Part 2
Monica and Simon feel out Katie
After our little talk I had a better feel for the situation. I felt more sure of the ground under Katie and me. Less adrift on a confused sea. But what now?
"What now?" I said to Simon that night as we lay in bed before turning out the lights. "After our little tittie play yesterday, where do we go from here? She is here to take care of little Teddy after all. Servicing the child's mother is not normally in a nanny's job description."
We chuckled.
He said, "Nor is getting one's nipples kissed by one's employer a normal fringe benefit for a nanny."
With tongue in cheek, I pointed out, "Of course any employment relationship is expected to be mutually beneficial to both parties."
"Of course," he laughed. "So we've come back around to 'nanny with benefits'."
"I guess so," I replied.
We were quiet for a while as we each acknowledged that there was a certain gravity to the situation.
"I did have one thought," I said. "Yesterday, I gave her a signal by not wearing a bra. She could have ignored the signal and nothing would have happened. There might have been some unresolved tension in the air but we wouldn't have transgressed. Well, not only did we transgress but we've cleared the tension as well. Pretty good progress if I do say so myself!"
I grinned at Simon and he nodded as if he had to admit that was true.
"Anyway, my point is, I could propose that Katie and I would each be permitted to give a signal like that and we would each be permitted to respond or ignore the signal for whatever reason of our own. Like I'm too busy with work or she's preoccupied with family stuff, or whatever."
"Sounds like it could work," he said. "All you can do is ask her what she thinks."
"All right, I'll try it," I said feeling some relief at having a plan.
He said, "Just give me a little advance notice if you are going to clean out the bank accounts and take Katie off to Tahiti leaving Teddy and me to cry ourselves to sleep every night."
"Never happen!" I said. I climbed on top of Simon and let my nipples dangle in his chest hair as I looked him in the eyes. "Never!"
I was putting away some breakfast dishes when Katie arrived. Just hearing the door open, I got a little thrill. I thought,
Wow, what's become of me?
"Good morning," she announced as she put her stuff down on the counter. She poked Teddy in the belly. He giggled and wriggled around in his highchair.
I turned to her and we smiled at each other. She was still adorable. She was wearing a yellow cardigan sweater over a blue print sun dress. Not too short or tight or transparent. Black high-top sneakers said, "I'm young and hip". The blue streak in her dark hair complemented the dress. Adorable.
I was quite a contrast in khaki slacks and a button-down shirt. Very business-like.
She was holding a small sprig of purple flowers and went to the cupboard for a little glass.
"They're stolen, I'm afraid, but I just couldn't resist," she said as she put them on the kitchen table.
"Well that was very sweet of you," I responded.
As I carried a mug of tea out of the kitchen toward my office, I said, "Come and see me when there's a break in the action."
While composing an email a few hours later, I heard, "Monica?" from behind me. "You wanted to see me?" she said tentatively.
"Katie, have a seat," I said rotating in my chair to face her. "How's the boy today?"
"Lively as ever. Though, he's napping at the moment."
"Good," I said, "I wanted to suggest an idea I had..."
We agreed that Tuesday was the likely opportunity for any fooling around. I decided to send a little signal on Monday. Most days, we both used the 'front' bathroom off the hall between the kitchen and my office. I found the skimpiest thong I had in the drawer, white as it happened, and folded it neatly and laid it on the counter right next to the sink. I would consider that a signal.
Katie finished her shift normally and I didn't sense any response to my gesture till after she left. I went into the bathroom and the thong was gone. It it's place, neatly folded was a pair of sky-blue boy short panties cut quite low. I got a little thrill and smiled. I looked at myself in the mirror as if to ask, "Are you really going to go down this road?" In answer, I picked up the little blue garment and brought it to my nose. I closed my eyes and inhaled slowly. A mixture of very faint perfume and girl-scent.
Thinking it through a little, I imagined her wearing the thong. I immediately shed my shorts and panties and slipped on the boy shorts. They hugged my hips, my buns, my pussy like a glove. Ooh! I put my shorts back on and spent the rest of the day wearing a little secret. I also spent some time clearing my schedule for the next morning and thinking about what I might wear.
That night, I didn't mention any of this to Simon. But, as we were getting ready for bed, he said,
"I don't remember ever seeing you in panties like that before."
"They're not mine." I couldn't conceal an excited grin.
Comprehension dawned and he said, "A signal?"
"I'd say so."
He took me in his arms, reached down and squeezed my blue-clad butt cheeks, one in each hand.
He said, "Well, you have a good day tomorrow."
I kissed him and said, "You're a prince and I will."
In the morning, I showered and shaved taking extra care to do a proper job. I put some expensive body lotion all over for softness. Just a bare minimum of makeup to highlight my eyes. My dirty blond hair is so short I had little option for anything but dry it, comb it and let the curls fall where they may.
I decided on the same outfit I wore for Simon a week or two ago: the clingy, satiny white tee shirt with no bra. (I was counting on Katie to hand Teddy off to Amy's mom, Callie. My top would have definitely raised some eyebrows if not outright comments.) I went with the same little red tennis skirt and sandals. And of course, those slightly used little blue panties hugging me underneath.
Simon was already out the door by the time I turned my attention to Teddy and his breakfast. Not long after that, Katie clattered through the door.
"Good morning everybody!" she said to Teddy and me.
She closed the door, put her stuff on the counter and turned to me. We stood smiling for a long moment as we took each other in. She was wearing a yellow cotton cardigan sweater over a denim dress. The dress might be called a swing dress. It had no defined waistline. There was some embroidery at the bodice. The thing was, it was very short! It showed plenty of her tan, firm thighs. She was wearing cork wedge sandals with canvas straps. They had quite a heel to them and made me admire her legs in a new light. She was quite a bit shorter than me but the shoes made us a little more even. Another surprise was her bright red lipstick. She was like a magazine ad for youthful appeal!
"Well, you're looking quite tasty today, Katie," I said pointedly.
"Well, I could say the same for you, Monica," she replied with similar emphasis as she reached out and fingered the hem of my skirt.
"Hot babes in the house!" I said as I made my exit to my office. It was a struggle to do anything meaningful for the next hour as I sizzled with anticipation without knowing for what, exactly.
At last, I heard a knock on the door frame. I turned in my chair.
"Hand-off successful," Katie announced with a twinkle in her eye.
"You're quite the choreographer, aren't you," I said, hoping for a twinkle in my own eye.
"Whatever I can do to contribute to a smooth-running household..."
She was still for a moment then reached for the hem of her dress and pulled it up to show me that she was wearing my thong. I nodded. Then she hooked her thumbs in the waistband and tugged them down. She had to work a little bit to get them off over her shoes. She then stood and folded the little garment carefully and held it out to me with both hands.
"Thanks for the loan of the undies," she said. "And thanks for the gesture."
Still sitting in the chair, I lifted the front of my little skirt to show that I had on her blue ones.
"Thank you for the trade," I said. "...and the gesture."
I stood and slid the little shorts down my legs and off. I folded them as she had and presented them to her.
"Sorry, I didn't get to wash them. And, they may be a little damp for some reason," I said, smiling.
"All the better," she said and surprised me by holding them up and draping them across her face inhaling. She surprised me again. She was holding them by the sides with the crotch hanging down. She stuck out her tongue and captured the crotch and brought it to her lips. She sucked the bottom of the panties into her mouth and got a dreamy look.
"Mmm." She removed the shorts from her face and said, "Monica, I have to tell you that ever since our little boob-worship session last week, you have been on my mind. And when you suggested our signal system, I was thrilled that you might feel the same."
I opened my arms and she almost jumped into them. She turned her eager young face up to me and I leaned down and we kissed. This time we really kissed. Passionately. With heart-felt heat. Like reality was slipping away.
