‘The Sweetest Thing’ – Part I

This is my first story. It will be in multiple parts. Criticism, constructive or otherwise, is welcomed. Compliments too….


I was a student at Princeton University when I started working for the Slaters as their kids’ nanny. Don, a very successful attorney at a prestigious law firm, with a dominant, take-charge personality was in his late thirties. He was hot, hot, hot; a tall, broad-shouldered, muscular, dark haired charismatic man who knew what he wanted and how to get it. His wife Amanda, a beautiful spoiled rich-bitch from a wealthy prominent family was used to a life of leisure and had no desire to be saddled down with taking care of their children. I took the desperately needed job to pay my mounting bills. I was at Princeton on a scholarship that did not come remotely close to covering my numerous expenses. Since I couldn’t afford to live on campus and the two-bedroom apartment that I shared with four others was starting to get to me, being a live-in nanny in a large beautiful estate home seemed ideal; it eliminated the costs I incurred from room and board. I had a large bedroom and private bath at the far end of the house far from the other bedrooms which gave me all the quiet solitude I needed; it was perfect for marathon cram-sessions when studying for midterms and finals.

As the school year came to an end, I worked for the Slaters from early morning to after the kids went to bed. Mrs. Slater spent little to no time with the kids. She was constantly on the go with all of her activities, charity functions she chaired, long leisurely lunches with her girlfriends after tennis or golf at the exclusive country club and riding her horse at the equestrian club. As time passed my feelings for the kids grew stronger, and so did Jon’s lust for me. There were many times I would catch him watching me, staring at me; it began to make me uncomfortable.

Because of Jon and Amanda’s many dinner functions, my hours were often extended to being responsible for the kids overnight. After putting the kids to bed I would read, watch a little TV or spend some time enjoying the pool or the hot tub. I prefer to swim in the nude but that was not an option since I didn’t want to take the chance of being caught in my birthday suit. Instead, I slipped into my skimpiest bikini, the closest I could get to being nude, ease into the water and start swimming; gliding effortlessly doing laps or just floating on my back gazing at the stars. I usually managed to leave the pool and be dressed before the Slaters got home but one night I stayed in a bit too long. Just as I was getting out of the pool I saw Jon heading towards me. I looked around, searching for a towel I could use to cover up, but there wasn’t one to be found; I had forgotten to take one.

As I headed towards the steps, leaving the pool area, I could feel his lustful stare burning into me from his piercing blue eyes. I thought I was about to be reprimanded for leaving the kids alone in the house while I was outside, down at the pool. His eyes surveyed my body from head to toe as I walked towards him; his focus on my body in the clinging thin wet fabric of my thong bikini. I normally saved this type of bikini for showing off my sexy body as I strolled along the beach. It accentuated all of my assets; the top barely covered my nipples on my large firm breasts and the bottom barely covered the lips of my plump pussy. Seeing me in this bikini drove men wild; it left just enough to the imagination causing them to salivate at the thought of my hidden sensuous treasures that they desperately wanted to uncover. As I got closer, only a few feet from him, he stood firm blocking my way.

“How’s the water?” he asked as his eyes consumed every inch of my body.

“It great; it feels really good.” I nervously replied as I waited for him to step out of my way.

“Next time, I’ll join you and we can enjoy it together” His eyes went on perusing my body while he continued to block my way.

“I really should go. It’s late and I’ve got to get up early to take care of the kids.” I responded, ignoring his comment; hoping he would move.

“Or you can stay and take care of me.” He took hold of my hand and held it against the bulge in his pants as he continued to stare at me while he slowly rubbed it over the length of his huge cock. I could feel its thickness and how it twitched from the feeling of my hand before I broke free of his grasp.

I quickly went around him, rushed to get into the house, and up to my room before he followed. I removed my wet bikini and hopped into bed. Thoughts about what just happened kept me awake; I knew it was only a matter of time before he made a more aggressive move on me. What should do? I really need this job. I had to avoid being alone with him. I tossed and turned all night, at last, in the wee hours of the morning, I finally drifted off to sleep.

I was entangled in the covers when I opened my eyes and stretched as the warmth of the morning sun caressed my naked body. I always slept in the nude; I love the feeling of the soft prima cotton sheets against my skin. Not wanting to waste any of the time I had left to myself, I hopped in the shower and bathed quickly. I thought about hanging out by the pool with the kids as I enjoyed the warmth of the sun on my soft golden skin. As the water streamed down my body, I thought about how much I missed my ex-boyfriend; the touch of his hands caressing my body, the warmth of his mouth on my breasts as he sucked and tickled my nipples and rolled his tongue all round them. I turned off the water and rushed out before my mind took me further. I dried off quickly; douse my body with sun screen before putting on a less revealing swimsuit than the one I wore last night. I chose a bikini, not my usual thong bikini that showed my perfect bubble butt, but one that did all it could do to cover my fleshy pussy and most of my butt. I knew I was still smoking-hot but I did the best I could do to cover up my assets with what I had to work with. I then headed downstairs in my short cover-up to have a quick bite before the kids got up putting an end to my free time.

Mrs. Slater was heading out-of-town to go to a fundraiser with some of her country-club friends; she would be gone the entire weekend. I said good morning to her and asked a few questions about the fundraiser, feigning interest . She just looked at me and smiled, then said she was running late. Jon then came in and gave her a kiss goodbye while staring at me; blatantly undressing me with his eyes then said good morning to me. After last night’s proposition, I saw Jon differently. I could not stop wondering about his cock, knowing what was under his bathrobe. I wondered if I was causing his loins to stir as he watched me. Does he find what lies beneath my transparent cover-up so enticing that he would go to any lengths to have it?

As I finished nibbling on some fruit while sitting at the kitchen island, I watched him as he sat across the room at the kitchen table perusing the newspaper. Each nibble caused juices to run down my chin which I tried to catch by swirling my tongue all around licking my wet juicy lips. My sexually implicative actions were innocent even though they didn’t appear that way. On occasion my sticky hands went up to rub a knot I had in my stiff neck. Jon asked me if I was alright since I kept rubbing and bending my neck from side to side; the stiffness resulting from the tension of my restless night.

“You look like you could use a good massage,” he said as he headed towards where I was sitting. “You’ll be amazed at what these hands can do.”

Jon stood behind me and started to rub my neck. As his warm hands worked its magic on my neck, I knew his fingers wanted to work on lower parts of my body.

“You’re really tense; relax. Am I hurting you?” he stopped for a moment waiting for a response. “You’re so tight!”

I’m sure he was thinking, ‘I bet that’s not the only thing that’s so tight.’

“No, it feels good.” I jumped down from the stool and started to move away; my actions contradicting my reply.

With a determined look on his face, Jon came up behind me, placed his hands on my shoulders then led me out of the kitchen and into the family room.

“C’mon, lie down and let me finish before the kids get up.”

“No thanks Mr.