by Wood, Lauren
What I said to her, made her eyes get a little wider in response and I could tell that she liked to hear it. I would almost guess that if I checked right now, she would be soaking wet from kissing and a few words. What bothered me the most was how badly I wanted to check. I felt like if I knew that, then I wouldn’t have to question anything anymore. She would then be as turned on and ready as I was for it. I just had to know, the more I thought about it.
With that in mind, I started to take her pants off. I just had to know what was going on. I had to find out how much of this was just in my head and what part of this between us was real. She could say all she wanted to, but her pussy wouldn’t lie to me and I wanted that honest answer, without all of the hesitation and games that usually came with it.
The strange thing was that while I liked to please a woman, it was almost never the number one thing on my agenda. I never worried about how ready they were or how true their words were. As long as they agreed, that had always been enough. But I wanted more from Betty. I had to have more. I wanted pure submission and a willingness to give me what it was that I truly wanted.
When I pulled her panties down, she made a sound of surprise. I slid the pink silky bikini-cut underwear down her long legs, as slow as I possibly could. I wanted to make it last a little longer, taking in every inch that it passed over. I was far more interested in the bare legs that ere right in front of me, then pretty much anything else.
I was so damn horny and focused on her legs, that I didn't even see her pink parts and how bare she was underneath her panties. When I did, my heart stopped again. I had to have her.
Her eyes were closed when I finally got back to her face and her shirt came up a little bit to show off a stomach that was flat. She was unable to stop trembling and I was unable to stop watching her naughty bits shake around. My attention went back between her legs and I didn't even have to touch her what I was looking for. I could see glistening wetness coming out from between her lips. Betty was gagging for it just as much as I was and that was the surefire answer that I’d wanted. Now I had it and that was all that I needed.
It had all started because I wanted to see if she was ready for me, but seeing that she was, turned me on to the point that I couldn't temper my response anymore. It wasn't that I wanted to slow down but that she had requested it. I should have been able to. I should've been able to control myself and she should get exactly what was said she wanted, but that didn't seem to be the case. The way things were going ,there was no way that I was going to be able to stop now. We haven't even got to the good parts yet and I'd learned so much already.
Before I could stop myself, my hands were working on their own and pulling Betty’s thighs apart. It wasn't enough, just to see a little bit. I had to see it all. I wanted to see every damn inch of her and I knew that when I did, it still wasn't going to be enough. It only made me turn around and want to taste her.
I leaned forward and spread her lips, much like I had her legs. I leaned forward and took my first taste. It was far worse on my senses than I was prepared for. I tried to hold it together, but her nectar was like an aphrodisiac and I didn’t know if there was anything sweeter.
I grabbed her thighs from underneath and wrap my arms around her legs to pull her down to me. I wanted to get it right in front of my face and I didn't want her to be able to wait for me. I knew that she was going to run away, and I wasn’t going to let it happen. Betty was going to take every lick and suckle of my mouth that I could manage.
Every second that I was tasting her, and her flesh was in my mouth, was another nail in my coffin. The obsession that I had for the babysitter had just taken a turn.
Now it was real, and she felt amazing in my arms.
Betty
I don't know what happened. One minute we were kissing, and things were moving along at a brisk pace and then the next minute, I was coming so hard, I was convinced that I was going to explode. I was calling out his name loudly. I didn’t realize how nosy I was being until his hand covered my mouth to silence me.
The bad thing was that to silence me, he had to stop doing what he was doing. When the wave of pleasure was through going over me, my hips came up and I whined a little bit. I wanted his mouth on me again. I wanted him to let me come in his mouth again. It was so hot and steamy, and his tongue licked me in amazing ways. It was all too much and overwhelming at the same time, that it was incredible hot and dirty. The combination was magnificent.
When he started to move down back between my legs, he told me that I had to stop screaming. I didn't know if he knew it or not, but I felt like it was going to be impossible to stick to that. How could I stop being so loud, when he was making me feel so good?
“I don’t know if I can Alex. You feel so good.”
I could already feel a buildup coming. Every single moment that he was licking and sucking on me, was a moment that was making it harder to breathe. I knew that I was going to find myself in the exact same position as moments before and I wasn’t going to be able to stop the flood of sounds that were about to come out of me.
The only problem was, that I wasn't ready for it yet. I pushed against him and try to close my legs, but it was on to no avail. I wanted to clamp down on his head so that he would stop the battering action of his tongue.
He wasn’t going to let me get away from him though and as another wave of pleasure came over me, I really wanted to. It was all just too excessive for me and I started to whimper and then moan loudly. There was no way for me to be quiet in this situation. Alex was just crazy.
His hand covered my mouth and his other hand moved where his tongue had been moments before. I couldn’t think and all I could see was blackness as I squeezed my eyes shut as tightly as I could. My body convulsed, and his fingers rubbed against me even faster. I was desperate to get away, but he held me tight. I don’t even know how he was doing it and my eye lids refused to open up to see. All I could do was feel and react to the amazing way he touched me and made me his.
I didn’t hear the knocking on the other door until his fingers came off of me and he got up to go see who it was. I was left alone then, floating on a sea of need and trying to recover from what he had done to me. I was oblivious to it all, lost in my own moment of something that I didn’t understand.
“What’s the matter Ophelia?”
I didn’t hear the answer, just Alex telling her that there was nothing to be afraid of. The door shut and when I finally realized what was going on, he was gone out of the room. Feeling guilty, I figured that I had woken her up with my loud noises and my face was red with the idea of it. This certainly wasn’t what I had expected to happen, and I was almost relieved. Now I could breathe again at least, with Alex not barreling down on me with that all-consuming lust.
After a few moments, when my breath wasn’t coming out in gasps and my heart didn't feel like it was going to pound out of my chest anymore, I started to think about getting mobile. I was able to get up and realized that I needed to put my pants on. I needed to get out of my bosses’ hotel room before he came back. I had no misconceptions that I was running away, none at all.
I didn’t want to be there when he got back because I didn’t know how it would go. I was afraid that it would go, much like it had before and that was going to lead me down a rabbit hole, I was going to be able to get out of.
The only thing that mattered at this point was putting a little distance between us, so that my brain could work again. It seemed to go on hiatus every time he was near, and I was doing things I knew better than to do.
Like a thief in the night, I left his room and tried to go down the hallway as quietly as I possibly could. I didn’t want him to hear me in the hallway and know that was leaving.
He would ask me what I was doing and where I was going, and I wouldn’t have an answer for him. Not one that he wanted to hear or made sense.
When I got outside, it was late, and it was cold there in Toronto. I certainly wasn’t used to the temp
erature that was that cold and I pulled the light jacket that I had brought with me around me a little bit tighter. It was the heaviest one I had, but it didn't seem to help out that much. It felt like this was the sort of weather that required fur or leather. It was so harsh that far north and I had to wonder why anybody would want to live here. It was beautiful, but the climate was something that I don’t know if I was ever going to be able to wrap my head around it.
Instead of going back into the hotel, hiding from the biting air that seemed to burn my face, I kept walking down the street because momentum was the only thing that was going to keep me from freezing. I couldn’t go back into the hotel right now, so I had no other choice. Something was going on with Alex and me and I was doing my best to figure out what it was. I couldn’t do that if my brain was filled with endorphins.
It wasn’t like I hadn’t pushed for this to happen. There had been moments, things said that I knew had served only one purpose. I had wanted him, but after a taste, it felt like so much more than before. I wasn’t innocent, at all, but there was something different than happened when he touched me the way he did. I didn’t know how to describe it, but the feeling was taking me over.
Truth was, after being with him in such a way, I was afraid of what was going to happen next. I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to lie to myself about how I felt about Alex any longer. After what happened tonight, there was no way that I was going to be able to deny any of it. I was falling for my boss, a man too old for me and with obviously far more experience than I could muster up. He was out of my league and in a way, he felt like my very destruction.
Getting back to the hotel, I was about frozen into a lollipop and I had to warm up. I was a little shocked to find that Alex was still in the room I was sharing with Ophelia. But he appeared to be sleeping next to her. It was a sweet moment and I had to look away because it made me just want him more. All of the sexual things he had going for him and then I was reminded that he was a good dad and person as well. He was so much more than just the physical man that had me desiring him so much.
That just made it even worse. I moved into the bathroom and tried to get it all off of my mind. I was still shivering, and I needed to take some time to heat up. I could worry about Alex and what I was going to do with him later. I had no idea what that was going to be, but I knew that I was going to have to figure it out soon.
Alex
“Sorry for the interruption Betty, but she is back asleep, and we can now do what we started out to do now.”
Betty jumped because she didn’t hear me come into the bathroom. My words weren’t registering with her and I was debating if getting undressed was what I should have done. My eyes were on her body, checking out the parts that I hadn’t seen before and my cock was throbbing with the view of it. The little hottie had a banging ass body that I couldn’t help but admire.
From the look on her face, she wasn't as apt to want to do it as I was. I don't know what had changed in the last hour or two since she’d left, but it was rather clear to me that she was not feeling the same way anymore. I wanted to get us back on track, so we could continue on.
“What's going on?”
“I just don't think we should do this.”
I don't know why she changed her mind, but I was afraid I wasn’t going to be able to change it back. There was something in the set of her jaw and that look that she was giving me. Maybe I shouldn't have come in like this. Maybe it was too much. I have heard that before after all. I couldn't help but feel that if she had been left hanging like I was, then maybe she would have felt differently. It was my fault for giving her too many orgasms. I hadn’t thought that we would be interrupted after all. I hadn’t planned for that.
“Like ever or just not tonight?”
She sighed and then smiled at me. A smile was almost enough for me to forget the fact that she was going to leave me high and dry.
“I'm not saying ever, Alex, but right now, I don't think it would be a good idea. You are my boss after all and that could make things really messy if it goes south.”
I would have fired her right then and there if I thought it would've helped. I would of course have re-hired her the next morning, but I didn't think anything was going to help me. She wasn’t going to go for it.
Betty's eyes hadn't left my hard cock and I could tell that she was a bit intimidated by it. Finally, I covered myself and asked her one last time if she was sure. I really wanted her to change your mind and tell me that it was back on. I was so hard that it hurt at the moment.
“Yeah Alex I'm sure. I think you might be a little more man then I am capable of taking at the moment. You scare me.”
I don't know what the hell that meant but I did know that I wasn't going to get what I wanted. I wasn't in the mood to stand there and talk to her when she was so damn naked, and I wasn’t able to touch her, so I started to leave the room. If I didn’t, I was going to get into the shower with her and I was almost convinced that I could change her mind. I would figure out a way to make her say yes to my proposal.
“Okay Betty, if things change, let me know. You know where I'm staying.”
The worst thing was the relief on her face. I know that she was into me, it was rather obvious with how wet she had been and the ease in which she had come, but there was relief on her face that I didn't want to push. I had no idea what was going on in her mind, but I knew that I was going to have to give her time. I had gotten ahead of myself and even though I told myself over and over again, that I wasn't going to come on to her, I had. And it had not turned out well.
Almost worse than the reprieve found on her face, was the fact that I had to close the shower curtain and walk away. While I had stared like she had, I had definitely gotten a good look at everything she had to offer. And Betty did have a lot to offer.
Her tits were actually better than I fantasized about, and I was starting to realize that everything about her was even more amazing than I first realized. It was like she had downplayed her looks and now I had the pleasure to see it all. How the hell was I supposed to think of anything else now, when I had seen her jiggling pink nipples in front of me? It didn't seem possible.
I got back to my room and there was not much that I could do but have a drink. I didn't want to be there by myself and I certainly didn't want to be going to sleep with a raging hard on like I was going to have to. I doubt that I was even going to be able to sleep in my current state of mind.
It wasn't too long before I heard the shower turn off and I knew that my nanny was going to bed. I really wanted to be going with her and for us to finish what we started not all that long ago. I should have slammed into her from the get-go and then I wouldn't be feeling like this. It wouldn't have had the finesse that I wanted it to, but at least I would have claimed Betty. At the moment, that was all I could think about and it was all I care about.
But there was nothing I could do about it. Betty had made it clear that it wasn't going to happen tonight, even though I was sure I was going to explode from being so turned on. I would live, I know that I would, but it didn't matter. What mattered was I wasn't going to get the woman I wanted.
The next morning, Ophelia was knocking on the door and coming into the room rather early. I was still in bed, because I had stayed up most of the night thinking about my nanny. I understood that it was wrong, and I knew that I shouldn't have come on to her the night before, but it couldn’t be changed now. I should have done it because now it was going to be very awkward in between us and I wasn’t looking forward to that at all.
I had to go get Betty out of her room and I had a feeling that she was hiding in there. She could barely meet my gaze and I didn't want to leave it the way things were. I had a few meetings that I had to get to, but I didn’t want to leave with Betty still so on edge about what had happened and didn’t happen between us.
“Betty can I talk to you a minute before you guys leave for the aquarium? I really think that we need to clarify a few
things from last night.”
Ophelia was watching a cartoon with her coat and shoes on. They were both ready to go and I knew that the reason that Betty was moving so fast this morning was because she didn't want to face me. She didn’t want to have the very conversation I was trying to get out of her.
It was hard for me to feel that way because all I wanted to do was pull her into my arms and kiss her. I wanted to remind myself that what I had imagined and dreamed about the night before was real. She was real and everything about her was too. My mind needed assurances that I wasn’t able to give it.
“What's up boss?”
“Please don't call me that.”
“Why?”
“Because a few hours ago, I was making you come everywhere, and your fluids were rushing into my mouth. I don't think boss is appropriate for you to call me anymore. Ever.”
“Maybe it is a reminder that we were inappropriate last night? Make us think twice before doing it again.”
I had to give it to her, it certainly did remind me that she was my subordinate and we weren’t supposed to be doing this. That didn't mean that I was going to change anything though. I was still just as determined to make Betty mine in all ways, no matter how it had to happen.
“Maybe it is. But I would rather that you call me Alex. Like you always have before. Nothing has changed between us.”
“Okay Alex, what's going on?”
“I just wanted to make sure were feeling okay after what happened last night. You know, touch base to make sure that you’re not worried about it or anything.”
Her face turned red and she looked down. I wanted to think that all of the images, emotions and flashes that were going through my mind, we also going through hers. I liked to imagine that she was envisioning us together and getting as turned on as I was.