This Is a short little story written for a special someone. It is not as detailed as some of my work but I didn't intend it to be more than a little sketch.
Kaylee stepped carefully into the grass wearing her new white patent-leather platform pumps with 6" heels and two delicate forefoot straps that made the shoes look a little like Mary-Janes. I held her hand, making sure her thin, stiletto heels did not get stuck deep in the graas. The heels she wore were not designed for walking in the grass, and that made it even more erotic to watch her pick her way carefully to the folding sports chair. I gently and firmly held onto her arm and hand to steady her and ensure she didn't sink into the grass and stumble or fall. She managed slowly and gracefully pick her way through the lumpy grass and bare patches, to sit down in the folding chair. She sat gently and then moved her left knee over her right, crossing her legs and putting her hands in her lap, She kept her slim fingers over the hem of her tiny little navy blue miniskirt printed with white stars all over it. The top of her cleavage was visible at the top of her red tube top and the thin, ice-white, lace-trimmed bolero she wore over the red tube top served to call attention to her firm tits peeking up from the stretchy material of her flag-red tube top. The tube top material was thin and stretched tightly across her firm, ripe tits and stretched enough so that her nipples stood out of the top out like firm, perky gumdrops that just begged to be kissed and sucked.
Her big plastic hoop earrings had little American flags inside and she had red/white/blue colored ribbons in her blonde hair and red, white and blue plastic bangles clattering on her slim wrist. Officially, Kaylee was "the nanny" but that title wasn't really fooling anyone for more than a few minutes. It certainly hadn't fooled my ex, who referred to Kaylee as "that little slut" with a venomous tone. The "nanny" term hadn't fooled the parents of the kids I coached, in part because they saw the way I opened every door for her and the way I watched her ass sway as she passed. They saw the way she was always dressed up in outfits sexy and young, designed to play up her youth and that tight little body I loved to run my hands all over. They could tell she wasn't just "the nanny" by the way she doted on me and ran her nails along my arm as we stood next to each other after practices or in the hotel lobby when the team went to travel tournaments. They could tell by the looks we exchanged and the subtle teasing that went on between us. My son wasn't fooled either, he called her, "your girlfriend" in part because she didn't sleep in the guest room and was snuggled up in my arms every night after dinner.
My ex called Kaylee a slut like it was a bad thing. I called Kaylee a slut sometimes too, but when I did, it was to praise her and reward her for pleasing me. It was a term of affection she earned and sought to hear come from my lips. She sought to be "my slut" as much as she sought to breathe air. And I sought to praise her whenever I could. Mostly because it made her even more excited and eager to please me and my insatiable appetite for her young, delightfully slim and toned body, her hot, eager little mouth and most of all, her tight, young, clingy little pussy that seemed to welcome the invasion of my big, thick, older cock with glee and grip it like a warm vice until I spit a another load of gooey, sticky, thick cum out into Kaylee's buttery, juicy cunt.
Right now, she looked like an All-American Girl, celebrating the Memorial Day weekend dressed up in patriotic colors and looking super hot at the same time. I knew the outfit was inappropriate for the lacrosse tournament weekend, and I would have to stand on the other sideline and coach the kids while my Doll was across the field, looking so All-American HOT and sexy in the way only a young, hot, sexy "nanny" could!
I coached the first game while stealing as many looks over at Kaylee as I could. From my point of view, I could see that a number of the other dads were looking at Kaylee as much as they were watching the game. It was to be expected. She looked so hot, her long, blonde hair with the ribbons, her cherry-red lips matching her tube top, her blue eye-shadow and sparkling glitter eye makeup. She practically had a sign over her head that said, "American Dream Doll".
After coaching the first game, I sat down next to my adorable, sexy Kaylee, but not before she stood up and gave me the biggest hug and a sweet kiss against my neck that lasted so long as she pressed her open, pillowy-soft lips against my the side of my throat and tongued my neck as she slid her nails up and down my chest with one hand and dug her nails into my back with the other.
