Watching Paige's Back Ch. 02

Melanie sighed as she hung her towel over the rack to her left. She knew she should be in a good mood, having just completed an early morning run around the manor grounds, but she was annoyed. It had been over a week since Paige had worked out with her, the blonde always finding some excuse.

Getting her to agree to work out in the first place had been difficult enough. Paige seemed convinced that just looking at the weight racks in the mansion's gym would turn her into some sort of parody of a female bodybuilder. But Melanie had persisted. After all, her job was to keep the girl out of trouble and on the proverbial straight and narrow. As far as Melanie was concerned, a regular exercise regimen would not only make sure that Paige didn't have the energy to get into trouble but would also make sure that she had some regularity in her life. Lord knew the girl needed it.

After about three weeks of badgering Melanie had gotten to the point where Paige was willing to train with her two or three times a week, mostly cardio. Running around the manor grounds weather permitting (although Paige's definition of acceptable weather to run in was much more narrow than Melanie's) or otherwise on the treadmill. Unfortunately Melanie had yet to convince Paige to do anything that involved moving any amount of weight around other than her own body.

But for the past week Melanie had found an excuse for each of their scheduled exercise moments, mostly involving her school work. And this morning when Melanie had knocked on her bedroom door all she had gotten was a groan of protest at first. Eventually Paige had come to the door, opening it barely a crack, looking at Melanie bleary-eyed.

"Come on Paige, it's a beautiful Saturday."

Paige had blinked a few times, as if the fact that it was Saturday was news to her. Melanie leaned forward a little, sniffing the air around her. But she didn't smell alcohol or anything worse, so at least her charge's slightly dazed state couldn't be attributed to her using any illicit substances. The driver frowned, although inwardly she was relieved that at least Paige hadn't done anything that her parents were paying Melanie to prevent.

"C'mon Mel, I barely slept..." Paige sighed.

"I can see that..." Melanie nodded. Now that the girl's current dazed state couldn't be attributed to the aftermath of intoxication she felt her expression softening slightly. "Just one lap?" she offered as a compromise.

Paige shook her head. "Sorry, I think..." she paused, briefly coughing into her hand for dramatic effect before continuing. "...I think I'm coming down with something."

Melanie had to fight back the urge to roll her eyes. She knew that the girl was playing it up for dramatic effect. On the other hand, she also knew that the exercise regimen wasn't nearly as hard a rule as 'no alcohol or drugs, ever' or 'no going to parties.' It was more of a tool to keep her to stick to those rules. And, Melanie had to admit, it had been nearly three months without incident. The girl deserved a morning of sleeping in.

"Alright..." Melanie sighed. "Maybe we can go for a run before dinner in stead?"

Paige had shut the door with a grunt before the question fully left her lips, leaving the older woman standing there with a frown. But she knew that there was no point in pushing the girl. She'd approach her again later in the day.

So she had settled on jogging on her own. It wasn't like someone who kept herself in shape like she did would have trouble doing two rounds of exercise on one day. Three laps around the manor grounds put nearly five miles on her trusty step counter. Slightly sweaty and slightly out of breath she made her way to the small guest house that more or less served as her apartment.

Now, standing naked in front of the bathroom mirror, she gave herself a critical look. She couldn't help but wonder if she was going soft on Paige, cutting the girl more slack than she had earned due to the nature of their relationship. The first time she gave in and fucked the girl she had been mortified. Beyond the lapse in professionalism she was also worried that the girl would use this against her somehow. Melanie had been brought in to break some very specific habits of the girl, and it would be so easy for her to blackmail Melanie into letting her fall back into them.

Much to Melanie's surprise that wasn't the road Paige had chosen. If anything, the girl seemed just as determined to keep what had happened a secret as Melanie was. It was almost as if Paige understood that the person her parents would hire to replace Melanie after her inevitable firing wouldn't be nearly as nice.

No. Fucking Paige had been wildly unethical. Continuing their affair had been even moreso. But they had made it work. It was almost as if Paige put her energy for breaking the rules into fucking Melanie, which had actually improved her behaviour outside of those illicit moments. It probably wasn't entirely true, but it helped Melanie make peace with what they were doing.

Finally Melanie picked up her hair brush and began straightening out her tangled hair, leaving it hanging down to her shoulders, parting down the middle. She didn't bother drying it beyond what she had achieved with the towel. She made her way back to her bedroom and got dressed in some boring, functional underwear, covered by loose shorts and an old tank top, the grey cotton faded but all the more comfortable for it.

Now more or less dressed for the day Melanie stepped out of the guest house and began making her way to the manor itself. The guest house had a small kitchen but it was inadequate for the appetite she had worked up while jogging.

She had almost made it to the back door that led to what had once been the servants' kitchen but was now used more often than the oversized main kitchen when she stopped and squinted her eyes.

For a girl who had insisted that she was tired and under the weather about an hour ago Paige was looking remarkably relaxed on the wooden lounge chair by the pool, about fifty yards from where Melanie was standing.

The blonde was lounging almost like she was posing for a picture. She was all but naked, white bikini bottoms hugging her hips and oversized plastic sunglasses perched on her nose. There was a slight sheen to her skin that suggested suntan lotion. A small table sat besides the deck chair, on which rested some orange liquid in a tall glass.

Immediately Melanie felt her mood darken. That little bitch! It was fine that she just wasn't in the mood to go for a jog but this was blatant even for Paige's standards. She marched over, covering the distance between herself and Paige in brusque steps.

For her part Paige didn't notice Melanie's presence until the broad-shouldered woman's shadow fell over her, taking some of the warmth of the sun away. She opened one eye, then the other, her face breaking into a sheepish grin that seemed to say 'yeah, you caught me, but there's nothing you can really do about it, is there?'

"Uhm... Hey Mel." came the predictable not-quite-contrite greeting as Paige plucked one of the airpods from her ears.

Melanie snorted and picked up the girl's drink, sniffing it, earning her an eye roll from Paige.

"It's mango juice." she sighed. "Just mango juice."

The drink passed Melanie's sniff test and she set it down again. "That's not why I'm pissed off princess." she grumbled.

The topless teenager just shrugged. "I know... I just didn't feel like running, alright?"

"Then why didn't you say so?" Melanie scowled.

"Because pretending to be sick was easier than arguing with you about it." Paige said with an infuriating shrug.

"Well get up. We're going jogging now." Melanie frowned.

"Can't. Just ate." Paige said casually, motioning in the general direction of a plate that was resting on the tiles under the table, just out of view. Crumbs and traces of hollandaise sauce showed that the teenager was at least telling the truth there.

There was a tightening around Melanie's lips that Paige had come to dread. She knew that she had pushed things too far. She knew she had a habit of playing the brat, but she also knew that Melanie's patience for that was limited. And as flippant as she might have been, she wasn't heartless.

"Look..." she said as she sat up with a sigh, her sunglasses sliding down her nose a little. "We'll do something before dinner, alright?"

Melanie shook her head. "Forget it princess, that's not the reason I'm pissed off. You can go running on your own."

Paige frowned like that. She was far too prideful to say it out loud, but she liked spending time with Melanie. And in general she wasn't the type of girl who handled rejection very well. She sat up a little straighter, her hand coming to rest on Melanie's hips. "How about I blow you now to make up for it?"

Melanie opened and closed her mouth several times. This was pretty high up on the list of things she didn't expect Paige to say. The girl could still surprise her sometimes.

It caused her mind to race. The nearly naked teenager sitting in front of her made a tempting offer. The girl was pretty much the picture of good genes enhanced even further by the highest standard of living money could buy. And while she might have been reluctant to exercise the girl still took very good care of her body in other ways. It made thinking straight very hard.

Paige meanwhile curled her fingers into the elastic of Melanie's shorts, tugging them down a little. Not so far that she exposed the older woman, she didn't want to go that far without Melanie agreeing to it. Thankfully she didn't have to wait that long.

"Fine, but make it quick." Melanie sighed. "And we are going jogging this afternoon. Two laps around the grounds."

Paige just grinned and nodded. She was sure she could at the very least talk the woman down to one when the time came. She sat up a little straighter and tugged Melanie's shorts and panties down until they were around her knees. She couldn't help but grin as Melanie's cock came into view. "Hmm..." she said with a playful giggle. "When was the last time I sucked you off?"

"About a month ago..." Melanie replied with an exasperated sigh. She was looking around nervously. Both of Paige's parents were gone for the weekend but that seemed to do little to reduce her paranoia.

"Hmm... I wonder why I don't do it more often... it's fun." Paige said with a coy giggle as she leaned in, planting a playful kiss on the tip of Melanie's cock.

Almost immediately there was the predictable rush of blood. Melanie could feel herself growing hard. She knew very well why they didn't do it more often. Their sexual encounters were often very limited, a few minutes of frantic, passionate humping after which each quickly went their own way again, rather than confront the underlying shaky moral ground of their relationship. They both preferred quick hookups to drawn out liaisons. They had never even fucked in either of their beds.

Melanie just sighed and closed her eyes. She'd never admit it out loud of course, but the prospect of a blowjob from her teenage ward almost made up for being lied to earlier. And judging from how Paige was going at it, she was actually determined to make up for her impulsive lie.

It didn't take long for Paige to get the older woman fully hard. All Melanie had to do was stand there and enjoy herself. As Paige's lips and tongue caressed her shaft, kissed their way across Melanie's hips and even lightly teased her balls Melanie's nostrils flared, sighs of pleasure escaping her lips. It really was hard to stay mad at her sometimes.

As much as she would have liked for Paige to drop straight to the main event like they usually did when they had sex, Melanie showed restraint. She was willing to let the troublesome teen show just how sorry she was.

While it wasn't in Paige's nature to say sorry she nonetheless seemed to do her best to let her actions speak. She gently held Melanie's erection upright with her thumbs, teasing the tip of her tongue up along the underside of her shaft. It ended with the girl's lips sealing around her head, her tongue swirling over its sensitive surface. She was rewarded with a shuddering groan, and the taste of Melanie's precum as it seeped out in response to the stimulation.

The older woman slowly opened her eyes and looked down. Somehow, even with her lips sealed tight around her shaft, everything about the girl's expression seemed to translate into an implicit cheshire grin. Paige knew exactly what she was doing to Melanie. She looked up over the edge of her sunglasses with a look in her face that screamed 'damn right I'm that good.'

Melanie could only swallow and nod, her fingers flexing behind her back as she fought against the urge to use them to hurry things along. She just breathed in and out steadily as the teenager lavished her cock with her mouth. With the warm sun on her skin and soft lips tending to her cock, life was feeling pretty good indeed.

Just as Paige had begun bobbing her head up and down in earnest both women were pulled from their reverie by a buzzing sound. Before Melanie could even fully register it Paige had pulled her lips from her shaft, leaving her to blink as the haze of pleasure slowly lifted to be replaced with a fresh wave of frustration.

"It's Kate. I've got to answer this." Paige hissed.

Melanie groaned as she tried to put a face to the name. But turned on as she was it was hard to think of anything other than how desperate she was to get her cock back in Paige's mouth, and how pissed off she was that the teenager seemed more interested in using that undeniably skilled mouth to talk to one of the dozen or so girls that always seemed to circle her when Melanie came to pick her up at school. The fact that they all wore the same damn uniform only made it harder to tell them apart.

"Hey babe..." came Paige's voice. She had now taken the other airpod out as well, depriving Melanie of the other side of the conversation beyond some indistinct tinny chatter. "No, just hanging out..."

Melanie opened her mouth to protest but even as she did Paige had her free hand wrapped around the older woman's erection. She glanced up and shook her head. She wasn't done with Melanie yet. This was just an interruption.

Melanie groaned as Paige's hand began pumping. It was nice, but compared to the pleasure of Paige's mouth it was practically nothing. She had half a mind to march off and just take care of herself in the privacy of her bedroom but she didn't dare pull away. She knew that would only piss Paige off. Part of her wanted to just take the loss and let the girl stew, but if her goal was to get Paige to resume her exercise regimen it wouldn't do to leave her offended by her turning down her 'generous' apology.

So Melanie just had to endure. Endure a half-hearted handjob as she drowned out the inane chatter between Paige and Kate. It started out as a conversation about schoolwork, some biology group project, but soon the conversation turned to some concert. Melanie knew that she should pay more attention to that. Concerts were something where her work keeping Paige on the right track were the hardest.

For her part Paige barely seemed to pay attention to what she was doing, stroking up and down in an almost mechanical way, just enough to keep Melanie hard but little more than that. Her attention was clearly on the phone conversation.

Melanie let out the occasional sigh or grunt that made her frustration at the current situation obvious, although she didn't dare be louder than that. After all, caution dictated that she did not give Kate any indication of her presence. Melanie had indirectly overheard enough teenage gossip to know what the suspicion of someone being with Paige during a phone conversation could lead to.

But being quietly frustrated slowly grew in resentment towards Page. Just as the topless teenager had shown some remorse for screwing with the woman who was being paid to look after her she had chosen this banal conversation to be more important than saying she was sorry - even if that apology had come in the form of a blowjob.

As Paige continued to natter on with her friend Melanie was left to stew. She could feel that Paige's absent-minded stroking was doing very little to actually get her off, but it made it hard to focus on anything else - anything other than the frustration she was feeling towards her ward. She certainly wasn't listening in on the conversation anymore, beyond snippets. The last thing she heard before she tuned Paige out completely was something about another of their friends having a cute new bag but ruining it by bringing it to school two days in a row.

Melanie expressed her frustration by exhaling through her nostrils. She put up with most of the eccentricities that came with the wealth Paige's family had accrued but sometimes the superficial materialism still grated.

Eventually Melanie was pulled from her slow stew when even the hand on her cock stopped stroking. She blinked, opened her eyes and looked down to see that Paige was now looking up at her. She had to admit, the girl was pulling off a pretty damn convincing apologetic look.

"Princess..." Melanie sighed, trying very hard to stop her voice from betraying just how pissed off she was feeling.

"I'm sorry, alright?" Paige spoke up before Melanie could express her feelings. "Kate has just been dealing with a lot of bullshit at home and I promised her she could call me any time so..."

Melanie just frowned. She wasn't sure whether Paige was speaking the truth. It certainly hadn't sounded like they had been talking about anything related to family issues. But then again she hadn't exactly been paying attention. "Are you really sorry princess?" Melanie finally asked.

"Yeah!" the teenager immediately responded. "I know I was doing a good job, I just... I'm sorry, alright?"

Melanie's hand moved up, rubbing into the bridge of her nose as she let out a sigh. "Fuck it." she muttered to herself. "Just finish what you started?"

To her credit Paige just nodded. She gave another 'I'm sorry' before leaning in to kiss at the tip of Melanie's cock once more. Soon she had her lips wrapped around the thick shaft once more.

As Melanie looked Paige in the eyes she still couldn't shake her doubts whether the teenager was actually sorry. Sure, it was hard not to feel sympathy towards the girl while she was getting sucked off but at the same time the disinterested handjob had only stoked the resentment she felt towards Paige, with the girl essentially betraying her twice on the same morning.

"Are you really sorry princess?" Melanie finally asked. Her voice was soft but there was an edge there that hadn't been there before. Paige hesitated before nodding, not stopping what she was doing, to her credit.

"I think..." Melanie sighed, lust mingling with the frustrated edge in her voice. "That you can do better to show me that..."

Before Paige could in any way ask what Melanie meant she felt two powerful hands on the back of her head. She tensed up but Melanie didn't push the girl down. However, when she tried to pull back the hands were there to stop her.

"You understand why I'm pissed off, don't you?" came Melanie's voice. Paige saw the first hints of a grin at the corner of her driver's mouth, which spelled nothing good for her. She nodded quickly.

"I know you don't have a cock, princess, but you've played with them before. And I know you can do better than what you just did, jerking me off like that."

Paige swallowed and nodded again. She definitely couldn't argue with that.

"So, princess..." Melanie grinned. "While you were keeping me waiting I got pretty pissed off. And I think it's only fair that I make sure I feel like you've properly apologised to me. Does that seem fair?"