My wife gave me a call while I was at work, rather upset. It appeared that her grandmother had had a nasty turn and been carted off to hospital in an ambulance. Marie was going to the hospital to sit with her for a while, preventing her from getting upset while the doctors did their thing, whatever that may be. She'd arranged for Nanine to come around until I got home and could I please pay her.
Nanine was our baby-sitter. We've used her for several years now but I suspect it won't be for much longer. She's now in her late teens, nearly nineteen, I think, and has more interesting things to do than spend her evenings baby-sitting. Seeing she was filling in in an emergency I had no objection to paying her. It saved me rushing home from work as there were still some things I had to do.
I finally got to knock off and headed homeward. Commuting stinks, especially on a hot, humid, summer day, in a crowded train with no air conditioning. We were passengers, so it didn't matter if our air conditioner broke down. If the driver's AC was off the train would be declared unusable by the union.
I got to my station, opened all the doors to my car to let it cool down a little, and then got in to find the AC hadn't been cooling the car because it wasn't working. I sat on a red-hot seat, gingerly touched the steering wheel, and burrowed into the glove box to find my driving gloves.
My choices were driving home in a stifling hot car or open a couple of windows and hope the breeze created would help cool things down. It might have, but you couldn't prove it by me.
I oozed out of the car when I reached home, slimed my way into the house, and stood under the outlet from the AC, letting that delicious cold turn my settings back to human.
From the noise the children were in the play-room playing computer games. The way the weather was outside I didn't blame them in the slightest. I tossed my briefcase on the kitchen table and walked straight into the bathroom, undoing my shirt as I went. I was going to have a cool shower and relax.
I didn't give a thought to Nanine. If I had I guess I would have assumed that she'd be in the playroom with the kids, kicking butt on the computer games. I would have been wrong. She was standing buck-naked in the middle of the bathroom, looking at me with rather a stunned expression.
I know what you're thinking. Not my fault, right? She should have engaged the lock. I'm quite sure she would have but for one tiny detail. After Evie locked herself in for a third time and couldn't get out I disengaged the lock until the kids were all old enough to use it properly. I guess they were probably at the right age now and I'd have to do something about fixing the lock.
Right at the moment I was too busy to worry about the lock. I was looking at Nanine. She was about five foot seven and slender. Ah, in certain places she was slender, but in those places where a little weight was desirable she had the weight, and very nicely shaped weight it was.
Her breasts were a beautiful handful, assuming that you had large hands, which it just so happened I did. Those lovely breasts were complemented by a pert little bottom, which was fair enough because I also felt an urge to compliment her breasts. A lovely smooth tummy running flawlessly into a mons that was just as smooth. Her pudendum was curved with the slit just peeping out from between her legs. Long shapely legs, they were.
Faced with this unexpected sight I didn't hesitate. I flicked the door closed with my foot while one hand reached out to cover a breast and the other went around to the small of her back to hold her in place.
"You are exquisitely beautiful," I said, just before my mouth came down and captured the nipple on her other breast.
It's quite delightful to have a naked young lady wriggling and pressing her body against you. Too bad I was fully dressed and couldn't enjoy it to its fullest. Still, I enjoyed what I could.
Oh, yes, she was also rather noisy in a quiet way, if you get what I mean. I guess she didn't want to scare the kids by screaming and had to make do with soft protests and patting me on the back.
My mouth wandered across to pay attention to her other breast and my hand dropped down to start rubbing her a little more intimately. Her protests got a little more excited but I didn't let that worry me. Something she said got through to me and I lifted my head for a moment.
"Don't get your panties in an uproar," I told her. "I'm not going to rape you, or even seduce you. I'm just going to worship your lovely body for a few minutes."
She promptly pointed out that she didn't want me to worship her body, but I just ignored that as maidenly nerves. Assuming she was still a maiden, if you know what I mean.
I continued rubbing, my fingers occasionally slipping between her lips and probing inside her. Nanine squirmed and twisted and protested while I tasted her and touched her.
The nature of her protests seemed to change a little when I went down on one knee and kissed her rather intimately. My tongue and teeth teased her lips and she sounded as though she was strangling. Stopping for a moment, I glanced up at her in surprise to find she was trying to jam her hand down her throat. Odd, I thought, and resumed what I was doing.
Did you know you don't have to touch the clitoris to get a reaction? It's a case of close enough is good enough and you can get some surprising results. The first time I did it Nanine actually managed to get a startled squawk past her muffling hand. Subsequent touches in the same area almost cost me to lose my hair, her hands latched onto it so tightly.
I gave one last touch and her hands left my hair as she started using them to stifle her scream as she climaxed.
I rose to my feet, dropped a kiss on her breast, and apologised.
"Sorry to barge in on you like that," I said. "I will do something about that lock this weekend. I'll leave you to finish your shower."
My last view of her was her leaning back against the wall, looking slightly shocked.
I went and had a shower in the en suite. I don't like showering there as the shower is just a little bit on the small side but sometimes you have to make do. Enlarging the en suite was another thing on my to-do list.
When I came out I went looking for the kids and Nanine was in the play room with them. She blushed when she looked at me and turned her attention determinedly towards the children.
I have to admit that I wouldn't have been surprised if Nanine had dropped us from her baby—sitting list immediately, but she didn't. She turned up the next weekend when we were going out, blushing when she saw me and looking elsewhere. Marie didn't notice anything so I didn't worry about it.
The next Saturday I was playing cricket in the afternoon. I understood Nanine would be sitting that afternoon as Marie's Grandmother was back home and Marie was going to visit her. She had more sense than to take the kids with her. It was a hot day so I suspected that the kids would spend most of the afternoon in the wading pool.
I arrived at the park all prepared for our game and the other side didn't even turn up. They did send their captain, full of apologies and bullshit, but they wouldn't be playing us today. It appeared that half the team had influenza and they just could make up enough for a side. (They only had two decent players, a bowler and a batsman. I suspect that those two were ill and without them it would have been a one-sided slaughter, so they opted out.) With no game I turned around and went home.
When I got home I could hear the yelling from the back-yard. Yep. Kids in the pool. I wandered through the house and out onto the back veranda, finding Nanine standing in the shade of the veranda, leaning on the railing as she watched the kids disporting in the water.
