Another beautiful day in Southern California offered something new.
At 10:00 A.M Author Nick Benson decided to take a break from his Bonfire chapter to get some fresh air. After a fast shower he gets dressed in a loose white button down shirt and grey cargo pants. He then stepped from his room to knock on his son's bedroom door.
No answer he chose to head downstairs and locate his Nanny, Willamina Pryce. Willa had just cleaned the Kitchen as her ward "Baby Grace" sat in her high chair. Seeing his daughter Nick swooped in to kiss on his child. His love evident.
"Morning, Nick. Sleep well?" Willa asked.
"I did indeed. Got up at 7:30 and continued on the Bonfire chapter. I found myself with a case of writer's block so I concluded I needed inspiration. By the way you look very nice. One of your new outfits I see."
She smiles warmly, "You noticed. Yep. Feels like I'm not wearing anything at all."
She wore a golden sundress with thin embroidered flowers all over it. The threads were a shade darker than the dress itself. From the collar to her waist were large brownish buttons. Four buttons in all. The top two buttons were open. Her cleavage bursting within. Not quite transparent but favorably close. It was easy enough to see her shapely curves beneath.
"Befitting of our mission today. Dress my daughter for an outing."
"We're going out?"
"Yes. Let's head to the Marina and watch the boats enjoy the day."
It dawns on her, "Nick? Do you own a boat?"
He grins at her, "Do I own a boat? Try a small Yacht. Sadly, underused. With our career choices it's hard to find time for the sea."
Willa brightens up, "Can we go out on the ocean?"
"When Claire returns I'll suggest that. For now let's just stroll the boardwalks. The Naval yard has a magnificent pier."
"And, sailors?" She winks.
"A Naval idea." He jests.
Snorting she caught on to his play on words, "Naval? Novel idea?"
Clasping his hands before her he suddenly frowns, "Where is Jesse?"
"He was on his cell out by the pool earlier. I think he's talking to his friends about his pool party."
"Ah! About that. I seem to recall his invitation to you."
She fidgets, "He wants me to wear a skimpy bikini in front of his friends. I hope he doesn't brag and make them think I'm his girlfriend."
"He's trying to fit in with the others at his Military School. That's why I believe he painted the Captain's Jeep. Getting attention not from Claire and I but from his fellow cadets."
"And, here I thought he did it because he found out you hired a hot Nanny." She wiggles playfully.
"Perhaps that too."
"Are you releasing Jesse from House Arrest to join us?"
"I am. As a Father I need to show a bit of mercy now and then."
"I see both sides, Dorian and Nick. I adore both."
"As you should."
His cell rings breaking the mood. He looks at the caller then adds, "I need to take this call. Tell Jesse to get ready to go. Dress Grace appropriately."
Stepping away into his back Den Nick answers the call.
"Good morning Hector. Did you run a check on the young lady I asked about?"
From the distance a Middle aged Hispanic man replies.
"I did. Ashleigh Evelyn Thomas. Everything seems to look fine. She graduated in the top twenty of her senior class. Never attended college however. 20 years old in July. Her parents are divorced. She lives with her Father, "Thurman Thomas". Shockingly, her Father is a Chef. He owns a small Restaurant in Mission Valley. Her Mother, "Deanna Thomas" used to be the Hostess there until their marital misfortunes. She recently relocated to L.A. to be with a new paramour."
"Describe Ashleigh." Nick needed more.
"Well, no felony charges. One misdemeanor however. She was caught streaking with friends at a party. A slap on the hand it looks like. Nothing any uglier really. It appears she is in the process of looking for a job. I see a termination recently."
"I'm aware of that. I'm considering her as a secondary Nanny. I just wanted to be certain she could be trusted with our Daughter."
Hector chuckles, "I know you, Amigo. I've seen her pictures. Hermosa! Leer es excitante!"
"That she is. That should be sufficient, Hector. Thanks for your time. Keep the NSA in check."
"Always, my Friend. Give Claire my love."
Nick hangs up and nods his satisfaction.
While Nick was having his conversation in the Den.
Willa held Grace as she stepped out by the pool. Jesse had just concluded his own phone call. He now sat with his legs dangling in the water.
"Hey Stud. Your Father is taking us to the Naval Pier. Go get ready."
He leers over his shoulder at her. Squinting he notices her dress. In the rays of the sun her silhouette was transparent. He chuckled, "You wearing that?"
"I am. Why?" As if she didn't know.
"Might as well be naked. I see everything in the sun."
"Complaining?"
"Nope! Just saying you might get arrested."
"I'm sure Nick would prevent that."
"Uh-huh! Of course he would. Hey! I'm cool with it. You know I love that body."
She smirks giggling, "I love my body."
"Who wouldn't?" He laughs crawling to his feet and shaking the water from his toes.
Together they head indoors. Parting once upstairs Willa goes to Gracie's room and changes her outfit into a white dress with blue stitching. A matching white hat covering her scalp from a harsh sun. She then packed a bag of her needs. Pacifier. Baby food and bib. Suntan lotion to keep her from getting burnt. She gathered everything she thought.
A stop in her own bedroom she found her sunglasses and spritzed herself with perfume. Claiming her tiny white purse she was on her way.
Meeting Jesse in the hallway he had changed his own clothes to a Navy blue T-shirt and white cargo pants. A pair of dark sunglasses atop his head. His Indian style choker around his neck.
From below the stairs Nick Benson claps his hands, "Chop! Chop! Let's go."
Nick had already loaded up a baby stroller into his Ford Edge and set up the car seat for Grace. Claiming his child from Willa he settled his daughter in her safety harness. Willa got in opposite of Grace to stay by her side.
Jesse rode shotgun up front.
Behind the wheel Nick left the garage and out on to the street.
Their trip took nearly two hours in traffic. The scenery blew Willa away.
Finally, Naval vessels were in sight.
In the distance rested the "USS Midway".
Parking was difficult but Nick managed to locate a spot. It would be a bit of a walk but the day was worth it.
The breeze off the ocean was gusty. As they got out preparing for their walk Willa's dress whipped about forcing her to maintain it. Nick found it amusing. Jesse prayed that she would let her skirt do its thing.
Grace was a joyous baby at all of the new images around her. Planted in her stroller Nick pushed her along. This gave Jesse and Willa freedom for a time. Jesse couldn't take his eyes off of the gorgeous Nanny.
Her long reddish brown hair whipping about made it hard to decide which was more important. Seeing or keeping her skirt in check. It was a humorous adventure for everyone. Including the passerby's enjoying their own day at the Pier.
Before long Willa realized that she was being tailed by a number of Sailors.
All around her were Uniformed men and visitors alike. Strangely, children were few and far between.
Easing to Nick's side Willa leans into him, "Entourage behind me. My dress isn't hiding much and they know it."
"Let them fantasize. It's your job to be seductive. Is it not?"
"Yes. It's awkward though because of Jesse."
Nick nods and removes his wallet to pinch out a pair of $20's. With a shrill whistle he got his Son's attention.
"Go buy drinks. I'll take a Pepsi. Bottled water for Willa. Grace has juice in her bottle already."
Jesse looks around him to locate a Vendor in the distance. A fast paced sprint later he heads for it.
"There's your opening. Do not hold your skirt."
She smiles with bright eyes, "Oh boy. In this wind they're in for a show."
Choosing to play with her hair she walks slowly along until a current of sea breeze billows her skirt high up on her hips. To the Sailors behind her a view of the most perfect ass on the boardwalk. The whipping lasted for two minutes before settling down.
Whistles were heard which made Willa wet. Even wetter as Nick winks at her.
With evil intent Nick reaches into the stroller for an emergency cloth in case Grace threw up on herself. Lifting it up he let the wind steal it from his grasp, sending it toward the Sailors.
With a glare toward Willa he grunts, "Fetch."