Babysitting the Baumgartners

Chapter Eight

“Some babysitter I am.” I gave a little laugh, pulling my knees up to my chin and watching the sun set across the horizon. Mrs. B glanced away from her book, a paperback copy ofThe Davinci Code that I had loaned her, and smiled.

“I’m glad the kids found something else to do.” She stretched on the lounge chair with a yawn.

They’d 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 followed by 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 shrugged. “You brought me along to watch the kids, and they’re spending all their time with the Holmes’ au pair.” Doc had taken Janie and Henry over to the Holmes’ to spend the night.

Mrs. B set 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 understood what she really meant. “You’re one of the family, really.” She tucked 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 still 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 moved 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 I was just bursting to tell.

“That feels good.” I turned my face toward her palm, my eyes meeting hers. They had a light in them and she was giving me a lazy half-smile.

“It’s still so hot!” She stretched again, her tank top pulling up to reveal an expanse of belly over her shorts. “Let’s go for a swim.”

“Okay.” I stood up and brushed 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 need.

“Want some help?” she purred, using the same tone 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 came 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 ran 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 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 sosoft -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 pulled my hips forward, lifting me in the water, and I wrapped my legs around her body, pressing in tight. I felt 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 throbbed 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 led 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 lay on our sides, my hands moving slowly, tentative now, over her shoulders, her arms, her back.

She looked at me in the dim light, her hand moving down to cup my little breast, 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 felt her breasts pressing into my side and, reaching my fingers down, found a fat brown nipple and squeezed it.

“Oh God, yes!” She arched her back. Encouraged, I rolled it, tugged on it, rubbed 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!-even with her hand rocking 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 kissed her way down my belly and when I realized where she was headed, my whole body filled with anticipation. My skin was still beaded with water and the air felt cool now the 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 what I was asking for and slipped her fingers out of me, 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 licked 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.

“Yes,” 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 felt 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 gasped for air, shuddering and arching against her mouth, her fingers still working 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. Then it began to ebb, in hot, 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 are 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 in the light, with her eyes on me, even though they were warm and kind…and hungry.

“What are you doing?” I watched as she started the water in the tub instead of the shower.

“I thought a bath would be nice.” She sat on the edge and felt 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 leaned against the counter and watched 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 watched her pour something from a bottle into the water.

“Bubble bath.” She let the tub fill and went out to get us towels. I sat on the edge of the tub, 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’d shaved me down there.

“Come on.” She slid past me and stepped 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 I’d be doing it with Mrs. B!

“Come here.” She gathered 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 saw 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 grinned, 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 lay that way for a while, breathing together, watching the shadows flicker over the walls and each other’s faces. She played with a wet strand of my hair, wrapping it around her finger. It should have been awkward, but somehow it wasn’t. I felt 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 wet waves 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 twirled 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 moved it gently between my lips, her eyes on mine. “Turn around and bend over.”

“But-” There was really 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 moved there, 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, 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 looked 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 opened 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’d 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! 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 smiled, 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 bit 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 smiled like she knew a secret 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 pulled me back into the tub and we knelt together in the swirling water, our mouths slanting, our tongue meshing and my pussy begging 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 saw 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.

“Oh yeah,” Mrs. B moaned, shuddering all over, her voice low and throaty as she threw her head back and I knew she was coming. 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. 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 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 seeping 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’d 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.

“Oh 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 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 wanted 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 pounding faster and faster into her flesh. She moaned and squeezed her breasts, pulling at the nipples again and again.

“Make me come!” She grabbed my hair and pulled 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 felt it dripping down my thighs.

“Ah fuck yes, yes, oh God!” She was coming. I felt 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 stroked 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.