Tom couldn't believe the days happenings he got to meet Faith Hill and of course the sex in the pool house between Cleamons and the nanny, Nancy, things are just plain weird right now he thought to himself. But other than that the shift was uneventful and now with night fallen Tom could see a big burly man making his way over to him. He was here to replace Tom. Pickett was his name and they exchanged pleasantries and Tom began to sign out.
"Hey kid, do me a favor and walk the grounds for me?" Pickett asked as he picked up the phone.
"Yea sure no problem." Tom said his heart skipping a beat. What would he see this time? Probably nothing but now Tom wasn't taking anything for granted. Tom picked up the large black flashlight and made his way through the locked gate he walked the perimeter of the fence then began checking buildings shining his flashlight in open windows. He made his way to the bushes surrounding the house began to search casually. Nothing. He began to hear a voice so he switched off his flashlight and became still. The voice was female and coming from an open window near the side of the house he slowly made his way to it. Was it the nanny? The memory of her luscious body flashed through his mind. He approached slowly and from the side looked in. It was a child's room, various Mickey Mouse and Pooh pictures were on the wall.
Tom took great caution not to be seen, he could see Faith reading a story to her oldest child, her voice soothing as she ran her fingers through the child's hair. She finished the story and kissed the child gently on the head and tucked the covers around him. She quietly moved to the door and left the room, a little farther back around the house another light came on, Tom slowly made his way back there This window was closed but there was a crack in the curtains he could make out another bedroom, its large bed in plain sight, Faith appeared and disappeared into another room, Tom assumed it was bathroom, he was about to leave when Faith re-entered the room in a short pearl colored silk bathrobe that stopped about mid thigh. Tom's cock began to stir. She stopped and turned toward the widow. Did she see him? Tom's heart began to pound as he ducked to the side.
The window never opened so after Tom got his breath back he looked again Faith was still there looking at the same direction she was before, Tom looked at her blue eyes they were focused off to the side of the window, was she looking at a mirror? Had to be! She would turn from side to side looking at her profile. What was she looking at Tom thought. She was gorgeous. Probably one of the most beautiful women in the world but she didn't look satisfied with what she saw, as was made positive by the frown on her beautiful face. She slowly undid the pearl silk belt of her robe and slid it off. Tom gasped at the sight of her beautiful naked body. Her breasts were firm, her skin a soft white in the light, her pussy covered with just a small patch of hair neatly trimmed, she again looked at her profile in the mirror. Her hands making their way to the small pooch of skin that was inevitable with children although on her stomach barely showed any signs of childbearing.
Her stomach was flat, and save the little pooch you could not tell she had even had kids! She turned the other way giving Tom a shot of her firm ass, the ass he had admired in the camera earlier that day, Tom gasped audibly as his bulge in his crotch grew, Faith turned and faced the mirror again, her hands moving up from her stomach slowly, teasingly. Tom's erection was at full force now begging to be released. Faith slowly encircled one nipple of her breast, her thumb brushing it gently bringing it to attention, her other hand trailed up to her other breast, the same motion making it hard as well, for a moment the stayed there, rubbing, pinching gently. One of her hands made its way up her body to her neck into her mouth moistening a finger, she sucked on it then down the way it came, her own saliva rubbing her nipples, giving them a wet look, her mouth was slightly agape as her hand made its way down across her flat stomach to her trim patch of hair.
