Babysitting the Baumgartners Page 2

  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 much hair to begin with, just a sparse, dark triangular patch. What would it feel like to be completely smooth?

  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. My clit ached at the thought and I touched it, rubbing it slowly under my fingers.

  The image which kept coming back to me, though, was Mr. Baumgartner and his cock—his eyes locked on mine as he came. It made me embarrassed and excited to know 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 and rubbed it. The water made 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 which had begun outside in the sun was like a fast, heavy drumbeat now keeping 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.”

  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 it wasn’t completely closed, still 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 felt 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 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, 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 the sound of 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 come 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 saw her face, her breasts swinging as she took him into her mouth. His cock stood straight up in the air.

  “She’s got beautiful tits, doesn’t she?” Mrs. B ran her tongue up and down the shaft.

  “Yeah.” His hand moved in her hair, pressing her down onto his cock. “I want to see her little pussy so bad. God, she’s so beautiful.”

  “Do you want to see me eat it?” She moved up onto him, still stroking his cock. “Do you want to watch me lick that sweet, shaved cunt?”

  I pressed a cool palm to my flushed cheek, but my other hand rubbed the towel between my legs as I watched. I’d never heard anyone say that word out loud and it both shocked and excited me.

  “Oh God, yeah!” He grabbed her tits as they swayed over him. I saw her riding him, and knew he must be inside of her. “I want inside her tight little cunt.”

  I moved the towel aside and slipped my fingers between my lips.

  He’s talking about me!

  The thought made my whole body tingle, and my pussy felt 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 thrust up into her, his hands gripping her hips. 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 leaned over, 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 him onto the bed. She seemed to know what he wanted, because she got onto her hands and knees and he fucked her like that, from behind. The sound of them, flesh slapping against flesh, filled the room.

  They were turned toward the mirror, but Mrs. B had her face buried in her arms, her ass lifted high in the air. Doc’s eyes looked 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 come!”

  He grunted and drove into her harder. I watched her shudder and grab the covers in 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 shoved into her. “I want to taste her.” He slammed into her again. “Fuck her.” And again. “Make her come.” 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 pulled out and Mrs. B turned around like she knew what he wanted. “Swallow it.”

  He knelt up on the bed as she pumped and sucked at his cock. I saw the first spurt land against her cheek, a thick white strand 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.

  He saw me. For the second time today—he saw me.

  My hand flew to my mouth and I stumbled back, fumbling for the doorknob behind me 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.

  Chapter Three

  I buried my red, flushed face into the coolness of my pillow and decided 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 played games, talking, laughing. I heard 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 I’d 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 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’d 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 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 come all over you, Ronnie. I want to come all over your sweet little tits.”

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

  “Come in.”

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

  “How are you feeling?” She sat on the edge of the bed behind me.

  “A little better.” I turned 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.” 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 slid 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 in slow, easy circles.

  “Is it your period?” Her fingers moved a little further down. They touched the top of my pubic hair now.

  “No.”

  She continued to knead my flesh, and I felt her breath against my cheek. Her arm brushed 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 rubbed against her upper arm as she moved her fingers lower, bit by bit. Her hand slipped over my pubic bone. I felt my breath coming faster and tried to control it. Her breasts pressed tight against my back. I felt the generous swell and shift of them when she moved.

  “Better yet?” She kissed my cheek. The light had grown dimmer, and I could barely see her outline now, but I felt the weight and heat of her behind me.

  “A little.” I shifted on the bed and felt her fingers dip between my already swollen, wet lips. Gasping, I pulled away from her hand.

  “It’s okay.” She put her whole hand over my mound. “This might make you feel better.”

  I drew a shaky breath. 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.

  I turned a little more towards her. Her mouth was right there, so close I felt her breath on my face. She smelled of beer or alcohol, and something sweet that was just the scent of her. “I have to tell you something.”

  “What is it?” Her palm rocked 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,” 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 felt a thick pulse throbbing under her fingers. “I know, sweetie...it’s okay.”

  I could barely breathe. “You know?”

  “Yes.” Her lips pressed against the side of my mouth as she talked, and I felt 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 moved between my legs again. 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 leaned against the door frame.

  I blushed. “Okay. 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 moved 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 held out his hand. “Let’s get to bed and let her rest.”

  Mrs. B stood, following her husband. “Good night.”

  “Tha nk 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, hugging my pillow, my pussy burning between my thighs, aching to be touched. I tried to ignore it and sleep, but the more I did, the more restless I became.

  I heard 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 the taste of her pussy, baby.” I heard Mrs. B’s voice when I peeked out my door. I saw a light on in their room, coming from a crack in the door. “Go ahead, 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 eyes, 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. The door was open just a little bit again and I could see them in the mirror. Mrs. B straddled his belly and he sucked greedily at her fingers.