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Nanny Job

I was nineteen years old and enrolled at the University of Houston doing graphic arts. I’d always earned money during high school baby-sitting and definitely needed to work while I was going to U. I looked for a job acting as a nanny and was really happy when I found one working for the Walsh family.
They had a little boy who was a bit of a handful, but we got along just fine. Their house was large, three floors and the top floor bedroom was almost an apartment with its own staircase and entrance. The pay was good too, and Sammy, the wife and Jack, the husband seemed like cool, laid back people. Jack was a plastic surgeon and she was a PR rep for a pharmaceutical company, one of those competent businesswomen that I admire. She was in her early thirties and was always put together, I’m talking Gucci shoes and St. John knits. She was also slim and athletic.
I’m pretty casual, and my classes keep me really busy along with my work schedule. I bike everywhere I go, and that’s really my only exercise, but at 19 it doesn’t take much to keep me trim. We worked out a good schedule that put Jack Jr. in kiddie classes for the times when I needed to be at my classes. Weekends were pretty much mine, though if I was around I didn’t mind taking Jack Jr. on errands. I’d been working there for about six weeks when Mr. Walsh said good-bye mid-week, leaving for a surgery conference in New York.
Friday evening I was home, working on some designs, when Sammy asked if I would mind putting Jack Jr. to bed, as she had a business dinner she had to attend. No problem, I thought. Jack Jr. was a little whiny so I thought I’d give him a bath in Mommy and Daddy’s Jacuzzi tub, so he could have a whole flotilla of rubber duckies. I put him to bed, read him stories and made sure he was sound asleep before I returned to the tub to clean it. It looked so good, that I figured I’d light a few candles and have a relaxing bath myself, figuring I had at least a good hour before Sammy came home.
I must have dozed off, because before I knew it there was a soft knock on the door, and there she was, standing in the bathroom, watching me. I could tell she had had a few glasses of wine, because she sat on her makeup stool and proceeded to talk to me. I apologized and explained that the bath had just tempted me after Jack Jr. got out. The bath had some blue gel in it, but I knew my body was entirely exposed.
“That’s ok Katie, not a problem. It is nice. Did you figure out how to turn on the jets?” I hadn’t, and she switched them on, and said, “Relax sweetie.” The bubbles obscured my body, which made me more comfortable.
She bustled about the bathroom, going into her dressing room, talking constantly. She disappeared for a few minutes and came back with a tray, bearing a bottle of wine and two glasses, and she sat on the rim of the tub, handing me a glass.
“I had dinner with the most luscious man. He was in town promoting a new product.” She drank some of the wine and dipped a finger in the water. “He was quite a temptation, but I was a good girl.” She stood up and started taking off her clothes, talking all the while about her job. I didn’t know where to look. The suit came off. She was wearing the prettiest lace bra and panties and a little garter belt holding up her stockings. I told her that I thought they were cute.
She came over to the tub, drank the rest of her glass of wine and said she liked the way lingerie made her feel. When she crossed her legs to roll down her stockings I couldn’t help but look at her panties. They were very wet in the middle. She saw me looking and said, “The most luscious man made me wet. He wanted to fuck me, but I said no, but he kept on talking about sex.” She reached up and unhooked her bra. She had really pretty breasts, smaller than mine. She grabbed them, rubbing them and said, “It always feels so good to get a bra off at the end of the day.”
She sat there and had another glass of wine. I had finished mine and we shared the last of the bottle. She disappeared and returned with another bottle, filling my glass. She turned her back to me and pulled her panties off, walking to the closet with all of her lingerie. She came back and sat on the stool, naked. She didn’t have any pubic hair. I on the other hand hadn’t shaved for six months, the time during which I hadn’t had a boyfriend. The Jacuzzi turned itself off, and once again my naked body became visible. She said, “Do you mind if I get in for a few minutes? I’ll scrub your back.”
I said, “Sure, come on in. Do you want bubbles?”
She said, “Let me start them” and leaned over, giving me a close up view of a very wet pussy. When she sat down she did so opposite me and gave me a little smile. “Bet you didn’t think we’d be taking a Jacuzzi together tonight”
I had to laugh. I have a low tolerance for wine and was starting to feel a little buzz.
She said, “So do you have a boyfriend? Girlfriend?” She hiccupped. “Sorry, think I’m a little buzzed.” She picked up one of my feet and started to wash it. “I don’t want you to think I’m a slut. I didn’t fuck him. Though I was tempted.” She started rubbing the middle underside of my foot, which is definitely one of my erogenous zones. “Especially when he let me off at the house and pulled his dick out. I thought it was rude.” She chuckled, “But damn it was nice looking. Long and curved up a little, you know just the type that hits the G-spot.” She put my foot down and picked up the other. I realized that she had put my foot down between her legs. I was pretty sure my big toe was touching her pussy, but I didn’t dare move it to find out. “Have you ever had one like that?”
“Umm, no, I haven’t had a lot. My last boyfriend had one that curved sideways.”
She laughed, “I guess you could have done him laying on your side to get the same effect.”
She was doing a seriously good job on my other foot. I was definitely getting turned on, which bothered me. I became so pre-occupied with my own feelings that I forgot about my other big toe. I moved it; it was definitely pussy, soft, but frilled. She moved a little and I was sure that my toe was now inside her. She said, “He wanted me to blow him. I figured that didn’t really count as infidelity, but I knew it would just make me wet.” She looked at me. “But you saw I was wet.” She laughed and moved, “And I guess you can feel that I’m wet.” My toe was now inside a wet, tight spot. She moved her foot, and suddenly I felt her toe brushing my lips, caressing them. She wiggled a little and pushed her toe inside me. “I guess you’re wet too.”
I giggled, “This is very strange.”
She said, “It is, isn’t it?” Then suddenly she withdrew her toe and stood up. “Let me soap you and then we’ll rinse off in the shower.” I stood up and she said, “You have a really pretty body. I couldn’t tell under your baggy t-shirts.” She got soap and a scrubby mitt and did my whole body. It felt great. When it came my turn I used my hand first, because by now I wanted to feel her skin. It was smooth as silk except for the hard little bumps on her tits. She even spread her legs a little so I could soap her pussy, and believe me I felt the wet pouring from her lips.
We got into the shower, it was definitely built for two and had a rain shower head as well as a hand held nozzle. We rinsed off and she handed me the nozzle and said, “Will you finish me. I’m so fucking horny.” She held onto the glass walls of the shower while I played the handheld all over her pussy. It wasn’t a minute before she was trembling, coming hard from the water. I rinsed myself off and got towels for both of us. The wine had really knocked her out, so I dried her.
She said, “Got to brush my teeth can’t go to bed with cum on my breath.” She did so and I helped her into bed. She lay on her back as I turned out the lights. It was as if her horniness had been a virus and she had infected me. But I was a little pissed that she hadn’t offered to take care of me. I figured I wouldn’t be able to go to bed without an orgasm, but playing these games had been so exciting that just frigging myself would be anti-climactic. Most of the lights in the room were off, and Sammy’s eyes were closed, but I could tell she wasn’t asleep.
I climbed on top of her, scooting up so my pussy was in her face. “You said oral sex didn’t count. Eat me.” I sat right down on her mouth, so she got a good facefull. It was either lick my pussy or suffocate, and she did a good job. I came so hard I coated her face with my juice, but after I got off I licked it all up, and gave her a good night kiss.
The next day she slept in late, which was no big deal, as I had the morning off. Jack Jr. was off on a play date till three in the afternoon. It was about 11 before she made an appearance. She came in and sat down at the table. “Wow I had a lot to drink last night. I had the strangest dream.” She looked at me. “Only I don’t think it was a dream.”
I just looked at her and said, “I had strange dreams last night too.” I brought her a cup of coffee and told her I had to leave for the library. We didn’t see each other for the rest of the day, but late that night just after I had put myself to bed there was a knock on the door.
Sammy came in. She was wearing a nightdress that came down to mid-thigh. She said, “I was thinking about my dream. Shall I tell you how it ended?”
I grinned at her, “Sure Sammy.”
She climbed up on top of the bed, “I dreamed a girl came into my bed just as I was going to sleep and did this.” She climbed over my body. I could see that she wore nothing under the nightdress and that her pussy had been freshly shaved. She walked her knees so that her pussy was just over my mouth. “And then she did this.” Her lips stuck out a little from her pussy, and they were tight together. I extended my tongue and a bead of moisture trickled into my mouth. I licked higher and felt the little nub of her clit and then I grabbed her hips and plunged her onto my tongue.
Jack came back on Monday and life continued pretty much as it had before. Neither Sammy nor I referred to our sex play. About a month later it was Sammy’s turn to go out of town. I was a little nervous about being in the house alone with Jack. Truth was I found him pretty exciting to be around. He was a little over six feet, slim, full of nervous energy, but he also had a calm center. I could see him quiet while holding a scalpel, making a calm cut in someone’s skin and it turned me on. Funny thing about sex. Girls can go without it for months at a time, but if something happens, like the thing between Sammy and I, it can kind of ignite a fire, and the fire just smolders.
Saturday morning Jack asked me if I could look after Jr. and that wasn’t a problem with me. I was working on some anatomical sketches, so I took them out by the pool while Jr. splashed around. When he came back a few hours later I was finishing up. Jr. was ready for a snack and a nap.
Jack looked over my shoulder at my drawings, “Those are good. Do you mind if I have a look at them after I put Jr. down?”
When he came back he was wearing a swim suit. He looked good. I had done some studies of women’s faces and women’s bodies. He looked at a drawing of an old woman and said, “You’ve just about got the muscle structure here right, but you haven’t closed the orbicularis oris.” He turned to the next, a nude of a young girl. “This is great. I mean, I know just where I’d put the implant, but you’ve gotten the structure perfect. You enjoyed studying anatomy, didn’t you?”
This was the first conversation that I’d had with the man of any length, and I was a little intimidated. I blurted out, “I didn’t know you did titties.”
He laughed, “Breast augmentation is what we call it but its technical name might well be “doing titties”.
“I think I want to have implants one day, I think. What would you do?” I turned to face him. I was wearing a full bra swimsuit, so I knew he wouldn’t be able to comment much. “I’m not really happy with the way they look now, I think they’re a little too large.”
He said, “Plastic surgery is pretty much of an art form. Of course I can’t really tell much with a bra on, but I wouldn’t do anything about size at your age unless it really bothers you.”
I reached behind and unsnapped my bra, taking it off before he could protest. My tits aren’t too large; at least I’ve never had a guy say so. They’re large – pretty close to a double D on my skinny frame, but they hang well, and I have really pretty nipples. They got rock hard the moment the breeze hit them.
He tried hard to be clinical, I’ll give him that. I had already soaped up his wife, and while they were pretty buppies, a nice B cup, they probably didn’t make men do the googly doll thing. I stood up and grabbed them, “I think they sway too much when I walk, look.” I walked about twenty feet away and then came back flat-footed, so they had that little double bounce that makes guys crazy. I said, “If you were to reduce them where would the surgery scars be.” I wanted him to touch them so badly. My nipples had actually started to ache. He extended one slim finger and traced lines, “There, and there, and there. But you musn’t ever have them done. They’re perfect.”
I said, “If they had to replace the nipple show me where they would cut.”
He said, “First we’d excise it, here,” He traced his finger around the areola. I thought I was going to die, or slip in my own pussy juice when it started to collect around my feet. “And then we’d move it here.”
“Don’t you think they’re too big?” I held them both in my hands, offering them like a pair of ripe fruit.”
He stammered, “No, not at all.”
“But they’re so heavy, feel how heavy they are.”
He placed his hand under one, and seemed to weigh it, my nipple bouncing in front of his eyes.
“No they’re not too heavy, do they give you back aches?” He seemed to start, and recover himself. He said, “I wouldn’t do a thing.” He rushed back into the house, but not before I noticed an enormous erection tenting his swimsuit.
I had scared him off, that was for sure. For the rest of the weekend he avoided me like the plague. By Monday I was sure I was busted. Sammy came back and gave me a curious look that said she had probably talked to her husband. I spent part of the afternoon at a coffee shop looking at the help wanted ads. Late that evening though there was a tap at my door, and Sammy came in dressed in a short silk teddy that hung mid thigh. She said, “Poor Jack, didn’t know what to do with you did he?”
I blushed and said I was sorry.
“I would have fucked you if I were a man. I told him that. I’ve got something for you.” She crawled onto my bed and moved up close to my face again. She said, “I’m going to give you a taste of what you missed.”
She moved over me and put her pussy in my face. It was swollen and pink and looked freshly fucked. As I watched a thick string of cum leaked out and she said, “Clean that up. Second hand is still better than none at all.”
She had orgasmed twice by the time I had finished scooping it all out of her pussy, and she kept on talking to me saying, “I told him I was going to make you lick it out of me, and he came like a fountain, like a fucking fountain, you little bitch.”
I was so intense on her pussy that I didn’t feel the second set on hands on my legs until I was almost done, but then a tongue separated my lips and stated licking and sucking me. I tried to look but she grabbed my head and said, “Finish your job, and then you’ll get your own load.”
I did and she climbed off, just as I came. I looked up to see Jack’s head lift from between my lips. Sammy lay beside me and said. “Jack’s going to lay down, so I can guide his cock into you. You’re going to be on top so we can both watch those tits swing as he pumps you full of cum.” I think I came again right then, and then again as she mounted behind me and grabbed a tit with one hand and reamed my asshole with the other, enjoying the feeling of her husband’s cock plowing me.
It was a good year.



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