Ryan had only pulled his SUV into his garage just before midnight. Anyone who says being a tv star is a cake walk should just try working his hours for a week and then decide if it's all it's cracked up to be. Tired, exhausted, and horny, he let himself into the house. The family dog barely bothered to greet him. Everything but a small light in the living room was off, indicating that his wife had finished her day early, and the kids were in bed. Even now, the dog was crawling back onto her well used dog pillow and beginning to doze off. Ryan toed off his shoes and padded into the kitchen.
Knowing he was alone, he rubbed his aching cock through his jeans and turned on only the light over the sink, so as not to wake anyone. He rummaged through the refrigerator debating on whether he was hungry enough to reheat leftovers that the nanny had made for the kids, but decided against it, and closed the door. The kitchen was once again plunged into the mere dim light from above the sink and only then did he notice the light from the guest house on and the TV playing through the windows.
Rachel, their nanny, was always a source of temptation to Ryan. She was young and beautiful, yet brainy with degrees in child psychology and nutrition, which is what won her the job in the first place. She even learned how to cook so well, that Ryan and his wife often found themselves devouring the kids' leftovers.
Still, as he stood at the kitchen counter, gazing longingly at the guest house, he thought of the cliché of the start of the latest, great television series star getting caught cheating on his wife with the nanny. Not only would it ruin his marriage, he thought, but Anne, his wife, would no doubt fire Rachel on the spot, which would, in turn, devastate their four children who after four years began to see Rachel as their big sister.
So why was he still staring? Why wasn't he going to bed? Even though it was unlikely, he might be able to arouse Anne into a little late night lovemaking. He doubted it, though. She almost never wanted sex during a work week. It was bad enough that she had to wake up earlier than he did. She had a day time talk show gig, and was up long before dawn and off to work so she could get into makeup and on the air before most people were even starting their day.
Ryan was just about to concede another night's defeat to yanking one out in the shower when he noticed a figment of movement from the guest house. Rachel came from the small hall which attached the bedroom to the bathroom and the living room dressed in just a lace black bra and a matching panties. She walked into the living room of her own private quarters and bent down over the coffee table to retrieve the remote giving Ryan a clear look at her creamy, pale ass, wrapped in delicate black lace. As she stood there with the remote in her hand, Ryan assumed she was just going to turn it off and go to bed. He walked along the counter to get a better view of the television only to see what she was watching.
Late night soft core porn; never before had Ryan been so happy that he'd gotten his nanny cable as a reward for her many years of exemplary service. As he watched, Rachel reached behind herself and unhooked her bra, allowing it to fall to the floor, all he could see was her bare back, with her long raven black hair draped half way down her spine. She bent down once again, and as he was admiring the way her ass looked in those panties. He guessed she was putting the remote back down.
Suddenly, there was a vibration in his jeans pocket, nearly giving him a heart attack. He fished out the phone to find that it was Rachel that was calling him!
He turned away quickly from the window and answered, keeping his voice calm in his professionally trained way.
"Hello?"
Rachel, however, had known Ryan for nearly five years. She knew when he was acting and she knew when he wasn't. Her voice, usually perky, happy, and child friendly, now was soft, intimate, and somehow ulterior in nature. "Hey, Ry. I heard your car come in. I don't know if you're hungry or not, but..." as she hesitated, Ryan listened as she took in a deliciously deep breath. He could only imagine what was happening since he couldn't bring himself to look out the window, lest she be looking out after him. "...if you're hungry, I'd be happy to fix you something." Then, she spoke the words he'd been waiting to hear for four solid years. "Or... you could come over here and eat."
In all the time the they lived in the house, the guest house was always Rachel's sanctuary. She had her own room in the main house, which was only used when Ryan and Anne left out of town over night or longer, so she could be closer to the kids. The main house had cameras on a timer from the moment Anne left, until Ryan's key chain activated the timer, indicating he was home so that they could keep an eye on the kids while they were away most of the day.
There were no cameras in Rachel's guest house, however.
Ryan swallowed hard, "You know, I don't even know if I've even ever been in that guest house." He was trying to sound conversational. He critiqued himself; he was trying too hard.
Rachel indulged him, "No, I don't think you have. But you're home awfully late, and I know Anne wasn't feeling well, so everyone's been in bed for a while now. I've had most of the evening off with nothing to do." Finally, she urged. "You should come over. We so rarely get a chance to talk anymore now that you're such a big star."
Ryan could hear the smile in her voice. She was never impressed by celebrity which was one of the reasons why they liked her so much as a nanny. Even though he was married to a celebrity himself, Rachel, too was dating a musician, whom she saw only rarely since he lived a coast away and spent most of the year touring. Right now, he could tell she was teasing him. Knowing that she was in her living room watching porn, almost naked, inviting him over was making him feel like a moth with a Ph.D. in fire, zooming directly into a bonfire without a single care in the world.
"Hey, I'm A-list now, you know." Ryan's cock was painfully tight inside of his jeans.
Rachel's voice fell soft and sultry, "Then bring your A-list ass over here."
Ryan snapped his phone shut and without a second thought, he was out the kitchen door, and heading down the path through the back yard to the guest house.
When he arrived, Rachel was standing there, her breasts were small, perky, and her nipples were hard with the cool night air against them. She was back lit by the light in the living room to the almost pure darkness of the back yard. As he approached the front door, she backed into the house, leading him toward her. Once he was inside, he closed the door behind him, and Rachel quickly pulled all the curtains closed.
