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NAUGHTY EX-NANNY

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I recognized Marissa?s voice instantly. Our nanny from England had been gone for nearly three months. She had spent the past year with us on a special visa that was good for only 12-months of work and educational experience in our country. When her time was up, she had returned to her own country to return to her former life at home.

During her stay with us, she watched our two little ones, while Lisa my wife and I worked on our careers. Marissa was a jewel. The kids loved her, and she became a part of the family.

Once Marissa left us, I was asked to take another job elsewhere, and was selected for a transfer. Since then, my wife and kids had moved ahead of me to another state. I remained behind to fulfill my last local work obligations and to finish selling our house, which was now being rented by the future owner. It was the best way to arrange our finances and transfer out of state. It also let the kids start school in their new home town.

While my family was gone and while I was kicked out of our house, I was staying in a corporate single bedroom townhouse nearby, that had all the amenities a geographical bachelor would need: kitchen, bathroom, bedroom and large combination living room dining room, cable TV, phone, and all furnished by the company.

So, when Marissa?s British accent was on the other end of the telephone, I was a bit surprised, but was also instantly pleased and inquired of her well being.

Well, as it turned out, she had come back to the U.S. to visit a local British gal that she had made friends with. Some mix-up with schedules led Marissa to be in the area, while her friend was out of state on business. Marissa sounded to be in a bit of a crisis, not having much money, and had been depending on her friend for a place to stay.

Without a thought I told Marissa that she could stay with me until things got sorted out. Her friend was going to return early so all would not be lost. In the mean time, Marissa would be my guest.

I left work early, and picked her up at the train station, where she had trained in from New York City.

Now, to be candid, Marissa is a gorgeous young woman of 22-years. When she lived with us, even my wife commented on her exceptionally good looking legs. I couldn?t keep my eyes of her ample, c-cup breasts, and well, she had this angelic innocent look, made only so much sweeter by her blonde and silky Dutch boy hair cut and her delicate British accent. That was when she lived with us. At the train station, I saw her for the first time in a different light.

Marissa still had all of her natural good looks, but today at the train station she wasn?t our nanny any more, and she didn?t look like the type that would be taking care of kids. Instead, she had two travel bags, one in each hand, and the shortest mini-skirt I had ever seen in public, and she was showing some very dramatic cleavage.

When she saw me, she dropped her bags, ran to me, as best she could, threw her arms around me, and said, ?Oh Joe. It?s brilliant to see you again.?

She gave me a moist peck on the cheek, and looked me deep in the eyes. No, she wasn?t the kid?s nanny anymore.

I responded, ?whew, Rissa, getting away from the kids has done you some good. You look awesome.?

Again, she looked me in the eyes and said, ?would you have hired me on dressed like this a year ago??

Before I thought, I said, ?who said I would have been thinking of hiring you??

?Go on Mr. Joe, what?d think me to be a Mary Poppins-type. A girl?s got to live a little Luv.?

?Let?s get your things in the car and leave this place.?

Marissa didn?t just look different. She seemed so free and perhaps even a bit radical, living on the edge. I found myself more than attracted to her.

As she sat in the front seat next to me, more than once I got caught ogling her thighs.

She took in stride, smiling, and looked out the window with a huge shit-eating grin.

Half way home she asked, ?Joe, you?re a wine drinker, but I like beer. Can we stop for some beer??

?You betcha,? I responded. And we did. I bought her two 6-packs of Heineken, her favorite.

Letting her into the townhouse, I saw her looking around for what I thought was a second bedroom, so I said, ?I?ll take the couch, and you can have the bedroom.?

?No you?re not Joe. Your house. You sleep in your own bed.?

?How about some steaks on the barbeque?? I asked, ignoring the developing argument over sleeping arrangements.

Over the next hour and a half, I cooked a couple of steaks on the grill, downed a whole bottle of wine, and poor Marissa got incredibly tanked on her fourth beer.

We laughed until we cried, recalling old times, and I have to admit I was really enjoying her sparkling company.

After the steaks were done and things were cleaned up, Marissa headed off to the bathroom to take a shower and freshen up. I settled into the couch, and started watching the evening news, in search of that relaxing state of mindlessness that I rarely get to enjoy in the hustle-bustle of my professional life.

After about 45-minutes of television, I heard the bathroom door open, and Marissa came stumbling down the hallway. I looked up and she was white as a ghost, and didn?t look well at all. With a towel barely wrapped around her breasts and mid-section, she came out of the hallway and said, ?Joe, I think I?m passing out. The bathwater was too hot for all that beer.?

She started to say something else, when she let go of her towel, swooned, and half-fell, half caught herself as she landed on the couch next to me.

Marissa had fallen victim to a very old enemy of my own ? hot water, drinking and dehydration. Anyway, I jumped from the couch, let her lay down, and I ran to get her some water and some juice to start re-hydrating her.

Coming back from the kitchen, she hadn?t moved, laying on her back, hair soaking, arms askew above her head, and one leg hanging off the edge of the couch. I didn?t try to look at her nudity under the somewhat emergency circumstances, but there she was, in full glory, sick as she was.

Marissa was a shaver, and her bare pussy was in clear view. As I approached, I picked up her towel, lay it across her, and began to nurse her back to the land of the living.

As I said earlier, Marissa was 22-years old, and I knew for a fact that she was a moderately experienced drinker, but the combination of traveling, four beers, lack of rest and dehydration had caught up with her all at once. After downing some liquids, she slowly regained some of her wits and began to recover. As she did so, she realized her vulnerable situation, lying naked on the couch in front of me, with only a mere towel covering her personal parts.

She clutched her breasts through the towel, sat up, and said, ?Oh Joe, I?m so embarrassed. This has never happened before.?

I smiled and said, ?take it easy Rissa. It?s OK.?

No sooner had I said it, than she began to swoon again, and quickly lay back down, letting go of her towel again.

I dutifully covered her up again, fed her some more liquids, made sure she was going to be OK, and headed off to bed. It was only 8:30 or so in the evening, but I figured the best thing to do was let her sleep it off and regain her constitution.

Around, 4:00 in the morning, she came into my bedroom, whispering my name and said, ?Joe, I can?t sleep and I?m freezing. Can I get under the covers with you and warm up. It?s eight o?clock in the morning back in England and I can?t sleep any more.?

Well, I was in deep sleep, and said, ?sure, OK.? But, I was also awake enough to understand the implications of such a scene if my wife were to walk in on me with Marissa in bed. I also sleep in the nude, which Marissa already knew from living with us for a year, but I warned her anyway, ?stay on your side. I?m not wearing anything.?

I felt the bed shifting and thumping as she got into bed with me. Then I heard her teeth chattering and she said, ?Joe, I?m freezing.? And before I knew it, I felt her cold body pressing up against my own.

I let out an involuntary yelp, especially since her left thigh unceremoniously buried itself into the crack of my ass, and pressed right into that happy place that makes straight guys squeal when it gets touched accidentally.

?Sorry,? was her only remark, and she pressed herself against me, giving me goose bumps, totally disrupting my sleep.

After a few minutes, the teeth chattering stopped, and her breathing slowed down, telling me that she had actually fallen asleep. Once I knew she was really asleep, I crawled out of bed, and trotted off to the shower to start my day a couple hours earlier than normal.

So, now I have to confess, in the shower, I couldn?t get the images of her nude body out of my mind. What would it be like to hold her. To pleasure her. Would she be an exciting lover? I got hard, and fantasized about her joining me in the shower, or perhaps, spending a night in bed with me. I imagined doing this, and that, to her body as she made small animal noises in my ear. She was my morning inspiration in the shower.

I made some coffee after the shower, ate a couple pieces of fruit, left her a note to call me when she woke up to let me know how she was doing, and headed to the office.

Around 10:30 that morning, a groggy Marissa called me. Said she was doing much better. I urged her to drink plenty of juice and water, and to get something out of the fridge for lunch, and to take the day off to relax and to recover.

I got home around 6:30 that evening, greeted at the door by Marissa. She was all smiles, danced a circle around me with a finger pointed-out, touching my shirt as she went around me. She said, ?much better this evening thank you.?

?Great,? I replied with a smile. ?How about we go out to dinner tonight? Say, half-hour from now? I inquired.

?Yummy Joe. Italian??

?You got it.?

We went to my favorite Italian restaurant that evening. I had a couple glasses of merlot, and Marissa decided she?d lay off the beer for a while, so she tried the merlot with the lasagna and really liked it. We avoided talking about the whole ?passing out on the couch episode?, and generally talked about the kids, my wife, and life in general.

After dinner, we drove home, and once again, I couldn?t help keeping my eyes off her legs. She was wearing another short skirt that made me crazy, and caused me to recall her nude body from last night.

Finally, as we turned onto my street, I said, ?Marissa, I?m almost twice your age, but your short skirts make me feel eighteen again.?

She laughed out loud, and said, ?I?ll take that as a compliment, unless you want me to stop wearing them.?

I couldn?t resist, so I said, ?you can stop wearing those skirts, and stop wearing towels as far as I?m concerned.?

?Joe!? she feigned the insult.

There was silence in the car as we pulled up to the townhouse.

Inside, I headed for the bedroom, yanking off my tie as I went.

Marissa said, ?I get the bathroom first.?

?All yours,? I answered.

I heard the shower again, so I headed out to the kitchen to set up the coffee maker for the next day, and then turned on the television in the living room to check on world events, and such.

From down the hallway, I heard Marissa emerge from the bathroom, and she came out to the living room again, skimpy towel barely wrapped around her, and one hand mockingly held to her forehead, ?Oh Joe, I?m, I?m ??

I interrupted her, ?are you sick again??

She looked at me, and began laughing, ?actually, I feel rather delightful.?

Marissa popped down on the couch next to me, looked at me, then hesitated, and said, ?Joe, I uh,?, then she stopped, looked down at her towel, leading my eyes with her gesture.

?Joe, I uh, I wont tell Lisa if you don?t,?

Before her comment even registered, she lowered her towel, rolled one leg across my lap so that she was now half-straddling me, and she leaned up to just behind my left ear and said, ?I?ve wanted to make love to you for over a year. Take me to bed.?

I was smitten. I knew it was wrong, but I was smitten, so I turned to her, and began to kiss her passionately.

The smell of her wet hair and the scent of her body spray immediately drove me crazy. I went after her with abandon. I let my right hand slide and flow to her ass, curving down so that my middle finger came to rest perfectly on the button of her ass hole.

I kept my finger there while I pulled her closer to my body with pressure from the palm of my same hand, and she willingly complied, now grinding her pussy into my left hip bone.

She breathed into my mouth as we kissed, her hands were on either side of my face, lightly touching me and pulling me deeper into her kisses. I moved my left hand around her waist, and pulled her into me even tighter. I was feeling a little light headed from the lust.

?I love feeling your clothes against my naked skin. I?ve wanted to feel you pressed against me. Oh Joe, I want this so much. To fuck you just one time.?

I eased Marissa off my lap, and led her down the hall way to the bedroom, laid her down on her back. I stood at the foot of the bed while I undressed.

The sight of her smooth, shaved body, and her shamelessness, as she lie there spread eagle, touching herself, was an incredible turn on.

I pulled off my briefs, and stood there nude in front of her, and touched myself.

Marissa moaned, ?you look so hot, Joe. I knew you would.?

I smiled at her, ?Marissa, do you know how many times I wanted to lay you??

My right hand was slowly and lightly stroking my erect cock.

?Marissa, you were my morning inspiration in the shower just today. Seeing your beautiful body last night, oh, . . .? I hesitated as my body began to respond to my own ministrations.

?your short skirts, just barely hiding that pussy of yours, mmmmmmmm.?

?Joe, your cock is, well, it?s thicker than I thought it would be,? she cooed as she began to finger herself.

?Those bikinis that you wore in the pool with the kids. I wanted to see those tits pop out by accident. Shit, that ass of yours as you bent over to take care of the little ones. So, hot.? I dabbed a little pre-cum on my finger and tasted it in front of her.

?Joe, I wanted to invite you to my room when Lisa was out of town. In the middle of the night, just the two of us. I wanted you to bend me over a chair, and take me, [uhhhhhhh] to feel your hands on my hips as you rammed me from behind [mmmmmmm], in the dark Joe. No kissing. No talking. Just silent fucking [ohh, uhhhmmm].

I now had two hands on my shaft, going at it with slow, purposeful strokes.

?Rissa, I wanted you to climb into bed with Lisa and I, to lay between us, and let us pleasure you, ohhh, shit that?d be so hot, the three of us.?

She smiled, and we continued our little game, ?oooooooohhhhhh, I?d have liked that too. Hmmm, to eat your wife and let you fuck me,?

?I?m going to cum Rissa.?

?I want you to cum. Cum for me Joe. Make it spill out. Spill it on the floor in front of me. Spill it on your hands. I want to see it dripping and running on you.?

My hands were now going faster. I was in a total state of lust. I was standing in front of our adult nanny, pumping my cock, talking nasty. It was incredible, so I went crazy.

?I want to fuck that shaved pussy of yours tonight. To eat you and fuck you.?

I was getting very close now. My balls quit swaying back and forth as they were pulled in by mysterious biological forces that I don?t understand. My body was getting ready to spew its seed out into the air as I stroked away.

Marissa was going crazy too. ?Yeah Joe. Fuck me all night.?

The fingers on her right hand was now doing a sixty-cycle dance on her hot button, and I saw her back arching, tits flailing, and I knew she was close.

Again, the rawness of her presence, and the silkiness of her younger body pushed me over the edge, and I shouted, ?Here it cums. My cum for you Rissa. I ?m going to shoot it out ? Uh! Uh! Uh! Oh yeah, Uh! Uh!? and I ejaculated two nice six-inch long streams of semen into the air.

?Oh, Joe, that?s so hot!?, and she squealed, ?yes! Yes! Oh shit Yes!?, and Marissa?s body heaved and convulsed in her own climax.

I continued to stroke myself, standing there looking at her. I could feel my hot cum starting to cool off, leaving cool trails down the back of my hand, and across my right thumb.

?You got any cum on your hand? Bring it to me. Rub it onto my pussy.?

Placing the back of my hand on her pussy, I wiped my cum into her clitoris, and again she shrieked out in another climax.

?Oh, that?s so slippery. So sexy. Your cum on my pussy!? she cried out, as her tits waved in opposite motions as her torso heaved back and forth.

Without invitation, I crawled onto the bed, and got between her legs, and slide my still hard cock into her pussy.

I knew that I couldn?t cum again so soon, but I had to feel her. To feel her hot cunt as she moved.

?Oh, that feels so good Joe. You fill me up so nicely?, and once again she began to orgasm as I slid in and out of her.

In just a few minutes, we both settled down to some snuggling, kissing and groping.

She whispered in my ear, how she used to masturbate in the evening, thinking about Lisa and I having sex. She was fascinated by the mystery of our love-lives, which we kept hidden from her.

I confessed to fantasizing about her when I was in my wife?s pussy, and we both got worked up again by all the erotic confessions, and we made love again in a female superior missionary position.

The erotic talk continued well into the night. It turned out that Marissa was as attracted to my wife as much as she was to me. Marissa talked about the times when the two of them were home alone and the kids had been taken to day care for the day.

Marissa?s eye contact started to change as she talked about the two of them talking over morning coffee, dressed in towels or robes.

Abruptly, Marissa stopped talking, looked at me and said, ?Joe, now that you know I?ve lusted after your wife, what do you think??

?I think that you have as good of taste in women as I do,? I replied rather proud of my wit.

?No Joe, I mean, I was at home alone with your wife, and we wanted each other.?

I looked at her, and said, ?did you just hear yourself? You said that my wife wanted you too.?

?Ooops, I didn?t mean to . . .?

?Hey, did you and Lisa get it on??

?Joe, I didn?t mean to say it that way. It was just, well, we, you and I, well, we were confessing our passions, and . . .?

?Marissa,? I said soothingly, ?I knew that Lisa found you attractive. Did you two fuck each other??

She looked down and said, ?yes. A few times. She?s such a good lover.?

I was only half-surprised, but totally aroused. I was more than disappointed that I didn?t enjoy it with them at the time, but oh well.

I rolled over in between her legs, gave her several gentle kisses on the lips, moved down to her right ear and whispered, ?you are so hot. I often thought of the two of you doing it alone without me. I?d have approved you know. Still do.?

Sliding down to her pussy, I began to lick her clitoris, with our mingled love on her pussy and inner thighs, and on my face.

I made love to our former nanny the next morning again before work. When I came home that evening, she met me at the door, naked and revved up again. She led me to a chair in the dining room, which she promptly leaned across, and she said, ?I want you right now. No talking. I?ve been thinking about this all day. Right now. Give me that cock and cum in me right now.?

And . . . I did.

I called in sick the next day, because the two of us had conjured up and talked about every fantasy we?ve ever had while we made passionate love to each other in every conceivable way. She didn?t seem to ever cool off. Naughty Nanny!!!

Well, her friend finally called. She was back in town, and was ready for Marissa to come to her house. I helped her with her bags, and drove her over to her friend?s house. Once there I helped her to the door.

I was introduced to her friend, Shelly. We shook hands rather politely, and I said good bye to Marissa. As I turned to leave, Marissa pulled me back and laid a very long, deep kiss on the mouth in front of her friend.

I glanced at Shelly, who had a knowing look in her eyes. Marissa caught the exchange and said rather coyly, ?We?ll probably be invitin? you over one night soon, Shelly and I. She?s a hot little Nanny too you know!?!?

That experience is worthy of its own story. Later.

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