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?”