Skip to main content

Pass Around Joy - 5 Nanny Ride

Shine On

On entering my tiny coach house we made a brief stop at the ancient fridge. We each grabbed a cold Drewrys and Nanny led the way to the small room with the large floor flopped mattress that dominated the space. Only the large wooden console Hi Fi, turntable, and equally bulky speaker cabinet on the other side of the area added to the room’s decor.

I put on side one of “Wish You Were Here” by Pink Floyd and watched approvingly as the Nanny sprawled out on the floor level mattress with her long legs splayed for comfort.

Nanny had legs that made grown men burst into tears just watching her walk by, but here tonight with the silly knee socks of the nanny uniform she was like some Mary Poppins meets Catholic school girl mash-up. Her sipping a beer, limbs all akimbo, ensconced on my bed as the music rose had me set down my beer and drop slowly between her knees. My hand traced gently over her stocking top as she said, “If you are a good boy I’ll leave the socks on.”

She knew me too well.

As my eyes rested on the white cotton stripe under her skirt. I caught the hint of soft dewy blond hair peeking around the corners of her panties. She reflexively demurred as all ladies do. Her knees came together obscuring the precious panorama. But as my eyes slowly traversed her long stretched out body, resting momentarily on the sweet ice cream scoop sized globes still uniformed for nanny duty, my eyes went to hers and she met my gaze. Her thighs relaxed and her knees parted invitingly. My guilt owed her a bit of attention that our busy schedules had precluded of late.

My attentions began just above the knee sock with a volley of kisses, little licks, and bold nibbles as gravity guided my face down her taut white thigh to that place where my index finger had moved aside the cotton barrier. Moist tender blond fringed pink lips were revealed. While the index finger held pantie at bay the middle finger ventured forth into the great moistened terrain and began to burrow into the Nanny up to the knuckle. Dipping into Nanny brought passion swiftly to bear and joy when my tongue was applied to quivering cunt lips that parted invitingly as her thighs spread wide.

Invitation RSVP’d I withdrew my finger and replaced the fully parted portal with my circling tongue creating a vortex of pleasure upon her pussy. When the time was nigh I flattened my tongue spreading cunt lips wide and lapped slowly up to her clit which responded heroically. It stood it’s ground proudly, but yielded Nanny a gasping climax. Some women are thigh clampers. Some women are thigh spreaders. The Nanny was a spreader and she spread wide when she came. Rolling her large arse in circular delight with each tremor amour.

We were not verbal lovers. We were not vocal lovers. It was all body language with the Nanny and I.

By the time “Welcome to the Machine” was playing we were as one. The Nanny’s upper lip had pulled back baring her teeth as she panted through open mouth. Her cute little nose did that thing it did when she was chewing toast or cumming. She was not chewing toast. We rolled in blissful unison until she was above fiercely trying to finish me off. How different her cunt was from Beverly’s mouth. Firm woman flesh with bouncing bottom devouring my cock with each fall of paradise.

My flat tummy and the Nanny’s toned abs over prominent mound revealed a view of the repeated introduction of my dick into her over heating twat. Each withdrawal was an opportunity to watch her pussy devour my shaft anew. We fucked until our mutual orgasm caused the record stylus to skitter across the platter from the fierce thumping we were giving the floor and each other.

We shimmered like diamonds in each other's arms sleeping to the tune of a center paper label repelling a stylus back on to vinyl all night long.

Comments

  1. This is turning into a delectable tale!

    ReplyDelete
  2. Oh dear. Here I was shooting more for delectable tail. :-)

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Random Access Lynn: 3. Liquid Pantie Remover

Don, Eddie the G, and Phil finally arrived and took their place on the bar stools next to us. The single guys did the barroom scan to see if there was any game afoot just as I had earlier. They pinged a rowdy contingent of CART racing women also lubing themselves for a wonderful Road America experience. The three wise men sauntered over to these healthy looking Wisconsin women and turned on their city slicker charm. I joined in, because after all I was soloing on this trip as well, since Eileen had backed out. We left Jim and Lynn to their relationship bliss. Don was designated wingman because he had recently gotten engaged to Dorette, a woman who worked with us back in advertising hell. The evening's drinking progressed nicely, much better than mine or Phil's luck did with the racing bunnies. Eddie the G on the other hand sauntered out with a tall sturdy blonde ostensibly for a breath of fresh air never to be seen again until the next morning. When the campground sa...

Beloved at Hand

Daydreaming about penetrating into her field of investigation as I watch her lusciously brush the red onto her newly tended fingernails. Cuticles trimmed. Nails filed to a delicious point now shimmer in the candlelight. I dream on. She smiles. She knows that she and only she has this effect on me. Others found me a chore. Hard work for hardly a reward. Just thinking of her makes me board. Hard as ... that is. Her scent so near has me nearly bursting out my barn-door. Kicking my stall. It is all I can do to keep my hands off myself. She knows. She delays. Her lips pucker as she gently blows the wet red polish. Not to hurry the drying but to tease me more. She gives me a fleeting glance. She gives my crotch a longer look. My hand precariously close in anticipation rests on my thigh. A nod from her I would be out and taken by my own hand. Instead she raised her index finger. The index finger that will smear the pre-cum around the knob on the throbbing tip, looming above her trailin...

Ginger Chunks - Dressed for Effect

Ginger Chunks was ready for this holiday party. Her long red hair was silky and immaculately placed in such a way as to perfectly frame the vast expanses of cleavage. Highlighting boob where she had lovingly applied her foundation make-up well beyond what should be considered proper exposure for a company party. That vast area of alabaster curvy white flesh, hugged by astounding red hair, only interrupted by equally shocking red lips and green cat eyes. She was abundance personified and displayed for effect. In January she would be "Sadie  Sadie , old married lady". This night would be the final act in her long holiday tradition of being the effervescent and wild Ginger Chunks. "Look out men, cause I'm coming to get  ya ." she cooed softly to herself. Her red lips spread lasciviously at the thought. She had her list and she was checking it twice. All these men would be naughty on this winter's night.   "Or else," she added cryptically to h...