Crazy About the Baumgartners (7 page)

I
downed my mojito, feeling the alcohol burn my throat and heat my chest.

“Come
on, baby, let’s dance!” Mrs. B grabbed Doc’s hand, nudging him out of the booth
with her hip, her dress riding high up on her thighs. She glanced back at me, holding
out her other hand. “You too!”

So
it was the three of us on the dance floor together, mashed up with all of the
rest of the sweaty bodies, Bon Jovi’s
Living on a Prayer
thrumming
through my whole body. I watched them dance together, their eyes meeting, so
much heat between them I almost had to look away. There were a hundred people
around us and yet the moment was intimate, between the two of them.

And
then they looked at me, and suddenly, it was between the three of us. I looked
between the two of them, feeling Mrs. B’s hip bumping up against mine, Doc’s
hand sliding over my lower back as we moved together. It was a fast song, but
our movements were slow, sensuous, deliberate. They included me, separate at
first, and then sandwiched between them, Doc behind me, Mrs. B in front, her
arms around my neck, my hands on her hips.

It
was like sex with our clothes on and the excitement rose, higher and higher,
her breasts pressed to mine, Doc’s hands on my hips, and I felt his cock
against my ass. He was gloriously hard and grinding, making me gasp and
whimper. My reaction made her smile, dancing closer still, her thigh riding up
between mine, so soft and smooth it was intoxicating.

I
gave into it completely, riding the Baumgartner wave. I don’t know how long we
danced, but it was long enough to start getting blisters on my feet from my
too-high heels. We finally made our way off the dance floor, finding the booth
we’d vacated now occupied. Instead, we made our way to the bar—I was
panting, I was so dehydrated—and quenched our thirst with more alcohol.
Which somehow just made me thirstier.

“Bathroom!”
I yelled to Mrs. B, pointing to the “restrooms” sign above an alcove.

She
nodded, taking my elbow and we both went, signing to Doc where we were headed.
Even the bathroom was crowded, but at least it was quieter. We waited in line,
both of us cooling off, our backs against the cement block walls.

“Having
fun?” Mrs. B asked, glancing over at me. We were so close, our shoulders were
touching.

“Totally,”
I replied with a grin, using a popular eighties phrase, making her laugh.

When
it was my turn, I went into the stall, pulling my damp panties down my moist
thighs and peed, biting my lip when I wiped. My pussy lips were fat and
swollen, my juices slick, requiring another pass. My clit throbbed and I
actually considered just getting myself off right there in the stall, getting
it over with, releasing some of the tension. But there were too many people
waiting. Including Mrs. B.

We
washed our hands at adjacent sinks, next to girls even younger than me standing
in front of a full length mirror, adjusting hemlines and touching up makeup. I
glanced in the mirror, checking my own makeup, noticing Mrs. B doing the same.
Her hair, long and curled for the occasion, fell in ringlets over her
shoulders. My own, so blonde it was almost white, was bone-straight, no matter
what I tried to do, so I didn’t fight nature.

“Ready?”
She met my eyes in the mirror and winked, reaching for my hand.

I
took it and we made our way out of the bathroom, which wasn’t easy. Everyone
seemed to need to relieve themselves at the same time. We found Doc at a
booth—he waved us over. Mrs. B let me get in first, and I slid in next to
Doc. Then, instead of getting in next to me, she slipped into the booth on the
other side, sandwiching him between us.

He
smiled, putting an arm around his wife, but not around me. We’d been so close,
dancing together. My God, I’d felt his cock pressed against my ass. My pussy
was still aching for it. I reached for my drink, taking a long sip, my gaze
sweeping the crowd. Most of them were my age, or even younger. I wondered if
the Baumgartners felt out of place. Why had they suggesting coming here? I
wondered. In the time I’d lived with them, I hadn’t known them to do anything
like this. Of course, this was the first time we’d been without the kids.

Then
I felt Doc’s hand on my knee under the table. I stiffened, feeling him shift,
his thigh against mine, his hand moving, slowly, up, up, up from my knee,
grazing my thigh. My pussy clenched in anticipation, my body wanting what it
wanted, even while my brain was going crazy, telling me this was wrong, that
this was going to ruin everything, that if Mrs. B found out…

“Hey,
I wondered if you wanted to dance?”

I
glanced up, seeing a guy leaning against our table, looking right at me.

Later,
I wondered what might have happened that night if I’d said no, but I bolted. I
smiled an apology back at Doc and Mrs. B but they both smiled back and waved me
on. Maybe this had been their plan all along, I thought, as I danced with a guy
whose name I didn’t even know. I couldn’t help remembering my discussion with
Mrs. B about her not minding if I brought some guy home.

So
that’s exactly what I ended up doing.

I
left the Baumgartners out on the dance floor—they were dancing a few feet
from us—and went home with him. I told them, of course, and saw a knowing
look in Mrs. B’s eyes, in the curve of her painted red lips. Doc winked, giving
me a long, sweeping look up and down, then glancing at the guy standing next to
me with one cocked eyebrow, like he’d measured him and found him wanting, but
he waved me on too.

His
name was Christian, which I found supremely ironic. He told me to call him
Chris When I got into his Acura, he asked where we were going—he lived
with his parents and was still at the community college—so I directed him
to the Baumgartners. I didn’t tell him he was getting laid tonight, but I think
he knew, and he kept looking over at me like he was dreaming, trying to make
small talk.

“So
you’re a nanny?”

“Yep,”
I agreed. “A live-in nanny.”

“Are
the kids at home?”

“They’re
at camp.”

“And
your employers?” he asked. “They’re okay with… uh… visitors?”

“They’re
still back at the club.”

“Oh.”
He blinked in surprised.

“Drive
faster, Chris.” I put my hand on his leg.

“I…”
He glanced down at my hand and back up at me. “I don’t want to get a ticket.”

“Do
you want to fuck me?”

He
floored it.

“Nice
place,” he remarked when I led him upstairs at the Baumgartners.

“He’s
a doctor.” I led him by the hand down the hall, past the bathroom, into my
room.

“Damn.”
He looked around, blinking in surprise as I switched on the light. “Nice.”

“Want
to see something nicer?” I pushed him down onto the bed, lifting the hem of my
skirt and pulling it slowly off over my head. I wasn’t wearing any stockings.
Just a bra and panties and heels now. Christian’s eyes widened, his mouth
dropping open.

“You
don’t mess around,” he said, running a hand through his short cropped brown
hair. He was mostly ordinary looking but he had nice blue eyes and a sweet
smile. He dressed kind of nerdy—a polo and chinos—but maybe that
was just him sticking to the eighties theme of the night. Besides, he wouldn’t
be in those clothes much longer.

“Catch
up,” I said, hands on my hips, cocking them.

He
grinned, pulling his shirt off over his head and standing to undo his pants. I
smiled, liking what I saw so far. His chest and arms were nicely defined, his
abs less so, but he had a very nice treasure trail I followed with my gaze as
he slid his pants down. He had to sit to take off his shoes and I did the same,
kicking off my heels. When he was down to his boxers, I knelt, wanting to open
my present myself.

“Oh
God.” He moaned when I slipped his boxers down over his erection, delighting in
my new toy. He was a full seven or eight inches, thick, quite hard, and curved
to my left. I tilted my head to take it in my mouth, so cock-starved,
especially since watching Doc and Dani and Mrs. B together, I couldn’t wait.

I
sucked him for a moment, feeling his hand tense in my hair, and then stopped,
wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and looking up at him.

“Ready
to have some fun?” I smiled, walking over to the doorway and flicking off the
light.

There
was a night light in the hallway and we could see enough. I saw him sitting on
the edge of my bed, waiting. I pushed him back, sliding my panties down my
thighs. They were soaking wet by now. I slid up his body, straddling him. His
hands moved over my hips, my thighs. He moaned when I let my pussy lips ride
over the length of his cock, leaving a wet trail from scrotum to tip.

But
I didn’t stop there.

“I
want your mouth.” It wasn’t a question and he didn’t hesitate. I had to come.
I’d been so fucking hot all night, dancing with Doc and Mrs. B. My pussy was on
fire. And I’d been dreaming of a tongue since I watched Mrs. B lick Dani to
orgasm. I settled myself down over his face.

“Mmmm.”
Christian’s arms went around my hips, pulling my pussy down, parting my swollen
lips with his eager tongue.

Oh
hell. He was good. Really good. He teased my hole first, sucking out my juices.
I heard him moan, swallowing the taste of me. Then he slipped his tongue to the
top of my cleft, flicking it back and forth over the hood of my clit, teasing.
I moaned and moved my hips, feeling his hands dig into my ass. He had nice, big
hands. They reminded me of Doc’s and that turned me on even more.

“Put
your fingers in,” I whispered, grinding my hips, mashing my pussy against his
lashing tongue. “Fuck me. Do it.”

He
slipped two fingers inside and I moaned, feeling my pussy clench, wanting more.
I was going to fuck that sweet cock of his, but first, I wanted to come on his
face. I rubbed my palms over my tits, my nipples hard through my bra, making
fast circles, sending hot sparks down between my legs.

“Come
on, finger me,” I gasped, fucking back, using his tongue now, working hard to
get myself off. Fuck, it felt so good I was dizzy. I reached a hand back,
pressing my palm flat against his chest to steady myself.

“Oh
God! Yes!” My hips bucked forward and he grabbed me, hanging on. “Oh! Oh! Make
me come! Making me fucking cooooommmme!”

I
closed my eyes and pictured her pussy poised over my face, those fat, tanned
lips, the hot pink inside, pictured her mashing her pussy around and around
against my tongue while she licked me too.

Oh
Mrs. B, Mrs. B, make me come, make me commmmmeee…

And
I was, all over her face, flooding her mouth and tongue, listening to the sweet
sound of her moaning in my head, swallowing my juices while I swallowed hers.
So fucking delicious.

“Oh
yes.” I panted, climbing off him, still shivering. “Oh that was good.”

“Mmmm,”
he agreed. I heard him swallowing, taking deep breaths.

“Sorry,
did I drown you?”

“Hell
no.” He insisted. “Come here, let’s do that again.”

“No,”
I protested. “I want your cock.”

He
didn’t object to that. I didn’t figure he would. I just hoped he could last
long enough for me to come again. Because I needed to come again. I got on my
hands and knees, swinging my ass around, my head toward the door, putting my
cheek down on the mattress so my bottom stuck up way in the air.

“Jesus,
you’re fucking hot.” Christian climbed up behind me, kneeling between my legs.

“Tease
it,” I told him, sliding my hand underneath, reaching for his cock. He moaned
when I grabbed it in my fist, squeezing the head. “Rub it all over my pussy.”

He
did as I asked, sliding the head up and down, hesitating at the entrance, like
it took all his willpower not to shove it in, but then he slipped it back down
again, teasing my clit. I rolled my hips, moaning when the head of his dick
touched me there, that soft, spongy tip sliding up and down in my wetness.

“Feel
good?” he asked, running his other hand over my ass, my thighs, reaching
beneath to feel my tits.

“Hell
yes.” I moaned when he rubbed my nipples through my bra. “Ohhhh yeah. Now put
it in. Do you want to fuck me, Chris?”

“Hell
yes,” he agreed, bracing himself, slowly sliding his cock between my lips. I
shifted my hips for him, changing the angle, letting it slide in easier,
deeper. He moaned when he bottomed out in me and I felt him shudder slightly.

“You’re
gonna make me come with that big, gorgeous cock of yours,” I whispered, keeping
my hand underneath to stroke his balls. They were already tight. I wondered how
close he was to shooting. “I don’t want you to come until I do. I’ll tell you
when.”

“Yes
ma’am.” He sounded like he was smiling, but he groaned when I squeezed both his
cock with the sweet snap of my pussy and his balls in my hand—not hard,
just enough to let him know I meant it.

“Fuck
me, Chris,” I whispered, starting to roll my hips, urging him to move. I think
he was scared to at first. Probably too afraid to come. “Come on, you can do
it. I want you to make me come.”

“Help
me out,” he murmured, reaching under and guiding my hand to my clit.

“Will
do.” I rubbed it in circles the way I liked it, feeling the thick length of his
cock sliding in and then slowly pulling out. That wasn’t going to be enough,
but I let it slide—literally—working myself up closer before I
insisted on being really fucked.

“Feel
good?” he asked again, voice strained, breath coming a little too fast.

“Mmmm.”
I agreed, squeezing myself around his length, hearing him gasp. I remembered
how long Doc had fucked Dani and Mrs. B. My God, how long had it been? I don’t
know how long they’d been at it when I had first crawled down the hall, but it
had to be at least fifteen, twenty minutes, maybe even half an hour after I
started watching. I’d been sitting in that position so long before I made
myself come, my thighs and calves were numb.