Selena Kitt - Babysitting the Baumgartners

“Damn thing!” She swore, and I noticed her long nails giving her a problem. Mine were shorter, but even I was having difficulty getting my side undone. It was coming-but slowly.

“Oh hell!” She leaned forward and grasped the knot in her teeth. I gasped, feeling her breath 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 as she tied the string tighter around my hip. I finally unloosened mine and 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 bit her lip and tried 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’d been doing now, with all her tugging. There was a line of dark, curly hair showing 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 sighed.

“Sure you can.” She came 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 heard the kids downstairs, and Doc’s voice floating above them. Mrs. B took a towel out of the linen closet and spread it on the long counter which 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 tugged 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 patted the towel with a smile.

“Um… “ I watched her put a razor and a can of shaving gel on the counter.

“Come on.” She patted the towel again. “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, not today. We’ll just shave you all neat and smooth, okay?”

I nodded, not knowing what else to say. I heard the doorwall opening and closing downstairs and knew they were going out. We were 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.

“But…” I flushed.

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 okay.” She put 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, Ithought that’s what was making me tremble.

Mrs. B knelt between my legs, and I saw 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 squirted a glob of gel into her hand and spread 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 concentrated on what she was doing and seemed oblivious to the fact she was touching the most private, secret part 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’s steady breathing between my legs.

I felt 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 saw all the dark, wiry hair which 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 poked 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 pulled one of my lips taut and brought 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 sent a wave of heat through me. I ached, 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 cocked her head and looked at her handiwork. “Lovely. You have nice big, puffy inner lips, Veronica. And your clit stands right out. It’s very pretty.”

I felt my cheeks burning. “Mrs. B…”

“It’s true.” She smiled, 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-vulnerable and exposed. I reached my hand down tentatively and gasped at how incredibly smooth my skin was now.

“Isn’t that great?” Her eyes were 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 touched 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 looked up at me. “Use your fingers. Just spread your lips open.”

Feeling the water running over my smooth, exposed labia was one thing, but having it spraying directly on my clit made me actually moan out loud with the pleasure of it.

“Here, let’s try this.” Mrs. B turned 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.”