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Greetings!
Here the second revision to The Nanny: more sex, less typos!
Bye!
LCDRJMC
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[lcdrjmc & Greatness] Subject: The Nanny (2nd Revision)
(F+/F, reluc) by lcdrjmc@aol.com
Here we go with yet another little tale of sizzling
sex, unspeakable betrayal, and child care. 'Ta!
LCDRJMC
Standard Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction.
It is intended for Adults Only, so if you're not--then go
away. It is not intended for sale, but if you'd like to
pass it around, feel free. Just keep the header and text
as is and all will be well. Have fun.
Prolog
Jacquelyn Devereux stood in front of the large smoked
plate glass window, and surveyed her domain. From the
top of one of the high glass towers in downtown Chicago,
the telecommunications specialist contemplated her lot
with satisfaction.
"Not bad for a second-generation transplant from the
back alleys of Marseilles," she thought. "Not bad at
all."
Built from nothing, Devereux Communications was now
one of the dominant forces in the industry. A satisfying
consequences of that was it allowed her and her beloved
family and friends to live a life of luxury and style in
their large secluded estate north of the city.
It also allowed them to discretely follow their very
unconventional lifestyles, which, she thought with
glowing contentment, might not always meet the approval
of their more conservative neighbors. Or the police, for
that matter.
Turning abruptly from the magnificent view of the
Chicago waterfront, Devereux went to her large mahogany
desk
and sat in the plush leather seat. After sparing a quick
glance around her elegant office, she pulled a key from a
small, secret compartment in the desk and unlocked the
center drawer. This was where she always kept her
special things, secret things. From a stack of slim
manila envelopes, she took from the drawer one marked
only by a large red 'F', and carefully opened it.
Inside the envelope were six single-page personal
summaries, each with an attached small color photograph
in the upper left corner. She saw with satisfaction that
each photo was the professionally done half-length
portrait of a beautiful young woman. She closed the
drawer and removed all of the files from the envelope.
She then methodically spread the files out across the
empty top of the large desk.
"Now, what choices does she have for us this time?"
she said softly, her dark eyes glittering slits behind
the lowered lids.
Forthingill was very expensive, but her stock was the
best in the trade, no question.
"Where does she find them?" Jacquelyn quietly
wondered.
She read each of the files carefully. After a quick
deliberation, she selected one and returned the rest to
the envelope.
The name at the top of the sheet read "Valentine,
Athena ****." The stars were Forthingill's own estimate
of the girl's suitability to her client's needs. Four
stars was the highest rating possible.
Forthingill always made it a point to guarantee
nothing. Her ratings were a measure of potential, and
that was all. With human nature, nothing was certain.
But, her estimates were inevitably quite accurate, and
well worth the non-refundable, and usually astronomical
price.
Jacquelyn went down the girl's statistics: parents
divorced, lived from early infancy with strict mother,
equivalent high-school degree based on home tutoring, age
18, height 5'6", weight 110 pounds, bust 35", waist 22",
hips 34", hair blonde, eyes blue, no distinguishing
marks.
She looked at the girl's portrait again. "Perfect,"
she thought. "Just perfect."
The Nanny: Part I
Athena Valentine, eager young reporter, reviewed
hopefully
what she had just written.
"Sophisticated professional Miss Athena Valentine,
only 18-years old and already a proven expert in the
demanding field of child-care, watched with wondrous awe
as the greatest metropolis of the mid-west, the sun-
drenched city of Chicago, unfolded beneath her window,
while the gleaming silver airliner made its majestic
approach to O'Hare International Airport."
It sounded good, but she still wondered if this was
how a na ve teenager fresh from nanny school would really
react to her first sight of Chicago? At least, that was
what she hoped her alter-ego would think it would be
like.
Athena looked down at her legal pad in disapproval and
lined out her first paragraph. "A journalism major with
a 3.8 grade-point average and I'm writing this shit,"
she thought with despair. Some Watergate this was
turning out to be!
She had been working at the Free Press for less than a
month when her editor called her into his office for a
talk. He had been working on an idea that required some
superb investigative reporting but had been lacking
someone with the proper skills to make it a reality.
Her editor had made it sound so exciting. Her
assignment would be to go undercover and blow the lid off
of what he called the 'Nanny Racket.' He wasn't really
sure what abuses would be uncovered by her efforts but he
was absolutely certain there had to be something going
on.
He told her it could be as dramatic as covered-up
child abuse by poorly trained teenagers, or simply just
another excuse to cause harassed parents to part with
their money for more expensive schooling their daughters
would never use. By following a typical nanny pipeline,
attending school (there was even one in town!) and
actually living for a time with a real family, she would
be the first reporter ever to get to the truth of the
matter.
Visions of a Pulitzer Prize had suddenly dazzled the
normally level-headed Athena's mind as her editor
continued.
Either way, he was convinced that the recent rise in
the use of nannies by the wealthier members of society
was sufficient cause for a job of investigative reporting
on the same level that Woodward and Bernstein of the
Washington Post conducted on the legendary Watergate
scandal.
At the mention of her idols, Woodward and Bernstein,
Athena's heart started fluttering. As her editor talked
about the job, she could already see herself in the TV
movie based on her exploits. "My God!" she thought.
"After what they did with 'All The President's Men', God
only knows who they would get to play me!"
"YES! Oh, yes!" Athena exclaimed, to the surprise and
delight of her editor. If this worked out, perhaps she
could get a job as the star reporter on a real newspaper!
After waiting in the boarding area for two hours past
her departure time, she was beginning to wonder if she
would ever get there. Outside the glass terminal hordes
of mechanics swarmed over the plane to correct what was
officially announced as a 'minor difficulty.' "Idiots.
Who were they trying to fool?" she thought scornfully.
It had been a rough road, but at last she was here,
ready to start her new undercover life as a professional
nanny. It was such a fantastic opportunity, she could
hardly believe it had happened to her. They were
actually going to pay her to live in (well, near anyway)
an exciting big city with a wealthy family, and do what
she enjoyed best, playing the crafty investigator on her
unsuspecting hosts. Of course, there was the minor fact
that she would actually have to take care of little
children, at least part of the time.
"Ugh!" she thought. It was a draw-back to be sure, as
she didn't really like the little stinkers, but it was
the only way she could uncover the secret world of the
modern nanny.
One thing about modern nannies she had found out
already: the pay was excellent. In fact, she noted with
chagrin that she was making less as an undercover
reporter on per diem for the Free Press than as a nanny
on her first assignment. This was especially bad
concerning the way they kept referring at the paper to
'marvelous fringe benefits' in lieu of pay.
But, no matter how she looked at this assignment, it
was perfect for her! Even her mother would have approved
of it, if she had been able to tell her. Because her
assignment was so secret, she couldn't tell anyone where
she was going or why. She could only say that the
paper's travel section was sending her out of town for a
couple of months.
Now here she was at the airport, a very recent
graduate of nanny school, or as it was officially known:
the Miss Forthingill's School of Child Care for the
Privileged. It was a terribly exclusive school to get
into, the most expensive in the state. She had been very
surprised to find that her editor, posing as her guardian
and pulling some strings, had already submitted a false
past for her and gotten her enrolled even before she had
agreed to the assignment, the rat! She hadn't even
applied and here she was accepted already!
While at nanny school, she found that her training,
and a few of the other girls', had been somewhat
different from the main student body. They were always
kept apart, and their training was much shorter, much
more individualized. The one week of schooling seemed a
bit perfunctory even to Athena, but they said that once
they were assigned to their families, they would find
that experience was truly the best teacher. They seemed
to focus more on how they should always try to fit in
with the lifestyles of their new families, no matter how
odd or eccentric they might seem, rather than on the
duties of actual child care.
Although her editor had warned her not to, Athena took
covert notes like crazy in her journal and hoped to have
time later to make sense of it all.
Surprisingly, she and the others of her special
group were part of the few graduates for whom the school
had obtained an immediate position directly following
graduation. In Athena's case, it seemed the family was
so eager to have her that they had even sent her an open
airline ticket for the first available flight.
Athena had wanted to spend some time at home with her
family before going out on her first assignment, but they
were in some kind of child-care crisis in Chicago and
required her services immediately.
It was well after midnight when, at last, the boarding
announcement was made.
Not sure of what to do and wanting to remain
inconspicuous, Athena was one of the last passengers to
board. She followed the dwindling line of embarking
passengers down a long corridor and into the plane.
After showing her pass, the girl was directed to her seat
in the business class section.
She knew it was vital for her to be in character at
all times, even in situations that had nothing to do with
her assignment. Her editor had repeatedly warned her
that she had to preserve her undercover identity at all
costs, and to consider such things as nanny school and
this plane trip as an excellent opportunity for practice.
"If you slip even once, it could cost you the
assignment," he warned. "You must never leave your role
as the unworldly 18-year old nanny and become the
sophisticated 21-year old college graduate."
"I can do this," she thought. "I can play the naive
teenager, out in the world for the first time. I'll just
pretend I'm my bubble-headed sister. Talk about easy!"
Athena considered her sister Alexis to be the pro-
typical high school bimbo. If not actually retarded, she
must have been very close. She was a real head-turner,
Athena had to admit, but her lips moved when she read
anything (which wasn't often). She hated the idea of
having to act like that, of using her looks to get what
she wanted. It was so demeaning, but this was her chance
at the big time and she wasn't going to do anything to
jeopardize it.
"Why, this isn't crowded at all," she exclaimed,
acting as if she had never been on a plane before.
Scattered around the spacious cabin were pairs of
plush recliners, each pair well separated from the
others. The few business class passengers, having
boarded much earlier, were all settled in and asleep by
the time Athena made her way into the cabin.
She acted as if she found the numbers and letters on
the cabin walls confusing, and she wandered about the
cabin, waking the occasional passenger and asking them
pleasantly, "Is this my seat?"
When she asked a sweet-looking little old lady who was
sitting alone, the woman took one startled look up at the
beautiful apparition which had suddenly appeared as if
from magic. She saw a breath-taking teenager with long
straight blonde hair falling over her shoulders, button
nose, delightful chest covered by a school blazer,
shapely hips, and wide blue eyes.
The ancient crone glanced quickly about the cabin,
then immediately croaked, "Yes!!" She gestured with a
withered claw of a hand to the empty seat next to hers.
"Oh, goody!" said the reporter, trying to act like an
excited teenager. "A window seat for my very first
flight. How nice!"
Athena put her purse down and took off her Forthingill
blazer. She reached up and tried to place the blazer in
the storage compartment located over her seat. It was a
reach, but she found that by leaning and stretching over
the old woman she would be able to place her blazer in
the compartment. She realized that this must be terribly
inconvenient to her new companion and repeatedly
apologized to her about it.
The giddy ancient would only respond with a kindly but
strangely muffled, "That's all right, dear."
So intent was she on putting her blazer away and so
nervous that she was finally on the case, Athena didn't
realize that she was unwittingly pressing her jutting
breasts tightly against the old woman's face.
Finally, Athena had made sure her blazer was neat and
safely put away for the trip. She was ready to go to her
seat now, and waited for the old woman to politely rise
so that she could pass. Unfortunately, the woman seemed
quite planted in her seat, and Athena knew that there was
nothing to do but slide in front of her.
Murmuring a soft but pointed, "Excuse me!" Athena faced
forward and, her hands on the seat in front of her, moved
sideways in front of her companion. The woman violently
sneezed just as Athena was directly in front of her and
Athena felt the woman's face push right onto the back of
her pleated skirt, at a spot just centered on her firm
behind! Shocked, Athena found herself pinned against
the seat in front of her as she felt the old woman's
prominent nose work its way between her trembling
buttocks!
"Oh!" the startled reporter cried. The mortified
Athena tried to move away but found the woman now held
her by her skirt in a surprisingly strong grip as she
continued to violently sneeze.
Not knowing what else to do, Athena could only wait
until the old woman finished her sneezing fit. Each
sneeze caused the woman to pull down tighter on Athena's
skirt, until with a final monstrous "Ka-CHU!" the skirt
fell to the cabin floor.
Stunned, Athena could only look opened-mouth in horror
at her fallen skirt. The woman, after drinking in the
pert behind thrusting from underneath the starched white
blouse, placed her trembling hands on the blonde's waist
and guided the shocked girl over to her seat. Next, she
used her blanket to cover the woman's sculptured nylon-
clad legs.
"Thank you!" Athena was finally able to say.
The old woman, terribly apologetic, said "I'm so
sorry! I'm just a senile old fool. Please forgive me!"
as she held the torn garment towards Athena in her
shaking hands.
Touched by the very old woman's obvious sincerity,
Athena could only say, smiling, "It's not your fault,
really. I forgive you." She took her skirt and
carefully inspected the damage.
"Oh, thank you! Thank you!" the old woman beamed.
"I'm Mrs. Murphy, by the way."
"Hi!," Athena chirped automatically. "My name is
Athena. Athena Valentine."
"Lovely name," Mrs. Murphy cooed.
"Thank you."
"Can it be fixed?" she timorously asked, as the
frowning Athena kept looking at the skirt's fastener.
"Yes, it was just a few buttons. Do you have a sewing
kit?"
"Of course, child. Listen, since this is obviously
your first ride in an airplane and since I've cause you
more than enough trouble, let me look after you this
trip. I've flown a great deal and know exactly what to
do."
"Well," Athena said, hesitantly. "If it wouldn't be
too much trouble, I would really appreciate that." She
knew that her sister was constantly on the look-out for
people to help her, so her life would be easier by her
not having to think for herself.
"Good. It's settled, then. So, why don't you lean
back and take it easy and I'll have this skirt of yours
fixed in about ten minutes. How about a drink, while you
wait?"
"Yes, thank you. Any diet soda they have will be just
fine, but only if it's not too expensive. I'm on a
budget."
"Don't worry, child, it's on me," she said as she rang
for the steward and, with voice lowered, ordered two
champagnes.
"Thank you. You're being very generous."
"Not at all, child. Now, we must get you all fastened
in," the old woman stated matter-of-factly as she slid
her hands under Athena's blanket.
The old woman proved to be quite fumbled-fingered. It
took her some time to locate the far half of Athena's
seat belt. She had to run her hand continuously up and
down Athena's upper legs and hip before she found it.
Then, she kept dropping the metal end right between her
thighs, and had to repeatedly reach after it. The
cringing Athena again and again offered to do it herself
as she fought to keep from protecting herself, but it was
obvious to her that Mrs. Murphy was a proud old woman,
because she wouldn't allow the agitated reporter to help
her at all.
By the time her seat belt was properly fastened,
Athena was feeling very flushed and embarrassed, in spite
of Mrs. Murphy's good intentions.
Still, in exchange for all of her kindness and good
intentions, Athena felt compelled to tell Mrs. Murphy all
about herself as a new nanny and why she was going to
Chicago. By the time their drinks had arrived she was
feeling quite thirsty.
"Oooh, what is this?" she said enthusiastically as she
could after she tasted the disappointing liquid in the
tall, fluted glass.
"It's a special kind of soft drink they have in
Europe. I understand it has very few calories."
"My, it tickles, doesn't it?" Athena giggled, after
carefully sipping the poor vintage. "Now why," she
wondered, "would this nice old lady want to slip someone
champagne?"
"Oh, yes. It surely does. Now, here's your skirt. I
had to use smaller buttons than usual, they were all I
had, but otherwise it's good as new."
Athena moved to slip the skirt on under her blanket,
when the old woman stopped her. "Oh, no. You certainly
don't want to do that."
"I should go to the rest room, you mean."
"No, that's not it. You must leave it off, otherwise
it will become terribly wrinkled."
"Oh, my! I couldn't do that! I just couldn't!"
"Well, okay. At least let me help you get it on,
then."
"NO!" Athena inadvertently shouted. After seeing the
terribly hurt look on the face of her aged companion, she
softened her protest to, "No, I can do it myself.
Really."
She opened her seat belt and, after looking guiltily
around the cabin, pulled up her skirt over her legs as
surreptitiously as possible. Raising herself slightly
above her seat, she pulled it up over her hips. She
tucked in her blouse and attempted to fastened her skirt.
Athena discovered she had a problem with her skirt's
new buttons. They were so small they could hardly stay
in their holes. She would have to replace them as soon
possible after she arrived at her new home.
She looked over at her companion and saw tears rolling
down the kindly old woman's face. "Oh, my!" thought
Athena. "I've done a terrible thing. I must have really
hurt her, and all she wanted was to help me."
After taking a deep breath and knowing she would
probably regret this, Athena gently told her, "Tell you
what, Mrs. Murphy. You can help me all you like from now
on, okay?"
Mrs. Murphy's smile of pure joy lit up the cabin in
its brilliance. "I can? Oh, thank you! Thank you!"
gushed the cunning old crone. "Most won't let me do much
of anything anymore. Too old, I guess."
"Nonsense! You are just fine. Here, why don't you
(gulp!) fasten my seat belt for me again. I always have
trouble with those silly things." The things she had to
do, Athena thought.
And so it went for the first two hours of the flight.
Athena surprisingly found her aged business-class
companion to be truly a joy and a treasure. When Mrs.
Murphy wasn't telling her of spellbinding stories of her
youth (mining gold in the Yukon, making movies with Mack
Sennett), she would always be doing things for her,
watching over her. She was such an interesting
character, Athena could hardly wait to write her into her
article! Besides, it felt so nice to be fussed over for
a change, even if by a total stranger. Mrs. Murphy was
always making sure she was properly tucked in and her
seat belt fastened. Of course, she had to reach under
her blanket to do that, and then always had to search
around some to find the buckle, because the poor dear
would always keep forgetting where it was.
It would have been embarrassing if it hadn't been so
funny. There they would be, quietly laughing in the
darkened cabin, as the red-faced woman kept feeling
around in her confusion under Athena's blanket, running
her hands all over the young woman's nubile body in
search of the elusive buckle. Sometimes, in her
enthusiasm, the woman would mistakenly undo Athena's
clothing and have an even worse time trying to refasten
everything once she finally found the buckle. It was
during those times when Mrs. Murphy would be fumbling
endlessly between her upper thighs for the seatbelt
buckles (Athena couldn't believe just how often the silly
things would come undone and fall there of all places!)
that the reporter felt especially grateful for the
pantyhose she was wearing.
Such sessions would usually leave Athena quite
breathless when the old woman was finally done and the
young traveler was properly fastened in her seat once
again. She knew of course that Mrs. Murphy could not
possible be aware of what she was doing to her, yet she
still wished that the old woman would not touch her
between the legs so much when she was fumbling around
under the blanket. It was normally just a casual
brushing or two, but sometimes her helper would actually
rest her hand right on top of Athena's escalating heated
sex while her other hand continued its incessant search
for the slippery ends to Athena's seatbelt between the
increasingly agitated girl's trembling thighs!
Athena realized that the sweet old woman was only
trying to help her, but her misguided efforts were
causing Athena all sorts of problems. The continuous if
unintentional touching of her body was starting to cause
her great distress. The old hands, clumsy with age yet
surprisingly gentle in their touch, were all over her,
but seemed mostly to be always fumbling between her
thighs or brushing over her sensitive breasts, and always
for the best of reasons.
It had been cute in the beginning. This terribly old
woman, trying her awkward best to be of assistance to the
naive teenage girl the beautiful 21-year old Athena was
pretending to be for her story.
However, it had now gotten way out of hand, and
Athena, her mind clouded with fatigue and champagne,
hadn't the faintest idea of what to do about it. It was
her own fault for allowing it to start in the first
place, she knew. She did it simply so as not to hurt the
old lady's feeling, thinking that it would soon be over.
But, to her surprise, it didn't end! Mrs. Murphy
continued to 'help' her again and again.
Her abused breasts felt swollen inside their cups, the
nipples incredibly erect. Her heart was racing madly
under her heaving chest. With dismay, she could even
feel her vaginal fluids start to soak the crotchband of
her French-cut panties. Soon even her tight pantyhose
would be wet, and then where would she be? All of her
underwear was with her luggage in the cargo compartment
underneath the plane.
Now the dizzy and confused reporter felt very heated
and confined inside of her disheveled clothes. How could
they let the plane get this warm, she wondered? She
could feel the sweat forming along her hairline and
running between her breasts, yet she hated to give up the
protection of her blanket, vaguely uneasy at the thought
of what might happen without it. Her pantyhose was
feeling especially uncomfortable to her, it was so hot!
If she didn't know better, it was almost as if she was
being deliberately sexually stimulated against her will.
She immediately felt ashamed at having such a thought
about the pathetic old lady. "She's not evil, for God's
sake," Athena told herself. Mrs. Murphy was just
obviously reaching the lonely end of a very long and
gaudy life. She should be pitied, and even humored, not
feared.
"It's from being so tired," Athena thought. "That's
when the real nutty ideas start to surface."
Still, it was all terribly embarrassing, Athena
realized, for her to be feeling so surprisingly tingly
this way. If only she weren't so tired and could think
clearly, she was sure she could find a simple solution to
this silly dilemma.
All she had to do was to find a place where she could
be alone for a while and freshen up a bit. Some cold
water on the face and she would be just fine.
"I know," Athena reasoned. "I'll just go to the
restroom. She could never follow me there! If I stay
long enough, Mrs. Murphy will probably just go to sleep,
anyway. She is, after all, a very aged individual who,
if I'm this tired, must be feeling absolutely exhausted."
"Ah, excuse me, Mrs. Murphy," Athena told her helper,
"but I need to use the lavatory."
"Of course, dearie. But, hurry back, please. It will
be so very lonely sitting here without your kindness and
understanding."
Athena, her heart breaking after what the lonely old
woman told her, took a deep breath, stood and waited for
her to move, so she could get by her. Mrs. Murphy,
however, had her eyes closed and seemed lost in though.
Feeling very sorry for her, the last thing Athena
wanted to do now was to disturb this very sad old person.
"Well, at least she won't bother me this time," Athena
thought confidently as she started to pass in front of
Mrs. Murphy. However, when she was directly in front of
her aged traveling companion, Athena once again felt
those surprisingly strong hands on her hips.
"Damn!" Athena muttered quietly. "Not again!"
"I knew this would happen," she heard Mrs. Murphy
mutter with disapproval behind her.
"What happened, Mrs. Murphy?" quietly asked Athena,
patiently.
"Your skirt! I told you that you should have left it
off, but nobody listens. Now look at it! It's nothing
but a mass of wrinkles, all across the back."
About to tell her that it was really all right, Athena
was startled to feel the old woman's hands move briskly,
lightly brushing the skirt's material up-and-down where
it covered the rounded contours of her sensitive behind!
"Oh, my!" she gasped. "Mrs. Murphy, what are you
doing?" Athena whispered fiercely.
"Getting ride of these foolish and senseless wrinkles
of yours," the woman replied matter-of-factly.
"I...I can do that, myself. Really," the blushing
Athena whispered.
"Don't be silly. I'll just smooth it out right here,
the way we did it before there were irons. Don't worry,
my child. Everything will be fine in just a jiffy."
So the unsuspecting Athena remained stoically there as
Mrs. Murphy's hands continued their up-and-down path on
the back of Athena's skirt, actually rubbing her buttocks
now as they continued smoothing away the wrinkles.
What Athena could not see was the look of mad joy on the
face of the old woman seated behind her, the gleam of
blatant longing burning in her watery yellow eyes.
Athena stood patiently, waiting for the woman to hurry
up and finish. She hoped fervently that no one was
watching this. God only knows what they would think,
with some old lady brushing her behind like that. Athena
stole a quick look around the darkened cabin, but
everyone appeared fast asleep.
While Athena was worried about onlookers, Mrs. Murphy
changed her tactics. Her hands were now squeezing more
than rubbing the tight young ass before her. The
buttocks quivered under the assault but Mrs. Murphy
persistently continued her expert manipulations on the
succulent half-moons until she could hear the beautiful
young girl quietly panting. It was time.
Uncomfortably aware that something was different,
Athena wasn't sure what it was. She tried discretely to
look down and behind her but couldn't see anything in the
dark shadows with her limited movement. She certainly
didn't want to make a scene for the old woman about
something so innocent as the unusual way she had of
removing wrinkles. Besides, Mrs. Murphy had a kind heart
and certainly meant well. Athena knew that, while it was
certainly embarrassing, she wasn't really hurting
anything.
A few moments later Athena stifled a scream when she
felt the old woman's hands, after reaching the hem of her
short skirt once again, had somehow slipped under her
skirt, traveled up the backs of her thighs, and continued
their rubbing and kneading directly on her sensitive
but still covered buttocks.
"Oh my God!" Athena wailed quietly to herself as she
tried to cringe from Mrs. Murphy's wrongly-placed hands.
"She missed! The old woman missed my skirt! How could
she not notice that she missed?"
"My goodness!" croaked Mrs. Murphy. "You poor dear!"
"What?" finally whispered a frantic Athena as she
felt the old woman's hands freely moving over her behind
and between her thighs. "What is it?"
"Runs! Your stockings have these terrible runs in
them."
"Oh, no!" They were a brand new pair, too! "Where?
I can't see them," said Athena as she turned her head and
tried to peer down into the narrow darkness between the
seats.
"Here. I'll show you."
Athena gasped as she felt her pantyhose being pulled
down her hips.
"Oh, no! Please don't!" she cried as quietly as she
could.
Instinctively, Athena tried jerking forward to escape
the embarrassing hands, but soon found herself leaning
precariously over the back of the empty seat in front of
her. She couldn't believe it! She had to use her hands
on the seat's arm rests to keep from toppling over the
seat back completely and waking the person asleep in the
next chair. With her feet dangling uselessly over the
floor of the airplane and her bottom high in the air
behind her and her pantyhose bunched down around her
knees, she was now completely helpless to the whims
of the senile old woman, not to mention having her
defenseless panty-covered bottom totally exposed to
anyone who cared to flip up her skirt for a look!
A delighted Mrs. Murphy stood up and surveyed with joy
the delectably tight ass now so prominently displayed by
the clumsy girl. She removed the girl's pumps and pulled
off the perfectly good pantyhose, then replaced her
shoes. The old woman just loved sexy pumps on bare legs
like that. After quickly flipping the back of the skirt
up over the girl's hips, she found that during the
Athena's unexpected jump, the thin elastic waistband of
her panties had caught on one of Mrs. Murphy's long
fingernails. It had lowered the waistband, so that the
upper swells of the wondrous buttocks and a tantalizing
hint of the center crease were now exposed in the
dim light. Always the most tricky part of a seduction,
the exquisitely slow, beginning-fall of a girl's panties
was invariably to Mrs. Murphy the point of no return.
Once that was allowed to happen, the girl belonged to
her, absolutely.
"And here the poor girl has done it to herself. How
marvelous!" thought Mrs. Murphy.
While working expertly on the firm buttocks, now only
protected be the thin panties, Mrs. Murphy began to
cautiously lower the waistband even more. When she got
the girl used to a certain level, she would lower it
again. At the same time, she began to slyly touch the
squirming girl's vulnerable crotchband of her panties.
The fact that they were very damp there did not escape
her happy notice. Not hearing any protests, she
stepped up her expert teasing of the panty-covered cunt,
and was soon rewarded by an ever increasing seepage of
sweet smelling vaginal secretions. Her victim, squirming
less and less, was obviously ready!
The Nanny: Part Two
Overwhelmed by sensations, her dizziness increased by
her ridiculous upside-down position, the inexperienced
Athena no longer had any idea about what was happening
behind her. All she knew for certain was that she was
turning on to the old woman's touch! She could sense it.
Her body was responding sexually to the old woman's
actions! Athena couldn't believe it. It wasn't
possible. Yet, she knew for certain that she would
surely loose control, possible even climax, unless she
could get away from those hands, and quickly.
Silently, for she was terrified of someone seeing her
like this, she writhed back and forth over the seat back,
trying to slide sideways to the aisle on her left and
thereby escape the hands which were unwittingly abusing
her bottom so freely. But, for all her attempts to
escape, all she managed to accomplished was to start
unknowingly open her too-small skirt buttons. Soon, only
one button held closed the waist of the loosened skirt.
When the panties had been lowered so that the perfect
buttocks were half-exposed to view, Mrs. Murphy stopped.
She knew that the unsuspecting girl could be taken now at
any time, but she wanted it to it be very special, very
delicate. It must happen in the most humiliating way
possible for the unsuspecting girl. "Serves her right
for being so young and beautiful!" Mrs. Murphy cackled
quietly to herself.
Finally, on the verge of fainting from all that was
being done to her, Athena felt her skirt being pulled
back over her raised bottom. Unbelievably, she heard the
golden words for which she had been waiting for so long,
"All done, dear. You're wrinkle free and good as new."
"Thank God!" she whispered. Her ordeal was over!
Overwhelmed with relief, Athena tried to push herself
back over the chair. With horror, she suddenly realized
that her arms just weren't strong enough, and if she
tried to pull herself over, she would surely wake the
person sleeping right next to her. "Oh, no! It just
isn't fair!" she moaned.
With a sinking heart, she realized there was only one
way to get out of this terrible predicament: Mrs. Murphy!
Steeling herself for what was to come, Athena
whispered as loud as she dared, "Mrs. Murphy?"
"Yes, dearie. I'm right here," the old woman said
quietly.
"I...I can't get up. Could you help pull me back,
please?"
"Of course, dearie. Didn't I say I would always be
here to help you?"
"Yes, you did. Thank you."
Athena stiffened when she felt Mrs. Murphy's hands
slide under her skirt again and go up to her waist. She
couldn't complain to her about it now, because she needed
her help to get back over the seat before a stewardess or
passenger came by and saw her.
Puzzled, a very nervous Athena felt the woman's hands
move past her waist under her blouse. "Now what was she
up to?" Athena wondered.
The old woman could feel Athena's body trembling as
she lightly ran her fingers along the young girl's sweaty
ribs, tracing each one with a feathery touch as her hands
continued toward those magnificent teenage breasts. When
she finally reached them, her hands were shaking as well.
She hadn't had such a pretty young thing for many years.
She clasped each bra-covered breast firmly, moving her
thumbs over the quickly erect nipples.
The dazed Athena was soon gasping for air as Mrs.
Murphy continued to unmercifully tease her hyper-
sensitive nipples through the confining bra.
"OOOhhh," Athena involuntarily moaned. "What are you
doing?" the dazed reporter asked as she felt her blouse
being pulled out of her skirt and something magical began
to happen to her highly sensitive breasts. She just had
to get away. She had to get to the restroom, it was her
only hope!
Mrs. Murphy continued to play with the remarkably pert
breasts. They were so wonderful, she could do this all
night. But, time was wasting and the flight would not
last forever. Finally satisfied at Miss Valentine's
mind-blown and highly aroused condition, she moved her
hands to the girl's narrow waist and easily pulled her
back over the seat.
Athena, completely dazed and disoriented by her
experience, could only stand trembling for a moment,
trying to get her breath back. She vaguely felt the
woman's hands slide back down her hips and thighs. What
she didn't notice was that her panties had slid down with
them, and were now puddled uselessly around her ankles.
Suddenly Athena felt a surprising chill. She didn't
know from what. Athena pressed her hands against the
sides of her head, trying to steady her spinning mind.
She couldn't think anymore. "Oh, I feel so dizzy," she
moaned.
She felt very close to fainting. "OOOhhhh!" the very
light-headed Athena moaned as swayed back and forth. "I
don't feel well!"
Mrs. Murphy took the befuddled girl by the hips and
slightly walked her first one way and then another, until
she noticed the panties fall off the girl's ankles and
onto the floor.
After kicking the panties away, Mrs. Murphy reached
under the pulled-out blouse, slid her hands around the
girl's smooth torso, and placed them on the girl's bra-
covered breasts. She contentedly kneaded the firm
mammaries, occasionally pinching the jumping girl's
lovely hard nipples through the bra. She didn't stop
until a sufficiently worried Athena anxiously pulled
the old woman's hands away from their intimate touching.
"Hey! That wasn't right!" an indignant Athena
sputtered quietly.
"It's what they taught us to do in the WPA," said a
sweetly smiling Mrs. Murphy. "Worked, didn't it? Are
you still dizzy?"
"Well, no. I'm not," a surprised Athena admitted,
although her breathing was very rapid and the plane
still seemed to be doing acrobatics. Still, her poor
breasts felt like they had swollen to twice their size.
Her bra was squeezing them like two large hands, which
caused her nipples to ache. She just had to get to a
restroom!
"I'm going to the restroom now," Athena announced
firmly, feeling on the verge of a nervous breakdown. She
had to get away from those innocent, wandering hands that
were driving her crazy.
"I don't see why not," said Mrs. Murphy. "You're old
enough."
In the aisle, Athena stood for a moment trying to
steady herself on what now seemed to her like very, very
high heels. As she took a step she faltered and
unexpectedly sat down on the armrest of an occupied seat
on the aisle. Desperate to get away before she disturbed
the sleeping passenger, Athena didn't feel her skirt
catching around the armrest, or the popping open of the
last button before it finally came free.
The woman smiled as she watched the girl stagger
toward the business-class lavatories with her skirt
barely clinging to her hips. "A few more steps, and it
will be gone," the woman thought happily, as she looked
around the plane to see if anyone was watching, not that
she really cared. The cabin was peaceful and dark, with
everyone obviously sleeping. "Too bad," she whispered,
chuckling evilly. "They're missing quite a show."
Her sharp eyes went back to the weaving girl.
"God! What has that senile old woman done to me?"
Athena wondered. Her mind was so clouded that she could
hardly make out anything that wasn't right in front of
her. Her body was positively tingling, especially her
aching breasts. Even her terribly sensitive pussy seemed
affected by all that had happened. She had never felt so
aroused, so sexually turned on in her life! Was it
because of the bad champagne she had drunk earlier? It
must have been. Surely it wasn't from the old woman who
was just trying to help her?
She continued slowly weaving down the aisle, using
seats for support, not sure if she could even make it.
She was totally unaware that the only thing holding up
her skirt was the gentle swell of her hips and buttocks.
For every step she took, her skirt slipped down a tiny
bit, until it rode very low on her hips, indeed.
Only four steps from the cross-hallway containing the
lavatories, Athena needed to stop a moment. Her
dizziness had returned, and seemed even worse than
before. Too much had happened to her, and her nervous
system was just about overwhelmed.
Athena leaned against a storage compartment, gathering
her strength for the final part of her journey. Already,
in just the short time she had been away from her sad
companion, she felt better, her body a little more under
control. Athena was vaguely aware that something about
her skirt wasn't right, but she was sure it could wait
until she was in someplace private. If only her head
didn't spin so much!
She checked the lavatory indicator signs and
thankfully noticed that all were unoccupied. As she
resumed her walk, her skirt caught a loose buckle from
the storage compartment and slid unnoticed to the floor.
Completely naked from the waist down, Athena stepped
over what she thought was a blanket someone had tossed
into the aisle and continued into the first lavatory she
found.
She closed the folding door and changed the sign on
the lock to 'Occupied.' The bright lavatory lights came
on and painfully blinded her. Even with that discomfort,
though, Athena breathed a sigh of relief. She could
finally relax.
Already, Athena knew that this was going to be good
for her. Even now, she felt cooler than she had all
evening. It was wonderful! Okay, so she would have to
keep her eyes closed because of the light. She still
wished she could stay here the entire flight and enjoy
the coolness.
The light still being very painful to her, Athena with
eyes closed took a deep breath, then began feeling around
for the toilet. Quickly finding it, she turned to sit on
the closed metal lid. There she would wait for her head
and body to return to normal.
But the moment her behind hit the seat she jumped up
and shivered. Suddenly, she was covered in goose bumps!
She was freezing! Why the hell was she so cold? After
all, she was dressed, wasn't she?
She shielded her eyes and looked down in the painful
glare. Her jaw dropped in shock as she found herself
staring at her trimmed blonde pubic triangle, glowing in
the bright light just below her blouse. Her skirt was
gone, and so were her panties! In disbelief that such a
catastrophe could actually happen to her, she quickly she
slid her hands down her hips. In absolute horror, all
she could feel was herself.
"Oh my God!!" It was true! She frantically looked
around the small compartment, but it was empty. Her
missing clothes were not there. Athena moved to open the
door, then remembered her condition. She unbuttoned her
blouse, pulled it off her shoulders, and wrapped it
around her front. Using one hand to hold her blouse in
place, she opened the lavatory door enough to stick her
head out, and quickly checked the hall outside the
lavatory, but the floor there was also clear.
In disgust, she closed the door and tried to think of
what had happened. It was her own stupid fault, of
course. She had gotten so worked up about that foolish
old woman that she forgot to take care of herself. Now
she was trapped in an airplane bathroom, still reeling
from bad champagne and naked from the waist down! Her
face burned red from the embarrassment!.
She thought about calling the stewardess for help, but
that idea lasted for only a moment. What would she tell
her? How could she ever explain this? "My skirt got
ripped by this woman and she tried to fix it, and I was
drinking and...." God, who would believe her? It
sounded crazy, even to her.
Desperately, Athena looked around for something to
cover herself with better than her blouse, which no
matter how she arranged it, still left a lot of her body
showing. She needed something better, so that she could
go back and look for her missing clothes.
All she had available to use were paper towels. Damn!
She put aside the blouse and carefully spread out several
towels on the toilet seat, making sure it was covered
with at least two layers. With a sigh, she sank defeated
on the cold metal seat, and draped her blouse over her
naked legs for warmth.
Athena put her head in her hands and began to cry. Her
mind was too clouded to think of any way out of the mess
she, an intelligent woman, had gotten herself into.
When the girl turned the corner, with the agility of a
cat the old woman scooped the panties off the floor and
brought them up to her nose. She inhaled deeply,
savoring the delectable aroma of youth. They all seemed
to have a different smell to them. But the smell was
always sweeter when they looked like Athena. As she
walked toward the lavatories, she inhaled again. Sweet.
As she neared the lavatories, Mrs. Murphy picked up
Athena's skirt. Soon she stood in front of the only
closed bathroom door. After licking her lips, she called
out quietly, "Athena, dear, are you in there?"
The girl's head quickly jerked up. "Yes!" she said
nervously, making sure the door was truly locked.
"What is it?" Athena really wanted to tell her to just
go away, but what if Mrs. Murphy had found her missing
clothes?
The old woman decided to torture the girl a little.
"Why don't you come back to your seat so we can talk?"
"I can't," Athena replied, sounding totally defeated..
"Just leave me alone, please. I'll be out in a few
minutes."
Athena stood and looked at her reflection with disgust
in the mirror over the sink. "What a sight!" she
thought. "The star investigative reporter (what a
joke!), herself half-exposed, and trapped in an airplane
bathroom. This couldn't get any worse!"
"Why can't you come out, child?" Mrs. Murphy hadn't
had this much fun in months.
Athena had to tell her. There was no other way,
because she just couldn't do this alone. In spite of all
the trouble her aged companion had caused her, Athena
knew that Mrs. Murphy actually wanted to help her, even
if her efforts usually ended in complete disaster.
"It's very embarrassing," she finally whimpered.
"I...I've lost my...my skirt and panties. I don't know
where. Can you please help me find them?"
Athena fought back the tears that were slowly building
up in her eyes again. Never had she been so embarrassed,
or humiliated in her life, having to beg for help from a
senile old woman who couldn't even take care of herself,
because she somehow had lost half her clothes on an
airplane.
"You poor thing. So, you're the one these belonged
to. I found them in the middle of the aisle, right by
our seats, and was just on my way to take them to a
stewardess to put in their lost-and-found."
"Oh, no! Don't do that!" shouted Athena through the
door, frightened with visions of being trapped half-naked
forever in this small lavatory.
"You don't have to yell. I'm not deaf, at least not
yet."
Athena couldn't believe what she heard. Mrs. Murphy
had her missing clothes right outside the door, and she
was upset because of a raised voice. "I'm...I'm very
sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you."
"Apology accepted. Now, let me in and I'll give them
to you," the woman said gleefully.
Athena debated quickly if she should open the door in
just her bra, but decided the chance of someone passing
by was just too great. She put on her blouse and so
hastily buttoned it that she did it incorrectly, but,
rather than take precious time to redo it, figured there
would be plenty of time later to fasten them properly.
She stood close behind the wall next to the door, then
leaned in front of the door by bending at the waist.
That way, the most anyone would see of her would be her
head and shoulders. She would appear fully dressed to
anyone passing by.
Athena, of course, forgot about the mirror on the wall
behind her.
She opened the door just a little, and peeked out.
Satisfied that the woman did in fact have her clothes,
she extended her opened hand through the narrow opening.
"Thanks," Athena said. "You're a life saver."
The old woman had a clear view of the mirror through
the partially opened door, and savored the sight of the
young woman's firm buttocks, gleaming in the harsh light
of the lavatory.
"No, I'd better help you," Mrs. Murphy said, as she
brushed aside the hand and boldly forced open the door of
the lavatory.
She walked into the small compartment. "You might
have torn something," she explained. We don't want you
to lose them again, now do we?"
Startled at this unwelcome intrusion, Athena backed up
against the counter, and gasped when she felt the cold
metal on her bare buttocks. But to her dismay, Mrs.
Murphy kept coming towards her until she had driven the
girl up on the counter. Athena now was half sitting,
half standing in the small bathroom, using her hands to
cover her small blonde muff.
"Look, I'm sure they are fine," Athena panted, still
trying to get her breath back after being shocked by the
cold metal. "Could you please, please just leave them on
the counter and hurry back to your seat? Please? Oh,
God! The door's still open!"
"Oh, don't be silly. Everyone is fast asleep.
Besides, all they could see is me here in the door way.
Look, the room is way to small for us both. Now, the
sooner you let me help you, the sooner we can get you
dressed and go back to our seats."
"Okay, okay!" Athena gasped, frantic with worry that
someone might see her. "You can help. Now, my skirt!"
"Let's fix that top first."
"What?"
"Your top isn't right. It needs fixing."
"Oh, God!" Athena groaned. She felt she was close to
fainting from the shear tension of being without her
clothes. She knew that the stubborn old woman would
never quit until she had her own way. They could land
like this and she would still be standing there,
patiently arguing with her. Athena knew she just had to
give in, otherwise she would never get dressed!
Athena looked nervously at the woman, but knew she had
no choice.
"Okay!" she whispered fiercely. "Fix it! Fix
anything you like! But, please hurry up. You don't know
how embarrassing this is for me, to be dressed like
this."
"Why are you embarrassed? You look just fine. Now,
put your hands down so I can reach all the buttons and
I'll fix that blouse of yours."
"Oh, God!" she moaned, and very reluctantly lowered
her protecting hands. Athena waited nervously, half-
sitting on the small, metal counter, with her hands
flapping uselessly at her sides. She was waiting for a
sick old woman to help her straighten her blouse, so she
could finally get her panties and skirt from her. It was
insane!
"You look tired dear. Why don't you close your eyes
and I'll have this blouse fixed in no time?"
Athena suddenly felt very tired. To take a nap here
though? She just didn't know. Athena knew she hadn't
been thinking clearly for some time now. She was still
dizzy and all of this anxiety had worn her nerves to a
frazzle. Perhaps Mrs. Murphy was right after all. She
desperately needed to relax. With her eyes closed maybe
the room wouldn't spin so much. Besides, it would
probably made the ordeal seem to go by that much quicker
if she didn't have to watch Mrs. Murphy painfully
fumbling with her clothes. Athena, praying that no one
would walk by, leaned back against the wall and closed
her eyes.
"Ah, at last!" mouthed Mrs. Murphy silently. This
was what she had been waiting for all evening, to get her
hands on this vulnerable young beauty in front of her.
Athena waited for the woman to quickly fix her top.
It seemed to be taking forever, though. The woman would
button it, then unbutton it all the way down, then say,
"I don't seem to be any better at it than you, dear."
The girl, her mind trying to get a grip on reason in a
room that insisted on spinning slowly, could only listen
to the old woman as those fumbling hands seemed to always
end up on her sensitive breasts, with those old fingers
tugging at her bra straps, or on the lacy cups. Athena
jumped as the fingers always ended up rubbing against her
nipples, which seemed to be very susceptible to the
touching, and had become remarkably hard.
Athena eventually passed a pleasant threshold where
Mrs. Murphy and what she was doing with her seemed very
far away, and didn't really have anything to do with her
at all. Now feeling safely distant, Athena began
enjoying the expert manipulation of her breasts, which
was sending strong sexual tingles through-out her
beautiful body.
Mrs. Murphy, watching the girl's face for a reaction
to her actions, finally found what she had been waiting
for. The girl was faintly smiling. Even better, the
smile grew the more the old woman worked on the fantastic
breasts. She left the blouse unbuttoned and pushed it
off the girl's shoulders. It sank down on the counter
around the girl's wrists, leaving her totally naked
expect for a tiny bra and a sexy pair of black pumps.
Her educated fingers glided over the now-exposed and
truly wonderful flesh above Athena's waist.
Athena shivered as she suddenly got another surprising
chill. Her breasts were practically glowing with
pleasure from all of the old woman's fumbling. She
wasn't sure why that should be so, but in her current
detached frame of mind she really didn't care. Her bra
seemed to be getting tighter and tighter. It must be
just her imagination, she thought. Her breasts couldn't
be getting bigger.
She had to fight an insane urge to take her bra off
right in front of the old woman, and touch her own
tingling tits. Why did they feel so good right now of
all times? she wondered.
In fact, Athena's whole upper body felt like it was
being teased by tiny feathers, running along her skin.
It felt so good she didn't want it to end. She thought
about opening her eyes but she was just too comfortable,
and she knew that nothing but Mrs. Murphy was happening
anyway. Besides, she didn't want to embarrass the woman
while she was trying to help her.
The old woman hands worked their magic up and down the
Athena's glowing upper body. Lightly, she ran her
fingers over the firm flesh, until by the feel of her
heated skin she knew it was time. Mrs. Murphy put both
hands on the front clasp of Athena's bra and opened it.
The girl's breasts seemed to explode from the cups, first
shaking and bouncing, then settling slightly, with the
cups just clinging to the hard nipples poking against
them.
All Athena seemed to notice was that her bra wasn't so
terribly tight anymore. It felt so good that she took
several deep breaths, rejoicing at the lack of
constraint, at the same time Mrs. Murphy pushed the bra
straps off her shoulders. The bra quickly joined her
blouse, bunched up around the now totally nude girl's
wrists.
The old woman knew she didn't have much time. There
was bound to be someone that would want to use the
restroom and ruin her fun. So, she had to move a little
faster than normal. Quickly, she grabbed the young
woman's breasts and squeezed the firm young flesh
between her fingers. When the only reaction she got was
a sweet low moan, she began to tease Athena's nipples
until the girl started to wiggle around on the counter
and automatically moved her shoulders back to push her
marvelous chest towards the delighted old woman.
What was happening to her? Athena wondered. Her head
was now spinning out of control, and her tits felt like
someone was really playing with them, especially her
nipples. Her nipples seemed to have a mind of their own.
They had never felt so hard or alive. She could even
feel her pussy getting wet! That's not what she needed
now, with this woman standing right in front of her
trying to button her blouse. Athena tried to reconnect
with the real world, but found it very hard to do so.
She tried briefly to open her eyes but the harsh light
blinded her again and made her feel even dizzier. She
knew she had to get dressed and back to her seat, before
she was too dizzy to stand up.
"Please hurry! I'm getting a little dizzy for some
reason," Athena said almost to low for the woman to
heard.
"Just about got it. Now if you would stand up, we can
see what we can do about your panties and skirt."
"Oh, thank you." Mrs. Murphy told her the blouse was
done, and that was good enough for her.
Eyes still closed, Athena tried to stand, but she
teetered forward against the old woman in front of her,
and left her bra and blouse behind her on the floor.
"Oops a daisy," Mrs. Murphy said.
Athena could feel the old woman wrap her arms around
her waist and spin her around. Athena didn't even sense
that now the old woman was in the center of the restroom
and she was outside of her, facing the open doorway,
without a stitch of clothing on but her sexy little
pumps. She sensed that if the old woman had let go of
her, she would certainly have toppled over. As she had
always know, Mrs. Murphy was truly her guardian angel!
Mrs. Murphy took one hand and skillfully ran it down
the befuddled reporter's shapely buttocks, then between
her legs, and rested it directly on her vulva.
Athena's mind clear for an instant from the touch.
"Oh! What are you doing?" she gasped in surprise.
"Be quiet child. You wouldn't want me to put your
panties on with you being so wet would you?" the old
woman said as she quickly slid one finger in the steaming
girl's pussy.
As quickly as her mind had cleared, it fogged over
again. The old woman was right, of course. If she put
her panties on when she was so wet, they would be so
uncomfortable. The woman was so nice to be helping her
like this.
"Thanks," Athena answered. She moved forward slightly
and was now standing right in the lavatory's open
doorway. If anyone had come across the scene, they would
have seen a naked young woman standing in the doorway of
an airplane restroom arching her back. They wouldn't
have seen an old woman behind her, smiling as her slid
two more fingers inside the girl's grasping pussy,
fucking her slowly.
Mrs. Murphy worked her fingers into the girl's pussy
with perfect motion. Athena never knew why she was
getting wetter instead of drier as the woman helped her.
All she knew was she was getting even dizzier and her
breathing was becoming more staggered. If there wasn't a
kind old woman behind her trying to help her, she would
swear there was something moving in and out of her pussy.
Athena had to lean forward, she was getting so dizzy.
Bending forward at the waist, with her hands on her
knees, she breathed deeply, trying to clear her head and
ignore the powerful sensation that was rapidly building
between her legs.
Seeing the naked girl bend over was just too perfect,
thought Mrs. Murphy. The old woman gently pushed on the
small of the girl's back until she took two steps
forward. Now the pretty young woman was halfway out the
doorway, bent over, her naked top half hanging out into
the aisle, with her pretty breasts pointing down at the
floor. It gave anyone who cared a lovely look at the
topless Athena.
"You'll need to bend a little lower," Mrs. Murphy
ordered, as she pushed the girl's shoulders down. All
Athena knew was that she had to obey, so she slowly bent
forward until she lost her balance and ended up with her
hands flat on the floor. Now she was almost completely
in the hall outside the lavatory. The only thing hidden
was a small part of her behind. No one could see Mrs.
Murphy standing behind the girl, plunging three fingers
in and out of Athena's pretty blonde muff.
The old woman put her free hand between the girl's
legs and rubbed Athena's clit as she continued her slow
fucking of the girl's pussy.
"OH!" gasped her astonished naked prey.
The blood ran quickly to Athena's head, making her
more dizzy than ever. The terrific pressure building
between her legs was making her weak at the knees.
Slowly but surely she sank toward the floor, until she
was on her hands and knees, panting like a dog.
Mrs. Murphy gave the girl's vulnerable clit one gentle
pinch. The blood shot straight to her pussy as her whole
body shook violently with the orgasm.
"AAAAHHHHHH!" the overwhelmed reporter cried as her
body helplessly arched over the floor. Athena Valentine
then slumped to the floor on her stomach, and fainted.
The Nanny: Part Three
The old woman licked Athena's still flowing vaginal
fluids off her fingers, and smiled. It was so much
sweeter when they were pretty, the old woman thought.
She moved to the unconscious Athena's side and gently
flipped her over onto her back. Mrs. Murphy took a
moment to savor the exquisite sight of the beautiful nude
sprawled helpless on the dirty airplane carpet, her
secret fluids still pooling on the carpet between her
wide-spread legs. If she never took another girl, this
victory would be enough to last for her few remaining
years.
She bent down to drag Athena back into the lavatory.
Before she did though, she looked up and down the aisle
to see if anyone was lucky enough to the naked girl's
sexy little exhibition. On both sides of the short hall,
sweaty faces, both male and female, lined the corners.
Mrs. Murphy immediately recognized them as her fellow
business-class passengers. "Why, those cunning devils,"
she thought gleefully. "They must have been secretly
watching me and the girl all the time."
The old woman smiled kindly at each side. This is
something they'll never forget either, she thought,
laughing, as she dragged the unconscious Athena back into
the lavatory by her feet.
Mrs. Murphy happily cleaned the girl as best she
could. She gave Athena's luscious nipples one more
little tug before putting on the bra and blouse. She
then dipped her fingers into the young woman's pussy and
swirled them around, wetting them. She just had to taste
the sweet nectar one more time. The old woman licked the
juice from her fingers, still amazed at how pure Athena's
cunt was. Sighing, she finished dressing the girl,
putting on her panties and skirt, then left her, still
unconscious, sitting on the toilet.
Feeling the success of a job well done, she strutted
proudly back to her seat.
Athena eyes popped open. Whit a panicked look, she
put her hands down to cover her crotch, thinking she was
still naked. She was tremendously relieved to find that
she was now completely dressed. It had all just been a
terrible, fantastic dream! She wasn't trapped half-naked
in the bathroom at all.
Just to make sure, she checked everything: blouse,
skirt, panties, and bra. She had them all, and in good
condition, too. Except her panties, which were a little
damp in the crotch band.
"God. It had all seemed so real, too," she thought.
She would have sworn that she had actually been naked
only a few minutes ago. "Wow!" she said. "No more
airline champagne!" Her pussy did feel a little funny,
and her nipples were slightly hard, but they always did
that whenever she drank.
Athena was happy to see that when she got up she
wasn't dizzy anymore. In fact, except for feeling
surprisingly tired, she felt rather good. She looked in
the mirror and was shocked at how messy she looked.
"Well, what did you expect after hiding out in a
lavatory for God knows how long," she told her
reflection. She reached down and straightened
her blouse, then ran her fingers through her hair. She
looked a little better, but she'd be happier when they
landed and she could get to her luggage and change out of
her clothes. They felt dirty to her for some reason.
Walking back to her seat, she passed one of the
business-class passengers, a smart-looking business woman
in her 40s who seemed to be staring at her. The look on
her face made Athena feel like she was naked. She
blushed and instinctively brought one arm up to cover her
breasts and the other she hung down in front of her
crotch. She could even feel the stranger still staring
at her long after she had passed her.
"Well, hi there," chirped Mrs. Murphy, smiling up
at the girl. "I thought you'd died in there. I almost
had the stewardess go to see if you were all right."
"That was Mrs. Murphy all over," thought Athena as she
smiled back at her guardian angle. "Always watching out
for me."
Athena told the grinning old woman, "You needn't have
worried. I wasn't gone that long. Only for a few
minutes, I'm sure," she answered.
"No, dear. You've been gone for almost two hours."
"Are you sure?" Athena replied, shocked she had been
sitting in there for so long.
"Quite sure."
It must have been that drink, she thought. "I must
have fallen asleep in there, " she said trying to laugh
as she said it. She had never done that before and it
worried her.
"Well, don't let it concern you. Have a seat, we'll
be landing in about three hours or so," Mrs. Murphy said
helpfully, getting up so that Athena could pass.
She was relieved that the woman finally allowed her to
pass. Athena felt completely exhausted. She was in no
mood to have the woman's hands on her again, ever! All
she wanted to do was collapse in her own chair, and sleep
for the remainder of the fight.
Just before she drifted off, she carefully checked all
her clothing under the blanket, just to make sure she
really wasn't missing anything.
Sighing, she quietly said to herself, "I'll sure be
glad when this flight is over!"
"My God," she thought, as she reviewed her recent
association with her unusual traveling companion. "I
hadn't realized just how confused the old woman actually
was!" It was truly amazing to her that Mrs. Murphy was
allowed to wander freely about the country like this.
"The crazy old loon belongs in a home!" she thought
bitterly.
Yet, in spite of everything that happened, Athena
found she still couldn't remain angry at her for very
long. At this point in the old woman's life, Athena knew
she was like a very young if dangerous child, and
therefore not really responsible for her actions. Yet,
her kindly personally, carried over from her younger
years, just refused to quit. She would try so hard to be
of help to her, and become so disappointed when it rarely
ever worked, that Athena's heart still flowed with
sympathy for the remarkable old woman.
Her last memory of her before sleeping was that of the
old woman sweetly telling her again that she would be
taking care of her all through the remainder of the
flight, and not to worry about a thing. How lucky could
she be, to have such a wonderful traveling companion, a
borderline dementia case if ever there was one, on her
first real assignment? No doubt about it, Mrs. Murphy
was going to make a great character!
She could only hope that her new employers, her new
family as Forthingill would rather say, would prove to be
equally colorful, if hopefully a little less confused and
certainly a lot less 'helpful.'
A short time later, Mrs. Murphy looked at her deeply
sleeping companion, and smiled. It was an intensely
cruel, wicked smile, and it would have scared anyone who
saw it. "Now," she thought. "Now we can begin, again."
She lifted up the blanket and saw that she was
completely dressed. "Don't people undress to sleep
anymore?" the old woman muttered. Well, now she would
have to do it all over again, she thought, as she removed
the blanket and placed it on the floor.
Mrs. Murphy had the beautiful Athena's blouse and
skirt off, and was in the process of pulling the girl's
opened bra down her arms when she felt something pressing
against her from the aisle. Turning, she saw the angry
face of a pretty stewardess hovering over hers.
"Is there something going on here?" the stewardess
quietly demanded, her hands on her hips. The small name
tag over her prominent left breast read 'Jenny Jones.'
The old woman stared boldly into the angry stewardess'
eyes as her left hand flashed up the unsuspecting woman's
skirt and pinched the tender, pouting flesh of her vulva
in a grip of iron. She watched confidently as Jenny's
eyes first registered shock and then pain as they began
filling with tears.
"Say nothing or you'll lose it!" Mrs. Murphy whispered
intensely as she tightened her grip on the stunned
stewardess's pain-filled crotch.
The cringing Jenny's head became a blur in agreement.
"My bitch and I would like some time to ourselves, if
you don't mind," hissed Mrs. Murphy. "Unless you'd care
to join us. Eh, dearie?" the leering ancient whispered
as she gave the stunned woman's sensitive flesh a gentle
message through her pantyhose. "No?" she said and gave
Jenny an extra hard squeeze before letting go.
The stewardess, holding onto her wounded crotch with
both hands, ran squealing up the aisle.
"Now we'll be left alone, my lovely," crooned Mrs.
Murphy softly to her sweetly sleeping prey as she
returned to her work. She replaced the girl's blanket to
avoid any further interruptions from busy-bodies. Soon
the old woman was once again happily at work undressing
and fondling the unaware reporter.
Athena woke up to the unaccustomed feel of her stiff
nipples rubbing on the rough airline blanket. "What a
dream!" she said.
She looked sleepily at the seat back in front of her
and saw with a shock of recognition her clothes all
neatly folded over the top. Not believing what she saw,
she looked under the blanket. "OH MY!" she gasped. "I'm
naked!"
That damned old woman had managed to take all of her
clothes off of her during the night.
"Mrs. Murphy!," she sputtered indignantly to the
grinning old crone, as she held her inadequate blanket
tightly around her. "What have you done?"
"Didn't want your nice clothes to get all wrinkled,
did ya?" Mrs. Murphy gibbered, a thin stream of saliva
trickling down the left corner of her mouth. "Can't
sleep in your clothes, 'taint right! So, I fixed you up,
yes ma'am, that I did."
Athena looked around her in horror. It was already
morning, and in the sun-lit cabin the stewardesses were
clearing everyone's breakfast things and generally
preparing the cabin for the plane's final decent into
Chicago.
Athena knew she hadn't a moment to loose! She
couldn't even go to one of the rest rooms, not in this
blanket. So, she had to get dressed right here in the
seat. She let go of her blanket to carefully reach up
and grab the pile of her clothes from the top of the seat
in front of her.
Athena let out a stifled squeal as Mrs. Murphy said,
"Here, let me help you," and pulled the blanket
completely from her body.
"No!" Athena gasped as she dropped her clothes to the
floor and silently fought the old woman for possession of
her only covering. She finally pulled the blanket from
the grasp of the hurt-looking old woman and carefully
tucked it around her naked body once again.
The small blanket would merely cover her front and
sides, so she could only lean over very slightly to avoid
showing too much of her bare skin while she searched for
her things. She lowered her right arm as far as she
could and started desperately to feel the floor around
her seat for her missing clothes.
"Oh, no!" she breathed. To her horror, she found
that, during her unbelievable struggle with Mrs. Murphy,
her clothes had been scattered all over the cabin floor.
She had just thankfully found her skirt and blouse and
was in the process of looking for her underwear when she
felt a familiar bump.
She looked out of her window and saw the runway
racing by. "Oh, God!" she moaned. They were already on
the ground and she was still naked underneath the
blanket.
She had to get dressed, she just had to!
Athena picked up her blouse and clumsily got into it
underneath the blanket. By the strange way it fitted,
she knew she had gotten the buttons wrong again but at
that point she didn't care as she slipped her skirt up
her legs. Rising slightly, she pulled her skirt over her
hips as the plane came to a stop at their gate's extended
walkway. The passengers were all standing now,
retrieving their luggage from the overhead compartments
as Athena swiftly tucked her mis-buttoned blouse into
her skirt and fastened it.
Mrs. Murphy swiftly gathered her things and, with a
hurried "Bye, now!" to her distressed companion, quickly
scuttled out of her seat and left the cabin with the
other passengers.
Athena looked around frantically for the rest of her
things, but could only find her shoes. All of her other
clothes were not to be found anywhere. She thought of
asking one of the kind stewardesses for help, but was too
embarrassed. She waited in her seat until the passengers
had all left and started searching the other rows for her
missing things.
A stewardess walked over to where she was frantically
searching.
"Did you lose something, Miss?"
"Uh, no! Nothing at all!" Athena cried, blushing at
the thought of how undressed she felt without her
underthings. "I was just... Uh, just making sure I
hadn't forgotten anything, that's all."
"Fine. You must leave the plane now, miss. If you
find anything missing, you can always check with the
airline's 'lost and found' office located just outside
the baggage claim area."
"Yes, thank you." Athena gathered up her purse from
the seat pocket and her jacket from the overhead
compartment. Carrying her blazer, she dejectedly walked
out of the aircraft and down the long empty corridor of
the walkway. She was acutely conscious of the
unaccustomed movement of her breasts underneath her
wrongly buttoned prime white blouse, the painful rubbing
of her nipples against the heavily starched material.
Once inside the terminal, she could feel the cooled air
against her bare legs and even up her short skirt!
She had to retrieve her suitcases and find some undies
before she did anything else.
Inside the deserted passenger reception area, she
found that only she and a rather severe-looking young
woman dressed in a chauffeur's uniform were left in the
area. Athena looked over the confusing array of signs to
try and figure out how to find the baggage area but was
still so distressed over what had just happened to her
that she failed miserably. She was getting ready to have
a good cry when the woman came over to her and held up a
sign with "A. Valentine" neatly printed in bold black
letters across the white surface of the sign.
"Athena?" the woman hesitantly asked.
Holding back her tears, Athena managed to quietly sob
out a faint, "Yes?"
"Thank goodness it's you. I was beginning to think I
had missed you. I'm Becky. I'm the driver from the
Devereux estate. I'm your ride."
Without hesitation, the sobbing Athena, overcome with
relief, dropped her things and threw her arms tightly
around her rescuer.
"Whoa! Bad trip, uh?" the woman asked dryly as she
dropped her sign and placed her arms firmly around the
back of the sobbing woman. She pressed Athena tightly
towards her, enjoying the feel of the firm proud breasts
against hers. She felt Athena's back and confirmed that
this supposedly proper young thing was not wearing a bra.
Athena continued to cry into the woman's shoulder as
Becky's hands moved down the weeping reporter's back and
came to rest on her firm, thrusting buttocks. Using a
little more care than before, Becky moved her hands
contentedly over the magnificent ass, and was surprised
to discover that this tasty looking cupcake wasn't
wearing any panties either. No underwear of any kind,
come to that. And her blouse had obviously been buttoned
in haste.
"Wait until Mrs. D. hears about this," the delighted
Becky thought. "She may want to step things up a bit."
"What a terrible way to start!" Athena wailed to
herself. "I must get back into my character and
quickly." She finally got a grip on her runaway emotions
and tried to become the cool reporter once again.
When Athena finished crying, Becky took her to the
baggage claim area.
On the way, Athena darted into the first rest room she
saw to relieve herself and fix her blouse. When she was
in the stall, the reporter was surprised to find that her
pubic hair and inner thighs were covered with some dried,
sticky substance. Not sure how she managed to spill
something (the champagne?) there of all places, she
daintily cleaned herself off and left the stall. At a
sink she carefully washed her hands and the drying tears
from her face before she rejoined the patiently waiting
Becky outside the rest room.
"Feeling better?" Becky asked.
"Oh, yes. Much better," Athena truthfully replied,
her natural enthusiasm returning to her.
As they walked to the baggage area, Athena could not
help being aware of her body under her clothes. Never
before had she been wearing her regular clothes without
underwear. Even at home she was always properly dressed.
She was acutely conscious of everything, from the
rubbing of her naked thighs, to the slight movement of
her firm breasts underneath her blouse. Especially bad
were the maddening sensations coming from her very erect
nipples after their continuous rubbing on the heavily
starched material. The longer she walked, the more they
rubbed and the additional rubbing just seem to make them
even more erect, even more sensitive.
Athena found herself quite breathless when they
finally reached the baggage area. She was too
embarrassed to tell Becky about it, because then she
would have to tell her why. It was, after all, about her
private, secret places and not for anyone else to know
about, even someone she liked as much as Becky. Her
mother had taught her far too well for that.
After retrieving her two modest suitcases, Athena
said, "I need to visit the rest room again before we
leave."
"Your plane was late getting in, and we were due back
two hours ago. I thought you already took care of
business. So, what's up?"
"Well, yes, but I...I still really need to find one.
It will just take a moment. Please?" Athena implored.
She just couldn't tell her that she had somehow lost all
of her underwear because of some senile old woman she had
met on the flight. She just couldn't!
"Look, Athena. We are so late right now it's not even
funny." Becky took the agitated nanny by the arm and
started to head for the exit. "We must leave
immediately, otherwise I could lose my job. Okay?
Besides, you can always change or do whatever, any time
after we arrive at the estate in about two hours."
"Oh, I wouldn't want you to lose your job, Becky,"
Athena said a little breathlessly, trying to remember to
stay in character. "Of course let's go now. It...it
wasn't all that important, anyhow."
The Nanny: Part Four
Athena found the ride from the airport in the smaller
of the family's limousines to be truly wonderful. Not
only did it give her strangely agitated body a chance to
calm down for a few hours in absolute comfort, she had
her first glimpse of the fabled city of Chicago.
Okay, so it wasn't quite like she imagined it would
be. Between Becky's high-speed driving and the pouring
rain she hardly had a chance to see the city from the
freeway on their way north from the airport, but at least
she had finally arrived for her first undercover
assignment. She realized that she was not here as a
tourist, and that she had a very important task to
perform. However, when her assignment was complete,
Athena promised herself two weeks of downtown excitement.
She thought of the journal in her purse, and ached with
the need to record her first impressions of the city, but
decided to wait instead. "Can't be suspicious," she
thought. So Athena contentedly watched the scenery blur
by her window, as Becky explained to her all about the
city's legendary rapid transit system over the car's
interphone.
One hour and forty-five minutes later, her eyes full
of wonder, Athena watched as the limousine drove through
the imposing, opened wrought-iron gates and up a long
curving, tree-lined drive.
It was the Devereux home, and Athena's mouth went dry.
"Whoa!" she whispered as the limo slid smoothly to a stop
in front of the vast Tudor-style mansion. "What am I
getting myself into here?"
Becky jumped out of the front and briskly walked back
to where Athena was still sitting, stunned.
"People actually live here?" she breathlessly wondered
when Becky opened her door.
"Not just people, Athena," Becky said softly as she
helped the dazed reporter out of the limo. "You live
here, now."
They retrieved her suitcases from the trunk and, with
each person carrying one, walked towards the entrance,
Becky placing a sisterly arm around Athena's waist.
Athena was still so busy taking it all in that she
didn't notice that Becky's sisterly hand on her waist had
quickly slid down to her right buttock.
"Today you get to use the front door. Tomorrow and
forever after, you'll be expected to use the side
entrance by the garage like the rest of the help, so
don't forget," Becky instructed, gently squeezing the
firm buttock in emphasis.
"Oh, don't worry. I'll be sure to remember," Athena
said eagerly, still unaware of Becky's wandering hand.
As they went up the wide steps leading to the tall
double-doors, they opened and a well-tailored woman came
out.
"We're getting the full treatment today, girl. That's
Mrs. Devereux, come to greet the fresh mea..., er, the
newest member of the staff," said Becky, as she furtively
removed her hand from Athena's bottom just as Athena
whipped her head around to look suspiciously behind her.
"No, it couldn't be," she muttered. For a moment she
had the most foolish thought that Becky was touching her
behind. "Wow! I must be more nervous than I thought!"
Athena thought the front doors to the house must be
enormous, because they made her new employer look so
tiny. When they went up to her, Athena realized that she
wasn't just small, she was very small. Mrs. Devereux was
in fact the smallest woman Athena had ever seen. She
couldn't have been over four and a half feet in height,
yet she was perfectly proportioned and quite beautiful.
There was a vague oriental cast to her features that
Athena couldn't quite place, but she understood that
would probably account for the woman's height.
"Our new nanny. How darling!" gushed Mrs. Devereux,
her black glowing eyes burning with lust at the sight of
her family's latest plaything.
In her excitement, Athena had forgotten about her lack
of underwear. By the time she reached the top of the
stairs the unaccustomed rubbing of her body under her
clothes had made her breathless as her naughty nipples
tried to poke holes in the front of her blouse. She
wanted desperately to stop and get her breath as well
as her chest back under control but Becky kept urging
her forward toward the tiny Mrs. Devereux.
By the time they reached the waiting woman, two other
normal sized and surprisingly striking young women
wearing black satin maid uniforms had come out of the
house and were standing respectfully on either side of
and slightly behind Mrs. Devereux, towering over her.
Athena tried not to laugh at the ridiculous sight, but
still couldn't help smiling as she placed her suitcase
and large handbag on the ground and moved to formally
greet her new employer.
"I like a girl with a sense of humor," Mrs. Devereux
said quietly, eyes glittering. "I am Devereux. Welcome
to my home."
Terribly embarrassed at making such a bad first
impression, Athena sputtered, "It's just that... that I'm
so happy to be here."
Athena was surprised when Mrs. Devereux suddenly
reached around her with both of her small arms and took
her in a full hug. She decided she had better start
playing along and returned the hug. Athena found it hard
not to squirm as Mrs. Devereux held her firmly by her
behind, with her face pressing almost directly onto her
stomach.
"Oh!" she unconsciously gasped as Mrs. Devereux's
hands moved freely over her skirt-covered buttocks.
"People do have some strange customs," she thought.
"Better not say anything about it now. Need to fit in
with the family routine first."
She saw the two servants disappear inside the house
with her bags and purse. She suddenly remembered about
her secret journal still located in her handbag. "Damn!
I must remember to be more careful with that," she
thought, berating herself.
She knew she couldn't make a move for her purse now,
not with out calling attention to what was inside.
In her anxiety over her journal, Athena didn't notice
how Mrs. Devereux surreptitiously slide down and for a
brief, glorious moment had pressed her face directly onto
the unsuspecting reporter's vulva and breathed deeply of
the heady aroma of fresh pussy!
"OH!" Athena gasped again as she felt something press
against her sex. She looked down to find her new
employer looking inquisitively directly up at her between
the valley of her jutting breasts.
"I notice you don't use panties or a bra," Devereux
said to the deeply blushing woman, her hands still
moving comfortably over Athena's firm buttocks. "That's
good. We don't use them here, either. Just cuts off the
circulation."
"I, ah. I lost...," Athena mumbled, at a total loss
of how to continue, the hands on her trembling buttocks
proving to be a terrible distraction.
"Thank you, Becky. You may put the car away now."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Oh, no!" the agitated reporter thought as she watched
a grinning Becky return to the limo and disappear with it
around the side of the house, leaving her alone with her
strange new employer. "What have I gotten myself into?"
She couldn't tell Mrs. Devereux what had happened to
her on the plane, it was simply too embarrassing. Yet,
she just couldn't go around without anything on
underneath all the time! She just couldn't! Especially
if she always touched people like this. It would make
her crazy!
"No need to explain, my dear. We run a very relaxed
household here, and in your off time you can dress as
lightly as you please," Mrs. Devereux said matter-of-
factly. Much more quietly, she added, "Or not at
all if you choose."
Athena was glad to hear that dress was informal here
at the estate. She had never considered herself a
clothes-horse anyway, and for some reason she didn't
understand was becoming quite anxious to put on a nice,
heavy set of jeans and a very loose top.
Mrs. Devereux turned and, with one arm still tightly
Around the young agitated woman's waist, began to lead
Athena into the house. "Come, my dear. Let me show you
to your suite."
Mrs. Devereux took Athena up to her third floor suite
of rooms. Athena was impressed. She had stayed at four-
star hotels with less luxury. As the live-in nanny, she
had her own sitting room, kitchenette, bedroom with a
king-sized bed and walk-in closet, and a full bath. The
huge marble bathtub was fitted with various underwater
nozzles and their gold-plated controls lined the tub.
In fact, the entire third floor had been designed
strictly for the needs of the children. The children's
bedrooms, indoor play areas, and even a classroom were
all conveniently located down the hall from her rooms.
Mrs. Devereux warned her that, in spite of the size of
the house, they were sometimes short on beds and her
eldest daughter was forced to stay in the nanny suite
from time to time.
Athena saw that her suitcases had already been
unpacked and her clothes neatly put away. She saw her
purse but didn't want to make a scene over it while Mrs.
Devereux was there with her.
"Mrs. Devereux, I feel absolutely wilted after that
long flight. Mind if I take a fast shower before seeing
the rest of your magnificent house? I would really
appreciate it. I could meet you downstairs in ten
minutes."
"That will not be necessary. Just take your time, and
come down when you are ready."
"Thank you!" Athena gratefully replied and walked
quickly over to her dresser. She grabbed the first
matching panties and bra she could find and dashed into
the bathroom. She quickly removed what was left of her
traveling outfit and hung everything neatly on gleaming
brass clothes hooks located along the walls. Athena
thankfully relieved herself and then took a long shower
to wash away the heavy strain of travel.
Only wearing one of her cute new sets of bra and
panties, the refreshed Athena checked herself one last
time in the bathroom's full-length mirror. She was
washed, dried, combed, powdered, scented, and ready to go
to work.
"Not bad, considering the way the day's been going,"
she murmured. She always felt self-conscious when she
looked into a mirror, as if she and that beautiful woman
looking back at her could not possibly be the same person
she knew herself to be. Ever since she had blossomed out
at 14, Athena was a little at odds with her body, with
all of its lush curves and bulges, and all of the
inherent if unwanted sensuality and popularity those
curves and bulges brought with them. Even now, scrubbed
sweet and clean after her shower, she still felt sexy.
"It's the lavender underwear, of course," she thought.
"Must be."
Just as well that she was completely alone, and no one
could see her dressed like this. She blushed as she
though of someone from the staff walking in on her right
now and seeing her so exposed in her decidedly skimpy
underwear.
"Brrr!" she said shivering suddenly. She wondered if
it was right to be dressed like this, with all of that
bare skin she was showing. They would surely think her a
slut if they did see her now, that's for sure. Still,
like the girl at the store told her when she bought them,
that's why it's called underwear, isn't it? No one's
supposed to see you in them, unless of course you wanted
them to.
Well, she certainly did not want that to happen, ever!
Even so, she did want to act like her bimbo sister
instead of a respectable journalist, didn't she? So, she
realized that, however reluctantly, to keep her cover
some sacrifices must be called for on her part. Athena
chuckled at the thought of having to behave like her
ridiculous, brain-dead sister.
"Some nanny!" she said and made a face at the mirror.
It was a nice set of lingerie, she admitted to
herself, if a bit risqu in keeping with her teen cover.
Besides, a special assignment like this required nice new
underwear.
She knew she looked very good in the narrow French-cut
lavender bikini panties and low-cut bra, with everything
bordered in wonderful lace. Her underwear were the best
she could buy and she was proud of them, even if they did
put a serious dent into her clothes budget. She just
wished they would not make her feel so darn sexy. It was
not something she had anticipated when she bought them,
she simply wanted to look the part, had checked the
sizes, and that was that. In fact, she only got them
because once to her astonishment she found her younger
sister prancing around their home one entire Saturday
when their parents were gone in a set just like this.
After what had happened this morning, the last thing
Athena wanted to feel right now was sexy. "There's
time," she told her reflection. "I'll just do a quick
change, that's all."
She was about to undo her bra, when an uneasy feeling
suddenly overcame her and made her stop. Even though she
knew she was alone in her new suite and that she was
perfectly safe, Athena decided to stay dressed until she
located a more sensible set of underwear. The young
reporter could not really put her finger on it, but
something told her that it would be better if she stayed
dressed as much as possible, at least for the first few
days.
Athena looked again at the lush figure in the mirror.
That body looking back at her still did not seem right.
It was the body of a model, or an actress, but not of a
dedicated undercover journalist.
Undercover journalist! Oh, my God! She had been so
lost in her own reflection that she had completely
forgotten she was on an assignment!
"Mrs. Devereux!" Athena cried in alarm, when she
suddenly remembered who was waiting for her.
She flung open the bathroom door and flew out of the
room, only to come skidding to an astonished stop.
"Mrs. Devereux!" she cried again, this time because
there was the woman herself in her bedroom, and she was
not alone.
"Hello," said her employer.
Mrs. Devereux and about ten servants had all of her
closets and drawers open and were calmly going through
her things. Even the contents of her purse had been
dumped onto the bed. Athena was going to strongly
protest this incredible invasion of her privacy when she
noticed something odd about the servants, who were all
remarkably pretty. It was the first time she really
noticed what they were wearing. They were all dressed
the same, wearing a conservative black satin maid outfit
with white apron and black stockings, yet with a tight
mini-skirt which gave them a surprisingly erotic
appearance. They were of varying ages, and all of their
hair had the same distinct short cut, as if it too were
part of their uniform.
"Oh my!" the surprised Athena gasped when everyone
turned to look at her and she remembered what she herself
was wearing. Her indignation was quickly forgotten as
she cringed and tried to cover herself with her hands and
arms.
"Come here, Athena," Mrs. Devereux firmly ordered. "I
would like you to meet some of your new co-workers."
"Could I get dressed first, please? It will just take
a second," Athena pleaded as she moved quickly toward a
closet.
"Come here now," Mrs. Devereux quietly commanded, the
normally hidden steel now very apparent in her voice.
"Yes, ma'am," Athena meekly replied and, still
covering herself, went over to her employer.
"Ladies, this is Athena Valentine. She is to be our
new nanny. You are to treat her as one of the family.
Now, introduce yourselves and make her feel welcome.
Athena, when you are finished here, come to the first
floor library and I'll join you there, okay?"
"Yes, ma'am."
The women eagerly crowded around the unsuspecting
Athena as Mrs. Devereux departed. The new nanny was
somewhat intimidated at first at the sudden closeness of
these vocal strangers, but their natural friendliness and
obvious desire to welcome her into their group soon
melted any reservations she may have felt about their
close presence. She became quite flattered in fact from
all of the attention, because it appeared that everyone
wanted to introduce themselves and talk with her at the
same time. "They really want me to feel at home here,"
she thought gratefully. She must remember that she was
the stranger here, not they. As they taught her
repeatedly in nanny school, it was her job to fit in with
them, no matter how strange they might seem to her, and
not the other way around.
The fact that she was standing there almost completely
undressed did not appear to bother anyone, which was
fortunate, because the way they all wanted to hold her by
her hands and arms in greeting, she couldn't cover
herself at all.
The odd thing was, as she talked, she was sure she
felt hands start to play with the back retaining strap of
her bra and the thin elastic waistband on the back of her
panties. She hardly noticed it at first, thinking it was
just an occasional accident. She finally realized with
consternation that they were somehow fascinated by her
new lavender underwear! They were nice pieces, but
still! She just could not understand what these women
found so fascinating about them. Someone was always
tugging on them, or running their hands along the edge of
the material, as if they were clerks checking for a
proper fit or a bad seam. It was becoming very
embarrassing!
She soon discovered that it was not just her exotic
underwear that attracted interest. Hands circled her
bare waist and ran up and down her exposed rib cage,
causing her to loose her breath whenever it happened.
Someone even started to brush her beautiful hair, because
they couldn't believe how thick and heavy it was.
Athena could not help but be flattered by all this
attention, even if it was overwhelming at times. It was
certainly more attention then she ever received as a
reporter or at school, but still she could not help but
feel that things were starting to become a little out of
control. It was all so distracting! She soon had no
idea what was going on around her, and was having trouble
following the conversation of the latest person she had
been introduced to.
Worse was the jumping. She just couldn't help it!
Try as she might to keep from doing so, every time
someone touched her bare skin or gave her a particularly
sharp pull on her brief clothes, she did an involuntary
sexy little jump, which naturally caused her sensitive
breasts to bounce and her exposed buttocks to quiver.
Trouble was, those women were touching her and pulling on
her clothes all the time! Oh God! She worried for a
moment at the unintentional show she must be putting on
for everyone, then relaxed. Thank goodness there were
only female-staff members here. They certainly would not
be noticing (or caring if they did notice) about such
things.
Which was just as well, because Athena found herself
jerking so much that the maids kept asking if there was
anything the matter and was she were all right! She was
terribly flustered! They must think that she had some
sort of nervous disorder or something.
The fact was, Athena was feeling rather strange at the
moment. She was getting the oddest tingles from her
practically bare body! It was all of that friendly
touching, of course. She simply was not used to it. The
brief time she had spent with Mrs. Devereux and even that
friendly driver, Becky, had affected her in the most
remarkable way. Although she hated to think about it,
even the horrible Mrs. Murphy, with all of her senile
fumbling who repeatedly touched and then stripped her
naked in a airplane, had definitely bothered her in some
way.
As the introductions continued, hands slipped farther
into Athena's tight panties. Her increasingly dazed mind
could only wonder what in God's name they could be
looking for in there? Drugs? It was just her after all.
Couldn't they tell that?
Others meanwhile were holding and pulling on her bra
straps and cups, inadvertently causing her covered,
bouncing breasts to expand and contract repeatedly in the
most delightful way in their cups, almost as if they were
being continuously squeezed. The women were just testing
the bra's construction of course, but why that was so
important to them the reporter had no idea.
God only knew what they wanted inside her panties or
with her bra! Just what in hell did they want, anyway?
To embarrass her? If so, it was working! She was
feeling terribly embarrassed, with all of those playful
hands constantly toying with her poor underwear.
She was going to say to something again, then decided
not to. Athena was so confused. She did not know what
she was supposed to do any more. What if they were doing
this for another reason, and not just to humiliate her on
her first day. Perhaps they knew something about women's
undergarments that she did not, possible defects in their
manufacture, and there was a story in it. Wouldn't that
be great? But what if she spoiled it all by making a
scene and they would have nothing more to do with her?
It was all so weird! The more they touched her, the
more her mind clouded until she was frequently only aware
of her electrified body and nothing else. What was
happening? Athena simply could not understand it. Here
she was, half-undressed in the center of a group of
women, with their hands all over her, yet she didn't dare
do anything about it. What could she accuse them of,
being interested in what she was wearing, or of being too
friendly? Talk about being foolish! Besides, what else
could they possibly want of her? What could they want?
As a brand-new employee, to do anything against any of
the members of her new household now at the time of first
introductions would probably create the worst scene of
all time. At nanny school they had horrified her with
tales of recent hires being rejected from very nice homes
within the first week, simply because they could not fit
in with the household. Rejected, just like that!
Athena was sure she would be out in the street soon
after, thrown out of this fabulous estate as some
hysterical, trouble-making female. How could she ever
explain that to her disappointed editor, or to herself?
She was after all a college graduate and a properly
trained professional nanny. She simply must learn to
deal with the unusual for the sake of her precious
assignment as an undercover nanny. Nothing must
jeopardize that. Nothing must come between her and her
rightful destiny. Not a thing! It was her ticket to
big-time journalism and absolutely nothing, especially
some minor embarrassments like this, was going to stop
her from using it.
Helpless to protect herself, Athena could feel her
panties being slowly pulled higher and higher over her
hips. She was sure her ass were becoming more and more
exposed as the material went between her buttocks, while
at the same time the slick crotchband was digging
increasingly deeper into her tingling vulva, pressing
tightly against the throbbing clit. When she thought the
pressure against her sex was finally too great and she
would surely cum, fingers would find their way into her
leg-holes and slowly pull everything out again, leaving
her truly breathless at such intimate contact. She was
grateful, of course, for the thoughtfulness of someone in
fixing her panties for her, but why the fingers had to
linger over her trembling buttocks for so long the
increasingly distressed Athena had no idea! She was also
almost positive that even her heated sex was accidentally
touched sometimes, and she had to bite her lower lip to
keep from crying out whenever she thought it happened!
Even so, as humiliating as it was for people to be
adjusting her panties like this, at least these people
thought enough of her to ensure that her privates were
not constantly being left hanging out! That is, until
her panties worked their way up her hips and started the
whole ridiculous thing all over again!
Her breasts were feeling tight within their thin
protective cups, while her out-of-control nipples were
trying desperately to pierce holes right through them!
It didn't help that someone was always accidentally
brushing her erect breast tips with a hand, or, (worse)
when someone happened to give one of her cups a tug and
inadvertently got some of her sensitive nipple-flesh
along with it.
Such things were always happening to her proud bust,
especially in a crowd like this one, and Athena realized
reluctantly that such accidents truly unavoidable,
regardless of how embarrassing they might be to her
personally. "At least this can't go on forever," she
thought hopefully.
But it did! She worried about the size of the staff
at the Devereux estate. It must be enormous,
considering the number of women and girls she was being
introduced to. The problem was that every one of them
felt compelled to inspect Athena's new sexy underwear!
Not only that, but some had knelt all around her and
were running their hands up and down her smooth legs, all
the way up to the very tops of her thighs!
Athena was trying to talk with Rose, a pretty middle-
aged woman who was the head of the household staff. She
was attempting to find out what it was like to work here
when a silly tug-of-war broke out over her panties.
Those looking at the front would pull, then those looking
at the back would pull in return. Her panties had again
worked their way deep between her buttocks and the
swollen lips of her heated sex. Her bra had meanwhile
finally been pulled out far enough that her poor breasts
were able to escape from their confinement and were
thrusting proudly into the cool air of the room, while
her bra cups now rested uncomfortably around her neck.
She knew she was terribly revealed by now, but the worst
part was how her body was reacting to all of this. Her
exposed nipples were amazingly hard bullets which were
translating the slightest touch into mind-bending
sensations, while down below the slick crotchband of her
sawing panties was rubbing continuously against her erect
clitoris, and Athena, the sweat running down the sides of
her face, had to fight fiercely to keep from cumming!
Terrified, she was suddenly sure that she was being
groped by a group of degenerate cultists or something.
Her body trembled as her befuddled mind worried about
what was to happen next: a climax, death or both.
Unable to help herself, Athena prepared to scream and
run for her life when, all at once, it was over. She
noticed that she was suddenly alone. The women had all
said their cheerful good-byes and left.
She continued to stand there, her underwear still as
the mischievous maids had left them. The dazed reporter
was gasping at the edge of a massive unrealized climax.
She was so close to it that she felt she could explode at
any second!
"How could they leave me like this?" she muttered.
Torn between despair and need, she was afraid to move
less she trigger her own orgasm!
Athena was not so confidant now about what had just
occurred. It certainly wasn't some kind of sicko attack
that she had ever heard about. Even the limited stories
she heard about what happened when her college friends
went to fraternity parties at college didn't come close.
What was she getting so worried about? Nothing really
happened, did it? They said their 'hellos,' admired her
new underwear, and left. She told herself that they were
just friendly people welcoming her. She had gotten
worked up over nothing! How silly! It was all so
harmless and natural, and she would have been the perfect
fool if she had said anything about it!
"My God!" she said, terribly relieved. She had been
close to having hysterics like some Victorian maiden.
How could she have been so wrong about them? She just
needed to rest a moment and everything would be fine.
She must be still feeling the effects of traveling since
midnight, that's all.
Athena turned towards the bed and took a step. The
embedded crotchband of her panties rubbed against the
woman's engorged clitoris and the new nanny found herself
bent over with her hands clutching her crotch and having
the orgasm of her life!
"AAAHH!" she gasped in astonishment. She fell
helplessly on her right side to the thickly-carpeted
floor, too overwhelmed by the shocking torrent of
pleasure racing through her even to stand. She rolled
over onto her back and, with her knees up and her hands
still holding onto her wildly pulsating pussy, a stunned
Athena rode out the storm boiling within her.
Unable to resist any longer, the reporter coyly
slipped a single finger of her right hand past the
bunched material of her panties and into her empty
pulsating vagina, while her left slid over her spasming
body to tenderly hold her lonely right breast.
When she had recovered enough to be able to think
again, a disgusted Athena removed her offending hands,
raised her hips and swiftly pulled down the perverse
panties. Unfortunately, she didn't realize how very deep
they had become and their sudden departure from her
highly sensitized cunt caused her to climax a second
time.
"NOOOO!" she cried as the second orgasm burst within
her. With her forgotten panties halfway down her thighs
she tried to stand in panic, but got tangled up in them
and fell to the floor.
"OOOF!" she gasped as she lay on her back once again,
her hands holding her out-of-control sex. Her hands knew
what to do, and Athena closed her eyes and settled in to
enjoy the blessed relief of another unplanned climax.
A quiet cough made Athena's eyes pop open. She looked
around in horror and noticed Mrs. Devereux watching her
with shining eyes from the open bedroom door.
Athena's mouth opened to explain, but she was so
paralyzed in shock only a few croaking sounds emerged.
She prayed that the woman would not notice the fact that
did not have time to remove that lone finger from deep
inside of her spasming cunt, not to mention the hand
still lovingly holding her naked right breast!
"I wondered what was keeping you," Mrs. Devereux said
calmly. "Please do that on your own time, will you? My
schedule is rather full, and I do not have an unlimited
amount of time to spend waiting for my staff while they
play with themselves. That is what you are doing, isn't
it? Playing with yourself? Library. 10 minutes. Be
there."
The small woman turned on her heel, and left. It was
only when she met the maids in the hall outside of the
nanny suite that a small smile appeared on her face.
"Well done, my children," she told the happy crowd.
"Very well done. I'll let you know when you can finish
her. Now, back to work."
"Oh my God," Athena said to the empty room. "Oh my
God."
What that woman must think of her! She really needed
to calm down. She had just climaxed twice and she was
completely alone! Athena had done it to herself and she
wasn't even sure how. What the hell was the matter with
her today?
"What am I doing?" the reporter cried in horror when
she realized where her hands still were located. She
tore her hands away from her over-heated body.
Ever since she lost her clothes on the plane she had
been looking for villains everywhere, trying to find out
who was causing this constant sexual haze that kept
clouding her mind all day. She had to be more trusting
with these good people. She was, after all, the outsider
here, coming into a strange home with their own
established way of doing things. She had somehow gotten
herself so worked up worrying about what the household
staff might be up to that Mrs. Devereux now thinks that
she was a...a Masturbator!
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Athena said with feeling. How
could everything go so wrong so quickly? Oh God! Oh
God! It was incredibly humiliating to be found like
that, undressed while flat on her back and touching
herself! Even if it wasn't really her fault, it was
still a terrible first impression of her. She never did
anything like that. Well, hardly ever, anyway. But for
her new employer to catch her in so compromising a
position on the very first day...! "Shit!"
She might as well just paint 'SLUT' on her forehead
and be done with it!
She stood on weak and shaking legs and very carefully
took off her soiled bra and panties. She left them on
the floor and staggered into the bathroom, where she
quickly washed off the still-damp remains of her own
obscene secretions.
Cleaned off once again, and this time wearing one of
her much more sensible if older sets of underwear, Athena
again paused, this time with back to the mirror over her
bedroom dresser, to take stock of herself. She just
couldn't face herself right now.
Forthingill from nanny school was right. In fact, the
old girl had been correct all along. It was the nanny
who needed to fit into the family, and not the other way
around. She couldn't start putting her own values on
things, not yet anyway. She had to gain their trust
first, regardless of what small sacrifices this might
entail. Otherwise, she might be forced to go back to her
editor empty-handed, a failure at her first real
assignment as a reporter.
Athena knew she could never do that! She had endured
enough shame and humiliation to last a lifetime today,
and she had not really started her new job yet. Enough
was enough! She would do whatever it required to
complete this undercover assignment of hers, and let the
rest take care of itself. She would not let what had
happen today affect the remainder of her time here.
Athena realized that she would just have to prove to
everyone what kind of a good and decent person she really
was, even if it took her entire stay here to do it.
Having made her decision, Athena felt better. She
turned and looked at herself briefly, then went to her
closet and pulled out a nice pair of form-fitting
designer bell-bottom jeans and a sleeveless top. With
socks and running shoes she felt ready for anything and
went to find Mrs. Devereux.
In all the excitement, Athena forgot to check on her
journal.
Athena and Mrs. Devereux had finished a two-hour tour
of the interior of the house, and were now walking the
grounds immediately surrounding the large structure.
They were walking through the vast garden that was
located behind the house, with Mrs. Devereux's arm as
usual around Athena's narrow waist.
"You surprise me, Athena."
"Oh. And how is that?"
"Well, it's nothing important I suppose. It is just
that after being here for several hours, you have yet to
ask about your new charges. For a nanny, you do not seem
very interested in children."
"Oh, my! The children! Yes, of course. Where are
they?"
"The ones you will be concerned with, my three
youngest, are away at camp. So for a few days we, my
eldest, Danielle, and I, have you all to ourselves. You
are lucky in a way. I have been told that the little
ones can be quite a handful."
"Yes. I am so sorry about not asking about them
before now," Athena gushed, while thinking to herself,
"Stupid, stupid, stupid! How could I have missed doing
something so basic?"
"I did read about your family at Miss Forthingill's,
you know," Athena said, defensively. "It's just that
this house is so overwhelming, and you have all been so
very hospitable, I was, er, overwhelmed."
"Ah, I see. Please keep in mind that, while it might
not seem so at the moment, you are an employee here with
a vital job to perform. My children are important
to me, and while I don't mind spoiling them now and then
with a treat, their well-being and proper development is
always my greatest concern; therefor, I am very
particular about who takes care of them. If they are not
happy, then I am not happy. Do you understand?"
"Yes, ma'am. I understand completely," Athena
replied, chilled by the new tone in her employer's voice.
As they walked in silence for a moment, Athena thought,
"I understand all right. If your spoiled brats aren't
happy, then I'm out of a job. Shit!"
Well, she didn't attend Miss Forthingill's for
nothing. Perhaps this was a good time for them to get a
dose of her 'firm but fair' policy. When it proves
successful, she could write a series of articles on
professional child rearing ('Ask Miss Valentine!'), turn
them into a book, and then do the talk-show circuit.
After completing her Nanny Expos , of course.
In the middle of her dreams of wining two Pulitzer
Prizes, while at the same time earning a great deal of
fame and fortune on the talk-show circuit, Athena was
brought quickly back to earth when she heard Mrs.
Devereux say, "I am taking this time to spend with you
because I know all about you, too."
Startled, Athena croaked without thinking, "You do?"
"Don't look so worried. I saw you, remember?
Everyone has to leave home for the first time sooner or
later, and we all have had our youthful urges to take of.
It is nothing to be ashamed about. I may even tell you
about mine some day."
Athena was trying not to sink into the ground as she
turned beet-red in embarrassment. "How in God's name can
I ever convince this woman I do not masturbate?" she
thought desperately. "How?"
Devereux looked thoughtfully at the beautiful girl who
was blushing so delightfully. "Miss Forthingill told me
all about you. I thought a little personal orientation
on my part might make you feel more at ease with us.
Unless of course," she murmured, running a small hand
over Athena's rounded denim-molded buttocks, "there is
something else I should be aware of about you?" She
waited a moment, then suddenly slapped Athena's left
buttock.
"OW! Oh, no! Nothing at all!" the shocked Athena
exclaimed loudly, surprised at how such a small hand
could make her buttock sting so much, even through her
tight jeans and panties. She wished that the inquisitive
Mrs. Devereux wouldn't touch her below the waist so much.
She just couldn't think whenever the tiny woman did that
to her.
"That's good," the smiling woman softly said, as she
gently rubbed the spot she had just spanked. "Trust is
so important in a family, don't you think?"
"Oh, yes," the flustered reporter babbled. "Trust is
very important." Her left buttock was tingling with the
effects of Mrs. Devereux's soothing hand and it was
making her very nervous in spite of herself.
"I've told Danielle to look after you for a few days,
until you become oriented to our life here. She is 17,
so you will have someone only a year younger to help you
adjust, and to be your friend if you like. It is nice to
have a real friend around. Things can become a bit
overwhelming at times in this family, especially if you
are alone and are not used to such a life, although I
would appreciate it if you did not teach her any of your
bad habits. Which reminds me, I understand that the
staff gave you quite a scare in your rooms this morning."
"What?" gasped Athena, as Mrs. Devereux's hand now
started slowing moving over both her buttocks. "Oh yes,
this morning! I wanted to talk to you about that. I'm
so very sorry you had to see...me...like that, and I
apologize if I did anything that offended you. I promise
it will never happen again! I'm really not like that at
all! It is just that I'm not used to being touched so
MUCH!" Athena's voice rose as the hand on her tingling
behind slipped easily between her upper thighs, to just
below her crotch!
"It's something we don't even think about. My family
came from Europe, where the concept of 'personal space'
doesn't exist, and where touching is the norm for
family," Mrs. Devereux said as she moved her hand over
the soft denim-covered flesh of Athena's inner thigh.
"And we are all family here."
Athena's mind raced, but she couldn't think of a way
out of this troubling situation without irritating Mrs.
Devereux and jeopardizing her assignment even more then
she had already. She never dreamed it would be so
difficult, and this was just her first day!
"It's really nothing personal, you understand," said
Mrs. Devereux as she continued to absently rub her hand
on Athena's sensitive inner thigh, "but it is something
you must allow for if you wish to remain here in my
employ."
"Oh!" the surprised Athena cried out as Mrs. Devereux
pressed her hand up against Athena's vulva, clearly
defined under the tight denim. "Yes!" Athena croaked,
trying desperately not to jump away from the unseemly
pressure on her most secret of places. "It's no problem,
really," the novice reporter said breathlessly, bouncing
on her feet. "It's going to take some getting used to,
that's all."
"We hardly think of such things at all," Mrs. Devereux
murmured softly, rubbing the edge of her hand back and
forth along the indented fabric between the flustered
woman's thighs. Finally, she reluctantly withdrew her
hand and returned it to the relieved Athena's left hip.
"Come, my child. Let me introduce you to Danielle,
your new friend."
They came to Danielle's closed bedroom door, which to
Athena's surprise Mrs. Devereux quickly opened without
knocking first. They found Danielle in her bedroom
listening to CDs. She remained sprawled on her bed,
seemingly unaware of their presence, as the pair walked
towards her. She finally lifted her head slightly and
openly took stock of the new nanny.
"You're cute."
"Er, thank you," the perplexed Athena replied. No
girl had ever called her 'cute' before.
"Our last nanny was a pig."
"Now, now, Danielle. Get up and be nice. You must be
polite and say hello to Athena."
Danielle languidly got up from the bed and tiredly
slouched over to where they were standing.
"Hello," the teenager said, managing with ease the
difficult task of sounding interested and bored at the
same time.
"Athena, this is my daughter, Danielle."
"Hi!" chirped Athena, in what she hoped was her best
18-year old manner.
Athena looked up in wonder at her "new friend." Mrs.
Devereux's eldest daughter was as tall as her mother was
short. Even slouched over she must have been at least 6-
feet in height, and weighed all of 110 pounds. She had a
full head of raven black hair worn ruler-straight down to
her waist, and the palest complexion Athena had ever seen
on something that wasn't a porcelain doll. She had on
black stretch pants and a tight black turtle neck. To
Athena she looked like a hairy black pencil with dabs of
white paint scattered here and there.
"Be sure to show her what to do, Danielle. Remember,
you are both expected for dinner at eight. See you
then." Mrs. Devereux smiled pleasantly at them both,
then departed.
"My mother must really like you a lot," Danielle
grumbled. "She doesn't spare me even half as much time."
"She just wanted to make me feel at home, that's all."
"Do you swim, ride horses, that sort of thing?"
"Oh, yes, I love to swim. I haven't had much
experience with horses, though. I'm...a little bit
afraid of them."
"Well, let's go swimming, then. We'll save those
nasty old horses for another day. But first, we need to
get you fixed up, because the kids are coming back home
today."
"What! But your mother just told me that they would
be away for a couple of days."
"They were away, at my Aunt's place. But this
afternoon they'll be back and we have to get you properly
dressed first."
Athena found a wall mirror and automatically looked at
herself in wonder. "What is wrong with the way I look?"
she asked defensively.
Danielle stood behind her, tightly pressing her long
body against Athena's. "I think you look just fine,"
Danielle said, wrapping her long arms around Athena's
middle. "But, you must get into your nanny's uniform now
or Mother will skin us both!" Danielle lifted her arms
so that Athena's breasts were now resting on them.
"Danielle, please! Nanny's uniform? Oh, of course,"
the disappointed Athena said. At school they had told
the students that some homes preferred their nannies to
be in a type of maid's outfit, so that they would fit in
more easily with the rest of the staff. This was also
sometimes done to try and prevent the children from
thinking the nanny was their real mother. Athena had
hoped to avoid this, but it looked as if she was going to
be wearing some silly outfit after all. She just hoped
it wasn't too frilly. She knew it didn't really matter,
as she would make sure her articles would not have any
pictures of her in them.
"Oh, by the way. We're going to be bunking together
for a while."
"What!" Athena gasped in surprise as she watched her
breasts being pressed together by Danielle's arms in the
mirror. "I was supposed to have my own room!"
"Yes, it's a damned nuisance, but whenever the family
gathers, I get bumped out of my room and into yours.
Sorry."
Athena wasn't sure that this was the best of ideas.
Danielle was far too demonstrative in her affections for
Athena's peace of mind. Maybe she was lonely, Athena
reasoned. The unhappy girl sure wasn't getting any kind
of support from her mother, of that she was certain. She
had to go along with this in order to fit in. And maybe
Mrs. Devereux was right, and she wanted her to be a
companion for Danielle as well as the other children.
Well, then. It looked like she was getting a
roommate. If Danielle became too bad, she would just
have to gently lay down the law for the teenager. She
was the 21-year old after all (even if she had to act
18), and Danielle only 17.
"That's all right, Danielle," Athena shakily said she
felt Danielle's hot breath on the back of her neck. "I
don't mind your staying with me. Really I don't."
"Cool!" Danielle exclaimed, squeezing Athena's breasts
between her arms again in her excitement. "We can
have a pajama party when all of the cousins are here.
It'll be great fun, okay?"
"Sounds great. Can't wait!" Athena said, trying to
sound as enthusiastic as she could. As if having
Danielle all over her wasn't bad enough, now she had to
endure an all-night party full of giggling teenage
girls. She had been to only one in her life and it had
been a crashing bore for her. Even as a freshman in high
school, such girls had been far too immature for her.
God only knows what gum-snapping horrors awaited her
during this one!
Then it struck her. If this was all she had to worry
about, life was very good indeed!
"Come on!" said Danielle. "We need to start moving.
By now your uniform should have been brought upstairs and
be waiting for you in your suite."
"Oh, well," the laughing Athena told Danielle. "The
things I must do for a living!"
When she and Danielle had returned to her suite,
Athena looked around each of her rooms but could find
nothing that looked like a maid's dress.
The only new clothes she found was something that was
spread across the king-sized bed.
"What's that? Someone's funky exercise outfit?" the
amused Athena asked.
"That's your nanny suit. Cool, huh?"
Athena's new-found enthusiasm for her assignment died
a quick death when she saw the pink nightmare that was to
be her new uniform.
It was a body stocking with a long zipper running
down the back. It was made of some thin, elastic
material that Athena couldn't even identify. It had a
shiny pink plastic belt and matching ankle boots with 2-
inch heels. And that was all!
"Oh, no! I'm not getting into that! I don't care!
Oh, my God! No-No-No!"
"Calm down, Athena. It's not that bad!"
"Yes it is! It's horrible!" She held up the
offending garment. "And where's the rest of it? This
should just be the first part of it. There should be
some outer covering that goes with it. It's usually
small, but at least it's something! I've seen them that
way at my club. So where's the rest of it?"
"Athena! Take it easy, will you. You know, for
someone who is 18, you sure take things seriously. Don't
you have any sense of adventure at all?"
"ADVENTURE!?!?" Athena cried, tears streaming down her
face. "You call wearing this an adventure?" Stricken,
the sobbing woman buried her head into Danielle's thin
chest.
"Come on, girl. Let's get your things off."
"But I don't want to!" Athena choked out.
Danielle unfastened Athena's top behind her neck.
"Raise your arms," Danielle commanded the still
sobbing woman. Athena complied without thinking and
Danielle pulled her top up over her head and arms. After
taking a moment to enjoy the sight of Athena's heaving
chest, she laid the woman's top on the bed.
Danielle then knelt down behind the still distressed
nanny and, reaching around her waist, unfastened her
jeans. She worked the tight denim down over Athena's
flaring hips and sculptured legs. She took a moment to
admire the beautiful buttocks moving under the thin
panties, then moved the crying woman close to the bed.
One sharp push later a surprised Athena was laying
face down on the bed and Danielle had worked off her
jeans, shoes, and socks.
"What...what are you doing?" Athena sobbed, trying to
get control of herself again when she realized with a
shock that the young Deveroux had been undressing her.
Danielle walked across the room and got a box of
tissues that was on the dresser. Tossing the box to the
new nanny, she said, "Here! Use this on your face."
Athena was blowing her nose when she felt her panties
being pulled down past her buttocks.
"Wait! What are you doing?" she cried as her panties
were pulled past her tightly clenched thighs and down her
legs.
Dying of embarrassment, she used her hands to try and
cover her naked backside as best she could. Frantically,
she exclaimed, "You can't do that! Give me something to
cover myself with, please!"
When she felt her bra being opened, she knew she had
to stop whatever was going on. "I'm telling your mother
about this!" she declared firmly.
"Good. It was her idea."
"WHAT?" Athena cried in shock as Danielle coolly
flipped her over. She frantically scrambled to cover her
naked pubes as Danielle pulled easily off the now useless
bra.
"Come off it, Athena!" Danielle said to the now nude
woman who, in an absolute frenzy, was trying to hide her
luscious body behind her arms and hands.
"We're both girls here, so get real and calm down,
will you?" Danielle thundered to the stunned reporter.
"I'm...I'm sorry," Athena said meekly. "I just don't
like being...being undressed in front of anyone."
"It's okay. I'm a little shy myself. Now, take a
deep
breath and get hold of yourself."
Athena did as she was told. "I'm feeling much better
now. Really I am."
"Good. Now, look." Danielle held up the nanny suit.
"You ever wear a bathing suit?"
The woman nodded a tearful yes.
"Okay, then. You'll be more covered in this than in
any bathing suit. Mom prefers this to regular clothes
because it will be more convenient for you. Also," and
here Danielle lowered her voice, "we almost lost our
youngest once when she choked on a nanny's loose blouse
button. So, now you know why you must wear your nanny
suit, and that's all you'll be able to wear."
"Yes, I understand now. Thank you for explaining it
to me. I really appreciate it." Wow! What a story for
her article, thought Athena excitedly.
"Fine," said Danielle happily, greatly relieved that
the worst was finally over. She had been able to
talk her into wearing that unbelievably sexy outfit
without too much trouble.
"Now, let's stand up and get into our nice new nanny
suit, shall we?"
Athena slowly got up off of the bed, being careful to
keep herself covered as much as possible. She
reluctantly took the strange body stocking from Danielle
and immediately used it to cover her naked front. She was
backing towards the bathroom but immediately stopped when
she saw Danielle moving to follow her.
"No, I don't need any help. Thanks!"
"Okay, suit yourself, to coin a phrase. Don't forget
the boots and belt."
"Yes, thank you."
She collected the rest of the hated outfit from the
bed and, with her hands now full of her new suit, belt,
and boots, Athena once again started backing carefully
towards the bathroom, but stopped when she realized that
she had forgotten something even more important.
"Danielle, could you, er, hand me a pair of bra and
panties from the top of the dresser? I'd rather not have
to walk any farther like this than absolutely necessary
right now."
"No. Listen, you can't wear any underwear with that.
It's too thin. The suit really isn't designed for it,
and looks a great deal better without. You'll see."
"Wonderful," muttered Athena. She backed into the
bathroom and shut the door carefully behind her. She
tried to lock it but found that there wasn't one.
"That's very strange," she thought.
Without giving the matter further thought, she went
over to the sink to wash and fix her face and hair.
Repairs completed, she gave the suit one final
distasteful look and took it over one of the bathroom's
chairs.
She sat and started wiggling into the tight garment.
The fabric gave easily where it needed to and, after
zipping up the back, Athena felt ready for a mirror.
She stood up and turned towards the full-length mirror
located on the back of the bathroom door.
"Oh my God!"
She was naked. The suit, not uncomfortably, she had
to admit, acted like a second skin. She was completely
covered, yet every curve, every bulge, every crevice, was
there for the entire world to see. She could even feel
the material working its way between her buttocks and
vulva!
Shocked, she slowly put on the boots and belt, then
looked back at the mirror once again.
"Oh my God!"
They didn't help. She now looked like she was
starring in one of those sleazy R-rated science fiction
movies that her younger brother and his friends would
sometimes sneak up to his room.
"Oh my God!"
"Okay, you've said 'Oh my God' three times now,"
Danielle said good-naturedly from outside the room.
"Come on out now and let's see you."
"See me is right," muttered Athena, still looking with
horror at the mirror.
Very reluctantly, she went to the bathroom door and,
after first closing her eyes, opened it.
"Hmmm. Yummy," said Danielle appreciatively.
Athena opened her eyes to see Danielle eyeing her up
and down while licking her lips in a hungry fashion.
"Ha. Very funny," she grumbled. "Look, Danielle. I
can't do this. I'm sorry. I really tried, but I just
can't go around like this."
"Sure. Fits well though, doesn't it?"
"Yes, for what little it matters, the suit does fit
very well. How did you get my sizes so fast, anyhow? I
just received this assignment less than a week ago."
"Your school supplied them when they heard you
accepted. It was a rush job to get the suit made in
time. It only got here this morning."
"Well, I'm really sorry you went to all that trouble,
but I'm not wearing this, and that's that."
"No one is going to see you, not that there is
anything showing. This floor is strictly for women and
children only, and even the mothers rarely stick around
for very long. You'll be up here the whole time with
mostly just you and the kids."
"Still, I can't look like this in front of little
children. What would their parents think?"
Danielle pointedly looked at her watch and said,
"Unfortunately, we've run out of time to discuss this. I
checked on the house phone while you were in the bathroom
and heard that the kids arrived about ten minutes ago.
You're on, Nanny!"
"Oh, no! Not until I've...OW!"
The slap on her virtually unprotected buttocks caught
the protesting Athena completely by surprise. She
covered her stinging behind with her hands while tears
formed in her eyes. "You...you hit me!" she exclaimed,
shocked.
"Yes, that's right," agreed Danielle calmly. "Now
MOVE YOUR ASS, you stupid bitch," she shouted, "and start
doing your job or I'll give you a real spanking!"
With that, Danielle chased the squealing Athena out of
her suite and into the hallway.
The Nanny: Part Five
Athena ran from her room, with Danielle right behind
her, only to stop suddenly just outside the door. Her
once deserted hallway was now full of people! Servants
carrying bedding were running here and there.
Expensively-dressed women with small children in tow were
going in and out of the rooms located along the hall.
In spite of her outlandish attire, Athena was
surprised when, with all those people running about, no
one gave her so much as a glance.
[It is at this point, gentle reader, that upon advice
of the censor we must point out that the children are
children in name only! Yes, it is quite true! In
reality, they are the teen-aged nieces of the insidious
Mrs. Devereux, especially brought in to give our heroine
a very bad time, indeed. Okay, so what can we say, the
family runs short. We return you now to our story,
already in progress.]
"What is going on here?" asked the panting Athena,
ignoring the arms which Danielle, standing behind her,
had placed around her waist.
"Like I keep telling you, the kids have arrived. This
is the week on the big end-of-summer family reunion.
That's why the family wanted you so quickly. Didn't you
know?"
"Ah, no. Not really. The school didn't tell me a
thing about it."
"All the children will be staying up here during
the day, that is, those whom their parents decide not too
fuss with during the week."
"There are too many, Danielle! I can't possibly look
after them all."
"You know, for a nanny you don't have much confidence
around children."
"Well, this is my, er, first family."
"Sure. Look, the real babies will stay in the nursery
downstairs. Up here will be more like day-care. Just
keep them fed and busy for about five days and you'll be
fine. Need anything, just call the kitchen on the house
phone."
"Oh, my. Five days? I just don't know..." Athena
hadn't contemplated on having to face this situation at
all. A few children were one thing, but this!
"Okay, okay!" she hastily agreed when she felt
Danielle's hand start to lightly pat her right buttock.
"But I must really find something to wear... Okay, I
said!" she muttered through clenched teeth when
Danielle's patting started to become audible slaps on her
bouncing buttock.
"Good. Now let me introduce you to your new charges.
When you are done tonight at eight, we'll have our party
and you can unwind then."
Never had she felt more vulnerable, as Danielle led
her by the hand to the big children's suite at the end of
the hall. The only thing that saved Athena from dying of
embarrassment was the fact that no-one looked at her, or
noticed that she was even there.
"I don't believe this," the perplexed Athena thought
as they walked down the hall. "I'm almost naked and no
one's given me so much as a single look. What's going on
here?"
She couldn't understand it. She knew she would have
been terribly embarrassed if anyone had noticed her, yet
it still bothered Athena for some reason that no-one did.
She didn't think her body was all that bad looking. Of
course, she only saw women and children on the floor, so
maybe that was it. It would take a man to really
appreciate what she was reluctantly showing right now.
Just as well there weren't any allowed on the floor.
At least she was protected from some low-life trying to
take advantage and cop a feel or something. She was so
tired of having to put up with that sort of thing.
Warming to the prospect of being safely surrounded by
just women and children for a few days, Athena felt
surprisingly secure and content.
She had just finished a school on how to take care of
children, for God's sake. What was she so worried about?
She was sure that child-care was simply a matter of just
being consistently firm yet fair, and all would be well.
Athena walked on, feeling much better about the whole
thing. She was blissfully unaware of the many feminine
eyes, all showing a look of cruel longing, which followed
her undulating body as she moved down the long hall. Nor
did she notice the knowing looks which were passing
between Danielle and her cousins the 'children' in the
hall!
Upon entering the playroom, Athena was amazed at how
well it had been equipped.
"This place is very well equipped," Danielle was
saying. "It has everything you might need: house phone,
dining area, play area with tons of toys, TV/DVD
player/stereo, kitchenette with microwave for popcorn and
a full sized refrigerator for drinks and ice cream.
There is also a small washer/dryer set for accidents.
"You're kidding?"
"Oh, no. Mom wanted her kids to have everything she
didn't when she was growing up. And, girl, has this
place got it! It even has kid-sized rest rooms."
"Where? I don't see any other doors."
"Along the floor you can see two hinged rubber doors
there, along the far wall. Mom was the designer, and
even helped with the construction. Each rest room has a
small shower, in case things really get messy.
Naturally, the kids love it in there. They are always
finding excuses to go in and out. Who would have thought
that bathrooms could be so fun?"
"I can't go through those doors!" Athena protested, as
she looked at the small openings in horror.
"Oh, get real," replied Danielle. "Mom and I do it
all the time."
"Yes, but..."
"Enough already!" Dragging the reluctant Athena by
the front of her belt, Danielle strode briskly into the
center of the room.
"Attention!" she said loudly, and magically all became
quiet. "This is Miss Athena Valentine, your new nanny.
She will be taking care of you this week."
She turned to Athena and said, "Okay, you lucky girl.
You're on! Remember, they're all yours until 8 PM.
After that, this placed is locked up and the children are
picked up by their families. Only my three sisters will
actually be sleeping on this floor."
Seeing Athena getting ready to say something,
Danielle muttered a hasty "Bye!" and quickly left the
room.
Athena looked anxiously after the departing Danielle.
In her anxiety about caring for so many children, Athena
forgot to ask which of the children belonged to the
Devereux household.
She looked about her and saw that she was surrounded
by inquisitive children. She was surprised to see that
they were all girls, between 5 to 10 years of age. And
such children!
She decided she was going to call this part of her
expos 'The Golden Moppets.' She had never known such an
expensively dressed and healthy looking bunch of little
girls. She was positive there wasn't a single haircut
there which cost under $50, except possibly her own. If
they weren't all tow headed, they should have been.
Not sure of what to do next, she decided to fall back
on what they taught her at nanny school. "Okay," she
thought. "Let's find out if this stuff really works."
She walked out of the circle, jumping slightly
whenever she felt a small hand brushing against her hips
or thighs.
"Hi, children. I am Miss Valentine, and I will be
taking care of you during your stay in the children's
suite here this week. We are going to have a great deal
a fun. I understand there is plenty to do up here, and I
have some games of my own that we can play. If you know
any, we can also play your games too. We're here to have
fun. All I ask is that you play nicely with each other
and keep it reasonably quiet. First, though, I would
like to know all of your names."
Surprisingly, Athena found herself doing rather
well as a nanny. After the fifth name, she lost track of
them, but at least they knew that she was interested in
them, the little darlings. Play time began immediately
after that, and for the first hour or so everyone seemed
to be having a good time.
The only problem that came up was when one or another
of the girls would inevitably get interested in the way
her body bulged so visibly in her revealing nanny suit.
They were always trying to touch her behind or, whenever
they were within reach, her high-set breasts. It got so
bad that she privately had to scold a few of them for
touching her, even if it was due to their natural
curiosity. She couldn't blame them, really. This is
what they had to look forward to in a few years (if they
were lucky!) and she could not really blame them for
being so curious about her body. Seeing her reflection
in a mirror, she was grimly aware that she looked like
the start of a damned female anatomy lesson.
Besides, she was also well aware, from the teachings
of Miss Forthingill, that if she over-reacted to anything
the children did that was a part of their natural
development, she could traumatize them for life. Athena
was just beginning to realize just how awesome her
responsibilities here actually were.
Athena was beginning to feel pretty confident about
the nanny business when one of the older girls came to
her and told her that Barbara was crying about something.
Certainly the smallest of the group, and probably the
youngest as well, Barbara was an angel-faced blonde who
had been off by herself, contentedly playing alone with
her dolls.
"So what could possibly be the problem?" Athena
wondered as she went over to the corner where the girl
had been playing.
"Hi, Barbara. What's wrong, honey?"
"Mommy?" the crying girl said hopefully, holding out
her arms toward Athena.
She picked up the crying Barbara, only to have the
girl clamp her mouth firmly on the tip of her right
breast.
"NO!" she sputtered, automatically moving the child
away from her vulnerable breast.
"EEEEEeeeee!!" screamed little Barbara, creating the
most high pitched, ear-piercing sound that Athena had
ever heard. She hated crying babies at the best of
times, but this sound was making her flesh crawl. In
self-defense, she reluctantly put the child up against
her breast again, where Barbara immediately quieted down
and began to contentedly suck on Athena's nipple through
her skin-tight suit.
"Oh my God!" she said quietly. Now what was she
supposed to do? Barbara's mother must still be letting
the girl use her breast, even though she should have been
weaned from it years ago. "Maybe a pacifier will do,"
she thought hopefully, and she ran for the kitchenette,
still holding the suckling child at her breast.
Trouble was, after searching frantically, she couldn't
find a god-damned pacifier anywhere, which left her own
chest the only option still open to her. "Damn," said
Athena with feeling as she looked down at the tow-headed
youngster sucking happily away on an already diamond-hard
nipple that was starting to produce some surprising
sensations within her.
She couldn't let Barbara suckle her right here in
front of everyone. Besides, she had to find some place
private so that she could pull down the top of her suit.
She could feel the material over her breast becoming wet
there already, and the last thing she wanted was a water
stain right over her chest the rest of the night. How
could she ever explain that?
"Come on, honey. Let's do this where it's a little
more private."
She carried Barbara over where the entrance to the
rest rooms were located and placed her on the floor.
"In you go," she said, pushing the girl through the
small entrance.
Before she went through, the girl looked teary-eyed at
the nanny. "You too?" she asked.
"Yes, honey. I'll be right behind you."
The small child smiled at her, then turned and easily
crawled into the restroom.
Hearing a sudden quiet descend upon the room, Athena
turned to find the other girls looking up at her
quizzically.
"Just need to take care of some business with Barbara,
then I'll be right back."
The children returned to their games and Athena was
left with the problem of how to get through this
ridiculously small entrance. What could they have been
thinking when they designed this thing, anyway?
Lying on her stomach, the nanny extended her arms past
her head in front of her and slowly wiggled her way
through the entrance.
"Come through here all the time, my ass," Athena
muttered through gritted teeth as she made her way into
the child-sized restroom.
Once inside, she found it to be a pleasant if (for
her) slightly cramped place that came complete with
scaled down chairs, a bench, sinks and stalls for the
small toilets. In the far corner, behind a glass door
was the shower.
She wasn't sure if this was the right thing to do, but
right now she was willing to try almost anything for a
little peace and quiet.
As Barbara watched with wide eyes, Athena sat on the
bench, trying to gather her courage. Blushing furiously
at the thought of having to expose herself before this
mere child, the nanny reluctantly reached behind her and
unfastened the clasp at the base of her neck.
"God damn it!" she muttered quietly, then quickly
opened the zipper about a third of the way. She moved
her hands to her neckline, and carefully pulled the front
of her clinging suit down just enough to completely
expose her left breast.
After thinking a moment, she pulled the material of
the suit down so that her other breast was also
completely uncovered. "Not sure which one she'll want,"
she told herself. Noticing how her arms were now very
restricted in their movements, she pulled them out their
long sleeves for good measure.
Feeling very sheepish, she covered her naked breasts
with one arm and shyly gestured for Barbara to join her
on the bench with the other. The little girl gleefully
ran over and leapt onto Athena's waiting lap. She
placed her thin arms around Athena's neck, and kissed the
surprised woman directly on the lips. "Mama!" she
joyfully cried.
"No. Not Mama, Barbara. I'm Athena, remember? I'm
just the nanny."
"Mama!" cried Barbara again. She quickly moved
Athena's covering arm away and filled her mouth with the
nanny's delectable right breast.
"Oh!" gasped the nanny as Barbara's lips and tongue
immediately went to work on her sensitive nipple.
As Barbara contentedly teased Athena's right
breast, the woman settled in for a long stay. "I wonder
how long this is going to last?" she thought. Athena had
no idea how long a child was suppose to nurse at her
mother's breast. She wearily leaned her back and head
against the wall and closed her eyes. It had been a very
tiring day for her and she still had a long way to go
before it was over.
She was surprised to find that, once she had gotten
over her embarrassment of someone actually touching her
bare chest, the suckling of her breast by the child was
proving to be much more pleasurable that Athena had ever
imagined.
"No wonder women like to have kids, if this was what
they got to do with them," she thought. "This feels
really great."
While Barbara used her educated mouth on the
unsuspecting woman's right breast, her hands began to
softly manipulate Athena equally vulnerable left breast.
Athena was feeling such a comfortable glow that she
kept falling asleep, but kept uncomfortably jerking
herself awake whenever her head fell forward. When she
felt the small, firm hands pushing on her bare shoulders
she willingly followed their directions and laid down on
her back along the length of the bench.
She drowsily murmured, "All right, baby. Just a
little nap, then we have to get back. Okay?"
Little Barbara laid her small form full length on the
reclining nanny's and continued her administrations on
the soon sleeping Athena's now swollen and very sensitive
breasts.
When Barbara heard an unconscious "MMmmmm" of
contentment come from the dozing nanny, she slowly worked
her small right foot between Athena's partially opened
thighs. Her big toe found the indented surface of
Athena's sex, and she started slowly moving the toe back
and forth over the slick surface tightly covering the
unaware woman's vulva.
As Athena's breathing became noticeably heavier, and
small beads of sweat began to form along her hairline,
Barbara began to slide the length of her entire foot
between Athena's thighs and over the hypersensitive
protective lips of her vulva. She could feel how wet the
material was rapidly becoming from the sleeping nanny's
cuntal secretions.
Athena was dreaming of motherhood. With her two
Pulitzers for excellence in investigative reporting on
the mantel over the fireplace, she saw herself in a very
well-apportioned home holding a darling child to her
partially bared chest that looked not unlike Barbara.
She knew she was married to a top reporter who's picture
on the mantel bore a striking resemblance to a young
Robert Redford.
Gradually her dream changed. The small child nursing
at her breast suddenly altered in appearance and became a
nude Mrs. Devereux. When she pushed the small woman away
from her in horror, Mrs. Devereux began to cut away
Athena's clothing with her laser eyes, until she stood
naked and helpless before her. Athena looked to her
husband's picture for help, but it had changed into a
laughing Danielle, who arms were extending like tentacles
out of the picture, reaching for her!
Stifling a scream, Athena jerked awake. Feeling the
comforting presence of Barbara on top of her, she
relaxed. "Jesus! That was a strange one!" she thought.
She suddenly realized she was covered in sweat, and that
her heart was racing under her heaving chest. For the
first time, her nanny suit felt terribly constricting,
and she longed to remove the rest of it until she could
cool off.
Athena gradually became aware of a strange itching
coming from her crotch. She thought it was the material
digging in again, but she certainly could not do any
adjusting with little Barbara right here! The persistent
itch became more and more intense. She tried shifting
her hips slightly, but that didn't help.
It was when she crossed her legs, hoping for some
relief, that she sensed something was between her thighs.
Her eyes flew open in surprise and she looked down, but
Barbara had arched her back and Athena couldn't see a
thing past her.
It was then, looking at the guileless Barbara still
happily playing with her terribly sensitive breasts, that
Athena became aware of just how intensely this child was
getting to her. She couldn't believe it at first. It
just wasn't possible, was it?
But she could no longer deny it to herself. She was
being sexually turned-on by the playful actions of this
innocent child.
"Oh my God!" she said, stunned. What kind of
perverted slut was she, that she could become sexually
aroused by a child?
Sweat pouring from the effort, she tried intently to
think of anything else, in order to stem the rising
tide of passion bubbling within her, but it didn't work.
She knew she would soon loose control, would soon climax
right in the presence of this unsullied child! She had
to stop this, before it was too late and she humiliated
herself forever in front of this precious little girl!
"Uh, Barbara," she gasped with a quiet intensity,
still trying to remain calm and not frighten this tender
little angel with her out-of-control emotions.
"We have to...to stop now, honey."
"Stop what, Mommy?"
"Oh, no!" thought Athena desperately. "Not the kid-
question game! Not now!"
Trying again, she said, "We have...to stop and rejoin
the...UGH!" Athena's body writhed as Barbara cruelly
tweaked the woman's diamond-hard nipples.
While the distracted Athena was still gasping over
this shocking outrage to her person, Barbara shifted
down enough to reach the woman's defenseless cunt with
her right hand. Quickly finding the erect clitoris
under the slick material, Barbara delicately pinched it
between her thumb and forefinger.
"AAAhhh!" Athena cried, jerking as if she had been
electrocuted! Her overwhelmed mind had no idea of what
had happened to her, only that her body had suddenly gone
insane!
Barbara spun around and faced the opposite direction.
She leaned forward and pushed Athena's legs off each side
of the bench. The nanny's pink-covered pelvis was now
fully open before her thirsting eyes. It was completely
at the girl's mercy! Barbara mischievously used both her
small hands to knead the succulent flesh framing the
beguiling slit so displayed to perfection under the
revealing nanny suit. The spreading stain around the
crotch looked as if someone had spilled something there.
Barbara took advantage of the lubricated material to rub
it over the swollen labia, then slide it deep into the
defenseless cunt, all causing unwanted moans of
excitement to come from the woman laying helplessly
beneath her. She finally pinched the erect tissue of the
nanny's clit once again, and Athena went mad!
"NO!!!" Athena screamed as her long-fought orgasm took
the unsuspecting woman by storm, her body wildly
twitching and jumping, her firm bare breasts shaking
madly on her chest. The laughing Barbara was able to
stay on only by quickly locking her legs about Athena's
narrow waist and holding tightly to the wide pink plastic
belt. She rode the frenzied nanny like a rodeo rider on
a bucking horse! When the astounded woman would finally
start to quiet down, the sly Barbara would get busy and
quickly set her off again.
"OH GOD! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!" unknowingly
shouted the devastated Athena as her body erupted again
and again. In stunned disbelief, she was powerless to
stop what ever it was that was happening to her! This
endless series of shattering climaxes had taken her
completely by surprise. As soon as one would end,
another would take its place.
Finally, the destroyed nanny could take no more and
with a final agonized groan she collapsed unconscious on
the bench. No longer an intelligent journalist,
little Barbara had reduced the proud 21-year-old reporter
to merely a sweaty pink puddle of twitching nerves.
Pleased that the nanny was finally out, Barbara
unfastened the woman's belt, then leaned forward and
pulled off her boots. She placed all three items
underneath the bench.
After giving the center of the still-twitching hips a
kiss, Barbara got off her lovely pink ride and went over
to the entrance. She was met by a crowd of her cousins
who were already filing in.
"She's ready now," said Barbara quietly.
"We know," one of the eldest cousins softly said. "We
were listening on the intercom. Wow! Really something,
isn't she?"
"Let's go. She wouldn't be out forever."
They gathered around the unconscious Athena and began
pulling the tight material of the nanny suit down and
down, until it was completely off of her. Barbara
climbed back on top the nude figure, while the other
girls (after giving the undressed woman looks filled with
longing and an occasional caress) returned to the
playroom, taking the soiled nanny suit with them.
When the two were alone again, dipped her fingers deep
into the tight, hot passage of the sleeping nanny's still
twitching cunt and drew out copious amounts of the sweet
fluids she found there all. She carefully spread the
love nectar over Athena's upper thighs and pelvis. After
carefully licking her fingers, Barbara began rubbing her
hands up and down the sensitive ribs, while she licked
all over first one succulent breast and then another.
When Athena began to softly groan, Barbara concentrated
on the vulnerable nipples. She would gently hold the
very erect nubs in her teeth, and use them to tease the
delightfully firm breast-flesh underneath. She pulled
and shook the beautiful, vulnerable breasts until the 21-
year-old's eyelids finally fluttered open.
As gasping Athena awoke to find little Barbara still
sucking contentedly on her weirdly glowing, swollen tits.
"Doesn't that kid ever have enough?" the dazed nanny
thought.
She was surprised at the sudden change in the feel of
the bench, it was like she was not wearing anything at
all! But Athena had only a brief time to wonder about
it, because she was soon distracted by the familiar
delicious fires spreading once more from her poor chest
down to her tummy and beyond.
"Oh, no!" she thought in panic. "We can't have that
again."
"Honey?" Athena tentatively called out, even now still
not wanting to upset the poor child. "Sweetheart?
It's...it's really time we got...AAAHHH!" the amazed nanny
cried helplessly as her chest suddenly burst into a
wondrous sexual fire.
"My tits!" Athena babbled as her arms flapped
uselessly at her sides. "Oh God, honey! My tits! What
are you doing to my tits?"
Athena writhed uncontrolled over the bench as Barbara
now worked seriously on the perfect breasts and nipples.
She nibbled, she sucked, she squeezed, she tweaked, and
expertly drove the already dazed nanny out of her mind!
No one had ever abused her proud chest in such a way
before! The burning reporter didn't know what to do. It
frightened her because what the young child was doing to
her felt so good! "Oh, God!" Athena thought frantically
as she rapidly lost control to the maddening yet
fantastic sensations pouring through her highly aroused
body. "What if nursing is suppose to be like this, and
the damn kid wants to do this all the time? I'll never
make it!"
Expertly driven to the limits of her endurance,
Athena's latest climax came so quickly this time it took
them both by surprise! A astonished Barbara went flying
as a furiously bucking Athena once again twisted all over
the bench in uncontrollable ecstasy!
Without Barbara, Athena's heaving chest felt
incredibly empty and she felt compelled to place her
hands lovingly upon her own jumping breasts, squeezing
them firmly as she endured the latest of these strange
sexual eruptions her body was going through today.
When her powerful climax had reached its conclusion, a
breathless Athena guiltily removed her hands from her
chest and, finally noticing her missing passenger,
sheepishly looked around for the absent child. She found
a grinning Barbara seated on the floor in the center of
the room.
"Mommy!" Barbara cried happily. "I fall down!"
"It's all right," a weary Athena said, her mind still
terribly clouded by little Barbara's actions on her
throbbing breasts. "Mommy fell a little too."
When she realized how the child must have arrived on
the floor, the still-winded nanny gasped, "Are you...are
you all right?"
"Fun ride!" the little girl laughed as she stood up.
"Let's go again!"
"Oh, no!" blurted Athena and she quickly dragged
herself up to a sitting position. She would have
preferred standing, to put her proud breasts as far out
of the girl's reach as possible, but sitting was the best
she could manage at the moment. She moved to pull her
suit back up and protect herself from this angel when she
noticed that she had no suit to pull up. She was stark
naked!
"EEEEK!!" she screamed in horror. Athena immediately
leaned forward, and pressed her bare front tightly onto
her thighs, covering and holding herself in place with
her tightly wrapped arms.
"My clothes! My suit! Where are my clothes?" she
demanded breathlessly, stunned at the loss of her
clothes. She looked up and found the small child now
standing looking quizzically before her.
"You wet yourself, silly. You tell me wash-wash, get
stain out."
"Oh, God! I did? I don't remember. I must have,
though. Oh, God. I must have! I'm so sorry for
yelling, Barbara. Please forgive me. It's been a very
strange day for me and I'm a little...tired."
"Okay," Barbara chirped. "Our secret. I love you,
nanny."
"Yes, honey. You're very sweet and I love you, too.
It will be our little secret."
With a sinking heart Athena felt a drying stickiness
between her bent-over torso and her thighs. She decided
that she must have indeed wet herself somehow during her
strange interlude with little Barbara. My God! She had
wet herself!
"Jesus. What else can I fuck up today?" she muttered
disgustedly.
"What?" asked Barbara.
"Nothing, honey. I need to wash now."
When she was able to think clearly again, Athena felt
the shame thick upon her. How could she have done such a
terrible, horrid thing? She had lost control. As if
that were not bad enough, she then must have stripped
herself completely. She came, she wet, she stripped.
Right in front of this innocent! She must be truly
insane, to have allowed these terrible things to happen.
Completely insane!
She looked up at the concerned-looking Barbara
standing in front of her.
"You sick?" asked the golden cherub.
"No. I'm fine," lied Athena. "I just had an...an
accident, that's all."
"Yes, I know," giggled Barbara. "You wet all over,"
she said again, pointing shyly at Athena's hips.
"Yes, I know!" snapped Athena, then instantly
regretted her outburst after seeing the hurt look on the
face of the small child.
Wearily, the reporter sat up and placed her bare feet
on the cold tile floor, taking care to cover her still
throbbing privates as much as possible.
"Oh my God," Athena said softly to herself. "Now what
am I supposed to do?"
After waiting a few moments, Athena finally got off
the bench and, while always facing toward the smirking
Barbara, went crouching across the room. Although it was
extremely difficult, she slowly backed into the small
shower stall and wedged herself inside the child-sized
room, keeping the small glass door partly open. No way
was she staying undressed in the same place with that
little girl. She was watching her every move so intently
it was scary.
Athena knew what the trouble was. She had humiliated
herself enough today and needed to be alone for a time,
thank you, and being undressed in front of a child was
not a thing to do in any event, especially this
particular child. Her poor breasts were still tingling
from the going-over the girl had given her! But Athena
had one thing remaining to accomplish before she could
nurse her private wounds of humiliation in secret. She
waved through the partially opened door to the waiting
Barbara.
"Barbara, I want you to go to the person who has my...my
suit and tell them to put it first in the clothes washer,
then the dryer. They're both located under the long
counter by the sink. The laundry soap is also there.
And to use only cold water. Can you remember all of
that, honey?"
"Sure, Athena. I remember."
The woman bridled a bit at this child calling her by
her first name, but decided that now was certainly not
the time to make an issue of it.
"Thank you, Barbara. Now, off you go. Oh, and be
sure to bring it back to me when it's dry, okay?"
"Okay," Barbara replied and she crawled through the
door to the play room armed with Athena's instructions.
With a growing sense of despair, Athena could hear the
wild laughter from the other room shortly after Barbara's
exit. It wasn't too difficult to figure out what all the
laughing was about, she thought bitterly.
She closed the shower door and turned on the shower
just as full and hot as she could endure. Anything to
drown out the terrible sounds of her own humiliation with
the children. Anything to wash away her shame.
An hour layer, it was a different woman who crawled
through the small door and faced the children. Athena
Valentine, showered, combed, and wearing her freshly
laundered nanny suit once again, felt defeated, as if she
had badly failed some personal test. While in the shower
she resolved not to blame the children, especially little
Barbara, for what had happened. It wasn't their fault
she was such a slut! She felt it best just to continue
as if nothing at all had happened. She knew that she was
still in shock over what transpired, that she still
wasn't thinking clearly at all. Even so, she was
obligated to at least finish out the day. Later, much
later when she was alone, she would try and understand it
all.
For the remainder of the day, however, it would be
business as usual, with smiles, games, and fun for all.
It was not long at all when the children began to
touch her again, timidly at first, just a small hand here
and there pressing against one of the nanny's succulent
curves. Athena still jumped a bit, but she no longer
really protested. She would eventually brush a straying
hand from her as she would a bothersome fly, and that was
all. It did not matter, because another would soon
replace it, and she did not really care any longer about
such things. She had been touched so much already. It
was as if the fight had gone out of her about such
things. No longer did she seriously try to protect
herself from their childish attempts at touching her ripe
body, a fact quickly realized by the 'children'
themselves.
After Athena ordered food for everyone from the
kitchen, she organized a new game, a contest. She
divided the children into three groups and told them that
each group must devise their own game. The other groups
would watch, and, after the third group was finished,
which ever group was voted the most original and fun game
would win. Win what she wasn't sure, but she would worry
about that later. "It should keep everyone busy and out
of my hair for a while," she thought.
She soon noticed a change in the way the children were
Playing in their groups. She was not only included in
every game, but in fact seemed to be the game's main
ingredient. It was not a development that she had
counted on at all.
Each game left her feeling a little more breathless, a
little more tingly. She knew it was her own slutty
nature trying to get the best of her once again. Here
she was, just playing kid's games for God's sake, and she
could feel a growing sense of erotic excitement within
her. She resolved to ignore any such feelings she had
from now on. Her body would not get the best of her
again, ever!
The problem was, each of the games the children
devised seemed specifically designed for taking advantage
of her new quiescence. It was as if they wanted to
encourage the building of sexual sensations within her.
It all started innocently enough. In fact, she was
surprised at how sneaky they were at getting her involved
with the first game, when all she wanted was to be left
alone.
The first game was horsy. Athena was in the kitchen
getting ready for the food she had ordered, when a member
of the first group took her by the hand and led her
protesting out to the play area. She really had too much
to do but the child was adamant and was very annoyed that
there was a crisis so soon.
She found the first group seated in a circle, and all
starring intently at a spot on the floor directly in the
center. The child leading her took her into the circle's
center, at pointed to the ground.
"Is there something there?" Athena asked as she looked
down at the perfectly clean carpet. "I don't see any
thing."
No one said a word, but they all were pointing now to
the center spot.
"Was it a spill?" she wondered. Sighing, Athena bent
over to get a closer look, but still could not see a
thing. They all kept pointing, so she knelt down and
felt all around the area with her hands. It was
perfectly dry. "So what's the fuss all about?" she
thought. Perhaps it was a contact lens, or a small
earring lost in the thick carpet. Yet, try as she might,
Athena could not see or feel a thing out of the ordinary.
"Oh!" she cried in surprise as someone strongly pushed
against her raised buttocks, knocking her forward. She
blocked her fall with her hands, but was now resting on
her hands and knees. She realized that this was hardly
the most dignified position for a nanny to be in, and
started to stand up. Suddenly, she had a passenger. A
small child was sitting on her back, keeping her on the
floor.
"What the...?" said a very puzzled Athena.
The group began shouting happily, "Horsy, horsy!"
"Oh, no," moaned the tired nanny. "Anything but
that!"
She turned her head and saw the little girl on her
back looking so happy, she knew that she had to play
along, at least for a short time anyway. Then, she would
strongly suggest that they find either a more willing
mount or start another game, one that did not include
her!
Athena crawled about the room on all fours, and tried
to make it interesting for her rider with what she hoped
were appropriate horse sounds and movements. The little
girl rode with her small legs curled around Athena's
waist and used her wide pink plastic belt as a saddle.
She knew her unfettered breasts were swaying freely
beneath her and because of them she actually felt much
more like a stupid cow then a horse, but the child on her
back was obviously having the time of her life and that
made everything worth while. She prayed that no one
would come in right now and see her scampering around the
floor like this. Still, she kept her movements as low-
keyed as she possibly could, so that her breasts would be
as still as possible. No point in giving these kids any
more of a show then they were already getting.
After a final quick circuit of the play room, Athena
returned to the 'stable' to deposit her satisfied rider
and return to her work in the kitchen. But there she
found a whole series of small happy riders who were
waiting to ride her.
"Oh, no!" groaned Athena. "I'll never be able to
quit now." She worriedly checked the group carefully but
was relieved when she couldn't find little Barbara
anywhere. At least this was one game that couldn't get
out of hand.
It was the second child who grabbed her blonde hair in
two thick bunches and started using it as a set of reins,
guiding her left and right as needed with gentle tugs.
Athena found herself responding more and more easily to
the 'commands' of her riders. It soon became obvious to
her that most if not all of these children had been
riding real horses for some time because of the practiced
ease with which most had in controlling her. They were
not afraid in pulling on her hair quite sharply whenever
she wanted to go somewhere they did not, or digging their
heels sharply into her sides when she refused to move.
Her protests were always ignored and the only way she
could get them to stop was to go in the direction they
wanted.
As she grew tired, the 'trainers' began to
occasionally pat her on her vulnerable buttocks to make
her go faster. The pats soon became more frequent and
more forceful, until eventually the constant slapping had
her racing along the floor, her unencumbered breasts
inside her suit dancing painfully beneath her, as the
rider on her back directed her by harshly pulling on the
reins or digging her heels into the gasping Athena's
sides.
She tried to be as quiet as she could, to show that
the children couldn't affect her, but she couldn't help
the astonished "Oh!" escape her lips whenever their hands
got too low in the excitement of the game and smacked her
vulnerable pussy by mistake. Her bouncing breasts were
rubbing their tips against the tight material of her suit
so much the terribly distracted Athena was afraid her
nipples would burst into flame at any moment.
So much was happening with her body that Athena never
realized how the children were actually training her.
She learned to side-step, to back-up, and even to prance
regally on command. Athena had been turned into a docile
show horse and, so focused was she on her over-stimulated
body, that she never knew it had happened.
When the children all had their turns riding and
teaching her the basics, they led her, still on her hands
and knees, panting into the center of the room. They
took off her belt, the ride being over after all, and in
true equestrian fashion they all began to rub her down.
The reporter was worried at first, because her body
was so oddly stimulated by the game, but she soon relaxed
under the magic touch of her 'grooms'.
The exhausted Athena was surprised to find that this
actually helped to quell the burning in her poor, abused
buttocks, as well as the stiffness in her muscles she had
gotten from all of that hands-and-knees crawling.
Even so, the increasingly dazed 21-year old wasn't
very happy with the way the children always seemed to
focus on her private places, so prominently displayed by
her suit, whenever they had the chance. For example,
there was no need for them to rub her so much between her
upper legs! They kept going far too high and would
repeatedly press deliciously against her already tingling
sex. And her breasts! They seem fascinated with the
firm mounds and even firmer nipples. By the time they
had finished with her chest rub Athena felt as if her
dangling breasts were swollen to twice their normal size.
Except for the attention being paid to her privates,
the tired nanny was enjoying her rubdown. Every muscle
received its due and surprisingly effective attention.
It was like one of those expensive massages she had heard
about. Her skin felt like it should be glowing, the
rubdown was so good.
In fact, it was becoming too good. When Athena found
herself tilting her hips slightly to receive more of that
wonderful if unintentional touching between her legs, she
hung her head in disgust. How could she use innocent
children like that, as the source of some secret pleasure
for herself? What on earth was going on?
"What's the matter with me today?" she muttered. She
was absolutely disgusted with herself with what she had
just been doing. What a slut! How could she ever hope
to convince Mrs. Devereux what a fine, moral person she
was if she continued to do things which involved using
the children under her care for her own mysterious out-
of-control needs. First it was little Barbara, and now
this. "What in God's name is the matter with me?"
When they felt she was ready, they led the shattered
woman over to the next group. Athena was so distraught
with lust and guilt that she did not notice at first the
change in groups. She never did notice that her belt was
never returned to her.
Now she played 'foreign car dealership.' Athena was
so worn out that the last thing she wanted was to be
included in yet another silly game, but it had already
started by the time she realized what was happening.
This one sounded harmless enough at first. She was again
on all fours, but this time was pretending to be a car in
need of repairs. The children played irate owners and
fumbling mechanics. She learned to her dismay that they
would be checking her all over for strange noises, loose
parts, and any other ills the children had heard their
parents complain about over the years.
A fresh set of hands and eyes now began to explore her
proud body, looking for 'problems.' Once again they
seemed intensely interested in exactly those areas of her
Athena knew they should leave alone, yet now there was a
difference.
The hands of the grooms had been grasping and greedy.
They literally seemed to have devoured her. The hands
had seemed positively hungry for her proud flesh.
The hands of her mechanics were gentle, their feather-
like touches on her nanny suit so light at first she
could hardly notice them as they slowly traced the
rounded contours of her delightful body. Athena shivered
and goose-pimples erupted all over her.
She prayed it wouldn't happen but, sure enough, two
children soon slid under her chest and began checking her
still tender and very swollen breasts. After their
recent mauling, the light touches on her vulnerable
breasts quickly captivated the dazed reporter. When they
started using their mouths on the erect nipples, it was
all she could do not to press them more fully into the
tiny faces of her small tormentors.!
For the first time they also unzipped her suit, so
that they could 'look under the hood.' She let them
check out her bare back (no harm in that), but she
finally drew the line when she felt her suit start to
slip off of her shoulders as impish hands had somehow
worked their way around her sides to her glowing breasts.
Athena shook her head slightly in an attempt to clear it
of the growing sexual haze which surrounded her mind.
She had no idea how long those hands had been inside the
front of her suit and knew that it should have bothered
her much more than it did. She knew she should be
worried about what was going on, but it was becoming
increasingly difficult for her to concentrate. There
were hands all over her body, and Athena found it
impossible to keep track of them. She just wanted to
lose herself in the incredible sensations the children
were giving her.
But hands on her naked breasts? No matter how nice it
felt, that was certainly going a bit too far, especially
with this group. Athena briefly sat up and, after gently
pulling out the offending hands, re-zipped her suit
before obediently getting back down again on all fours
and continuing her inspection. Strangely, she was not
even embarrassed. In fact she wondered why she was even
bothering about it. They weren't doing anything, were
they? Some dim alarm going off in her heated mind made
her go through the motions, although when she got back
into position she made sure her wonderful breast
mechanics had what they needed. The thought of leaving
never entered her head.
After that they thankfully left her suit's zipper
alone.
The gentle so-called inspection and repair job
continued. Her mind in a complete cloud by now, Athena
was only vaguely worried when they started talking about
checking out her exhaust system. Her arms were lowered
until her face was against the floor, leaving her behind
high in the air and her sore breasts mashed into the
carpet, while her knees were spread apart as much as
possible, all for 'easy access.' Athena, the right side
of her face almost lost in the deep carpet, soon forgot
about everything as the children mercilessly teased her
stewing womanhood and anus, her hips jerking
involuntarily to the very effective touch of their small
digits.
The hands dancing ever so delicately over her lightly
covered sex soon had the overpowered reporter wanting to
scream for mercy from all of the unintentional teasing
the children were giving her. They covered every line,
every curve, every inch of her steaming crotch. No part
of her escaped them! She was so aroused she knew her
delightfully tormented pussy was openly dripping now in
her tight suit, but she didn't care. It felt so
fantastic, she didn't care about anything anymore, even
the fingers poking into her puckered anus.
Totally lost in the wonderful sensations of her sexual
delirium, Athena could only groan helplessly, "Oohh.
What are you doing to me?"
Suddenly, she tensed in horror as she sensed the
climax rising within her. Athena knew she was ready to
have an orgasm and realized too late that things had
gotten way out of hand.
"Oh, no! I'm going to cum!" she moaned in despair.
She held her breath and waited for the ultimate
humiliation to finally happen, her white fists
desperately clutching the carpet. And waited. And
waited.
She had never felt so ready, yet it did not happen!
Trembling, she began to breath again in wonder. "What
happened?" she thought.
After a while, Athena realized that the children were
still touching her, but in a different way. It was much
more calming how they were rubbing her back and sides
then before, with the delicious things they were doing to
her sex. She sighed in relief into the carpet, but there
was also a vast sense of unfulfillment, even frustration
building within her now.
As soon as the danger of her losing control passed and
she relaxed, the touching changed and Athena found
herself again being carried helplessly along to the
precipice of climax as her sex was again the delicate
focus of the insidious mechanics, and again she was left
trembling on the brink. The reporter knew she would
surly go insane if this continued!
The dazed reporter wondered why they were doing this
to her, when she realized that it wasn't them at all. It
was really her! They couldn't know! They were innocent
children, young girls who could not possibly know what
they were doing to her. How could they? They could not
know what secrets stimulated a full-grown woman into
sexual ecstasy, any more then they could know the private
need of one to reach her sexual zenith after that. It
was pure madness of her to even think of it being
otherwise. So what was the solution?
(Making little whimpering sounds of pure frustration,
Athena began to move her body back and forth over the
floor. This caused her highly sensitive nipples to rub
the carpet and to push her hips back into the hands of
her tormentors.)
Of course! The children had no idea what they were
really doing to her. It was all just a game to them!
Fortunately for her, it was a game that could not
continue forever.
But it did continue! She was brought to the edge not
once, but several times, yet the great release she so
feared and wanted never seemed happened! Just when the
terrible pressure within her grew too great, it would
magically lessen, leaving the very confused nanny feeling
more and more frustrated.
Finally the game was over and Athena the Car was
pronounced to be ready for the road. She was quietly
sobbing in her frustration, her tears running freely
across her face and into the carpet. The children wiped
her face with a towel and somehow were able to get the
distressed nanny to her feet. Sometime during the game
she must have lost her boots, because she vaguely noticed
her feet were bare when the children led her staggering
to the next group.
"Please," she begged weakly. "Please, no more." She
had not a clue as to what was going on any more. She
knew she was at the point where she could not take any
more of whatever it was that was happening to her. Her
shattered nerves demanded release. She did not really
care what happened to her anymore, just as long as
something did, and soon. As she walked, the slight
movement of her breasts, the slick friction of her
lubricated thighs, all nearly made her cum as she was
walked only the brief distance to the other group.
For Athena the last game was the worst of all. Able
to barely stand, they led her, disheveled and gasping,
over to where the last group was playing. She just stood
there, with no one saying a word. She was becoming
grateful for this quiet opportunity to recover, when she
heard a screamed, "Tickle Attack!"
"Oh, no!" she pleaded as she was mobbed by five
laughing children. Unable to protect herself in time,
she went down before the giggling onslaught. Everyone
piled on top of her and quickly tickled her into a state
of laughing helplessness.
"STOP IT!" she screamed as she laughed hysterically.
"Please stop it, I beg you! Please, please stop! Oh
God! SAVE ME!"
Helpless against the onslaught, her clever assailants
covered her with their hands as her sides began to ache
terribly from all the laughter. Ignoring her repeated
pleas for mercy, the little ones used this opportunity
for one last true assault on her vulnerable and
prominently displayed erotic zones.
A shattered Athena, lying on the carpeted floor, open
and helpless before their cunning hands and educated
digits, was powerless to defend her vulnerable body.
Swiftly she was fondled, stroked, tweaked, and fingered.
It was over very quickly, so quickly that Athena was
still screaming for mercy long after the cunning children
had finished with her. She realized her mistake and
became quiet, but she was beyond feeling foolish about
it. She was beyond feeling anything, except a hideous,
powerful need for release!
Although this last game was thankfully brief, for
Athena it was more than enough. By the time the last
group had finished with her, she was in an alarming
state. Her heart was pounding heavily under her heaving
chest. She could not steady her breathing at all. She
was incredibly warm within the nanny suit and could feel
herself sweating profusely in the cool room. She could
feel her nipples, surprising tender, were almost bursting
through the thin suit. The tight material of the suit
that stretched over her throbbing crotch, now completely
soaked, was like a hand holding her terribly teased sex.
She had been unknowingly stimulated without respite
almost to the point of madness all afternoon. She was
physically worn out, emotionally spent, yet so sexually
primed that the slightest bit of stimulation applied to
her now would most surely push her over the edge.
All Athena could think of was finding a quiet spot and
to try a get a grip on her shattered nerves. She could
feel her vaginal fluids heavy within her very ready pussy
and dully hoped that they would not stain her suit too
much until she could calm herself down out of this
extraordinary sexual high she was on at the moment. Her
breasts were incredibly swollen and tender, the nipples
even more so.
She left the last group and staggered over to the
center of the room. Athena sank cross-legged onto the
thick carpet, feeling completely bewildered and
exhausted. The children seated themselves all around her
in a tight circle. The ones in front saw her unseeing
eyes and heaving breasts, with the erect nipples
practically piercing their way through the thin clinging
fabric of her suit. The children there gave knowing
looks to those sitting behind their befuddled nanny.
The tiny sound of Athena's zipper being lowered ripped
across the absolute stillness of the room like a gunshot
heard in a church on a quiet Sunday morning. Athena
stiffened in alarm, but she knew there was no fight left
in her. Too much had happened to her! She could not
even think any more. Her mind was so clouded she wasn't
totally sure why she was there sitting on the floor. Was
this the start of yet another game? Athena was only
aware that her poor body was screaming desperately for
some kind of release from all of the unintentional
teasing, the divine torment she had been receiving at the
hands of these devilish children. If only she wasn't so
close! The blessed release of an orgasm was all she
could think about! What had those little ones been doing
to her? The children had unknowingly brought her to the
edge and then had kept her there with their strange
games. Her climax was so close she could taste it!
Her breasts were incredibly swollen and lonely. It
was all Athena could do not to press her hands tightly
against them to comfort the proud orbs, but then how
could she ever explain what she was doing to the
children? Her shaking hands were in tight fists, to keep
from touching herself.
She instinctively wanted to press her legs to help
stifle the constant throbbing of her obviously outraged
sex, but she noticed that the slightest pressure of her
secretion-slicked thighs together caused her practically
destroyed mind to go spinning off even more. Her
pulsating womanhood was so ready it was unbelievable!
Athena wasn't sure she hadn't suffered a few mini-
climaxes already! It was impossible for her to tell any
more. All she knew for sure was that the slightest touch
by anything even near her sex could easily push her over
the precipice forever!
The confused reporter felt the zipper to her suit
continue its slow downward journey, but this time she
could do nothing. She would fix it in a moment. Oh,
yes! She would certainly fix everything in a moment.
Right now she desperately needed to rest and to get her
body back under control, otherwise she would loose it in
front of these innocents and be humiliated for life!
The 'children' had been waiting for this moment all
afternoon. It would have been far too easy for everyone
to have their fun with her when she was unconscious in
the bathroom. They wanted this beautiful woman to know
exactly what was happening to her. Everything that they
had done to their nanny before this was only to prepare
her for this one sublime moment, the time of her final
and most public submission to their collective wills.
Athena Valentine was at last theirs for the taking, and
they knew it. They just wanted to be sure that Miss
Valentine knew it too, so that they could enjoy her
conquest even more.
The zipper was all the way down Athena's erect back
when the hall door opened and a young maid came into the
sex-charged room carrying a large silver tray loaded with
flat white boxes. The girl was a temporary hire who's
duties in the kitchen were quite conventional. She
looked with startled eyes at the pink-clad Athena
surrounded by children, all sitting Indian-style on the
floor.
"How sweet. Must be story time," she said.
She walked towards the group, then stopped in
amazement.
"Oh, my goodness," she gasped when she really had a
good look at Athena. The woman was soaked with sweat!
There was a large wet stain right in the crotch of her
body stocking, as well as serious stains at the ends of
each breast and down along her ribs underneath each
armpit.
And that outfit! Wow! Talk about hot pink! But,
really, how tight can you get? Still, she wondered
briefly where she could pick up something like that, at a
reasonable price of course.
The maid looked again at the large wet stain covering
the blonde beauty's entire pink-wrapped crotch. "No, it
couldn't be," she said to herself. "She must have
spilled something." What a slob!
The maid was disconcerted by the way the children
were all looking at her with strangely hostile eyes, as
if she had just interrupted something very important.
Anxious to be out of there as soon as possible, she
blurted to the dazed Athena, "Here are the pizzas you
wanted." Getting no response, she tried again. "I'm
from the kitchen? Where, ah, where do you want me to put
them?" she asked the panting, glassy-eyed woman in pink.
When Athena continued to be silent, one of the older
girls finally got up and went over to the delivery girl
still standing by the door.
"I'm Peggy," said the child.
"Hello, Peggy. I'm Diana. Ah, where would your
sitter like these?"
"Put them in the kitchenette, please."
"Thanks." Lowering her voice, Diana added, "Is
anything the matter with her?"
"Flu," the child answered.
"Oh."
"We're taking care of her."
"Ooohh. That's so cute," Diana gushed.
Keeping as far away as possible from where the
obviously distressed Athena was sitting, the maid went
into the kitchenette and unloaded the tray.
When she returned, she asked the still standing Peggy,
"Do you need any help?"
"No thank you. We have everything we need."
"Well, okay, then. Be sure to call if you should need
something later. We'll be there all day. 'Bye."
"Good-bye."
Diana left, after one last look at the strange beauty
sitting on the floor. "Phew," she muttered, fanning
herself as she walked down the hall toward the kitchen
stairs. There was something about that woman in pink
surrounded by all of those kids. "Hot!"
In the interval of the maid's visit, Athena felt
recovered enough to try and take charge of her unruly
children once again. Besides, she just couldn't sit
there any longer. She had to do something, anything, to
take her fried mind off of her super-heated body.
The presence of the maid caused the nanny to remember
her responsibilities once more. She was here with the
children for a purpose. It was her job to take care of
them, not to take advantage of their innocence in the
secret gratification of her own sick desires.
It was a tremendous effort for her, but she wearily
pulled her zipper up, then unsteadily got to her feet.
She didn't she pull the zipper all the way to the top,
nor did she fasten the small clasp located at the top.
It was a difficult reach for her at the best of times and
she was feeling much too tired and sore to bother with
it. She certainly wasn't going to ask any of the
children for help, considering the odd way they had been
behaving lately.
It did not matter, because unknown to Athena a child
had quickly stood behind her and pulled down on the
zipper as Athena slowly rose to her feet. The child
deliberately yanked the long zipper's tab past its end,
effectively jamming it completely open.
"Okay, children," Athena said dully. "Play time is
over. It's time for us to eat."
The spell was broken and there was nothing they could
do about it! For the moment, anyway. Masking their
colossal disappointment at this unfortunate turn of
events, the 'children' all responded with practiced cries
of joy and made a dash for the food.
A weaving Athena watched as the children set their
places at the table. Tears of gratitude came to her eyes
as she saw them set a place for her as well, right in the
middle. She noticed that a few had even gone under the
table near her spot, probably to make sure the floor was
clean or something.
"You're such great kids," she said to them, when they
held out the chair for her. "Thank you."
As the completely befuddled reporter stood beside her
chair, waiting for the children to settle themselves, she
never noticed a small hand that crept up between her
thighs and began to massage her dripping sex.
"Uhh!" she gasped as a small thumb pressed against her
swollen clit. It felt so wonderful, yet why did these
strange sensations keep happening? Athena bit her lower
lip as she fought this latest in an endless series of
insane urges to climax! Will this never end? She
couldn't sit here now, she realized, feeling like this.
She would cum for sure as soon as she tried to sit down.
The sensations stopped and, after a fruitless attempt to
gain control of her raging body, Athena was at least able
to shakily back away from the table.
"You...you children go ahead and eat. I'm...I'm feeling a
little funny right now, and need to lay down for a bit."
After making sure that everyone had napkins and
something to drink, Athena looked around for a place to
be alone for a time. There were couches in the playroom
of course, but she had had enough of kids! She thought
of going to her suite down the hall, but then she would
be too far away in case anything happened. She was still
on duty. The only alternative was the child-sized rest
room.
She turned and staggered over to the entrance and
looked with tired loathing at the small rubber door
located at the base of the wall. "Damn," she muttered
quietly, and got down on the floor.
"Ow!" she cried as her painfully swollen and very
tender breasts came into full contact with the floor.
Sighing, she rolled over and, on her back, began inching
her way head-first into the narrow opening with her arms
at her sides.
Careless in her nervous exhaustion, she forgot to have
her arms go through the doorway first. Her shoulders
became tightly wedged in the small opening, leaving her
head and neck in the empty bathroom and the rest of her
on the other side of the wall.
"That's just fucking great!" she cried bitterly as she
struggled frantically to free herself. In her panic at
being stuck, her head cleared a great deal of its thick
carnal haze, but it was too late. Try as she might, she
was hopelessly trapped!
Swallowing her pride, Athena shouted as loudly as she
could, "Help! Children, help me! I'm stuck!!"
Within a short time, she could thankfully hear their
laughing voices on the other side of the wall.
"What's wrong, Athena?" they chorused.
"I'm stuck, children."
"Should we get some help?"
"NO! Under no circumstances are you to get anyone.
If you can just help to pull me out, everything will be
fine."
"Are you really stuck?" one asked politely.
"Yes, honey. I'm afraid so."
"TICKLE ATTACK!" Athena heard a sweet young voice
scream.
"NO! DON'T YOU DARE YOU LITTLE SHITS..." Athena's
protests turned into uncontrollable laughter, her lower
arms waving uselessly, as the children went to work on
her defenseless body.
While some worked on her sensitive ribs and feet,
others with a different game in mind started on her
thinly covered breasts and pouting labia.
As she laughed uncontrollably, Athena's quivering body
jumped and twisted, but she couldn't shake off her
tormentors. She felt the children's hands all over her
vulnerable body, and there was nothing she could do about
it.
As abruptly as the tickle attack began, it ended.
"Thank God!" a worn out Athena panted as she tried to
get her breath back.
She was plotting her retribution when she felt a
strange pressure upon her bubbling crotch, and she
unexpectedly climaxed.
Shocked, she screamed, "OH NO!" as her vagina began
sending uncontrollable convulsions all through her
tortured being! Her body bucked wildly, sending children
flying through the air like confetti.
"AAAAAAHHHH!" Athena screamed as the climax that had
been forbidden her for so long jarred her to her very
soul! Huge waves of deep guilt and extreme satisfaction
collided within her shattered mind as her over-teased
body responded in wild exhilaration to this seemingly
ultimate release.
On and on it went, her body flailing helplessly under
the throes of the most monstrous orgasm the continuously
spasming Athena could ever remember! It continued for so
long the astonished reporter knew that she would surly
die if it didn't stop soon!
Finally her strange ordeal was over and her maddened
body began to slow in its mindless quest for forbidden
satisfaction. In the center of the subsiding storm, a
thankfully recovering Athena felt the strange pressure on
her steaming crotch return and she climaxed again, and
then again!
"NOOOOO!" she cried as she was once more overpowered
by her own treacherous body.
In her emotional turmoil, she was dimly aware of her
cuntal fluids being pumped by her strongly pulsating
vagina into the sopping crotch of her nanny suit.
As the effects of her mighty orgasms started to fade,
Athena was slowly able to take stock of her humiliating
situation.
"Oooooh," she moaned in her despair as she thought of
how her obviously soiled suit must look to the children.
"They'll see, they'll see."
She felt like such a slut! After playing closely with
innocent children for the first time as a nanny, her body
had gone off like a rocket. What was wrong with her?
Athena lay listlessly for a long time, overcome with
shame at her body's uncontrolled behavior. She gradually
became aware of a strong tugging on her suit that was
happening all over her body.
"The children!" she said weakly. The children were
trying to rescue her.
"Thank you, children! Thank you!" she gratefully
gasped. "Now, pull together, children, pull on my arms
and leg so I can get the hel'... get out of here."
It soon became obvious to the trapped reporter that
the children were intent on doing it their own way, and
were ignoring her advise completely.
The perplexed Athena began to feel something else
happening to her. Her uniform's back was spreading apart
under the effects of the children's efforts, and the
loosened elastic material of her suit was starting to
slowly slide down off of her smooth shoulders!
"ON NO! Please, God, not that!" she prayed, but the
material continued its slide.
"Children!" she desperately called. "Don't hold my
clothes, okay? Hold my hands and pull on those."
She held up her open hands as much as she could, but
nothing changed. The children in their noisy enthusiasm
continued to ignore her, regardless of how much she
called out to them. They kept pulling on her sleeves
instead of her hands!
The material continued its slow journey downward.
Athena began to truly panic when it reached the tops of
her breasts.
"Please, children!" the frantic Athena pleaded as she
tried to pull up her descending suit. "You must stop
now! Stop and go for help. Find a grownup, find anyone!
It doesn't matter! Just stop what you are doing,
please!"
But they didn't stop. The children easily pulled the
loosened sleeves over her defending hands and continued
to draw on the tight garment. Athena thought of kicking
with her legs but was afraid of hurting one of the
children. So she could do nothing except loudly protest
what was going on.
When her terribly erect nipples were finally exposed,
Athena heard cries of wonder from the other room and
she started weeping uncontrollably.
By the time the children had worked the material down
to her waist, Athena had become emotionally spent. The
day had just become too much for her to endure any
longer. She was too tired to do anything now except lie
there. She couldn't even cry about her exposure anymore.
Yet she was still startled when she felt small mouths
start to suck and lick on her swollen, exposed breasts.
Unable to do anything about it, Athena could only pray
that would soon tire of this game before her out-of-
control body erupted shamefully once again.
Others joined them on the increasingly exposed areas
of her body, licking and kissing the supple flesh of her
abdomen. When her pubic area was exposed, she heard a
delighted gasp from the other room, and immediately felt
hands and mouths all over her pubic triangle. Her tear-
streaked face burned in shame as the children were
delightfully playing with her trimmed growth of pubic
hair, and merrily investigating the other wonders of her
now exposed womanhood.
Athena laughed insanely at the thought. Here she was,
the keen, new investigative reporter who was now herself
being thoroughly investigated!
Other mouths followed the now rapidly retreating
garment as it raced down past her supple thighs and
sculptured legs. Soon Athena knew she was completely
nude, trapped, and totally at the mercy of anyone who
wanted her. The eager and surprisingly knowing young
mouths and hands that covered her from her poor abused
chest to her wide-apart feet were ample proof to her of
her naked body's extreme vulnerability.
She knew that the children, in spite of their
strangely intense interest in her body, were naturally
far too young to be considered any real threat to her
sexually. She was certain that at their age it was
impossible for them to have the slightest concept of the
effect their actions were having on her overly-responsive
body.
Unfortunately, they were also far too young to be able
to provide any real protection from anyone who really
would want to take advantage of her ridiculous
predicament.
Detesting herself for her lack of control, she could
already sense the rising tide of sensations within her as
her traitorous body began to quickly respond once again
to the children's innocent activities.
"My God!" the 21-year old woman screamed as her third
orgasm suddenly overcame her, her body writhing. "I'm
lost!"
Her shattered mind totally defeated, Athena promptly
fainted.
In a small, dark room located in the depths of the
mansion, a small figure watched with delight as Athena's
nude torso, splashed in exquisite detail across a wide-
screen monitor, thrashed in one last mighty spasm before
finally becoming still.
"They really surpassed themselves this time," Mrs.
Devereux said to herself with satisfaction.
She looked again at the prone figure on the screen,
now covered again with the 'children.' She couldn't
blame them one bit. They had earned their reward, and
then some. And the reward looked very tasty indeed,
especially when she was sprawled out helpless like that.
The fact that women tended to run small in her family
(her own, beautiful Danielle being quite the exception)
did come in handy for her purposes from time to time. It
was a nuisance having to change all the arrangements at
the last minute, but it had to be done. Keeping all
the children safe at her sister's nearby estate was the
only option.
One week was all she would need to get to this so-
called reporter, then she would be hers forever! Ha! As
if she couldn't recognize a policewoman's notes when she
saw them.
"Well," she thought, after watching her eager teen-
aged nieces have their fun with the unconscious Athena,
"if our new 'nanny' thinks today was exciting, she is in
for quite a surprise." She wondered which of her various
secret operations the police had uncovered, but decided
that, in the long run, it really didn't matter. She
would simply do her best to protect them all, and her
best could be very formidable indeed.
"Send someone to investigate me, will they?" Mrs.
Devereux said, then sighed. Wait until she called that
old fool Forthingill. These kind of mistakes just
weren't supposed to happen. "I'd say that this called
for a refund," she said grimly.
She looked at the photocopied pages of Athena's
journal and thought again of the steps she would have to
take until she had this Valentine woman under her
control. "The fools, they haven't the slightest idea
with whom they are dealing, but they'll soon find
out."
"Or rather," Mrs. Devereux whispered gleefully, her
eyes glinting madly as they roamed over the nude Athena,
"she'll soon find out! The 'children' will see to that."
The Nanny: Part Six
Athena Valentine awoke suddenly in the darkened
playroom. The dream she just experienced had been
terrifying, and she was still not over its effects. It
was the night of her graduation form City College, and
her entire family had gotten together and reserved a room
in the fanciest restaurant in town to celebrate. They
were all dressed to the Nines. Even her younger sister
had been wearing real clothes for a change.
Things were just fine until she felt a light tickling
on her feet. She sneaked a look under the tablecloth and
was shocked to see an entire army of women only one inch
high covering her feet and crawling up her legs! She
looked closer and saw that the leader looked suspiciously
like Mrs. Devereux. Try as she might to prevent it with
out attracting attention, the tiny women climbed up her
stocking-covered legs and moved underneath her dress.
She had been frantic when they began cutting small
parts away from her pantyhose. She thought of dashing
off to the ladies room to get them off her, but her
family kept asking her questions about college.
Suppressing a scream, she felt a second group continue
to move up the inside of her dress until they reached her
bra, and began cutting small bits away from that as well.
Soon the floor around her was piled high with the
small sliced pieces of her underwear, and she was naked
under her dress.
Absolutely helpless, she could only sit there
squirming as the tiny women now began to stimulate her
vulnerable privates. She could feel their tiny bodies
all over her breasts, the small mouths nibbling on her
(to them) enormously erect nipples. Not content with
fondling her labia on the outside, vast numbers of them
were also teasing her from inside her vagina as well.
Agitated beyond endurance, she stood up and started
for the rest room. She could feel vaginal fluids
running down the inside of her legs as she stumbled away
from the table.
It was when she was in the center of the dining room
that she climaxed and the seams on her dress disappeared,
leaving her screaming in lust with clouds of tiny naked
women covering her chest and pubes.
The scream woke her.
When Athena opened her eyes, the first thing she saw
was Danielle's smiling face hovering over hers. She knew
she was on her back and totally exposed in the middle of
the floor in the empty play room, yet relief flooded
through the naked 21-year old woman. With Danielle here
she was finally safe from the children.
"Wow, babe," the girl said softly. "Did we have
ourselves a fun first day, or what?"
"Oh, Danielle!" Athena cried as she wrapped her arms
around Danielle's long, stalk-like neck. "It was awful!"
Putting her thin arms around Athena's shoulders and
under her knees, Danielle easily lifted the sobbing woman
from the floor, and held her for a moment before heading
for the door, enjoying the feel of the warm, firm flesh
on her bare arms.
When she reached the door, the sobbing Athena suddenly
became alarmed. "Wait! I can't go out there like...
like this!"
"It's all right," Danielle soothed. "It's very late
and there is no one around. And even if there were, it's
still all right in this house."
"Okay," sobbed the distraught Athena, not sounding
very sure about this at all. "If you say so."
Danielle lightly carried her delectable burden through
the deserted hallway and back to the nanny suite. Once
inside, Danielle continued to carry Athena through the
sitting room and into the bedroom.
Raising her head from Danielle's shoulder, the softly
sobbing Athena watched them pass through the rooms.
"Where are you taking me?" she said meekly.
"These are your rooms, remember. We are going to get
you fixed up for bed."
"That'll be nice," the naked woman sniffed sleepily as
she laid her head back down on Danielle's shoulder.
Danielle placed Athena on her feet in her adjoining
bathroom. "Okay, now," she said carefully. "Do your
business, wash your face, and brush your teeth. If you
need me for anything, I'll be right outside."
"Okay. And thanks. Thanks for rescuing me," Athena
said shyly, and closed the bathroom door.
The normally unflappable Danielle, after being in such
close proximity to Athena's lush, nude body, was so
light-headed from the experience she had to lie down on
the bed for a moment.
By the time Athena had returned to the bedroom, she
was feeling very refreshed. What had happened seemed
so incredible that she refused to think about it tonight.
Athena was surprised to see that Danielle had the bed
spread turned down and the lights dimmed. She noticed
Danielle was, as usual, sprawled comfortably across the
bed, watching her with those surprisingly alert eyes of
hers.
"Such service for a lowly nanny," the smiling Athena
said. She was wrapped in a bath towel, and was in the
process of putting another around her wet hair.
"Anything for you, babe," Danielle murmured very
softly. "Oh, we sleep in the raw here at Castle
Devereux, ma'am," she called to Athena across the room.
"You might," Athena said, laughing a little. "I
don't."
Athena walked over to her dresser and went through the
drawers, looking for something to sleep in. She found
the underwear drawer and removed a pair of modest white
panties and a long, sleeping T-shirt.
Danielle said nothing when Athena pulled on the
panties underneath the towel. She was patient, and knew
her time would come to lower those panties and obtain
those delightful secrets which were hidden inside soon
enough.
With her back to her guest, Athena demurely dropped
her towel and quickly pulled on the T-shirt over her
head. She was grateful that her clothes had been neatly
put away by the staff. It would save her the trouble of
doing so tomorrow.
At the thought of tomorrow, and the fresh horrors it
would bring, Athena froze. Try as she might to forget
them, the terrible events of the day flooded through her.
"This was only the first day!" her mind screamed.
"The first day!"
In the mirror over the dresser, Athena saw that
Danielle had noticed her look of panic and had come over
to where she was standing.
"What's wrong, honey?" the tall teenager kindly
asked, as she wrapped her long arms around Athena's
trembling body.
"First Day!" Athena was finally able to gasp. "It's
only the first day!"
Athena felt Danielle's hands as they slid up her back
to rest at the base of her neck. There, she felt
Danielle's fingers start to dig into the wrought-iron
muscles of Athena's shoulders.
"Good God!" Danielle exclaimed, humorously. "I've
held steel weights that were more flexible than these. I
can see this is going to take a while." She led the
still trembling Athena over to the foot of the bed.
Before the woman had a chance to react, Danielle
deftly pulled Athena's T-shirt over her head and pushed
her face down onto her bed.
"Oh! Danielle!" cried the startled Athena as she
scrambled to cover the sides of her exposed breasts from
view.
"Oh, brother! Now you get modest!" muttered Danielle
as she undressed herself. "Get yourself comfortable,
nanny."
"I would like my shirt back, please."
"No. You can't do this with clothes on, it just isn't
the same, and you'll never get to sleep tonight without
it. You're as stiff as a board, honey."
Danielle watched with amusement as the reluctant
Athena slowly slid up the bed, being extremely careful to
keep her naked chest as covered as possible.
As she slid over the silk sheets, Athena was surprised
at the reaction her semi-nude body was having because of
her contact with the luxurious fabric. Goose pimples
appeared all over her exposed flesh. Her nipples were
suddenly outrageously hard as they dragged on the slick
material.
Athena didn't know what to do! "If only Danielle
hadn't taken my top," she thought. She knew that if she
got up, her chest would be exposed, and she had more than
enough of that today. So she continued moving up the
slick, cool sheets, gritting her teeth to fight the
insane sensations her body was feeling. "If it's this
bad now, what will sleeping in them be like?" the
despondent reporter thought. At least she would have her
top on then, and possibly even a bra. Usually she didn't
wear a bra at night, but it would be better not to take
any chances tonight, she decided. Things were strange
enough with her as it was.
Danielle waited until Athena had moved herself up the
length of the king-sized bed and placed her head sideways
on a pillow. Nude, Danielle got on the bed and straddled
Athena's waist with her thighs.
"Danielle!" cried the suddenly alarmed Athena as the
nude Danielle settled herself comfortably on the raised
hillocks of Athena's firm buttocks. "What are you doing?
I'm not even dressed!" She turned her head and looked
behind her in shock. "And neither are you! What are you
thinking?"
"I'm going to have my way with you," Danielle said
softly, as she started massaging the stiff muscles at the
base of Athena's neck.
"What?"
"I said I'm going to have a New Wave review," Danielle
said, much more loudly. "Later this week, when I can get
my room back. Want to come?"
"Oh. But...but...," Athena sputtered, unable to
continue. Two women naked on the same bed like this, it
just wasn't right. But, how can you explain that to
someone without offending her, especially when she had
just come to your rescue? The problem was too much for
Athena's tired mind this late in a very long day, so she
just closed her eyes and got comfortable.
"That's right. Lay your head back down like a good
little girl. This could be some time before we are
done."
"Not for too long, okay? I'm very tired."
"After your day, I can believe it. But, tired or not,
this is going to be a very long night for both of us
unless I can get you relaxed first."
"For both of us?"
"Have a short attention span, do we? I told you
before, when the company comes to town, I am homeless.
Fortunately, this is a very big bed because (in case you
haven't noticed) I am a very big girl."
Athena chuckled at that, and began to feel much more
at ease. "That was why she took her clothes off," she
thought, greatly relieved. "She's sleeping here
tonight."
Danielle could feel the tension begin to ease out of
the perfect body beneath her.
"You never said if you were going to come to my
review."
"Oh. Sure. Ah, what's 'new wave' anyway, some kind
of music?"
"You know, for a teenager, you sure aren't up on your
popular culture. Unless you've been living in a cave
somewhere, I would have thought that all kids our age
would know everything there was to know about New Wave."
Danielle could feel the tension immediately return to
Athena's muscles.
"Yes. Well, my parents were pretty strict and I
didn't get out much. Sorry."
"Of course you didn't. Now, shut up and let me get
some of these kinks out."
As Danielle worked on her stiff shoulders, Athena
gradually felt the terrors of the day fade into the
background of her mind. She knew she should have done
some research into what was currently popular with
teenagers, but the assignment and everything which
followed happened so quickly she just didn't have time to
do much of anything. Athena though she had covered up
her ignorance well enough, but she realized she had to be
much more careful about such things in the future.
She had enough to worry about without having her cover
blown as well. God only knew where that would lead.
Unnoticed by the thinking reporter, Danielle was
slowly working her way down Athena's supple back. She
wasn't even aware that the teenager had moved her arms
away from her sides, and had included the bulging sides
of her tender breasts in the massage.
Before she did anything else, Athena knew she had to
become the perfect nanny. Her poor performance today
could have seriously jeopardized her position at the
Devereux home. Yet, was it possible that that was
exactly what was also expected of a nanny here. Not to
be just be a child's companion and guardian, but their
playmate as well? Even (My God!) their plaything?
She just couldn't do that! Not at all! Besides,
these were children after all (and girls at that), not
the usual group of sex-crazed guys she had to put up with
at college and work, the animals.
Still, something wasn't right. Not with what Danielle
was doing to her. That felt wonderful. The strong hands
of the tall teenager were down to Athena's waist now and
Athena was so warm and content she felt like purring.
Something wasn't right about the children.
Where were all the complaints from parents or, worse,
Mrs. Devereux, about her unspeakable behavior today.
True, they might not have heard about it yet, but her
nude presence (Athena started blushing at the thought) on
the floor in the play room would have been hard for
anyone to miss when they had come for their daughters at
8.
Athena was relieved when she sensed Danielle rise off
her hips and crawl down to the foot of the bed. "Good,
Athena thought. "She's finished. Now I can finally
think this thing through in peace and then try to get
some sleep."
Thinking over the events of the day and their possible
implications, Athena was only vaguely disappointed when
she felt Danielle spread her legs wide apart. "Must not
be finished yet," she thought. She settled herself
deeper in the sheets, secretly enjoying the feel of the
seductive material on her heated flesh, in the pleasant
expectation of the massage being continued.
Athena stiffened though when she felt Danielle's hands
on her thinly covered buttocks and now-spread naked
thighs. She knew she really should say something, but
she felt she was just now on the lead of something big
and didn't want to break her concentration. Besides, she
was wearing panties, thank goodness, and Danielle was a
girl after all, so what could happen?
Going back to her original idea, Athena felt
increasing surges of excitement. If nannies were indeed
expected to act as their charges' playthings, what a
story that would make! And if they were expected to do
so for the children, what about the parents? How did
they fit into this scheme? Were the parents at fault for
their nanny's predicament? Or was this all part of some
new child-rearing theory that was being secretly tested
in the field. And were the nannies a willing component?
She knew her small group going through nanny school were
not given the same training as the others. Maybe this
was all part of her missing training?
So focused had Athena become, Danielle was able to
easily slip between the woman's opened thighs and began
to expertly tease her panty-covered vulva with one hand
while still working on her buttocks with the other. She
noted with satisfaction that Athena's slick crotch band
was already very damp.
Athena found herself becoming more and more excited.
Never had she been so turned on by an idea before! The
very idea made her absolutely breathless: Nannies as
playthings! How dehumanizing! How terrible! How
exhilarating! What a story!!
She felt electrified, as if she were on the edge of
something very important. She could feel her heart was
literally racing inside her rapidly heaving chest she was
so excited.
Without realizing it, Athena started to push her hips
against the insidious hand Danielle had working between
her thighs.
Athena felt her entire body tingling with excitement!
This assignment could be her ticket after all, her big
chance to break into the major newspapers. No more free
press! No more sleazy assignments covering supermarket
openings! Athena Valentine, Washington Correspondent!
Athena Valentine, World-Famous Author! Athena Valentine,
Pulitzer Prize Winner! Athena Valentine, TV Talk-Show
Host!
It was when she was receiving the Nobel Prize for
Literature, that Athena Valentine, future multi-media
star, unexpectedly climaxed!
Shocked, the gasping Athena grabbed the silk sheets
under her in horror as her semi-nude body convulsed about
the bed. "What happened?" her dazed mind wondered as she
helplessly felt the narrow crotch band of her tight
panties becoming soaked with her flowing vaginal fluids.
"What in hell happened?"
It was only when her body finally calmed down that she
was able to take stock. She lay there, panting for air.
She felt Danielle pull her tight soiled panties down her
hips and off her legs, but for the moment she just didn't
care. It was when Danielle turned her over onto her back
that she started to say something, then stopped when the
teenager thankfully covered her nude body with a silk
sheet.
"Thank you," Athena mumbled, ashamed of herself once
again as she rolled over on her side and drew her knees
up to her chest, so she wouldn't have to face a witness
to her shame.
"It's all right," Danielle said kindly. She turned
out the lights, pulled up the sheet, and got into bed
behind the distressed nanny. She rolled on her side
and pressed her nude front tightly against Athena's back.
She rubbed Athena's thick blonde hair with her left hand
and slid her right hand up and down the curled-up woman's
bare flank.
"There, there," the girl whispered. "There, there."
Unable to hide any longer, Athena moved her legs down
and spun around. She threw herself fiercely against the
thin teenager, wrapping her arms tightly around her bed
companion's neck. "Oh, Danielle!" she cried. "I feel
so...so ashamed. I don't know what's happening to me!"
Danielle used her right hand now on Athena's trembling
buttocks, while her left continued to stroke her
luxurious hair.
"Why? What's wrong, honey? You can tell me. After
all, what are friends for?"
Athena had to tell someone. If she didn't, she knew
the shame of it would eat away inside of her forever.
"Well, it all started on the flight to Chicago..."
Athena, normally a taciturn individual about anything
concerning her personal life, surprised herself by
telling Danielle everything. She told her friend about
all of the misadventures that seemed to have happened
to her since she boarded the plane so very, very early
this morning.
Moving from the base of her buttocks as Athena talked,
Danielle worked her hand over the 21-year-old's
vulnerable cuntal slit. By the time Athena had reached
in her narrative all about her most recent episode here
on the bed, Danielle already had three fingers working
inside of the gasping woman's well-lubricated vagina.
"You don't say?" Danielle murmured sympathetically as
her long fingers continued their devilish work inside the
distressed woman's cunt.
Athena's mind was spinning out of control. Even as
she told her ghastly story, she could feel the terrible,
wonderful excitement building within her. "Won't this
ever end?" she wailed to herself. She had never felt
like this before. She felt Danielle's hands all over
her, yet knew the girl was only trying to comfort her.
It was her own body which was reacting outrageously yet
again.
"My God!" Athena suddenly exclaimed, when her
narrative had reached the bedroom. It suddenly came to
her! The last thing she remembered on the bed was
Danielle giving her a massage. Was she that far gone, to
the point where the slightest touch by someone, anyone,
even complete strangers, could cause her body to explode?
"What is it?" ask Danielle softly, thrusting her
fingers ever deeper into the very tight and very wet
cuntal passage, while her other hand was now tweaking one
of Athena's very responsive nipples.
Athena knew that Danielle must think her an absolute
slut for reacting to her kind touch in such a disgusting
manner. How could she ever make it up to Danielle?
How could she ever make it up to herself?
"Eh, Nothing!!" the gasping Athena shouted, her nude
body bucking as Danielle tenderly rubbed her thumb over
the woman's erect clitoris.
"What are you doing?!?!" the lust-maddened 21-year old
finally demanded, the last of her control almost gone.
"This," whispered Danielle with an evil grin, as she
made her final expert assault on the reporter's
vulnerable clitoris.
"NO!!" shouted Athena as she frantically tried to
fight the tidal-wave of sensations pouring through her
helplessly thrashing body. "It's too much. It's too
much! Make it stop! Please MAKE IT STOP!!!" she
screamed as yet another unexpected orgasm consumed her
very being, blotting out everything within her except the
terrible pleasure-pain coming from her defenseless
spasming vagina!
With one final terrible cry of outrage and defeat, the
overwhelmed woman mercifully fainted.
Danielle re-positioned the unconscious Athena on her
back, and made a pleasant meal of her pulsing vaginal
fluids, before pulling up the covers over them both and
going peacefully asleep, one hand on Athena's right
breast and the other nestled comfortably between the
woman's still-twitching thighs.
It was 12:01, and the first day of Athena Valentine's
assignment as an undercover reporter, investigating the
world of the modern-day nanny, was finally over.
There were only 89 more days to go until her assignment
would be completed.
End of Story
(The adventure continues in The Nanny2)
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