Selena Kitt - Crazy About the Baumgartners

And then they looked at me, and suddenly, it was between the three of us. I looked between the two of them, feeling Mrs. B’s hip bumping up against mine, Doc’s hand sliding over my lower back as we moved together. It was a fast song, but our movements were slow, sensuous, deliberate. They included me, separate at first, and then sandwiched between them, Doc behind me, Mrs. B in front, her arms around my neck, my hands on her hips.

It was like sex with our clothes on and the excitement rose, higher and higher, her breasts pressed to mine, Doc’s hands on my hips, and I felt his cock against my ass. He was gloriously hard and grinding, making me gasp and whimper. My reaction made her smile, dancing closer still, her thigh riding up between mine, so soft and smooth it was intoxicating.

I gave into it completely, riding the Baumgartner wave. I don’t know how long we danced, but it was long enough to start getting blisters on my feet from my too-high heels. We finally made our way off the dance floor, finding the booth we’d vacated now occupied. Instead, we made our way to the bar-I was panting, I was so dehydrated-and quenched our thirst with more alcohol. Which somehow just made me thirstier.

“Bathroom!” I yelled to Mrs. B, pointing to the “restrooms” sign above an alcove.

She nodded, taking my elbow and we both went, signing to Doc where we were headed. Even the bathroom was crowded, but at least it was quieter. We waited in line, both of us cooling off, our backs against the cement block walls.

“Having fun?” Mrs. B asked, glancing over at me. We were so close, our shoulders were touching.

“Totally,” I replied with a grin, using a popular eighties phrase, making her laugh.

When it was my turn, I went into the stall, pulling my damp panties down my moist thighs and peed, biting my lip when I wiped. My pussy lips were fat and swollen, my juices slick, requiring another pass. My clit throbbed and I actually considered just getting myself off right there in the stall, getting it over with, releasing some of the tension. But there were too many people waiting. Including Mrs. B.

We washed our hands at adjacent sinks, next to girls even younger than me standing in front of a full length mirror, adjusting hemlines and touching up makeup. I glanced in the mirror, checking my own makeup, noticing Mrs. B doing the same. Her hair, long and curled for the occasion, fell in ringlets over her shoulders. My own, so blonde it was almost white, was bone-straight, no matter what I tried to do, so I didn’t fight nature.

“Ready?” She met my eyes in the mirror and winked, reaching for my hand.

I took it and we made our way out of the bathroom, which wasn’t easy. Everyone seemed to need to relieve themselves at the same time. We found Doc at a booth-he waved us over. Mrs. B let me get in first, and I slid in next to Doc. Then, instead of getting in next to me, she slipped into the booth on the other side, sandwiching him between us.

He smiled, putting an arm around his wife, but not around me. We’d been so close, dancing together. My God, I’d felt his cock pressed against my ass. My pussy was still aching for it. I reached for my drink, taking a long sip, my gaze sweeping the crowd. Most of them were my age, or even younger. I wondered if the Baumgartners felt out of place. Why had they suggesting coming here? I wondered. In the time I’d lived with them, I hadn’t known them to do anything like this. Of course, this was the first time we’d been without the kids.

Then I felt Doc’s hand on my knee under the table. I stiffened, feeling him shift, his thigh against mine, his hand moving, slowly, up, up, up from my knee, grazing my thigh. My pussy clenched in anticipation, my body wanting what it wanted, even while my brain was going crazy, telling me this was wrong, that this was going to ruin everything, that if Mrs. B found out…

“Hey, I wondered if you wanted to dance?”

I glanced up, seeing a guy leaning against our table, looking right at me.

Later, I wondered what might have happened that night if I’d said no, but I bolted. I smiled an apology back at Doc and Mrs. B but they both smiled back and waved me on. Maybe this had been their plan all along, I thought, as I danced with a guy whose name I didn’t even know. I couldn’t help remembering my discussion with Mrs. B about her not minding if I brought some guy home.

So that’s exactly what I ended up doing.

I left the Baumgartners out on the dance floor-they were dancing a few feet from us-and went home with him. I told them, of course, and saw a knowing look in Mrs. B’s eyes, in the curve of her painted red lips. Doc winked, giving me a long, sweeping look up and down, then glancing at the guy standing next to me with one cocked eyebrow, like he’d measured him and found him wanting, but he waved me on too.

His name was Christian, which I found supremely ironic. He told me to call him Chris When I got into his Acura, he asked where we were going-he lived with his parents and was still at the community college-so I directed him to the Baumgartners. I didn’t tell him he was getting laid tonight, but I think he knew, and he kept looking over at me like he was dreaming, trying to make small talk.

“So you’re a nanny?”

“Yep,” I agreed. “A live-in nanny.”

“Are the kids at home?”

“They’re at camp.”

“And your employers?” he asked. “They’re okay with… uh… visitors?”

“They’re still back at the club.”

“Oh.” He blinked in surprised.

“Drive faster, Chris.” I put my hand on his leg.

“I…” He glanced down at my hand and back up at me. “I don’t want to get a ticket.”

“Do you want to fuck me?”

He floored it.

“Nice place,” he remarked when I led him upstairs at the Baumgartners.

“He’s a doctor.” I led him by the hand down the hall, past the bathroom, into my room.

“Damn.” He looked around, blinking in surprise as I switched on the light. “Nice.”

“Want to see something nicer?” I pushed him down onto the bed, lifting the hem of my skirt and pulling it slowly off over my head. I wasn’t wearing any stockings. Just a bra and panties and heels now. Christian’s eyes widened, his mouth dropping open.

“You don’t mess around,” he said, running a hand through his short cropped brown hair. He was mostly ordinary looking but he had nice blue eyes and a sweet smile. He dressed kind of nerdy-a polo and chinos-but maybe that was just him sticking to the eighties theme of the night. Besides, he wouldn’t be in those clothes much longer.

“Catch up,” I said, hands on my hips, cocking them.

He grinned, pulling his shirt off over his head and standing to undo his pants. I smiled, liking what I saw so far. His chest and arms were nicely defined, his abs less so, but he had a very nice treasure trail I followed with my gaze as he slid his pants down. He had to sit to take off his shoes and I did the same, kicking off my heels. When he was down to his boxers, I knelt, wanting to open my present myself.

“Oh God.” He moaned when I slipped his boxers down over his erection, delighting in my new toy. He was a full seven or eight inches, thick, quite hard, and curved to my left. I tilted my head to take it in my mouth, so cock-starved, especially since watching Doc and Dani and Mrs. B together, I couldn’t wait.

I sucked him for a moment, feeling his hand tense in my hair, and then stopped, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and looking up at him.

“Ready to have some fun?” I smiled, walking over to the doorway and flicking off the light.

There was a night light in the hallway and we could see enough. I saw him sitting on the edge of my bed, waiting. I pushed him back, sliding my panties down my thighs. They were soaking wet by now. I slid up his body, straddling him. His hands moved over my hips, my thighs. He moaned when I let my pussy lips ride over the length of his cock, leaving a wet trail from scrotum to tip.