That’s when I heard it-a small hiss or gasp? I was so involved I didn’t stop, just slowed, listening. Was it the kids? Maybe I’d just imagined it and it was really just the buzz of the vibrator? I watched myself in the mirror and realized the door was open a little bit, just like it had been when I stood there and watched the Baumgartners.
I moved the vibrator deeper into my pussy, moaning a little, and catching a movement in the mirror out of the corner of my eye, a flash of red, and suddenly I just knew. I didn’t know how I knew, I just did, and the jolt that went through me was both shocking and exciting. Mrs. B had come back and was watching me.
I tried not to let on I knew, still fucking myself with the vibrator, moaning a little louder for her benefit. I saw her out of the corner of my eye now, saw her cheek resting on the doorframe, her mouth a little open. I wouldn’t let myself watch her for long, too afraid she would discover I knew, but I was fascinated by the movement I saw below the doorknob, that little flash of red, moving faster and faster.
I pulled the slick cock from my pussy, spreading my legs even wider, pulling them back to give her a full view as I slid the wet head up and down. I moaned whenever the buzzing tip brushed my clit, and I knew if I kept it there for more than a few seconds, I would come-and hard! I wanted it to last, so I teased my lips, inside and out, with the buzzing shaft and head, over and over.
“Fuck me, Mrs. B,” I murmured, full to bursting with the knowledge she was watching me, sliding the black head back into the opening of my pussy, feeling it spread me wide. “Fuck me with that big, black dick.”
I heard the little hiss again and knew she was hearing my words. That drove me on as I pushed it deeper into me, my hand moving faster and faster. I fucked myself hard now, my whole pelvis rocking with a delicious hum as I moaned and bucked my hips.
I thought I heard her breathing, just as fast as mine, and I let myself peek in the mirror, seeing the crack in the door was wider now. I saw her face, so flushed, her eyes half-closed, and I saw her dress pulled up and her hand slipped down into the crotch of the sheer black panties.
“God, I want you, Mrs. B,” I moaned, feeling my clit moving closer to the edge with each tender throb, the buzz of the vibrator sending hot, electric sparks through my pussy.
“Oh, I want you, I want you,” I whimpered, shoving the cock deep, closing my eyes and panting, working the dildo between my legs as fast and hard as I could.
That’s when I felt her fingers brushing my thighs. At first I thought I must be imagining it, but when I opened my eyes, there she was, her breasts spilling over the top of her dress, her nipples playing peek-a-boo with the material as her hand worked between her legs.
“Ohhh,” I moaned, feeling embarrassed and too close to coming to care.
“Shh,” she whispered, shaking her head and taking the end of the vibrator in her hand, twisting it and moving it in my flesh.
“Oh God,” I groaned, feeling her fucking me with the thick cock. “Yes, yes, please… oh, it feels so good!”
“Good girl,” she whispered, fucking me with the slick length, turning it up as high it would go, making me groan and writhe and twist on the bed. “Come for me.”
“Yes!” I lifted my hips in the air, off the bed toward her, bridging up, wanting more and more. Mrs. B groaned, seeing me splayed out like that, and I was so close I couldn’t stand it.
That’s when she sucked my clit into her mouth, sending me over the edge so fast I thought I was going to die quivering and trembling from the delicious throbbing wetness between my thighs.
I groaned when she slid the cock from my pussy and I came back down to earth, and to the bed, watching her lift it to her mouth and suck on the tip. I gasped as she lifted her dress further, pointing the wet cock down and sliding it under the elastic of her panties.
“Mrs. B,” I whispered, watching her rubbing the length up and down, up and down, her eyes closed, her moans filling the room. I whispered, “Oh God. You’re so beautiful,” although I didn’t know if she heard me. She was lost in the sensation, rocking against the buzzing cock rubbing over her pussy.
Then her eyes opened and met mine, her gaze moving down over my heaving chest, my taut nipples, my smooth, flat belly, to the slick wetness between my legs, still seeping with my juices. She groaned, putting one red-tipped finger against my clit, making me shiver, and then I watched as she came, her whole body flushing and shuddering with it.
“Fuck!” she whispered and let out a half-cry, half-groan, the cock lost somewhere between her legs. She gave me a dazed look as she slipped the vibrator out of her panties, her dress falling down to cover her.
“Mrs. B,” I started, not sure what I was even going to try to say.
She shook her head, turning the vibrator off but pressing the head to my mouth. I gasped, but I opened my lips, slowly sucking and licking the tip, tasting her for the first time, our eyes meeting, the air between us charged like some electrical field. I took the vibrator from her, continuing to lick at it as she watched.
“I forgot my earrings.” She adjusted her bra and her dress, going over to her dresser and opening a small box on top. I watched as she slipped her earrings on, feeling dazed and kind of floating.
I rolled onto my side and pulled my t-shirt down as far as I could. “I don’t know what to say.”
She glanced back at me and I could see her mouth was glistening with my juices, like she was wearing lip gloss. “We’ll talk about it later, Veronica,” she said, still breathless. “Good night.”
With that, she was out the door and down the stairs and if I couldn’t still taste her in my mouth, I might have thought that I dreamed it all.
Chapter Eight
“Some babysitter I am.” I gave a little laugh, pulling my knees up to my chin and watching the sun set across the horizon. Mrs. B glanced away from her book, a paperback copy ofThe Davinci Code that I had loaned her, and smiled.
“I’m glad the kids found something else to do.” She stretched on the lounge chair with a yawn.
They’d gotten in very late from their party, past two. I knew because I heard them laughing and trying to be quiet in the hallway as they fumbled their way to their room. Then came Mrs. B’s moans and Doc’s grunting followed by the rhythmic bang of the headboard against the wall and the squeak and shift of their bed.
I rolled around for a while trying to sleep but eventually couldn’t help slipping my hand between my legs and rubbing myself until I was breathless and panting and shuddering all over with my orgasm as I listened to the sounds of them together.
“I just feel bad.” I shrugged. “You brought me along to watch the kids, and they’re spending all their time with the Holmes’ au pair.” Doc had taken Janie and Henry over to the Holmes’ to spend the night.
Mrs. B set her book aside, reaching over and fingering a strand of my hair. “That’s not all you’re here for, you know.” My belly seized when she said that and I looked at her, wondering if I understood what she really meant. “You’re one of the family, really.” She tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. “This was kind of like a gift for you, a thank you for everything you’ve done for us.”
I was almost disappointed by her words, but I smiled, looking back out over the water. It had been a crazy- hot week and today was the worst. We hadn’t even gone to lay out. Mrs. B’s borrowed orange micro-bikini was still hanging in the bathroom.
Now, though, it had started to cool a little, although the air was so humid it was still like trying to breathe through a wet washcloth. The sun was sinking fast and spreading orange fire across the horizon.
“I’ve really…had a good time,” I told her, still not looking her way. “It’s been…a very exciting week.”
“I’m glad.” Mrs. B’s fingers moved in my hair, caressing me just behind the ear, sending shivers through me.
Sometimes I just didn’t know what to say or how to act around them. We never talked about the things that happened, although there was always some undercurrent of communication going on, lower than our words, like our bodies were talking to each other all the time-Mrs. B’s caresses, Doc’s slipping by me and Mrs. B in the kitchen, pulling me into the saddle of his hips for a moment before moving on. I felt like I was keeping a big, juicy secret I was just bursting to tell.
“That feels good.” I turned my face toward her palm, my eyes meeting hers. They had a light in them and she was giving me a lazy half-smile.
