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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