Selena Kitt - Babysitting the Baumgartners

The water pulsed now, and she aimed it right between my legs. I could barely keep my eyes open, it felt so good! My knees wanted to buckle, but I held my pussy lips open for the hot throb of the water moving back and forth over my clit.

“Oh please, Mrs. B!” I pleaded, my head going back, my eyes closing fully now. The water got closer and closer to my pussy, the throb faster, harder, and I moaned, my head going from side to side. I couldn’t stand it-it felt too good!

“Oh God,” I whispered, feeling my climax beginning. I saw her watching me, her eyes bright, and felt ashamed to be doing this here in front of her, but I couldn’t stop it. I shuddered and bucked my hips and moaned and bit my lip to try to keep from screaming as I came and came. Waves of pleasure rolled through my body, undulating my belly and hips toward the hot flow of the water between my legs.

“Good,” she murmured, easing the pulse of the water back down my thighs. I felt her hand brush over my mound, touching me there, cupping me. It felt so good I thought I would die. “I think we got it all. Ready to get your suit on?”

I whimpered, opening my eyes to her as she shut off the water and grabbed another towel out of the linen closet. Stepping out of the tub, I took it from her, rubbing myself dry, my whole body flushed and filled with the heat of my orgasm. I glanced shyly over at her as she watched me, wondering if she knew, if she could tell?

“Here you go.” She handed me the orange bikini bottoms. “Let’s see how they look now.” I slid them on, smoothing the straps over my hips and looking into the mirror. There wasn’t a wisp of hair to be found peeking around it.

“Thanks.” I smiled at her.

“My pleasure.” She folded up the towel on the counter and put it in the sink. “Ready for that swim?”

“In a minute.” I looked down at the floor. “I have to pee. I’ll meet you out there.”

“Okay.” She turned and opened the door.

I collapsed onto the toilet seat when she went out, panting and flushed. I couldn’t believe what had just happened, and yet Mrs. B acted like it was nothing-nothing at all! I cupped the triangle of orange material between my legs, feeling the gentle throb there still. My pussy felt different, new somehow-and so did I.

They were all playing in the surf when I stepped outside into a wall of heat. It actually smelled and tasted like rain, although there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. The humidity was like that down here, I’d discovered, and it seemed to force beads of sweat to the surface of my skin the minute I walked out of the air-conditioning.

Mrs. B saw me, waved, and I waved back. The white hot sand burned my feet, and I noticed how different everything felt between my legs now that I was shaved. I felt my swollen pussy lips rubbing together as I walked, constantly massaging my clit.

Janie and Henry took turns being tossed into the rolling waves by Doc, squealing and screeching as he hurled them out into the water. His arms were strong ropes of muscle, I noticed, working hard as he hefted them around. They weren’t lightweights anymore. They came up sputtering and laughing, although it looked dangerous to me-but what did I know?

I was grateful when my feet greeted the wet sand and then the water’s edge. Mrs. B looked over at me, shading her eyes against the sun. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail and I remembered I didn’t bring a Scrunchie.

“Hey, that’syour bathing suit, Mom!” Janie wiped salt water out of her eyes.

“Yep,” Mrs. B agreed as I began to wade out. “Veronica’s borrowing it.”

I saw Doc’s gaze moving over me, lingering between my legs. It tingled there, as if his eyes were actually touching me. “Looks great, Ronnie.”

“Thanks.” I waded a little further out, wanting to bury myself in the water even though part of me liked the way he looked at me. I had to go by him to sink further in, and I swear I felt his eyes on my back. I was all too aware, except for two sets of string, I looked completely naked from behind.

I sank to my knees, pushing off the sandy bottom and skimming forward into the cool water. I went under for a moment to get my hair wet, slicking it back from my face as I came up near Mrs. B, where I could stand with the water up to my shoulders.

“Let’s play Marco Polo!” Henry exclaimed, watching his father toss his sister into the water. She squealed and then held her nose, scrunching her face up as she went under.

“Yeah!” Janie burst up a moment later, obviously having heard her brother’s remark before she went down. She rubbed water out of her eyes. “We have enough people! Let’s play Marco Polo!”

“You’re it, then, Henry,” I called.

He closed his eyes and started counting to ten. We all moved away from him. Janie brushed past me, giggling, her wet blonde ponytail hanging to the middle of her back.

“Marco!” He did a blind-man walk forward, his hands out in front of him.

There was a chorus of “Polo’s,” and he struggled forward toward the voices. He was closest to me, his fingertips reaching out, and I tried to move back, but Janie clutched my hips and giggled as she hid behind me, making it impossible.

“I got you!” Henry opened his eyes when his fingers brushed my arm.

“That was a short one!” Mrs. B laughed.

“Janie’s fault,” I grumbled, turning and sticking my tongue out at her. “I’m coming for you, little girl! You better watch it!”

She squealed and moved away from me toward her mother as I closed my eyes and started to count to ten. I realized it was going to be a lot harder to play this in the ocean, with the sound of the waves crashing in on the shore, than it was in the glass surface of a pool.

I reached my hands out and strained to hear something as I counted. There was Janie, giggling, to my left. I turned toward the sound, rushing forward, trying to catch her, but came up empty.

“Ten… Marco!” I called, and I heard them all say “Polo!” Janie and her mom were to my left and so was Doc, but Henry was somewhere off to my right. Playing the odds, I lunged left and Janie squealed and splashed as she swam away.

“Marco!” I took a few more steps forward. Janie responded off to my right now, and so did Henry. Mrs. B was somewhere behind me, but I didn’t hear Doc at all. I came to the slow realization he must be under water.

“Marco!” I said again, hearing the same responses, except this time Doc’s “Polo” was right in front of me, his voice low. I reached a hand forward in the water and felt the smooth, hard planes of his stomach just above the elastic band of his suit. Gasping, I opened my eyes and saw him standing there, looking at me and smiling.

“Got me.” He winked, his voice still low.

“Daddy, you’re it!” Janie jumped up and down in the water.

We all moved away from him as he started counting. Janie still hid behind her mother, and Henry moved more toward shore. When Doc called “Marco!” I was still the closest one, and he followed my voice.

I went under for a moment, kicking hard and swimming the opposite direction past him. I heard him say a muffled “Marco!” again, but I kept swimming. Gasping as I came up, he said it again and I had to answer. He was inches away from Janie and Mrs. B, but when I said “Polo,” he turned toward the sound of my voice.

I could look at him without him seeing me as he walked toward me, his dark, wet hair curling, the tanned skin of his chest and belly and arms beaded with water. I realized, if I could watch him, unnoticed, then he could have been watching me, too. That thought made my breath catch. He moved closer and closer, edging my way, and his body blocked out the sight of Mrs. B and Janie behind him.