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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.  



Babysitting the Baumgartners Ch. 04



"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.