Selena Kitt - Babysitting the Baumgartners

“Come here.” She wrapped her arms around me, kissing me deeply.

I moaned into her mouth, feeling the soft pressure of her full breasts against mine, her nipples grazing my flesh. We kissed and moaned and rocked that way. I could hear Doc moaning between her thighs and I couldn’t resist squeezing his cock with my pussy. He pressed up hard into me, rolling his hips, making me gasp against Mrs. B’s neck.

“Oh Doc!” She moaned, her nails digging into my back, her breasts pressed flat against my chest. “Oh baby, honey, God… yes!”

I felt her climax starting, a little tremor, a gasp, her teeth grazing my shoulder, and then it overtook her. I put my arms around her, holding her when she let herself collapse against me, moaning and shaking as she came. Doc was lapping at her still, making soft noises in his throat, and I could feel his cock swelling even bigger inside of me.

“Beautiful.” Doc slapped her ass, making her squeal. “Now, you’d better get down there to catch all my cum in that sweet little mouth of yours.”

Mrs. B smiled at me, her eyes still dazed. “Wanna share?”

I climbed off his cock, moving between his legs with Mrs. B as my hand moved up and down the wet shaft. He was watching us, his breath coming faster as I stroked him. Mrs. B put her mouth over the head, rolling her tongue around, making him gasp.

“Faster!” He moaned, and I tugged harder, working the skin over the head, squeezing as I came up on the shaft, pumping it into her mouth. “Ahhhhh fuck, get ready, baby!”

Mrs. B stuck her tongue out for it and I aimed the red, wet tip right there. Doc growled, his hips bucking again and again as his cock began to spew hot, white cum into her mouth. She rounded her tongue and I watched, my breath caught, as he flooded it with the thick fluid like it was a little cup made just for that purpose.

Her eyes were on mine, watching me pump his cock in my fist, but I couldn’t stop staring at his cum welling up over the curve of her tongue. I leaned it and slid my tongue between her lips, tasting him, and she moaned and pressed her tongue to mine, his cum flowing between us and we were both swallowing the heat of him as we kissed.

“God!” Doc’s hand moved in my hair. “Good girls.” Mrs. B went to snuggle up with Doc, but I glanced at the clock, still shivering with the taste of him in my throat.

“I should go to my room,” I murmured. “Have to pack…”

Mrs. B sighed and Doc grabbed my wrist as I went to climb off the bed.

“Hey,” he said. “You ok?”

I smiled back at him, a slow heat flooding my chest.

“Yes.” I nodded, knowing for the first time that I was telling him the truth. I was just fine

–

It was so crazy over Christmas, and then with the start of my new term, that I didn’t even think about the Baumgartners not calling me. Well, that wasn’t entirely true, but at least I was too busy to think about it much. I didn’t want to admit, even to myself, how much I missed them.

It wasn’t until I saw Gretchen in the mall that I was really overwhelmed with the memory of it, making me flushed and warm just seeing her standing in the food court, tucking her long blonde hair behind her ear and laughing.

I was watching her so closely, flooded in memory, that I didn’t even see who was sitting with her at first.

“Ronnie!” Janie waved, her eyes bright.

I threaded my way through the tables toward them. Gretchen had seen me and she was smiling, holding her hand out to me. She hugged me when I reached them and I had to fight not to gasp out loud when I felt her body pressed to mine.

“God, I’ve missed you,” she murmured as the kids jumped up, Janie hugging me around the waist, Henry tugging at my ponytail. “I meant to call, but it’s been so crazy…”

“Me, too.” I smiled at the kids. “How was your Christmas, you guys?”

They both started talking at once, giving me a litany of things they’d opened Christmas morning. My eyes never left Gretchen’s face, that warm look spreading through me to my toes.

“I’m working for them, now,” Gretchen explained over their heads. “I’m the Baumgartner’s au pair.”

I raised my eyebrows, letting the kids pull me into a seat as they continued to vie for my attention.

“Do you want to do something tonight?” Gretchen asked, and I looked at the hem of her skirt riding up her thigh as she crossed one knee over the other. “Just you and me.”

I realized I wouldn’t be babysitting for the Baumgartners anymore, but watching Gretchen’s eyes on me, her smile so warm it was like heat, I knew it didn’t matter “Yeah.” I nodded, smiling back at her. “Let’s do… something.”

I felt her knee against mine under the table and shivered, realizing that I felt truly happy for the first time since we’d come home.

The End

Like any feline, Selena Kitt loves the things that make her purr-and wants nothing more than to make others purr right along with her! Pleasure is her middle name, whether it’s a short cat nap stretched out in the sun or a long kitty bath. She makes it a priority to explore all the delightful distractions she can find, and follow her vivid and often racy imagination wherever it wants to lead her. This sassy, outrageous author lives with her husband and children in the rural Midwest, all of whom she thinks are the cat’s meow. Her writing embodies everything from the spicy to the scandalous, but watch out-this kitty also has sharp claws and her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.

When she isn’t pawing away at her keyboard, she loves spending her time belly dancing, attending drum circles, gathering in women’s groups, and taking beautiful pictures of everything in her world.

Her e-publishing credits include: Rosie’s Promise published by Samhain andTorrid Teasers #49 published by Whiskey Creek Press featuring two short stories, French Lessons andI’ll Be Your Superman in 2008. Her stories and poems are in the following anthologies: Coming Together: For The Cure, Coming Together: Under Fire and Coming Together Volume 1 and Volume 3. Two stories, Sacred Spots and Happy Accident, will soon be published by Phaze Publishing, and her novelsChristmas Stalking, Blind Date, The Surrender of Persephone andThe Song of Orpheus are coming soon. She has also been published online in The Shadow Sacrament: a journal of sex and spirituality, The Erotic Woman, and her story, Connections, was one of the runners-up for the 2006 Rauxa Prize, given annually to an erotic short story of “exceptional literary quality,” out of over 1,000 nominees, where awards are judged by a select jury and all entries are read “blind” (without author’s name available.) She can be reached on her website at www.selenakitt.com or email selena@selenakitt. com

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