Claudette's Hairy Pussy

Most nights I would find Claudette slumped over the small white kitchen table, sobbing away into a tall crystal class of expensive Merlot. As much as I wanted to comfort her, I did her best to stay away. After all, I was a babysitter and not her therapist.

I was a senior college student and was taking night evening classes. Looking for a way to cover my tuition cost, I answered an ad in the local newspaper. Claudette and her husband were looking for a nanny to help care for their two young children. Being from a very large family, my interest perked up. If there was anyone in my college who knew a thing or two about babysitting it would probably be me. After a quick interview and a few short phone calls, I was hired to live with them in their massive mansion on the west side of town.

Even though I was living in someone else's home, I loved that I had my own room. Usually I would have to share my room with two of my younger sisters. Also, the couple was quite wealthy and my pay was well beyond average. The wealthy couple treated me as one of their own. Even though I hated taking advantage, I couldn't resist being spoiled by them on their extravagant monthly shopping trips.

I probably could have bought anything clothes I wanted. But my favorite outfits were tight denim blue shorts, simple cotton T-shirts and white tennis shoes. I loved that I finally didn't have to wear my sister's ugly hand me downs, and could finally express myself.

Dealing with Claudette's two little ones had its challenges. They would often cry at odd hours while Claudette and her husband would be out working late. When they were both home together, they would spend most of their time fighting back and forth. As the year went on, the fighting between Claudette and her husband only seemed to worsen. Of course this made the kids even antsier, and it became harder to shush them.

Like most nights, it was pretty obvious why Claudette was crying. Their marriage had clearly been falling apart for awhile. David was always hurling insults, and being verbally abusive towards Claudette. He would show up drunk at all hours of the night screaming and yelling at her at the top of his lungs. David was a dental surgeon and made triple her salary as a realtor, and took any opportunity to use it as leverage.

When he had nothing else to belittle her about, he would lash out at her for putting on weight. Although she clearly put on weight, she was still one of the most beautiful women I'd seen. She was a tall plus-size woman, and the weight she put on only seemed to add to her perfect figure. I hated the way he put her down like that, she deserved so much better. If only she knew I was bisexual, and that her blonde-hair blue-eyed babysitter constantly fantasized about her.

Usually the fighting would simmer down, and Dave would either go upstairs or fall asleep drunk by the TV in his big lazy-boy chair. Claudette would stomp up the stairs and slam the bedroom door or cry into a glass of wine until she drank herself numb.

Late one night after their fighting had subsided, I heard Claudette stumbling down the hallway towards her bedroom. I waited a few minutes before deciding to check to see if she was ok. I pushed open their bedroom door, and could hear the shower running from her bathroom. Her black high heels and the rest of her clothes were in a messy pile just outside the open bathroom door. I could hear her humming along to an old rock tune as the steam poured out of the open bathroom door. Through the glass shower door, I could see the silhouette of her naked body slowly rocking back and forth while she lathered a layer of soap up and down her body.

She continued to rock back and forth while slowly soaping her perfect large breasts up and down. Her breasts were so much bigger than mine. I used to get made fun of because of how tiny my little A-cups were. Claudette's were so big that she probably needed costume made bras.

I continued to watch her, as she stopped soaping her breast and began to run the soap along her backside. Her chest pressed tightly against the shower door, as she continued to soap her upper back. Through the hot steam, I could see her thick purple areola's surrounding her hardened nipples that were pressed right up against shower glass. Oblivious to me staring in, she began to soap the front of her body.

Once she had created a soapy layer on her belly, she began to rub the soap and up and down between her thick thighs. Her long brown hair had fallen down over her breasts, making them much harder to see but her left nipple was still perfectly visible. It was pressed so hard against the glass, that I could see it through the layer of condensation on the shower door.

She switched to singing a different rock song, and continued to hum as she began to run the soap up and down her inner thigh. The shower was still so steamed up, that I could barely see what she doing. Her hand moved back and forth between her legs, causing a thick layer of soap suds to form on her crotch. As she washed the layer of soap off her naked body, it became clear that most of her crotch was covered in a thick layer of pubic hair.

I couldn't believe how much pubic hair she had. I was always self-conscious about making sure my pussy was clean shaven. Claudette dressed well, and always took good care of her body. But her she was with a massive layer of dark brown pubes, nesting between her thighs. Somehow it looked really good on her, good enough for me to gawk at her through the bathroom door. As the steam evaporated, I took one last look at her naked body pressed against the glass. Even only she knew how badly I wanted to touch her.

Seeing that she was ok, I started to quietly leave the bedroom. Just as I started to tiptoe out of the bedroom, I heard her soft moaning coming from behind the shower door. I stood by the bathroom, and peeked back in again. I had to be careful in case she noticed me, or one of the kids saw me staring in at their naked mother. Or even worse, her hot tempered husband would come upstairs and lose his shit on me. I couldn't simply ignore the soft tingling feeling between my denim shorts.

The shower head was no longer up on the hook, and Claudette had placed the back of it against her hairy pussy. She was tightly grasping the top of the glass shower door in one hand, and holding the shower against the patch of hair in the other. Her body seemed to shake all over, and she began moaning louder and louder. She was so busy pleasuring herself with the back of the shower head that she was oblivious to me peeking in at her. She let out one last moan, and placed the shower head back up on the hook. Just as she grabbed her towel, I quickly ran out of the bedroom.

I tiptoed down the hallway to my bedroom, worried I had peed through my tight denim shorts. My thin blue cotton panties were soaking wet, and something was dripping down my left thigh. My panties were so wet that they had soaked though into the shorts, causing a big wet patch on the inner crotch. I unbuttoned my shorts and pulled my underwear down past my knees, it wasn't pee at all. The tingly sensation from watching Claudette had caused me to swell up and my panties to soak through.

I reached up inside my tight pink shirt and toyed with little pink nipples. Somehow they had become swollen and seemed to be numb. I reached into my top drawer and put on a pair of dry pink cotton panties, and a fresh pair of blue denim shorts. Just as soon as I got under the covers, there was a big commotion coming from downstairs.

The yelling was coming from the kitchen, and was getting louder and louder. Both of the little ones had been woken up, and I could hear them crying from down the hallway. The fighting was much louder than it usually was. It was clear from his slurred shouting, that David was more drunk than usual. I was sure he was fast asleep, but I guess he woke up and drank again.

I wanted to go down to help her but I was terrified of David. He was a big burly guy with a very bad temper. Both of the kids began to cry again, as the yelling got louder and louder. As soon as the yelling subsided, the sound of dishes being thrown all over the kitchen floor began. I hugged both of them tight in my arms, until all the noise finally stopped.

The entire house seemed to shake as her husband slammed the front door shut. As soon as his car peeled out I knew it was over. Once the kids fell back asleep, I went downstairs to check on Claudette.

There were so many broken plates and cups that I had to tiptoe all over the kitchen floor. Claudette was sitting at the kitchen table, with her head buried deep in her arms. Her body was shaking, and she was sobbing loudly. She never smoked, but the half-lit cigarillo on the table said otherwise. I quietly grabbed the broom, and swept up the nearby shards of glass away while she continued sobbing oblivious to me cleaning around her.

Once the glass had been completely cleaned up, I went over to comfort her.

I wasn't sure how she'd react to me, but I really hated seeing her like this. She was decent mom, and always went out of her way to be kind to others. I cautiously wrapped my little arms around her and gave her a giant hug. She quickly wiped up the tears off, and brought my arm around her chest. Her sobbing went from crying to cute little sniffle, and her body slowly stopped trembling.

"I'm sorry Danielle, I'm sorry you had to hear all that noise." She said, looking up at me.

Her eyes were still water logged with tears, and bloodshot from crying. But they were also the prettiest bright green eyes I had ever seen. They seem to suddenly sparkle as she wiped the tears away with her sleeve.

She was still trying to hold her back tears, as she took a deep drag from her cigarillo.

"It's ok, and I'm here if you need me." I said, hugging her tight and accidentally brushing my arm across her massive left breast.

"We're getting a divorce." She said, putting down her cigarillo.

"I'm sorry." I replied.

I was trying to be polite, but was happy she was getting rid of that abusive piece of crap. Claudette deserved so much better than the piece of shit.

I sat down next to Claudette and we each drank a glass of her expensive wine. I wouldn't normally drink on the job, but I could see she needed the company. Her tears were gone now and her eyes were no longer bloodshot. Her big green eyes sparkled in my direction as she held onto my right hand.

"Danielle, could I ask you a small favor?" she asked, gently caressing my hand.

"Sure, whatever you need." I replied, smiling back.

"I know you're really hired as our babysitter, but I can use some company tonight." She said, smiling at me.

I let go of her hand and leaned over to where she was sitting. She wrapped her arms tightly around my back, and I could feel her voluptuous breasts press tightly against my thin cotton shirt. She took me by my hand, and we walked upstairs arm in arm. We got up on her massive queen size bed, and made our way under her oversized duvet covers. Claudette had no idea that I would do anything to get this close to her beautiful body. Claudette's bathrobe had fallen open under the covers, and her soft naked body was pressing against my shirt. My hands were wrapped tightly around her back, and I was doing my best not run my hands up and down her chest. Claudette had clearly had too much wine, and we both drifted off to sleep with our arms around each other.

Early the next morning, I unraveled my arms from Claudette and went down the hall to help the kids get dressed. The three of us headed downstairs for a late breakfast and Saturday morning cartoons. Once the kids were distracted with their cartoons, I went upstairs to check on Claudette. She never slept in this late, and I was beginning to worry about her.

She was sitting at the edge of her bed, with her hair brushed down straight. She was wearing a thin layer of dark red lipstick, and a large pearl necklace around her neck. Her thick breasts were barely covered by a large red lace bra. The bra was nearly see-through, and her dark bumpy areolas pressed against the bra. She stood up and reached into her top underwear drawer, taking a minute to admire her body in the big dresser mirror. I stood at bedroom door peeking in at her from the hallway. She wasn't wearing any underwear, and I was able to get a good look at her in mirror.

She sat up on the edge of the bed, and reached inside the nightstand. She took a small toy out of the nightstand and, and placed it between her legs. While admiring her body in the mirror, she began to rub the toy deep inside her hairy pussy. Her eyes were closed and her face seemed to turn bright red as the toy began to start buzzing.

She continued to move the toy faster, through her thick patch of thick pubic hair. She suddenly stopped and let out a lot moan. Still shaking, she stood up and headed over to the dresser carelessly leaving the toy on the bed. She pulled out a pair of red underwear that seemed to match her bra, and pulled it over her patch of hair. She was still a bit wet, and a tiny wet spot formed on the panties. Even with her underwear on, I could see still her pubic hair poking against the lace fabric of the underwear. Even on the outside of the underwear, small amounts of pubic hair peeked out everywhere.

I quietly went back downstairs, worried she would catch me. I couldn't believe she would do that with the bedroom door wide open!

I sat next to the kids and watched TV with them until she came downstairs. Claudette's busiest day as a realtor was Saturday, so she needed to dress the part. When she came downstairs, her long brunette hair was brushed neatly over her tight pink blouse. Her thick red lace bra was peeking out, and her voluptuous breasts were hard not to notice. Claudette's tight leather miniskirt was also hard not to notice, and she knew it. She was wearing three-inch black stilettos and lace black stockings. The outline of her lace underwear on the back of her skirt was what got my attention. That and I knew her thick patch of pubic hair was still dripping wet.

"Mom, you look so pretty." Annabelle yelled, looking up from her cartoon.

We all started laughing as Claudette spun around to show off her pretty outfit.

"I want to be pretty like you one when I'm older!" Annabelle shouted.

Annabelle was her very energetic five year. She had curly blond hair and big silver eyes. More than once, people in the mall thought she was my kid. I had to gently explain to them that I didn't get pregnant at sixteen. But I guess it was an easy mistake, since we both had blue eyes and long blonde hair.

Claudette left me some money to order pizza for the girls, and headed off to her show her open houses. It was very late Saturday when she finally returned home from the office, and both kids were fast asleep in their PJ's. I was dead tired, and had passed out on the downstairs sofa while watching TV. I was woken up by a soft kiss on my left cheek.

"Come join me in my bed. I'm lonely again." Claudette whispered, kissing me on the cheek again.

I lay down on the bed and pretended not to stare as she undressed. She stood up near the oversized dresser mirror and removed her pearl necklace. After setting it down on top of her dresser, she undid the buttons of her blouse and pulled it up over her head.

She unzipped her tight leather skirt, dropping it down past her lace stockings and three inch stilettos. She had such a nice ass, and she knew it. It was a perfect shape, and was thick in all the right places. She smiled back at me in the mirror, catching me staring at her.

"You think I'm hot, don't you." She asked.

She could see that my face turned a dark red. She turned around to face me. Her perfect breasts were propped up by her thick red lace bra. My attention was on her pubic hairs, peeking out of the sides of her red lace underwear.

"So, do you think I'm hot?" she asked again.

"I think you're the hottest woman I've ever seen." I said, smiling at her and making her blush.

Once the bedroom door was locked, she slowly walked over to the bed. She pulled the blanket up over our bodies and straddled my waist between her thighs. She took both my hands and pressed them lightly against the surface of her lace bra.

"Squeeze them hard." She said, smiling down at me.

I placed my hands on both breasts, and gave them a soft squeeze. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. As soon as her bra came off, her breasts fell forward nearly smacking against my face. She took my hands again, and moaned as I squeezed them a little bit harder. Claudette pushed my hands aside, and grabbed both her breasts. She began sliding her breast up and down against my face, and pushing my hands away every time I tried to reach for them. She leaned back up again, and moaned as I played with her nipples until they hardened. Once they were rock hard, she pushed them in and out of my mouth.

Claudette was a much better kisser than I expected. I was so nervous, but she was good at taking the lead. She kissed me softly at first, and lightly pressed her thin red lips against mine. She began nibbling back and forth at my lips, while I toyed with her thick dangling breasts.

Her tongue found its way deep inside my mouth, as her hands began pushing deep inside my cotton T-shirt. Her thumb and index finger moved back and forth on my nipples, until they became hard. One of her hands made its way between my legs and started to slowly moving up and down my crotch, while she kept kissing my nipples.

She stopped kissing me, and pushed my shirt upwards towards my face. With her hand still rubbing against my crotch, she began pressing her lips on my belly. She slowly began to work her way up to my tiny A-cup chest. I gasped as her warm tongue pressed lightly against the tip of my nipples. They were already rock hard, and beginning to feel sore. She practically tore my shirt off my body, and leaned down on top of me.

She knew she would have to take the lead, because I was way too nervous and inexperienced.

She grabbed my arm and rolled me over on the side to face her. We both pressed our hands between each other thighs, and began to tease each other's crotches. My hand was just on the outside of her panties, and hers was rubbing back and forth against the crotch of my tight denim shorts. She kissed me under my ear and moved my hand up and down against her red lace panties, causing a wet spot to form on her panties. Even with her thick patch of pubic hair, I could feel her getting excited. She took my hand and slid it deep inside her panties.

"Push your finger in me." She whispered.

Her pubic hair was soaking wet, and I was easily able to push my index finger inside her. She grabbed my hand and moved it back and forth while my finger slowly slid in and out between her thick wet pubic hairs. She continued to guide it as she kissed my neck harder and harder. I badly wanted to taste her, but she was really enjoying me gently fingering her.

"Do you like my wet hairy pussy?" She mumbled, between her soft even moans.

"I love it." I whispered back.

"Keep fingering that hairy pussy." She said, letting go of my hand.

She reached down and tried to slide her hands inside my denim shorts, but they were on way too tight. She kept fumbling with them until the metal button flew off. She pushed her hand down inside my denim shorts, and began moving it up and down against my wet cotton panties. With the tip of her index finger, she began lightly caressing my swollen clit.

"Oh my god, you're fucking drenched." She gasped.

I couldn't help it, and her hand was covered in a wet thick layer as both us began to moan wildly.

I continued to lightly finger her as she ran her index finger up and down against my clit. She stopped touching it, and tried inserting her index finger in me. It took her several tries, and she was able to insert her finger inside me. She slowly pushed it back and forth in and out of my hole, until it went all the way inside. I didn't want to tell she had just taking my virginity, it felt so amazing and I didn't want to ruin it.