My husband said that he chose him because he seems really nice, has great experience, and he seems “kid friendly”. I trust my husband’s judgment on most things so I didn’t dig deeper about the nanny. As long as he does the job really well and that he treats my boys nicely, then we’re fine.
I was getting dressed for work when the door bell rang. My husband left a few minutes ago. Thinking he must have left something, I didn’t bother with a robe. I was wearing a rose coloured chemise with no bra and my underwear. I opened the door and instead of my husband, it was a very handsome young man who stood there.
“Yes?”
“Good morning. You must be Mrs. Cay. I’m Matt Edwards.”
“Hi Matt. Please come in.” Just then, his eyes went over my body and I realized that I was scantily dressed. “Please sit down. I’m just gonna grab a robe.” I went upstairs in a flash but I could have sworn that his gaze followed me all the way up. Truth be told, that added an extra oomph to my every step. It’s crazy, I know. I returned a second later, now wearing a robe. Perfect timing because the kids just woke up and I introduced them to Matt. They seem to like him from what I can see and so I proceeded to say a couple of reminders to him. After that, I went upstairs to fix myself for the day.
I don’t know why but I suddenly felt all giddy as I continued dressing up. I wore a mauve wrap around dress, donned my nude pumps, and sprayed my favourite Chanel Chance hair fragrance. I feel like a goddamn teenager but I don’t care. I swiped red gloss on my lips and made my way downstairs. I bid my boys goodbye and went to work. Still, I felt Matt’s gaze as I walked away.
I jokingly talked about this to a colleague. “No. Not your babysitter!”
“Why not?” I asked innocently.
“Stop acting like you don’t know.” She countered.
“Fine. So he looked at me in a very odd, lusty way but it doesn’t mean I’m gonna act on it. Stop being too prissy.”
“I’m not being prissy. I am trying to be the voice of reason.”
“Okay, Reese. I won’t mess up with him. Besides, I love Roy.”
“That’s great to hear Vicky.”
I looked at her and smiled. What does she know? Reese is a 35 year old virgin and still single. She does not appreciate the many complicated facets of relationships or marriage for that matter. Anyway, maybe it’s just hormones. I’ll get past this.
I went home around 6 pm, but I was still scheduled to do some office work at home. My husband is not yet home, probably still with the boys for some beers. I got out of my pumps and went to check out the kids, who are still in their rooms. I decided to make some chicken nuggets and mashed potatoes for dinner. Sounds fancy right, but yeah I can cook.
Dinner went smoothly and I must admit that I felt really great knowing that my kids loved the food. I must also admit that I felt even better when Matt Edwards complimented the dessert that I made for them. Oh simple joys. Every time our eyes come in contact, I cannot help but flush. This turned out to be one of the days that I wished I was still single. Damn.
There is something about the way he looks at me that excites me and frightens me at the same time. Although that’s a bit weird considering that he is so much younger than me. I cleaned up the dishes after dinner. At least that me gave me time to avoid him. However, the mundane task just made me think about him all the more. He went down to the kitchen again to get something to drink. My back automatically stiffened. Weird I know.
After my kitchen tasks, I went to my mini office downstairs to do some of my work. I started slowly, removing first all thoughts of the young man who has been bothering my mind practically all day. I was able to get back to my normal pace a few minutes later. I went through several emails and notices from my secretary.
Just then, the door swung open. It was Matt.
“Mrs. Cay…”
“Yes, Matt?”
He closed the door and in three strides he was in front of me. “I’m quitting, Mrs. Cay.”
I stopped looking at my monitor and looked up at him. “Quitting? But why?”
“I have to. I really have to. I have never been so attracted to any of my female bosses before. I don’t think I’ll be able to function really well while thinking about your long legs and your lips.”
“I, I don’t know what to say.”
I gripped his hand and kissed his fingertips. He responded by sliding his fingers inside my mouth. He has big rugged hands-rough hands that I find irresistible. I cannot believe I am actually doing this. It’s very, very naughty.
His other hand found the neckline of my blouse and started massaging the bit of flesh that was exposed there. As he ran his fingers near my chest, I had this sudden urge to rip off my clothes and make him suck my nipples. He touched me like an experienced man, his knuckles sending shivers down my spine.
He caressed my neck and I surrendered to his touch, loving how eager he is to explore me. My face is only inches away from between his legs and I really, really wanted to bury my face there. I touched that area tentatively, not wanting to be too bold. I was so tensed thinking I might scare him if I go too far. I lightly moved my fingertips on his fly and to my amazement, I felt him responding to my feather light touch. “You can touch me, Mrs. Cay-if you want to.”
I licked my bottom lip as he took my hand and led me to touch him even more. He moved my hand up and down his hardness, as if I was his girlfriend. The thought excited me more than what was safe. My touch became more and more sensual, reaching a point where I want to rip his pants off and just squeeze him like crazy.
I used both my hands to unbutton his pants and unlock his belt, my nerves making me all giddy and excited. Just then, my phone rang. It was my husband.
I nervously answered the call.
Me: “Hello.”
Hubby: “It’s raining heavily. I might stay the night.”
Me: “Oh. Have you eaten yet?”
Hubby: “I had a sandwich and some coffee. Will be home tomorrow morning.”
Me: “Okay.”
I tossed the phone on my desk and went back to business. My hands were literally shaking but I didn’t care. I was able to unzip his pants in a snap. I fondled his huge bulge which looks even more enticing now that it’s only covered with his underwear. I touched it reverently, thinking about how it would feel like inside me.
His hand lightly massaged my nape and started pushing me against his waist. He smelled really good and in seconds, my tongue found his navel and licked him there. He smelled even more delicious up close. My hands struggled against his underwear. Just then, I was touching him with my bare hands. Matt is so thick and hmmmm-gifted. I can imagine myself being stoned by this thing all night and having no complaints. I feel like 18 again.
I only meant to touch it, to look at it but he pushed my head gently for me to kiss him. He felt warm and hard and that did it for me. I kissed his cock, remembering the very first time I have given a head. Just having him so close to my face made me feel so aroused, I desperately needed to have a taste. I sucked his cock head eagerly, smiling inwardly because I felt so damnably wicked.
I held his butt as I licked his cock, letting my tongue do all the work. I felt him harden even more and I slid him in and out of my mouth. He started to groan as I pushed all of him deep into my throat. I love how he feels inside my mouth-all big and thick and manly.
I sucked on him harder, enjoying the taste of him. He pushed me even harder to him and messed with my hair. “Oh Mrs. Cay… That feels so good.”
I slid him in and out…in and out and he went even harder. Thinking he might explode from too much stimulation, I stopped. He started removing my silk blouse and pinching my nipples through the fabric of my bra. I should have felt so exposed facing him wearing my bra, but instead I felt oh so sexy.
Matt cupped my breasts and moulded them with his huge hands. I sighed as his thumb pressed against my nipple. He pulled my bra down and my breasts were finally set free. He kneeled down and buried his face in between them. He licked my cleavage and kneaded my tits with his hands. It was unbelievably erotic. He laid me on the floor and continued exploring my body. He unhooked my bra and went back to his lavish feasting of my breasts. He sucked my nipples, like a thirsty man desperate for a drink.