This story is based on a fantasy inspired by a real mobile app that my cousin installed on her tablet. Even though it's not in the story, in my twisted brain I'm the boss and my cousin is the babysitter. Maybe my next story will be about how the massage app helped me fulfill my cousin fantasies. Enjoy!
Harry and Sylvia clearly needed to hire a nanny. Sylvia had a successful psychotherapy practice and Harry was a writer, and neither had the time, energy or inclination to care for their two year old child.
The well-to-do couple asked around, and their friends Mr. and Mrs. Sherman raved about a young woman they'd recently had babysit their own child. To describe this girl they used adjectives like "bright", "tactful", "friendly" and "responsible". But on a rainy Thursday morning one October, when Harry answered the doorbell and saw the new nanny standing there, those were not the adjectives that came to mind. "Gorgeous", "Sexy" and "scintillating" leapt to his mind.
She was obviously of mixed ethnicity, one of which was certainly Asian, but she was not petite. She was tall, with broad shoulders, a dark tan, very athletic figure, and, as Harry noticed immediately, giant, firm breasts. She had the kind of body that defies the odds, thin, fit, and yet with a large, tight, full ass and bosom. She had long thick black hair, and her delicate Asian features looked intently at Harry, who stood stunned in the doorway.
"Hi, I'm Rosa... I'm the new Nanny," she announced, an adorable smile lighting up her baby-face. It took a moment for Harry to pull himself together and invite her in.
The next few weeks were not productive for Harry. Normally he'd kiss Sylvia goodbye as she left for her office, and then take a seat in front of his laptop to work on his novel, occasionally getting up to pace and think. But since the arrival of the tan, fit, part Asian nanny, he had found it difficult to concentrate.
She obsessed him. Every time he made love to his wife, an image of Rosa, bending over to pick up toys, her breasts dangling, popped into his head. He found that after having his morning chat with Rosa, he'd have to close his study door, lie back on the couch and masturbate furiously, thinking of her soft brown skin, imagining fucking the living shit out of her.
One day, while chatting with the young statuesque Nanny, Harry happened to stretch his arm behind his back and winced a little, as he often did.
"What's wrong? back pain?" Rosa asked. She wore a loose white tank top, a black bra just visible beneath it, and tight denim shorts, short enough to stop traffic.
"Yeah, it's my damn posture" Harry said. "All day long sitting at that laptop hunched over... it's terrible for my back."
"You should get a massage!" Rosa said, playing with her ponytail.
"Oh, I don't know... I feel weird about having a stranger squeezing and rubbing me..." Harry joked.
Rosa giggled. "Then get your wife to give you a massage!" she suggested.
Harry blushed. "She's pretty busy..." he trailed off, his eyes taking in Rosa's long bare legs.
"I'll give you one if you want!" Rosa offered, in a perky voice.
"Are you any good?" Harry asked, smiling. He didn't care if she was the worst masseuse ever- the idea of her hands on him made his cock twitch.
"Well, I'm no expert." she answered, "But I have a fun game on my phone. It's called 'Knead Me', and it's like an interactive massage guide, but with all these fun little challenges and stuff. My roommate and I play it all the time."
"Need me?" Harry repeated, lifting one eyebrow.
"Knead me! Like kneading someone's back." She said, and as she said it, she firmly pressed her hand to Harry's back to illustrate. Harry's balls rose and he felt himself becoming erect.
"That... that sounds like fun..." Harry said, his marriage vows passing briefly through his conscience.
"Let's try it!" Rosa said excitedly. "Oh wait..." she paused. "Well, actually it's a two person game, so you'd need to massage me too." She laughed. "I guess it's not quite what you're looking for."
"Hey," Harry said, "If you massage me, the least I can do is return the pleasure". Inwardly Harry winced at his choice of words. "Let's try this game of yours out! Here, we can use the couch..."
Harry and his Nanny had a seat on the edge of the backless leather couch, and Harry watched her fish her mobile phone out of her handbag. She opened an app called "Knead Me", and broke into a smile.
"So, how do you play?" Harry asked, noticing his hands slightly shaking with nervous anticipation.
"Ok, well first it asks you to put in what you're wearing" Rosa said. "So, for me, I'm checking off 'short sleeve' for shirt, 'shorts", and then..." she trailed off.
"Then?" asked Harry, sitting close enough to smell the perfume in her long raven hair.
"Well, it asks about underwear," she laughed nervously, "So I'm putting in... um... panties and a bra. And socks."
Harry noticed her blushing. He was rock hard.
"Ok, then what?" Harry asked.
"Then you um... you select which items of clothing you are willing to have removed during the massage." Rosa said, shyly.
