Selena Kitt - Babysitting the Baumgartners

“Gretchen!” I looked around like someone could hear us.

Her words made my ass clench and my heart beat a little faster. After talking about sex all day, now lying in bed with her in nothing but our t-shirts and panties, I couldn’t help but be a little turned-on.

She grinned, her long, blonde hair swaying like a curtain. “I’m just saying.”

“He does.” I lowered my voice, meeting her wide-eyes. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I had to tell hersomething!

She squealed, sitting up and grabbing my wrists. “Oh my God! You have to tell me!”

Now that I’d said that much, I wasn’t sure I wanted to say any more. I put the popcorn bowl on the end table and took a drink of my Coke, stalling. When I turned back to her, she was obviously waiting and I knew I had to say something.

“I saw them having sex,” I admitted, feeling my blush now.

“And?” She put her hands behind her head, the white t-shirt she was wearing pulling up to reveal a pair of pink panties.

“You’re right.” I shrugged. I could picture his cock, could almost see and smell and taste it. It made me ache just imagining it. “He’s… pretty big.”

She sighed, frowning. “That’s no fun! Give me details. I haven’t been laid since I took this job. Believe me, I’m dying for details!”

I stretched out, leaning on my elbow and propping my head in my hand, remembering that first night I had seen Doc and Mrs. B. having sex.

“I got up to go to the bathroom.” I closed my eyes, picturing them before going on. “And I heard them… Mrs. B was… moaning…”

Gretchen’s eyes brightened. “Uh-huh.”

I shifted on the bed, getting tingly just remembering it. “And I noticed their door was open a little. I could see them in the mirror.”

She shifted, too, her thighs clenching. “And?”

“Mrs. B was on her knees… she had him in her mouth,” I said. “But when she stopped for a minute, I could see his…cock. It was pretty big.”

She made a soft sound in her throat. “Show me. With your hands.”

I did and she groaned again.

“God, I miss it.” She sighed, her hands resting on her belly now. “So what else did you see?”

I decided not to mention the part where they were talking about me. “He turned her around and bent her over, so she was on her hands and knees.”

Gretchen sighed, her eyes closing. “Mmmm.”

“And Mrs. B was saying things like…” I hesitated, swallowing as I watched Gretchen’s hand moving up toward her breast. She was just nudging it a little, moving it under her t-shirt, shifting on the bed.

“Go on,” she urged, her eyes still closed.

“Like… I want you to fuck me… put it in my… cunt…”

Gretchen moaned when I said that, a real moan. “Oh, Ronnie, I’m so horny I can’t stand it.”

I nodded, but I knew she couldn’t see me. Telling her, remembering, watching how flushed she was getting and how her nipples were starting to stand up under her t-shirt was making me wet, too.

“Then he started fucking her,” I went on, my voice getting lower, a little more husky. “From behind like that. Grabbing her hips and just slamming into her.”

She let out a long breath, her hand moving between her legs, cupping herself through her panties, squeezing her legs together. Again, I wondered if she was shaved.

“And she was moaning and fucking him back.” My voice was almost a whisper now. “Saying, ‘Oh, Doc, fuck me hard, baby. Make me cum!” I did Mrs. B’s voice as best I could, making Gretchen shiver, her hand moving slowly over her panties, now.

“But the best part,” I whispered, slipping my hand down between my own legs. The crotch of my panties was damp under my t-shirt. “Was after she came all over that big, hard cock…”

Gretchen’s breath was coming faster, her fingers brushing over her panties, her other hand cupping her breast. I could see her finger moving, barely noticeable, over her nipple.

“He pulled out of her pussy.” I closed my eyes and remembered how slick his cock was with her juices as I rubbed myself. “And put it into her mouth, and made her swallow all his hot cum.”

Gretchen gasped and I opened my eyes to see her looking at me, her gaze shifting between my legs where I was cupping my mound.

“Don’t stop!” She groaned. “God, I love the taste of cum. I’d love to taste him.”

I felt my belly flutter when she said that, remembering how Doc tasted shooting his cum into my mouth, swallowing and swallowing it.

“Did you play with yourself?” she asked me, her eyes back on mine.

I nodded, my fingers rubbing the growing wet spot on my panties. “I couldn’t help it.”

“I don’t blame you.” Her eyes were closed again, but she hadn’t stopped rubbing between her legs. “I don’t know how you can be around him and not want to fuck him.”

I wanted to tell her, but I didn’t know how.

Then she said, “And Mrs. B isn’t bad, either.”

I felt my pussy twinge. “She’s beautiful.”

“Did they know you were there?”

I shook my head, lying. “No.”

She opened her eyes and smiled at me. “Too bad. You might have had some more fun than just rubbing off, huh?” I shrugged, biting my lip, my eyes dipping back down to her pink panties. She was moving her fingers in little circles in one spot.

“God, I want a cock in me,” she murmured, and as I watched, she slipped her hand under the top band of her panties. “Don’t you ever fantasize about Doc fucking you?”

I tried to control how fast my breath was coming now, but I couldn’t help rubbing myself.

“Yes,” I admitted. Then I had an idea. “You know… Mrs. B has a vibrator upstairs. And Doc has a porn video.”

Gretchen opened her eyes, smiling. “Now we’re talking! Where?”

“Their room.” I watched her fingers moving under her panties. It was making me dizzy with lust, and I kept remembering the taste of Mrs. B in my throat.

“Let’s go!” She hopped off the bed and headed for the stairs.

I followed her, not quite believing we were doing this, but so turned on by now that I didn’t care. It felt naughty, and somehow that made it even more exciting.

When I showed her the vibrator, she grinned and took it from me, turning it on full blast. “Oh, God… If the Holmes weren’t Mr. and Mrs. Baptist and I wasn’t too afraid I’d get fired, I’d have one of these in every color.”

I found the porn video that Doc had been watching inside of the DVD player in their room.

“The Babysitter Learns a Lesson?“ Gretchen read the title on the box and looked up at me with a smile. “Gee, you think Doc fantasizes about you, too?”

I just shrugged, turning on the TV and hitting play. We settled on the Baumgartner’s bed just like we had downstairs, only this time there was a big black vibrator between us instead of a bowl of popcorn and the people on the screen were most definitely not Tristan and Isolde.

It was the same couple, the older guy, the young girl in pigtails with her lollipop. Gretchen was watching it, but I was just listening and watching her face, her reactions. It got to the part where the girl was rubbing her pussy with the lollipop, and Gretchen pulled her panties down her thighs. I wanted to get a closer look but was afraid to.

I heard her fingers moving in and out, rubbing through her wetness. I took my panties off, too, tossing them with hers, a little pile of pink and white. On the screen, the older man was about to put his cock into the girl’s ass. That was the part, I remembered, that had shocked me so much I gasped out loud, and then Doc had seen me touching myself on the stairs. My pussy ached at the memory and I looked over at Gretchen, her eyes glued to the screen.