Willa helps Nick re-enact a chapter of his new book. HOLY FUCK!!!
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Willa Pryce woke up on top of her covers naked. Having heard shuffling in the hallway she shot up and connected the necessary dots after glancing at a digital alarm clock on her bedside stand. Realizing that was where she sat Nick Benson's book, she looked about briefly for it. Thinking maybe it had fallen off the stand she explored around the spot and found it MIA. Giving up she quickly got dressed. putting on her gifted red shorts and tank. Minus the lacey bra in her hurry. Peering down she smirked at how vivid her nipple erection was even now. Morning Mood she called them, wood with the W upside down. Clever Mench! WENCH!
Rushing out into the hall and down the staircase she found Claire Benson dressed to kill in her business suit. Sipping Orange juice Claire noted their new nanny's arrival. "Good morning, Willamina. Up to see me off?"
Willa rubbed her eyes to evade blurry vision, "I figured I better just in case you had any last-minute instructions."
"As a matter of fact." Claire posed an index finger in the air. "I wouldn't be a very good mother if I didn't insist that you follow Grace's routine like clockwork. It's all right here on the fridge."
"Don't worry! I promise I'll look after her like she was my own." Willa comforted her. Not that she wanted any of her own. Nope! She loved her body as it was.
"I believe you. We didn't keep you awake last night, did we?" Claire shyly grinned. "We always go crazy the night before I go away for weeks at a time. Last night was extra loud I'm afraid. I don't know what could have possibly got Nick so ferocious with me." Winking at Willa both she and Claire knew very well it was having the gorgeous nanny tied down to a very lucrative contract. Tied down a sly emphasis on what his next few chapters entailed on the new book. After reading Nick's last book Willa was getting a vivid imagination of her own. Masturbating to it last night she came harder than she ever had before.
"Didn't hear a thing." Willa winked right back, "I kept busy reading Nick's book. Hot stuff that chapter nine."
"I'm so glad you liked it." Her eyes bright with exhilaration, "I hope his next one is even steamier, no, volcanic. Please inspire him."
"I'll try." Willa chuckled, "No guarantees. How does one do that?"
"I'm certain you will find ways. As long as Grace is cared for you have the run of the place. Swim in the pool or go down to our private section of beach. It might be private but on occasion we do allow a few hunky surfers to use it. By hunky, I mean muscles." She flared her eyes, "Very chiseled muscles. Yes, as the wife of an erotica writer even I have a roving eye. Nick rather enjoys my voyeurism." She wanted to admit exhibitionism as well, but with Nick's nudist tendencies already stressful on Willa, the other side of the groin, er, coin, might be overkill if revealed so soon.
"I'll check it and them out if I see them." Willa blushed and hid her morning mood. "Sorry! No bra! They're being rambunctious today."
"Never apologize! I get that way too. And as you must suspect Nick is fond of seeing such. There my sweet Willamina is your first inspiration." That made Willa wrinkle her nose with a careful smile. "Be at home Willa. You have joined our family."
"I hope your son feels the same. You both mentioned how difficult he can be."
"Jesse will adapt. If he becomes trouble, you have my blessing to set him straight. If that doesn't work consult Nick. Last resort there please, he needs no stress while writing."
"I can handle anything." She clenched her fists and made a growling noise. "Kitten has claws if need be."
"Use them. Dig in!" Claire giggled then froze in expression as her cellphone on their lengthy island counter buzzed, forcing Claire to take note. "My limo is here." Going to an intercom on the kitchen wall she pressed a button and spoke, "Good morning, Peter. I'll meet you at the front door in three." A "Very good Mrs. Benson." heard, she released the button and stepped back to reclaim her cell from the marble top. Downing her juice in a single gulp she let Willa rinse it out for her as offered then stash it in the dishwasher.
"Thank you, dear! I have your number in my contact list so I can call from Israel. The summit is two weeks long. I'd like you to Skype with me every few days with Grace, so we see each other's face and she hears mommy's voice. You can use Nick's spare laptop in the family room, he can set you up a password. I expect you to go shopping and spend a ludicrous amount of our money on clothes, perfume, lingerie, whatever you want. Nick will cut you off when he feels he needs to."
"Lingerie? I've never owned any before. I'm a nightshirt kind of girl. GO BEARS!" She played it as a cheerleader. "Chicago Bears! Big fan!"
"GO CHARGERS!" Claire mimicked her giggling, "Let Nick pick out things for you. Like I said, Inspire!"
"That's weird, but okay. Does that mean a fashion show?"
"If it helps him sell millions of books, I'll love you forever." Another cell buzz let's her know the limousine is at the front door. "I have to go, I set my luggage on the curb already, so I have minutes at best. Walk with me, come see Peter." She lured Willa outdoors onto the front walkway. Of course, how Claire phrased that Willa's mind wandered over seeing a big dick. She wasn't far from wrong. On the curb was a big black limo with a driver that was out of character. Expecting some old guy in a uniform and hat, instead she got more of that hunky Claire had mentioned. A "Whoa!" mumbled, Claire smirked and mouthed, "I know, right?" The man was a good 6'3, 220 pounds of muscle in a pair of white cargo pants, a royal blue muscle shirt, and multi-colored shades atop his well-groomed blonde hair. "Willa? This is Peter Sereck our on-call chauffeur." Willa bulged her eyes at him thinking that Claire had said peters erect. Too funny, she nearly laughed. "His father owns a private fleet of cars that the UN hires to drive the lower tier government servants such as myself. Peter? This is our new nanny, Willamina Pryce."
"Hey there, Willamina. If you ever need a driver, give me a call."
"Absolutely!" Claire intervened, "Give her your personal number. If you want to explore San Diego, feel free to hire him for the day on my card. Peter will charge me."
"Cool! Maybe my first day off, whenever that is."
"Call me any hour. I'll be there as long as I'm not driving someone." She immediately envisioned him naked on top of her driving her into ecstasy. Nibbling her lower lip Willa found herself lost in the moment. His cargo shorts had the most amazing bulge. Claire following Willa's eyes smiled. Peter in turn ogled Willa's nipple erection and opened cleavage swell. Tank tops were working for both Pete and Willa.
"Can I just call you?" Willa giggled, "I'm teasing."
"Tease all you like." He ventured to close the trunk and pose like a bodybuilder. Both Claire and Willa fanned their faces.
"See what I have to contend with?" Claire swatted Willa's arm playfully, then stepped into Peter to palm his chest, the man grinning from ear to ear and performing a pectoral dance beneath her touch. "I so adore when he does that." A wink at Willa she coaxed the nanny in to touch where she had. Fingers over his chest he repeated the turbulence making Willa bust up laughing. "Alright, AHnold! Drive before I miss my plane. Willamina? Take good care of my family. Good luck when you meet our son." Opening the car door for Claire, Peter watched her get in, looking up her skirt to see no underwear. It was a ritual between Claire and Peter. No words spoken; he closed the door. Taking a brief moment Peter extended a hand of friendship.
"Seriously! Call anytime even if you just need an ear."
"Thanks, Peter Erect!" She blurted then blushed.
"I hear it all the time. Most days that's true." He winked. "Gotta go! See you around Willamina."
"Willa!"
"Willa it is." Peter climbed into the driver's seat and waved goodbye. Claire joining the departure mode also waved back and blew a kiss. A partition glass sliding down inside the limo Peter looked back at Claire through his rearview mirror while pulling through the Benson gates. "Damn, she's hot!"
"Isn't she?" Claire smiled. "Perhaps after we park at the terminal you can come back here and think of her as you fuck me."
"You know I'll be thinking of you." He chuckled.
"Good answer! I'm certain my husband will think differently now that I'm gone."
"Is that good or bad?"
"Good for us. Whatever Nick desires. The same goes for me." She settles back, "Roll that window up and drive." Yes, ma'am!
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Moments ago, Willa closed the front door after watching Claire drive off. Turning to lay her back against the door she again fluttered fingers in front of her. "Oh, my God! That man was so sexy. As if San Diego wasn't so hot already." Her nipples thought it was cool. "I'll definitely call that man after I read more of Nick's books. After that kind of flirting, I see some serious phone sex in my future." Call waiting! Hearing Nick coming down the stairs yawning she pulled her emotions together and stood up straight. Not even noticing her, he shuffled into the kitchen like a zombie. Freshly showered but nude as he liked it, he opted to make coffee, realizing that a pot had already been brewed thanks to Claire. Pouring a cup, he peered out the kitchen window at the ocean.
Shyly joining him Willa leaned her elbows on the marble island across from him and stared at his physique. Nick was not as fit as Peter Serek was, but he still had a stature that brought upon another nibble of Willa's lower lip. Thoughts only she shivered, "This is going to take some getting used to. I'm not complaining but it feels... I wouldn't say wrong, more, who am I kidding, those buns are freaking hot." Setting his coffee mug aside Nick stretched vividly and reached down to rub his cock. Seeing his movement Willa swallowed dryly wondering if he was going to beat off. Instead, he scratched his balls and picked his cup up again. "I'm not even here." Deciding that if he turned around and found her staring, he might scold her she opted to control the outcome. Leaving the far side of the island she rounded it and leaned back on his side of it, a mere three feet between them.