Monica, Simon and Katie -- Part 1
A young wife gets to know the new nanny
(Author's note: For me the setup is half the fun. I have to have enough of a story to make the events believable. This is what I try to do. I hope you enjoy it and please, share your comments.
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"So, how's the new nanny working out? What's her name? Kathy?"
"It's Katie and so far, she's great!" It was Friday night, Teddy was down, Simon had changed into shorts, a tee shirt and sandals. We were just finishing dinner and relaxing into the weekend after a hectic week.
I said, "I know it's only been a week but, really, she seems like a remarkable young woman. She seems very 'giving'. She was here a little early every day. She seems to want to know what our expectations are so she can meet them. She's cheerful. She seems to love kids. It's like she doesn't have a sullen or selfish bone in her body. Not like Samantha was."
"Well, that all sounds good. Are we waiting for the other shoe to drop?"
"Maybe. But so far, I can't see it. Shut up in my office as I am, we haven't had a whole lot of interaction but she's always appeared confidant, capable and comfortable in her own skin. She's resourceful. The other day, Teddy wanted zwieback and she didn't know what he was asking. Instead of bugging me, she opened the cupboards and carried Teddy around till he pointed out the box. Clever, huh?"
Simon looked at me with faint skepticism. "Sounds good. Does she have any drawbacks?"
I paused for a moment and then said, "Well, her attire is a little peculiar. The other day, she had on a little short skirt that seemed a bit risqué. But under it she was wearing shorts. You know, like athletic trunks. So she couldn't be faulted for flashing exactly but still....
"And I have noticed that she doesn't wear a bra. In all honesty her boobs are almost non-existent so that's not strictly a problem. It's just slightly peculiar. In a sweater or sweatshirt, I would have no way of knowing but the other day, she had on a snug tee shirt and her pointy little nipples were rather obvious."
Simon, I saw, was paying close attention. "Hmm," he said.
"It's not like she's got movie star good looks or anything. Between her funny shaped nose and those glasses, she looks pretty nerdy to me. But her 'free spirit' and sparkling eyes make her an appealing young woman. When she leaves here and goes off to class in the afternoons, I bet she gets some attention from the boys at the college."
"You mean like this?" Simon got up from his chair and came around behind mine.
"They might try something like this," he said and pulled my hair back behind my ear, bending down. He licked my ear and nibbled at my neck.
"I don't know if they would be that forward," I said with a certain dreaminess.
"Well maybe they would..." Here, he reached down and grabbed my boobs, one in each hand. "Of course, from what you say, their hands wouldn't be nearly as full as mine. But still, with no bra, they might be tempted..."
While this was feeling really good, I got an idea.
"Wait here a minute," I said.
I hurried to the bedroom and stripped naked. I rummaged around till I found a white dressy tee shirt in a satiny lycra fabric that clung. I also had a short little skirt, like a tennis skirt. I slipped into just these two things and looked in the mirror. My tits now were a little 'motherly' but they still stood out on their own. My nipples were rather large compared to Katie's but Simon's hands had them pointing all the same. There was a very slight paunch left over from childbearing but I had managed to keep my weight in check and my legs looked good. I was glad I had shaved everything from my neck down earlier that day.
I went back to the kitchen and sat back down. Simon was just finishing loading the dishwasher. He turned around and smiled.
"So, this is what those college boys are checking out all day long, eh?"
He came around behind me again, reached over and grabbed my boobs again and whispered in my ear, "I don't see how they could possibly learn anything!"
I closed my eyes and relaxed as he nibbled my ear and made little chills run down my spine. At the same time his fingers were working at both my nipples. After a few minutes he stood up and moved toward his chair.
"Hang on a minute there," I said and grabbed the waistband of his shorts. He stopped and I quickly undid the button and zipper. The shorts dropped and I was happy to see that he, too, went commando this evening. His lovely cock quickly swelled up to half staff.
He stepped out of the shorts, sat in his chair and said, "So, what should we do now?"
"Well, I'd like to sit in your lap," I answered.
He glanced down at his rising prong and said, "Be my guest!"
I went over and straddled his legs facing him. This put my breasts at about mouth-height and he got the gist. He leaned in and started nudging my nipple through the thin fabric of my tee shirt with his nose. He grabbed my boob in both hands and rubbed his face around the nipple. His scratchy beard sent little thrills through me. Then he started nipping at my nub with his teeth. Looking down I enjoyed watching him enjoy himself. Then he just took as much of my clothed tit in his mouth as he could and sucked and tongued hungrily.
"I hope you're not getting spaghetti sauce on my nice clean tee shirt," I said.
He looked up, smiled and said, "Don't worry. I'll cover the cleaning bill."
Then he attacked my other breast in the same manner.
I was staying astride his lap by holding onto the chair back. I took one hand from the chair and reached down between us and found his now-stiff cock. I also found that the head was already wet and slippery. So, I fondled while he sucked.
Slightly curious, I reached under the hem of my little skirt and found that I, too, was getting wet and slippery. I hooked my heels around the back chair legs and scooched forward till my mound was bumping his pecker. He glanced up at me as he realized that I was naked under the skirt and I sensed his approval. I added some grinding to the bumping and we were getting pretty worked up.
I'd had enough of the chair. I disengaged from him and stood back up.
"I could make better use of you if you were lying down," I said.
He looked at the tile floor doubtfully.
"Here," I said and dragged a throw rug from the back hallway, straightened it and pointed at it. I grabbed his cock and gave it an encouraging squeeze and he gave in, laying down on his back.
I carefully stepped so that my feet were either side of his head, heels at his shoulders. His view was right up under my little skirt but I couldn't tell how much he could see. I undid the snap and zipper at the side and let it drop, draping over his head and face. I stepped out of the skirt and flung it aside. Then I resumed my position right above his face.
"This is a picturesque view," he said. "Where's my camera?"
With a little side-to-side waggle, I slowly crouched down into a squatting position till my bottom parts were right over his chin. He responded by lifting his head enough to start lapping at my pussy. My balance was a little precarious so I fell forward to support myself on my arms. This gave him a better angle on my goodies so that he could involve my clitoris. With him licking and me twitching forward and backward, it was feeling glorious.
After climbing the hill toward orgasm for a while, my arms and legs were tiring so I relocated to kneeling astride his belly. I slid down to get his slippery boner right under my slippery pussy. Then I slid back and forth on it for a while and we both headed up the orgasm hill. Finally, hands free, I slid him inside me all with one go.
"Ahh..." we both said at the same time. We smiled at each other and I leaned down and kissed Simon. Our tongues dueled each other for a few passionate moments. But there was love in that kiss also.
Eventually, I sat back up and started rocking and bobbing. With me on top, I was grinding my clit on his pubic bone as his other bone bounced around my g-spot.
"I'm really close..." I breathed.
"Me too," he gasped back.
I came pretty soon and Simon managed to come right along with me. That doesn't happen very often but it did that night, right there on the kitchen floor.
I stretched out straight right on top of him. With my head on his shoulder and his arms around my back, both breathing hard, we gradually recovered. As his erection subsided, it plopped out of me. We realized there was a wet mess down there.
"Sorry about the rug," he said.
"Ah, it's a throw rug. I'll just throw it in the washer."
"You have all the answers," he said, smiling.
