Selena Kitt - Babysitting the Baumgartners

When his thumb moved over my clit, that’s just what I did, my swollen, wet pussy getting its aching release, squeezing his cock and asking for more. I moaned and gripped the strong muscles in his upper arms as I came.

“Oh hell!” He groaned.

I felt the first burst of his cum as he began to withdraw. The second wave hit my clit and sent me into orbit and I was squirming and moaning in Mrs. B’s arms. His cock surged up over my belly, filling my navel with white hot fluid that dripped back down in rivers toward my swollen pussy.

He leaned forward to kiss me and then he kissed Mrs. B and then me again like he couldn’t decide which of us he wanted to kiss more. I reached my hand down and rubbed his cum into my belly, over my mound, smiling.

“I need another bath!” I giggled.

“A tongue bath, maybe.” Mrs. B chuckled.

Doc stood, letting out a deep breath. “Well whatever we do, it better be quick. I’ve got to get Janie and Henry in an hour.”

I started. I had almost forgotten the whole reason I was in Key West with the Baumgartners in the first place. The thought of Janie and Henry made me flush. It was a fast, cold dose of reality. What are we doing? “Are you ok?” Doc lifted my chin. It was the same question he had asked me last night, and I still didn’t know the answer.

I just smiled at him and nodded.

I started out hating Gretchen, the Super-Nanny, but what happened with Henry finally swayed me. No one could get that kid to go to sleep without a nightlight, and he was almost nine years old. Gretchen lived up to the nickname I had secretly given her when the Baumgartners and the Holmes decided to go out and leave us with all four kids.

Gretchen and I spent the whole day together talking, in between band-aids and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and while I didn’t want to like her at first, eventually I found myself warming to her. I knew I was just jealous. She was beautiful, five years older than me, had been a nanny since she was my age, and was clearly more experienced and worldly than I was in a million different ways.

We lay out on the beach together and watched the kids play in the sand. She borrowed one of Mrs. B’s bikinis, and I noticed she didn’t have any problems down there about anything showing, and I got to wondering if she was shaved. She was whiter-blonde than Mrs. B, her hair straight and long instead of curly, her eyes an unusual green.

And Gretchen had a beautiful body that I couldn’t help noticing-she was taller than me, with longer legs, fuller breasts, although more pale, I noticed, with a little satisfaction. Still, her skin was creamy and smooth and unmarked, and felt like velvet when I helped her put lotion all over her back.

I was quiet around her-but I was quiet a lot around new people. That didn’t seem to matter to her, though. She talked about everything, non-stop.

“So how long are you guys staying in the Keys?” she asked.

“Another couple days.” The thought made me sad.

“Don’t you dread going back?” She shaded her eyes, sitting up on her elbow to look at the kids. “Although if I had something to go back to, it might be more appealing. No boyfriend… not even a girlfriend.”

I swallowed hard when she winked over at me. “How about you?”

“No.” I watched her cross her ankles. Her toes were painted pink. “No boyfriend here either…”

“Sounds like we both need to get laid!”

I didn’t reply, but God, something curled in my belly when she talked like that and I sat and watched the tops of her glistening breasts rising and falling with her breath.

I wanted to tell her about the Baumgartners, but I just couldn’t bring myself to. She kept asking me lots of questions about my sex life-it seemed like that’s what she wanted to talk about, mostly.

I couldn’t answer any of her questions honestly. The last man I slept with? Doc. Had I ever been with a woman? Mrs. B! Had I ever used a vibrator? Yes. Mrs. B’s! It just seemed safer to not say anything at all.

Still, together, we had a good day, and pretty much did everything we could think of to wear the kids out, between swimming, taking them for a long walk to go get ice cream, and then playing flashlight tag on the beach before bed. I still figured they’d be up giggling and talking like I used to do on sleepovers, but Janie could barely brush her teeth because she was yawning so much and the Holmes kids were zonked out already in my bed.

Then Henry started having a fit because the little bulb in his nightlight had burnt out and all I could find were empty packages in the drawers-we were all out.

“I’ll leave the hall light on and the door cracked open,” I offered in an attempt to get him to stop wailing.

“It won’t work!” came the muffled cry from his pillow. “The monsters will come!”

I shrugged my shoulders at Gretchen, who cocked her head and pursed her lips and then headed down the stairs. I attempted to calm Henry.

“You know there aren’t any monsters.” I squatted next to his bed.

“Yes there are!” He turned his tear-streaked face to me.

“Of course there are.” Gretchen stood in the doorway. I looked up to see her carrying a spray bottle from under the kitchen sink that I recognized as the one that Mrs. B used to mist the plants. “That’s why you need Monster Spray.” Both Henry and I stared at her, open-mouthed.

“Monster Spray?” Henry sounded doubtful as he sat up and looked at her from his bed.

Gretchen brought it over and set it on the night table. “That’s right. I always carry some in my purse, just in case. I filled this spray bottle with it.”

I couldn’t tell if he was buying it or not, but at least he was quiet. “Does it really work?”

“Of course!” Gretchen knelt by his bed, picking up the bottle. “If you see or hear a monster, all you have to do it spray it and it will run right away!”

She hit the trigger and misted the air, showing him.

“Cool!” His eyes lit up and he reached for the spray bottle. Then he frowned. “It’s not just water?”

“Smell it.” She stood and folded her arms across her chest.

He sniffed the nozzle. “Ew!”

“Told you.” Gretchen smiled, tucking a long piece of blonde hair behind her ears. “Monster Spray. 100% guaranteed.”

He grinned at her. “Cool! Good night.”

With that, he put the spray bottle on the night table, laid down and closed his eyes. I stared at her, incredulous. That’s when I knew I really liked her.

As we headed down the stairs, I asked, “What was in it?”

“Vinegar and water.”

I laughed, shaking my head in amazement. Gretchen was spending the night with us, too, since Mr. and Mrs. Holmes said they’d probably be out at least until 2 a.m. We had the sofa bed pulled out in the living room and she and I curled up on it with a bowl of microwave popcorn between us and put in the first non-kid movie I’d watched in weeks, Tristan and Isolde. When it was over and our popcorn bowl was empty, Gretchen grabbed the remote and turned off the TV with a sigh.

“Well that sucked.” She lay back on her pillow with a groan. “But that Tristan… God, what a hottie!”

I made a face. “I would have stayed with Lord Marke if I were her.”

She smiled over at me, raising her eyebrows. “Someone likes older guys, huh?” I didn’t say anything, I just grabbed a half-popped kernel from the bottom of the bowl and crunched it between my teeth.

“Doc is a hottie.” She narrowed her eyes at me like a cat. In this light, they almost glowed like a cat’s eyes. “Don’t you think?” I couldn’t help smiling and nodding.

“I’d let him get into my panties.” She rolled toward the bowl and fished for half-popped kernels, too. “I bet he’s got a nice big cock.”