All day at work Trevor worried about the line he'd crossed the night before. Even on the conference call where he should have been worried about getting the quarterly numbers right, he just couldn't focus on anything else. He shouldn't have gotten drunk last night, and he definitely shouldn't have dumped all that baggage on his nanny. If Marcy found out she'd cut off his balls, he was sure of that, but if she found out he'd actually kissed Evelyn, she'd make him choke to death on them instead.
That wasn't even the worst part though. He doubted that Evelyn would actually tell his wife, because the worst part was that she'd kissed him back. He'd had a hard enough time dealing with the constant hard-ons he was getting from his nubile neighbor already, but the knowledge that he could probably have her whenever he wanted combined with the nonstop blue balls his wife was giving him was going to drive him insane eventually.
At least she hadn't caught him jerking off, he sighed, pushing back from his desk and leaning back in his office chair. If she'd caught him with his dick in his hand jerking off to the twenty-something porn starlets he could find that most resembled her there was no way he wouldn't have ended up tossing her over the back of the couch and doing her from behind. That it didn't happen that way was both one more and one less regret that he'd have to deal with today.
Trevor managed to suffer the rest of the way through his day, before leaving at four to start heading home. He'd texted with Marcy off and on, and it was clear that she was going to have another late night. That made him grip the steering wheel tighter in frustration. She'd dived back into the corporate world, with both feet, and was determined to make Vice President at her firm in the next year or two even if it killed her, or him for that matter. He'd tried to persuade her that they didn't really need the money, and that even with her out of work for half a year, they'd done just fine, but she didn't care. Marcy might tell him it was about their savings rate or that they needed to buy a bigger home, but he'd come to grips with the truth weeks ago. This was all about her.
He sighed, and turned up his music a little louder. This wasn't what he'd signed up for, but he had no idea what he was supposed to do about it. Eventually he wanted to recommend couples counseling, but he had to wait for some part of their lives to blow up because of it. It had to. They both couldn't keep working fifty and sixty hour weeks and expect everything to be fine. If it weren't Eveyln being on call pretty much whenever they needed her because she lived next door then something important probably would have already come apart at the seams. Bringing her up almost immediately made him think about how good it had felt to hug her with those great tits of hers pressed against him last night, but he pushed those thoughts from his mind as best he could and tried to focus on his outrage again to offset the arousal that their practically live in babysitter inspired.
That only worked until he got home. When he walked in he could see Evelyn in the kitchen. She had her hair up and an apron on, and she was proofing the dough for the pizza he was supposed to start making in a little soon while Christina napped in the folding crib nearby. "Hey," she said, looking up at the sound of the door closing. "Did you have a nice day at work Mr. D?"
"It was... Let's go with productive," he answered, dismissing all the other things that had flashed through his mind. Distracting. Very Hard. Focused on you... None of those would have been appropriate of course, but they were all more true than the answer he'd finally gone with. It was hard to think of much else now that he was watching the woman he'd been fantasizing about all day being so domestic that it made his heart ache.
"That's great," she smiled cheerfully, before turning around to finish what she was doing, and give him a chance to see how amazing her ass looked in the short shorts she'd worn today. "I've just finished the pizza dough, so you can use that in like half an hour, and Christina has been a little angel since her feeding, so you should pretty much be all set."
Trevor nodded and listened, but he didn't really care about the particulars. He just enjoyed the quiet moment between the two of them. It felt so much like he and Marcy were newlyweds that it made his heart hurt a little. They'd been so happy before his wife's girl power friends had convinced her she needed to have it all, and that a couple more promotions were more important than evenings like this with her family.
"I said, will there be anything else for the day, or will that be it Mr. D?" Evelyn repeated. Trevor looked up from Christina where he'd been zoning out and was surprised to find the nanny only a few steps away from him. She was almost uncomfortably close actually, and because of where she was standing, and their difference in height, it was almost impossible not to look right past her pretty face and right down the cleavage on display in her tank top.
"No, that's fine," he said, his mouth suddenly dry. "You go home and work on your homework, and I'll hold down the fort until Marcy gets here."
"Are you sure," she asked, licking her lips. "If there's anything you need me to do, I don't mind staying a little late." For a split second Trevor wondered if she was really propositioning him, but the sane part of his mind instantly dismissed it. He had clearly been watching too much babysitter porn, where innocent questions turned into hot sex at the drop of a hat.
"No - you have a nice night, and I'll see you tomorrow." He smiled.
"Okay," she answered breezily before picking up her bag and leaving through the back door. That little detail was enough to jar an earlier thought and make him wonder why she'd knocked on the front door last night instead of using the back door like always, but he quickly dismissed it. That didn't matter. All that mattered was that she hadn't caught him jerking off.
Trevor went upstairs to wash the day off. What he needed was to take a nice cold shower. He obviously needed one after the way his mind was running wild at every little provocation.
The shower helped only marginally, and it didn't do much good either during subsequent days either. For the last six months Evelyn had been a minor temptation, but ever since the night he'd kissed her, something was different, and Trevor was sure it was him. After all, it wasn't like their nanny was suddenly wearing tighter clothes than normal or subtly flirting with him just because he hadn't gotten his dick wet in so long. It was just that every little nice thing she did or said he managed to read some sexual double entandre into, and he hated himself for it.
For some reason almost every day he'd managed to bump into the poor girl, or find her in the middle of some chore where he'd had the chance to stare at her legs and ass for a minute or two without any real chance of getting caught. For the first time he was actually a little grateful when his wife called at the last minute to say she was going to be home really late. That at least gave him the chance to rub one out to the thought of their beautiful babysitter bouncing on his cock.
Even with all that though, Trevor managed to resist, and avoid embarrassing himself. A week after that fateful night though, everything finally fell apart. She'd been up on a ladder, helping him hang some decorations for his wife's 33rd birthday. None of the other little gesture's he'd made so far had helped, but that didn't mean he was about to stop trying. He'd been paying more attention to looking up his nanny's knee-length skirt and her white cotton underwear than how far she was leaning, so when she slipped and fell on top of him, it caught him almost completely by surprise. Normally a guy like him would have no problem carrying a little thing like Evelyn around, but since he'd only been paying attention to being a pervert, when she finally fell on top of him, they both went down in a tangle of limbs.
