I'd been hired to be a part-time nanny for Cathy and John for the school term (John was a professor at my university), but when I arrived a week before classes, John promptly had to fly out of town, and Cathy and I, left to our own devices – pun at least partially intended – got to know each other rather better than I had expected (though not better than I had hoped!).
Cathy and I enjoyed two more days of "honeymoon sex" before John was due home. She was leery of my plan, but couldn't come up with a better one herself, so as it came time for somebody to drive out to the airport to meet him, she reluctantly agreed to go ahead.
"But take HIS car!"
"I intended to. Yours is too big – I don't want him even thinking about trying to make out in the back seat. And I want him off-balance, and I suspect he's very attached to that car, so he's going to insist on driving it back himself. He might expect me to drive if it was your car.
"If things are working as planned, I'll call and tell you his plane's been delayed due to a snowstorm in Toronto."
"Christie! It's the first week of September!"
"Sure, but everyone knows it's always winter in Canada. That way, if I call and tell you his plane's delayed for any other reason, you know his plane's been delayed."
"OK, then. We need to get you dressed. Let's go upstairs and see what you've got."
After looking through my closet, Cathy picked a charcoal bra-top dress with a deep plunging neckline.
"The hemline's a bit low... but he'll love the top! Do you have shoes to go with it?"
I showed her the sandals I'd usually wear.
"Oh, those won't do. Good thing we have the same size feet – I have just the thing."
She helped me get ready, then took me downstairs to her own closet and picked out a pair of three-inch wedges to match my dress.
"Now, you'll see eye-to-eye – or at least he won't have to look down too far when he's hoping to see you pop out of that dress!"
We went out to his BMW together and, as I sat in the driver's seat, Cathy leaned in and kissed me.
"Good luck."
"Don't wait up!" I closed the door and hit the garage opener.
* * *
John's plane was on time and as he only had a carry-on, he was one of the first out of the arrivals area. He spotted me immediately and hurried over.
"Christie! Where's Cathy?"
"Oh, you know, between the pregnancy and a hard day at the office, she's exhausted, and I'm still on summer vacation, so I volunteered to come for you. Besides which, it gave me an excuse to drive your Beemer." I held his keys out to him, as a pained expression briefly crossed his face.
"Well, it's good to see you!"
As he reached to give me a hug, and to take the keys, I pulled them back slightly, and suddenly (purely by accident!) he was in my arms, and the kiss he had planned to place on my cheek, fell full on my lips. I tightened the clinch, and opened my mouth to him. Surprised as he was, he smoothly took full advantage. We kissed for five minutes, there in the middle of the airport concourse, oblivious to everything around. He was careful not to touch me anywhere too inappropriate for a public place, but his cock was straining, and since I was grinding my mound on it, it wasn't going to relax any time soon!
"Oh, Christie – I want you so badly," he whispered in my ear, as we broke for breath. "I've wanted you since the day you walked into my office."
"I know," I murmured back. "If you have a place we can go, I can call Cathy and tell her your plane was delayed – we can steal at least a couple of hours."
"I just happen to have the keys to a pretty cool condominium," he said with a lascivious grin. "One of my colleagues has been working at a university in Germany through the summer, and will only get back just in time for the start of classes next week."
"Perfect! I'll call Cathy and give her the sad news" – I licked my lips, and tried to look lustful. It wasn't a look I'd had much practice with, but it seemed to do the job. I pulled out my phone and pushed the speed dial.
"Cathy. I'm here, but the plane's been delayed. I think it's snowing in Toronto, or something ... Yeah, I'll just get a drink and a snack of some sort, and I'll call when the plane gets in ... Sure, don't wait up! ... OK, see you in the morning. Bye."
"There, that's settled. It'll probably take at least two hours to get the runways cleared, and the plane de-iced."
John was laughing aloud now. "Do you know what Toronto is LIKE at this time of year? It was 104 degrees when I got to the airport!"
"I know that – I'm an enology major, remember – they have two wine regions in Ontario. But most people think Canada is all polar bears and igloos. Anyway, if she even bothers to check the weather, I'll just say I was kidding, because it was probably some security thing and the airline wouldn't even publicly admit there was a delay. Everybody's so paranoid these days that that will always work.
"Now, let's get out of here."
I put my arm around his waist and leaned in close as we walked out to the parking lot. When we got to his car and threw his bag in the trunk, we kissed again, and this time he tried to get his hand up my skirt. I slapped it.
"You ARE a bad boy, aren't you? Nanny might have to do something about that."
His momentary shocked look quickly turned into a sly grin – as if he was challenging me to follow through on my threat. Suddenly, I started to get ideas...
Of course, as soon as he started the car, the other John appeared. I'd discovered the day I met him that when John drives, he's single-minded. I suppose that's a good thing in a driver, but it puts a damper on a seduction. He drove at the maximum speed he expected to be able to get away with, on the shortest possible route. I'm not sure he even knew I was in the car anymore – I'm certain he didn't hear me when I tried to talk to him. Anyway, in 20 minutes he was pulling into the visitor parking of a luxury condo just north of the university, and as he switched off the engine, suddenly he was the guy I'd met at the airport again. He jumped out and by the time I had my seat-belt unfastened he was opening my door and offering me his hand.
We took the elevator to the top floor. As the door closed he tried to fondle me.
"Uh-uh! Bad boy. Wait!"
He looked chagrined, but kept his hands to himself.
At the far end of the hall, he opened the door to a beautiful wood-toned apartment. The living room was two stories high, and the master bedroom was a loft overlooking the living room.
As he closed the door behind us, I pressed my palm to his chest and looked him up and down. Then I walked slowly around him, letting my fingers trail across his chest and shoulders.
"You ARE a naughty boy! Cheating on your wife. Trying to get your hand under my dress in public. Inappropriate touching in the elevator. Obviously, Nanny is going to have to discipline you."
His face flushed, and his breathing quickened. I could see his cock rising rapidly.
"Take off your clothes ... Wait! Give me your belt first."
He handed me his belt, meekly, then started to remove his shirt. Not bothering with the buttons, he just dragged it over his head and dropped it on the floor. Then, hopping on one foot at a time, he dragged off his pants and socks. I could see a wet spot already on his briefs, as he tugged them over his very impressive erection. He slid them down his legs and stepped out of them, then looked at me expectantly.
"Were you born in a barn!" I yelled in his face. "Pick up those clothes and fold them neatly!" As he bent over to pick up his shirt, I landed a sharp crack on his butt with his belt. He yelped – and I almost came on the spot. This was FAR more fun than I'd been expecting! I'd never been into dominance games, but then I'd never known any submissives. He quickly folded his clothes and lay them on the nearest chair.
"Right. This is what we're going to do." I reached out and took his chin firmly in my hand and stared into his eyes.
"You are going to obey my every command.
