Babysitting the Baumgartners

Chapter Seven

“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 put 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 actually nodded 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 motioned 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 heard 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. She turned to take the other two dresses down and tossed them next to me on the bed.

“Ok, there’s this one.” She went over to the mirror and turned, first left, then right. “What do you think?”

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

“This dress is 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’d designed it. “Oh, it’s a fancy kind 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 through me.

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

“It’s beautiful.” I reached 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 pulled out a black silk dress, another 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 turned 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 this one 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 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 backed 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 twirled 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 didn’t know why, but Mrs. B calling me a woman made me feel warm and 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 went over and rummaged through her drawers. “Ah, here we are.” She held 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 saw 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 adjusted. “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 grabbed the hangers for the other two dresses and started 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.”

“Okay.” I swallowed 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 pure warmth. “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 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 faint, and I stood there imagining Mrs. B sliding it into her slick, shaved pussy. Did Doc watch her? Did she play by herself? I’d 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’d heard a lot about them from my best friend, Jenny, who owned three and kept telling me Ihad 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’d 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 damp now and my pussy had gone from tingle to throb. I reached my hand down, cupping myself through my shorts and rubbing, 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 crawled onto the bed and took the big black cock with me. Rolling over to my back, I slid my shorts down over my hips. My panties were damp, all right, the crotch wet to the touch. Watching Mrs. B change had me more turned-on than I had even realized. I grabbed the vibrator, turning the dial on 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 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 would, 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? 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 fire 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 the 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, a thick, humming length filling me to bursting. I moved it, slow and easy, in and out of my pussy, listening to the soft, wet sounds it made.

I saw 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 I didn’t stop, 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 the door was 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 saw her out of the corner of my eye now, saw 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 saw 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 the buzzing tip brushed my clit, and I knew if I kept it there for more than a few seconds, I would come-and hard! I wanted it to last, so I teased my lips, inside and out, with the buzzing shaft and head, over and over.

“Fuck me, Mrs. B,” I murmured, full to bursting with the knowledge 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 the 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 fucked myself hard now, my whole pelvis rocking with a delicious hum as I moaned and bucked my hips.

I thought I heard her breathing, just as fast as mine, and I let myself peek in the mirror, seeing the crack in the door was wider now. I saw her face, so flushed, her eyes half-closed, and I saw 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.

“Ohhh,” I moaned, feeling embarrassed and too close to coming 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 the thick cock. “Yes, yes, please… oh, 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. “Come for me.”

“Yes!” I lifted 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. You’re so beautiful,” although I didn’t know if she heard me. She was lost in the sensation, rocking against the buzzing cock rubbing over her pussy.

Then her eyes opened and met mine, her gaze 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 adjusted 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.

I rolled onto my side and pulled 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.