Free Crazy About the Baumgartners by Selena Kitt Page A

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