Nanny Neurosis

"I'm sure it will be fun," he said.

"Yeah but what I really wish is that someone was getting married so we'd have an excuse for a bachelorette party. Mindy has been known to bring male strippers with her to that kind of thing. You know sometimes those guys are full service entertainment. I think I need a hunky stranger right now."

He gave a nervous laughter.

"Oh, too much? Sorry. Just telling you what I'm thinking. You're not a good dancer, are you Greg?"

He shook his head with furled eyebrows.

"Too bad, maybe I could have had a gig for you." She giggled, then sighed and added, "but nobody's getting married right now."

It was too ridiculous for a response.

Now the baby was fed and Vicki went with her into the front room to play and read a few books before nap time. He finished up the rest of his lunch.

After he filled his cup with water and headed back upstairs to work, a strange thing happened. His daughter was running (or toddling at 14 months) across his path with Vicki chasing her. Maybe she was trying to catch her for a diaper change, or maybe she was just having fun with her. But when Vicki looked up to see Greg walking down the hallway, she flinched and grabbed the baby by the arm. It caused his daughter to spin around and fall down on the hardwood floor. The little girl hit on her bottom first and landed on the back of her head. It wasn't a severe fall, toddlers at that age fell constantly after all. But of course there was some water works and Vicki consoled her. Vicki was on her feet squatting down while hugging the baby. Her dress was comfortably situated over her feet. She then apologized to Greg.

"Sorry Greg, it was either that or you were about to get an eyeful."

He didn't know what to say, he just gave a puzzled look.

"I just reacted instinctively to keep my dress down," she added.

"No problem, kids fall all the time," he said.

When he sat down at his desk, his mind was cluttered. What was Vicki wearing underneath that dress? Obviously not her khaki shorts. The thought sent shivers down his spine. But then his thoughts wandered back to her breasts. He had been preoccupied during lunch after the feel he had accidentally copped. He was no more calm now than before lunch. He kept thinking of pulling her top down and caressing those incredible soft, supple tits. She was a B cup he guessed, but they were just the right size for his hands which he now new from experience. She was definitely not wearing a bra. And now he wondered if she was wearing any panties at all. His mind continued to wander, he started to lose touch with reality again.

As the time passed that afternoon, he forced himself to sit there, staring at the computer screen. The schematics blurred in front of him, he simply couldn't focus. Now he decided to take a stroll, get some more water, sometimes that helped. It was quiet downstairs, he surmised that Vicki's sleeping pills had kicked in by now, she would be sleeping next to the crib in the back room. He went downstairs. As he reached the landing and turned toward the kitchen he caught a glimpse of someone in the front room. He looked up and saw Vicki was lying on her stomach on the couch. He was puzzled by that, but he continued toward the kitchen. He tiptoed to avoid any squeaky floorboards. At the sink he quietly filled his cup and took a nice long drink. Hopefully it would cool him off. He took a deep breath. He thought of exiting the back door and taking a walk around the block. Yes, that's what he needed. But as he was about to unlock the back door, he puzzled again. Why had Vicki gone to sleep in the front room? Devious thoughts flooded his brain. He tiptoed back to the front room and stared at her.

She looked knocked out. And she looked gorgeous. Like his previous obsessions he had transformed this simple looking woman into the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. But what was wrong with that, its the same thing that goes on with any love relationship, right? Seeing her lying there with that dress on, drugged up with sleeping pills, she was so vulnerable. She certainly trusted him. But why was she sleeping here, when it would have been 10 times easier for her to wake up with the baby if she had been in the back room? Then he thought of the sleeping pills. Who takes a sleeping pill for an afternoon nap? It didn't make sense to him, or was his mind trying to twist things?

He couldn't help kneeling beside her. She was sleeping with her head turned toward the outside of the couch so that he could see the left side of her face. He nervously kept checking for any reaction. He wanted to touch her legs so bad, but of course that was out of the question. But her dress could be repositioned, couldn't it, that wouldn't disturb her. Trembling, he carefully lifted up her dress. He gasped as he folded the skirt above her waist. She wasn't wearing anything underneath... Oh, wait, no, she was. It wasn't her normal thong, this one was what he thought was called a T-back gstring. There was nothing but a tiny string going down her crack. But he wasn't thinking about the thong, he was lost in her gorgeous ass.

He felt like such a perv just staring at her butt. His hands were dying to squeeze it, and rub it down. And he wanted his hand on the inside of her thigh. He was crazy for the way a woman's inner thigh felt. As he took a closer look between her legs, he could see a bit of the tiny patch of cloth covering her pussy. Strangely, it looked damp. How could that be? He didn't understand a woman's plumbing, but wet panties felt like an invitation more than anything. He started to think this whole sleeping pill thing was a ruse. She had set this whole thing up, she wanted to be seduced by him without directly asking for it.

He was trembling again as he let go of the conscious control of his hands. He watched her face for any hint of consciousness as he lightly touched her ass. Nothing. If she was acting, she was damn good. He slowly lowered all ten fingers and then his palms onto her juicy ass. He was petting it softly, squeezing, caressing, everything he had wanted for so long. It was intoxicating. His cock was trying to burst out of his pants. He was losing all inhibition. Now his pants were down, his cock bubbling with pre-cum was pressed against her hip. He took hold of his cock with his left hand and rubbed it against her hip, while his right hand continued caressing her ass. Then he lowered his right hand and squeezed her succulent inner thigh. As he squeezed that part of her, more daylight flooded her body and he could definitely see moisture oozing out of her. He kept listening for any change in her breathing rhythm; she was taking deep breaths for sure but he couldn't decipher them. Maybe she was having a wet dream as he played with her?

He thought of what she said about wanting a stranger, he assumed she wanted to be screwed. Then he risked speaking. 'Vicki, I know what you need. Keep pretending if you want, but I'm going to fulfill you." He thought he might have seen her blink, he wasn't sure. He chuckled in his head at what he had said, 'fulfill you?'. If she had been awake, wouldn't she have laughed at that? What was he doing? But he wasn't going to stop now. If she woke up, she would not resist him, would she? He was convinced the answer was no. He moved her dress up a little further, and he saw that tattoo up close. So hot. And he saw her gstring had ties on both hips. He untied them. He carefully pulled the string down out of her, uncovering her juicy cunt. Wow, she was well endowed there if that made any sense. She had very well developed labia which he imagined sucking greedily. His hand desperately wanted to get to know her and it did so. He rubbed the outside of her cunt and confirmed her wetness. His fingers stretched underneath her searching for her clit. Well it wasn't hard to find. There was a well defined bump of flesh there. It was nothing like the tiny thing his wife owned which he sometimes had difficulty locating in the heat of the moment.

He took his finger tip to it and carefully watched and listened for any reaction. He was sure her breathing had changed. But he realized his mind would make up any excuse right now to keep going. It didn't matter. He kept working her clit with his finger, stroking it in different patterns. He kept watching and listening. If this was working for her, she would eventually lose control, right? She was definitely breathing heavier now, and he thought he saw her mouth flinch once or twice. That was enough. He stood up for a second as he grabbed hold of her left leg and moved it slightly off the couch. He watched as her labia opened up like a blooming flower. Good grief, his cock was dripping pre-cum down off his balls and on to her ass. Maybe he would just rub his cock and shoot his cum all over her ass and tattoo and get the heck out of there. Wouldn't that be a surprise for he when she woke up? But no, he couldn't do that. He had promised her now and he had to deliver.

If there was any boundary between fantasy and reality left in his mind at that point, it was disappearing now. He got his right knee on the outside of her right leg and his left knee inside her left leg. With his right hand supported up above her head on the arm of the couch, he positioned himself to penetrate her. His left hand grabbed his cock and pushed it down. He paused as it hovered over her wrinkled star. What a cute little asshole she had. He moved his cock down on to it and gave it a pre-cum moistened kiss. Then he lowered his cock further and found her waiting pussy. Her cunt opened easily for his dick as he slowly sunk down inside her. He had the image in his head of a venus fly trap clamping down on its prey. Her ploy had worked he thought, she was going to get fucked while she pretended to be asleep.

This was certainly nothing like his wife's tiny cunt, which had trouble taking him all the way down. This woman's pussy was built more for his cock. From his angle of penetration, his dick rubbed against the front wall of her vagina and soothed him infinitely. He wanted to grab hold of her hips and give it to her the way he knew she wanted it, but maybe there was some lingering doubt after all. What the hell was he doing? He was probably going to find out one way or another in a minute or two. He would find out how far she wanted to take this ruse. He slowly increased the pace of his movements. Already he was fighting the urge to cum, but he wasn't 18 anymore, he could control it. But he really had no choice but to go slow for now. He controlled his breathing, controlled his strokes, watched her face. He carefully concentrated while doing this for what felt like several minutes. After a while, his rhythm changed a bit. Instead of a constant frequency, he pauses at the entrance to her pussy and then plunged in to her more forcefully. Her body was bouncing on the couch a bit, she would soon be awake if she wasn't already. He kept going. Then he saw her bite her lip.

He lost his concentration, and his canoe passed the point of no return and headed straight for the waterfall. In those few seconds as his orgasm mounted, he grabbed hold of her hips and lifted her up. He plowed his cock into her rapidly. He saw she was up on her elbows now, clearly awake, and looking back behind her with astonishment. She just gave out a few breathless grunts as he felt his cock starting to spurt. He could feel the cum rushing out of him. It was an intense orgasm, it felt like he was having a convulsion, he kept thrusting into her as if out of control. One jet of cum after another came out of him, filling her cunt up. In the last throes of his orgasm, he tried to reach her cervix. She was making continuous guttural sounds now as she braced herself to meet each thrust. He continued fucking her right through his orgasm, not stopping until he was completely spent.

He was about to fall back on the couch, but Vicki spoke up. "No, Greg, you can't stop. You're fucking me now, I'll tell you when you're done." It was a shock to hear her voice, his reality crashed against fantasy, but both were still intact. He had no intention of disappointing her now that things were all out in the open. He slowed down for a moment to gather himself. She reached down for her pussy and started rubbing her clit. He felt her fingers graze against his cock as if to measure his girth. He was regaining his composure; his cardio routines were paying off now as he caught his breath. His cock hadn't wavered, it was as hard as when he started. He reached underneath her for her tits. They felt so soft and incredible in his hands. As he thrust forward into her, he used her tits as grips, and then he would relax and squeeze repeatedly.

"Ohh yes, Greg, that's right. I can't believe I'm letting you do this to me. Please don't stop."

Her pussy was so cum filled, he wished he could stop and towel off his cock so he could feel some friction. But this was all about her now, he needed her to cum badly. He just followed her orders. When she said 'faster', he sped up, when she said 'pull my hair', he grabbed it. She was loud and it wasn't long after she started getting close that they heard the baby crying. It made no difference, they were on a train that couldn't be stopped. Now she was the one convulsing, he felt a surge of fluid drenching his cock. She was a squirter, incredible. Prior to that he wasn't ready to cum, but when he saw the juices flooding out of her, he started gushing again. They moaned in sync together as they shivered and squirmed through their orgasms.

Now there was a lot of heavy breathing, and he slumped back on to the couch exhausted. It took a minute for them to catch their breaths. She didn't say anything, she just got up, grabbed her thong and rushed to the bathroom. She might have been pissed off, he wasn't sure. He heard her muttering in the bathroom. "Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God". The downstairs bathroom was right next to the front room, so he could hear pretty well. He heard the sound of their cum flowing out of her in to the toilet. He got up and headed back upstairs, wanting to avoid any confrontation for now. He stood next to his door and listened. A few minutes later she finally emerged from the bathroom and went to the back bedroom. He didn't see or speak to her for the rest of the day.

When they finally discussed the matter the next week, she didn't admit to any ploy. She claimed she had been asleep until he had lifted her up. But she had remembered everything from inside a vivid dream. It had been Esteban in her dream, but she admitted to losing her mind in excitement after she woke up and realized what was happening. And she admitted to cumming again in the bathroom through clitoral stimulation. And countless times since then thinking about it. She was not interested in a conscious sexual relationship with him, but she thanked him for the 'hottest thing that had ever happened to her'. She told him he got one more chance to caress her, and gave him a long passionate kiss that he would never forget. Over the next few days and weeks, things slowly got back to normal.. Meanwhile, his nanny neurosis continued...