Babysitting the Baumgartners Ch. 08
Keywords: Babysitting, the, Ch., Baumgartners, 08,
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"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.
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Keywords: Babysitting, the, Ch., Baumgartners, 08,