and opened wider, and I gave up on the cloth, using 
my hand to rub soap into the pink flesh between her legs. 

"Mmmm yes," she whispered when I found the hood of her clit with my fingers. 

I had never seen another girl up close like this and I couldn't help staring, 
watching how the folds seemed to want to swallow my fingers. She was so smooth, 
so soft here! I wondered if the folds would want to swallow my tongue like that 
and the thought made me hot all over. 

"Don't forget this," she said with a smile, standing and bending over like I had 
for her. 

I gasped, finding the cloth again, washing her bottom and slipping it between 
the crack of her firm, rounded ass. She spread wider, looking back at me, 
smiling.

"Go ahead," she said. "Do it."

I groaned, biting my lip, but I obeyed, pressing one finger to the tiny, 
puckered hole of her ass. Her skin was so brown that the hole there looked 
incredibly pink, and it gave way to my probing as I slid in up to my first 
knuckle, mimicking her motion, round and round. Mrs. B moaned and pressed back a little, sliding my finger all the way in.

Shocked, I took it back out again, quickly, staring up at her. 

"Let's get you shaved," she said, smiling like she knew a secret that she wasn't 
telling me. Patting the side of the tub, she took the razor and waited for me to 
open my legs for her. 

She used just soap this time, no shaving cream, lathering my pussy up with her 
whole hand. I moaned, not shy this time about how good it felt. It was over very 
quickly compared to last time, the razor all-business as it slicked over my 
skin, leaving smoothness in its wake. 

Then she was pulling me back into the tub and we were kneeling together in the 
swirling water, our mouths slanting, our tongue meshing and my pussy was aching 
to be touched again after her fingers had probed and prodded it during my shave. 


"Want to see something?" she whispered against my lips and I nodded. "Watch."

She moved to the side of the tub, grasping onto the edge and opening her knees. 
I watched as she rocked, eyes closed, moaning a little. At first I was confused, 
but then I realized what she was doing—the jet from the Jacuzzi was pointing 
straight between her thighs.

"Try it," Mrs. B murmured, and I could see her nipples, how hard they were, how 
the water frothed and foamed between her legs.

There was a jet right next to her and I grabbed onto the edge, opening my knees 
like she was, positioning myself over the—

"Oh god!" I cried as the water pulsed against my clit, much harder and faster 
than any shower massage. Mrs. B was already breathing fast, her hips rolling 
with the water.

"Isn't it good?" she murmured, and as I watched, she lifted her legs out of the 
water, dangling them over the edge so she could press her pussy full against the 
jet. I did it, too, gasping at the intensity of the sensation.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," I whispered, over and over, the water around us 
sloshing as we rocked together, the jets gushing in a wicked pulse against our 
throbbing pussies. 

"Ohhhh yeahhhh," Mrs. B moaned, shuddering all over, her voice low and throaty 
as she threw her head back and I knew she was cumming, and I wasn't far behind 
her, my pussy contracting as if it could pull the water right inside of me. 

I felt shy again when we got out but she rubbed me dry with a towel without any 
words and then I rubbed her dry, too, and we found our way to her room and 
stretched out on her bed, lying on our backs, our thighs and arms brushing. It 
reminded me of that very first day when we were lying out in the sun and 
remembering took my breath away. Things had come so far, so fast.

I turned toward her, up on my elbow, looking down at her body in the lamplight. 
Her skin was simply golden and she seemed to glow. I touched her nipple, 
watching it purse, hearing her sigh and shift, her eyes still closed. I touched 
the other one, rolling it a little, eliciting a little "mmmm" from her. Growing 
more bold, I kissed the fat, brown nipple closest to me, gentle at first, and 
then using my tongue, sucking the bud into my lips. 

Mrs. B moaned, her hand tangled in my wet hair as I licked at her nipple, 
tweaking the other one in my fingers. Her response made my pussy clench and 
release and I moved my body onto hers, straddling her thighs. Our bodies were 
soft and fragrantly clean from the bath and her skin tasted new in my mouth as I 
licked my way down her belly, her hands pressing gently, guiding me. 

I was a little afraid, knowing what she wanted, wanting to give it to her and 
still unsure. In spite of our bath, I could still smell her musky scent as I 
licked past her navel and moved between her thighs. She spread them wide for me, 
using her fingers to part her flesh, showing me. I could see much better in the 
lamplight, how smoothly soft she was, how pink her inside. 

Fascinated, I moved her fingers aside and probed with my own, opening her lips, 
first the outer ones, then the inner ones. The little hole to her pussy gaped 
slightly when I did, and I bit my lip when I remembered Doc putting his cock 
inside there. Her pussy was a little bigger than mine, fuller, the lips fatter 
and more fleshy. Her inner lips hid way up inside, and her clit was a tiny bud 
at the top. I touched it and she gasped, rocking a little.

Encouraged by her response, I explored her with my fingers, spreading the 
wetness that seeped out of hole up through her lips and over the hood of her 
clit. I even pulled the little hood back to see her clit, such a small thing. 
When I kissed it, she moaned, her hands going to her own breasts, pinching her 
nipples, and I decided to stay there, kissing, licking, sucking.

She tasted clean and sweet at first but grew more musky and tart as I continued 
to work her clit with my tongue. I wasn't sure I was doing it right, but she 
moaned and rocked and her head went back and forth, and I thought it was at 
least okay. I tried to remember what she had done to me, out there on the 
blanket, to send me into orbit, and began flicking my tongue fast, faster, back 
and forth over the hard little nub of flesh. 

"Ohhhh god, yes!" she cried out. "Put your fingers in me!"

I obeyed, searching for the hole, not able to see, finding it and pressing in, 
first one finger, then two, pumping in and out like she had done to me. She 
moved back against me, rocking, rolling, moving so much it was hard to keep my 
mouth on her pussy, but I managed, moving with her. My pussy was aching to be 
touched and I went up on my knees, exposing it, feeling how cool the air was 
over my heat. 

"Come on," she practically growled, her hips bucking. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard, 
baby!"

I whimpered against her mound, shoving my fingers in deep, slamming them against her, the sound a wet squelching rhythm that pounded faster and faster into her flesh. She moaned and squeezed her breasts, pulling at the nipples again and 
again.

"Make me cum!" she cried, grabbing my hair and pulling me into her so hard I 
could barely breathe. I licked and licked, making my own low moaning sounds 
against her, my pussy so wet I could feel it dripping down my thighs. 

"Ahhhhh fuck yes, yes, oh god!" She was coming. I could feel the fast flutter of 
her pussy around my fingers, the way her clit seemed to swell and then retreat 
against my tongue. She was trembling with it, her toes curling on the bed, her 
hips lifting into my mouth. 

When she collapsed, gasping, she moaned again, and I saw her soft, golden belly 
still quivering with the signs of her pleasure. I rested my cheek against the 
impossible softness of her thigh, panting myself, trying to calm my own racing 
heart.

"Oh god, that was so good, sweetie," she whispered, stroking my hair, her eyes 
still closed.

That's when I heard Doc's voice from behind me. "It sure looked good."

We both turned to see him standing in the doorway, staring at us with those dark 
eyes full of lust. How long had he been watching? I wondered, seeing him walk 
toward the bed, and then I realized it didn't matter. He wasn't going to be 
watching anymore.