She was distracting me, on purpose it was starting to feel like. I had a bad feeling about this suddenly.
'Sure I can't get you a coffee Mr. Lewis?' She shouldn't even be in here while I'm working. Especially not when Rita was away. But she must know this so what was she doing?
'No, I'm good thanks Brittney. Doesn't Timmy need fed or changed?'
'I just put him down for a nap Mr. Lewis' she giggled, twirling her hair with one hand. It looked like she was pushing her tits out toward me. She was wearing a tight vest today for some reason, and clearly no bra. I could almost see the colour of her nipples.
'Uh, alright then. I better get back to work Brittney, I need to concentrate so if you wouldn't mind to let me have some quiet that'd be great.' I murmured shifting my gaze back to my computer. I think it might be time to hire a new nanny. I'm now going to be thinking about Brittney titties all day when I have an important deadline. Maybe if Rita was finally ready to start having sex again this wouldn't be a problem...
After a few seconds I realised she was still standing there. I looked up at her to see that it almost looked like she trying to get a look at my crotch as I sat at my desk. What was she playing here? She quickly met my gaze and giggled again. She wasn't usually like this but then again I don't think I've ever been working from home while Rita was out of town. Acting like... like a horny school girl. Age-wise she wasn't far off at 19 years old. I'm sure she could find a willing guy to pound her easily, but it feels like she's flirting with me. A 38-year-old, married father who she's working for? (A horny 38-year-old married father who hasn't had any pussy for a year...)
'Brittney?'
'Sorry Mr. Lewis,' she said too playfully, 'I won't disturb you again.'
I swallowed the saliva that had collected in my mouth suddenly. 'Thank you. You can call me Trevor, I told you before.'
'I know, but I like calling you Mr. Lewis.' She said, turning to leave, smiling. It was embarrassing. She wasn't good at... whatever it was she was trying to do. She was acting like a desperate slut, frankly. I could see the top part of her thong above her shorts on one side as she approached my office door.
I was relieved. Only a couple of hours before she's done for the day. My penis had been reacting of its own accord in my underpants during the last part of our interaction. A pang a guilt followed. I love Rita so much. Once she's back we'll find a new nanny. And I know, know, that once she's lost the baby weight finally that she'll want to have sex again. Its all a worthwhile sacrifice to have what we've always dreamed of having since we were in our early twenties -- a family, a legacy.
My penis throbbed. Then Brittney's huge tits flashed into my mind for a second. Just need to get this work done.
I adjusted my crotch through my jogger shorts and started typing again when there was a knock on the door. Jesus fuck, man.
'Yeah.' I yelled.
She opened the door and came in, I noticed the fact that she was barefoot. It was pretty warm in the house I suppose.
'I really do need to work Brittney, what's up?'
'There's not too much I need to do now Mr. Lewis now that Timmy's down. Except laundry, can I just grab what's in your hamper, Sir?'
She'd never called me Sir before, and I saw pretty obvious look in her eyes as she did so. My penis throbbed again. This really was a challenge because I'm now experiencing the sharp realisation that I'd like to be shoving my penis into her mouth. Or in between her big titties.
'Uh, sure thing it's just over there.'
I turned back to my computer, desperately trying to focus my mind back on my work but it was absolutely not possible to ignore her bending over the hamper to take out what was in there. She was facing away from me and her thin, stretchy shorts were struggling against her round buttcheeks. Her thong was probably rubbing against her smooth, tight butthole as she did so, I pondered.
My cock had fully hardened now and it felt really good. It was begging me for some warm teen pussy and Brittney was over there presenting her ass to me.
'Oof wow Mr. Lewis, a lot of laundry in here,' she panted. 'Uh, Mr. Lewis? Can you come take a look at this?'
'A look at what Brittney, I'm working!' I almost barked at her. She giggled. I can't stand up right now without confessing my erection to her. This is hugely inappropriate already, I need her to take her fucking basket and leave.
'Mr. Lewwwiiis' she whined. I tried to compose myself. I stood up, putting my hands quickly in my pockets and went over.
'What's this mark, Sir?' she asked, her voice getting more whiny and irritating. When I arrived at the hamper I noticed she was holding my dirty underpants and rubbing a white stain on the front with her finger. Embarrassment flooded my face but my penis bounced frantically. I grabbed it quickly with one hand through my pocket to stop the movement, looking at her with my mouth agape. She was smiling.
'Ah, uh... I-'
'It's ok Mr. Lewis,' she said, putting one hand on my shoulder. She lifted my underwear to her face and sniffed them deeply before running her wet tongue across the dried sperm. I was shocked, I had no idea what to say, what the fuck was going on?! 'Is this a cum stain Sir? It tastes like it is.' She said smiling still.
'I..' Cock still bouncing. Holy fuck I want to suck those titties. '...Brittney this is not appropriate!'
She dropped the cummy underpants and smoothly pulled her vest up and off. The big tits turbo charging my penis were now on display and I couldn't take my eyes off them. They were unbelievable, bouncy and smooth. Full in a way only teen titties can be.
