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They had two. I still remember them that way, both conked out on the floor, their greasy faces smearing their mom's white carpet. I loved babysitting for them. Baumgartner—"Call me Doc, everybody does"—usually came home Babysitting the baumgartners pdf enough to pay me way too much for the night. Baumgartner—she never said to call her anything but Mrs.

Baumgartner, although I did shorten it to "Mrs. They had a huge TV, an enormous house, and I became their regular babysitter every Friday night, sometimes Saturdays, too, all through high school. B liked to go out. And I liked the magazines and clothes I could buy with all my extra babysitting money. I never had to flip burgers like my sister, Amy. The Baumgartners even sold me my first car, a Saturn, at a price far less than I would have been given anywhere else—Mrs. B said Doc was just tired of picking me up and driving me home. That usually meant I had a date—and the Baumgartners hated it when I started dating.

Really, it was a hardship for me, too. Tough call—a date with Toby Lumetto, or babysitting the Baumgartners? Amy complained the kids never behaved for her, but they always did for me. They were great. I loved the Baumgartners and they loved me. The winter of the year I graduated high school, the Baumgartners went to Key West. When they came back, Mrs.

Henry was seven and Janie was eight, and they were "too much of a handful," she said. Just kids, I thought, but I wasn't their parent—I was pretty much their playmate—so what did I know? The next winter, Mrs. Baumgartner called and asked if I wanted to come with them—all expenses paid, over the Christmas holiday—a free trip to Key West!

It took me about five seconds to say "Yes! My parents hemmed and hawed about it, but I was over eighteen by then, and I could pretty much do what I wanted I finally got their blessing, packed my bags, and we were off to the land of sunshine and bikinis!

Everything changed that summer.

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But I had no idea at the time how transformative the trip would be, then and even later in my life. I had a bathing suit, of course, yellow and white, fairly respectable, since I was going to be taking the kids to the beach.

It did have a bikini top but boy-shorts bottoms. I left the microsuit at home. I figured Mrs. Baumgartner wouldn't approve. Shows you what I knew. The morning after we arrived, Mrs. Baumgartner came out and ed me on the beach. I was supervising the kids, who were busy making some sort of sand castle—really, it was more of a sand village, as it already spanned half the beach!

What I was really doing was trying to read a Nora Roberts novel while simultaneously working on my nonexistent tan, but I was bored. That ended the minute Mrs. Baumgartner walked out of the house. I glanced up as she slid the doorwall closed behind her, and I was glad she paused to look at her reflection in the glass, working to pull her long blonde hair up into a ponytail, because my jaw practically hit the sand. Baumgartner stepped out of the house wearing her own black micro-suit!

No one out here to see here — why not? I rationalized it as I watched her adjust the bikini strings. The house was right on the ocean and we had a private beach. Baumgartner said it was a timeshare. My skin was pale next to Mrs. Of course, her backside was completely exposed in her suit, and the front covered…very little. I averted my eyes as she laid out a large blanket on the white sand next to my towel.

Everyone else called me "Ronnie. I shaded my eyes and looked over at the. They were now having a sand fight, screeching and throwing shovels of the white stuff at each other. I Babysitting the baumgartners pdf. Baumgartner called, stretching out on her stomach on the blanket. I blinked fast and looked away. They really were great. I wished sometimes my sisters and I got along as well as they did. Baumgartner said as they approached.

Janie didn't look as thrilled, but the promise of lunch was enough to lure her into the house. Baumgartner turned her face to me after they went in, resting her cheek on her folded arms. The kids adore you. You're like part of the family. I wondered how old she was. It was hard for me to judge how old people were—to me, they just seemed either old or young.

B wasn't really either. I worked more of it into my thighs and over my smooth, flat belly. I noticed her watching me. I slipped my boy short bottoms aside, checking for a tan line. I actually had one, which was thrilling, although it wasn't as dark as I wanted it to be. Baumgartner untied her black bikini top around the neck and I stared as she started to spread oil over her full, naked breasts. Her skin was smooth and tawny—even there. Her nipples were brown, vastly different from my light pink ones. I was still staring.

She smoothed oil over her belly, which was softer and a little more rounded than mine, working it under the strings of her bikini and down into the grooves of her thighs. I must have looked shocked. It's a private beach—just us. I couldn't see a hint of hair under the triangle of cloth between her legs and wondered at it.

Her body was fuller than mine, more rounded and soft. Don't be shy. Then I pulled my top aside and checked my tan line—I was definitely getting one! B's breasts were so large that they kind of sloped off to the side when she leaned back. I was a little intimidated—mine were nowhere near as big—but it was the smooth, almost bronze color of her flesh that really convinced me.

I wanted a tan without lines, too! I untied my top and slipped it off, reaching for the oil. Squeezing some into my hands, I leaned back and rubbed Babysitting the baumgartners pdf into the swell of my breasts. It felt strange 9 to be outside half-naked in full daylight—I hadn't gone topless on a beach since I was Janie's age.

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My nipples were small, pale pink pebbles on a puffy, rounded areola, and with the stimulation from my hands rubbing the oil on and the gentle breeze blowing in from the ocean, they were quite hard. B hummed something to herself, but I didn't know the tune. The rhythmic sound of the waves against the shore had me drifting in and out. Far away, I heard a dog bark. The heat of the sun made me sweat, and I felt it mixing with the oil and trickling down my sides.

It beaded between my breasts. When I snuck a look over at Mrs. B, I noticed the same thing, only it was more pronounced on her already tanned skin. I adjusted myself on the towel, straightening out the edges where they had blown up at the corners. B shaded her eyes and peered at me with a smile.

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