by Mia Ford
Breathing in sync with the other, Sherry leaned forward gently as she got used to Darren being inside of her. He kissed both of her breasts delicately then leaned back and looked up at Sherry’s cocked head, her face toward the ceiling. He guided her to bouncing until she eventually collapsed over top of his head. She moaned as they caught on to the others rhythm. Soon enough, she was rising up Darren’s just enough to where his head almost slipped out then all the way down, where she would grind a bit. She could tell it drove Darren crazy.
Darren’s buzz carried his mind in places it hadn’t been in a while. After pressing his face into Sherry’s chest and motor-boating one again, he locked his arms around her back and pulled her close. Sherry enjoyed the closeness, but was then took by surprise when she felt Darren rising up. A sudden nervousness came over her. Heavy rain had long suppressed whatever anxieties she harbored.
Before Sherry knew it, Darren stood all the way up and held her up in mid-air. He turned his back – his bare butt – toward the wall of water running off the sides of the porch. A powerful lighting bold struck in the distance. Sherry kissed Darren passionately. It’d been so long since she’d been turned on this way – since a man picked her up and made love to her while holding her. This sort of safety was a feeling she needed with the life she’d been having lately.
Using his strength carefully, Darren leaned back a bit and bounced Sherry up and down on his cock with her face toward the back yard. He lifted her up and out as far as possible without slipping out; they both sighed from the wind slipping between their bodies. A warm jolt, a bit humid, yet comforting, whisked across the terrace.
Darren held Sherry up for several minutes, pummeling her so hard he felt her behind swaying with each thrust. Her moaning slipped into his ears with how her head rested on his shoulder. Every so often, Sherry would open her eyes, feeling nearly numb from the pleasure, and look out at the storm wreak havoc on the backyard. Just as Darren had backed up toward the couch once again, positioned to lower Sherry onto her back, a branch flew up onto the terrace. The startled feeling disrupted their passion – their release of pent-up lust – as it crossed the terrace, scraping against the concrete.
Darren looked back, stroking Sherry’s blond air. “Let’s go inside,” he said then bit his lip. He leaned over and kissed Sherry briefly before guiding her by the hand back into the house. The enthralled lovers fell into a locking embrace on the couch, Sherry on her back. The warm storm wind rushed into the now-dim house. It wasn’t long before Darren aggressively positioned Sherry on the couch with her legs open and spread wide. He pressed in the middle then pushed inside of her.
“You are so beautiful,” Darren said, leaning in to kiss her.
Sherry wrapped her arms around Darren’s back while he stroked into her with so much precision – concentration. Her moaning turned into sudden groaning outburst. Darren kept going, never letting up, eventually causing the pressure to build in Sherry. Her whimpers became loud-pitched; his breathing was the only thing she could hear as her wine-induced buzz alleviated her in ways she hadn’t felt in a long time. Sherry gripped his back as hard as she could as he pounded her with all of his body weight.
“I’m about to come,” Sherry announced. She then squealed. Lightening lit up the sky just as Darren licked the rim of her ear. “Darren, I’m about to cum.”
Darren leaned up to kiss Sherry. He then straitened his back, pulling his head up and looking down into her eyes. “Yeah?”
Sherry nodded, her stomach tensing up as she tried to catch her breath. “I’m about to come...I’m about to come.” She repeated herself several times, the pitch in her voice rising slightly each time. The pressure was almost unbearable, but she wouldn’t want it to stop.
Darren focused extra hard as he stroked in and out of Sherry’s insides. Her body started trembling; uncontrollable squeals slipped out of her lips. When Sherry’s eyes rolled back into her head, he leaned over and rested his head on her shoulder. Listening to his grunts turned her on even more.
Sherry announced that she was about to erupt, so Darren made sure to keep up with the thrusting. He wiped away the sweat building up on his forehead as he too felt himself getting closer. This had to be the best sex he had in a long while. The aroma of their sex blended with the storm smell of the breeze coming in front outside. Neither had the rain nor the thunder and lightening lightened up.
Sherry panted as she finally started to come down from her orgasm. She looked up into Darren’s face and started rubbing his pecs. He’s definitely good in bed, she thought.
Darren kept his stroke up for another couple minutes. Then, his body started twitching; his balls tensed up. A heavy bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face as he looked down into Sherry’s eyes with such a concentrated look. He groaned. “Here I...I’m...”
Darren didn’t even get to finish his words before he felt himself cumming. Struggling to catch his breath, he collapsed into Sherry’s body. She was pleasantly surprised to feel his delicate kisses tickling her chest. The storm never seemed to stop, acting a the perfect backdrop to their lovemaking. A clump of her hair stuck to her forehead. Sherry slid it out of the way then rubbed the top of Darren’s head.
Several minutes passed where the two simply enjoyed laying on top of one another before Darren finally got up. Gabriel’s crying had slid down the stairs and now into the dining area. Darren stood up then headed over to the french doors. He quickly gathered his and Sherry’s pants and shoes from the terrace. His buzz had gone with his orgasm; the frustration that had built up inside of him was suddenly relaxed. What did we just do? Hope the neighbors didn’t see. Feeling like a teenager who pulled something off while his parents were gone, he rushed back inside as if he didn’t want to be seen. He pulled the french doors shut then headed over to Sherry where they dressed themselves. Sherry then rushed upstairs.
“Oh, Gabriel,” Sherry said, lifting the child out of his crib. “Did the storm scare you? Huh? Is that what it was? Did the storm scare you?”
Sherry rocked Gabriel in her arms, wondering if maybe God had been trying to tell her something. Truly, what were the chances she’d be working as a nanny for a guy from Chicago who came from an affluent family? Who would’ve ever thought she’d be taking care of a baby the same age as the one she’s recently given up for adopting? She enjoyed taking care of this child, as well as the perks that came with it. In many ways, she felt a natural connection to the child – a connection she didn’t anticipate when she saw the job and decided to investigate what it was really like to work as a nanny. She did chuckle, though. “And who woulda thought I would be outside during a storm, banging his father?” she murmured under her breath.
Darren came to the top of the stairs and smiled a few minutes later after taking their meat off of the grill. He looked into Gabriel’s room. Sherry gently rocked the baby at the side of his crib. His lips parted so he could say something, but instead he stopped. Almost moving in silence, he crossed the hall and stepped into the darkness of his own master suite.
It took Sherry ten minutes to calm baby Gabriel. She lowered him back into the crib then stepped up to the window, looking out. The storm didn’t look as if it were going to stop anytime soon.
Sherry headed over toward the staircase and paused as she looked down. Did Darren and me really just have sex?
Before Sherry got two steps down, Darren stepped out of his bedroom. He stood there, silent, but Sherry heard exactly what he was saying without speaking any words. She crossed the hall and stepped into his room. After some flirtatious words back and forth, Sherry succumbed to Darren’s arms. They never turned on any lights; thunder rumbled and rain showered the city. Sherry and Darren slowly drifted in an early, deep slumber.
***
By the morning, the storm had moved on, leaving Ft. Wayne soaked with a few inches of water. Darren slid out of bed gently to where he didn’t wake Sherry. She slept hard as a rock. He got his pants and shit out of his closet then used the
bathroom in the hallway to get ready instead of in the master suite. It was nearly 9 o’clock before he finally got out of the house; he pulled up at his insurance agent’s office around 9:30, barely making it on time because of getting caught by the last car of a train.
When Darren stepped out of Mr. Perry’s office, he checked his phone. The MISSED CALL alert popped up. His brother John had called.
“Hello?” John answered when Darren climbed back into his car and called back. He’d been thinking about last night, on the terrace, anytime he wasn’t directly interacting with his agent. Even though he had a busy day ahead of him, he’d probably still stop in the house. He vividly remembered how Sherry had been sleeping so beautifully before he pulled his bedroom door up and got moving with his morning.
“What’s going on?” Darren asked. “I saw you called.”
“Yeah, I was just calling to see how things were going,” John said. “I was seeing on the news that you all got hit with a big storm last night. They’re showing a bunch of power outages, some trees and shit down. Some river...don’t remember the name...is flooding.”
Darren had been daydreaming about the wall of water that surrounded his love making session with Sherry and how it made it all the more erotic. “Yeah, man, it was pretty bad. But I can’t really complain. I mean, it was pretty cool for banging the nanny out on the terrace.”
“What?” John asked. He then chuckled. “What the hell are you talking about, Darren? Banging the nanny out on the terrace? You can’t be serious?”
Darren reminisced for milli-seconds about Sherry’s scent down between her legs. “Man, best experience of my life.”
“Oh, God,” John said. “Dude, this already sounds like a bad idea. You can’t really be banging your nanny. And she lives in your house, too? Dude, what are you thinking? I mean, seriously.”
“Oh, calm down, John,” Darren said. “You probably wish you could be banging your nanny.” He chuckled loudly, knowing his brother was probably getting the most repulsive mental image – a 65-year-old woman who wore huge glasses, was overweight, and didn’t particularly look well-preserved.
“Man, too much,” John said. “Mental image, mental image.”
John scolded his brother further about sleeping with his nanny. Darren never backed down from his position. He explained how he and she started talking and that he truly felt a connection with her. Darren made sure his brother was aware of Sherry’s genuine and natural care for Gabriel. Their grilling competition was cute, to say the least.
“Man, here you go,” John said. “Getting involved in some scandalous kind of stuff.”
“Scandalous kind of stuff my ass,” Darren said. “Dude, you act like we’re famous or something. It’s not that serious.”
“Well, maybe you’ll fall in love with this one...finally,” John said then chuckled. “The nanny...and you, a single guy who adopted a baby. I swear, you really do always have the most interesting stories.”
Darren’s eyes slanted toward the phone. “Here you go, again.”
Chapter 9
In the days following their wild, spontaneous lovemaking on the terrace during the storm, things got a bit hectic for Darren. For that reason he’d been home much less for at least three or fours days afterward. When he did interact with Sherry, the lust was definitely there; however, the both of them were deep in their own thought processes as they adjusted to how their boss-nanny relationship had changed. After all, this situation was strange for all parties involved – not typical at all. Conversation had been tense, but in a good way; their stares were a little too long, but never felt uncomfortable. Neither knew what to really say. Whatever little flame went on between the two of them would be pushed to the back burner the following week. Darren’s mother Joan and her sister, his Aunt Carol, were coming to Fort Wayne to visit Darren and see the baby.
“Gabriel is finished with his bath!” Sherry yelled down from the top of the steps. “And this soap works a lot better.”
“Good deal!” Darren responded. He then turned his attention back to Rosa. It was 9:30 in the morning and she’d just arrived, ready to work extra hours to get Mr. McWaters house ready for his mother’s arrival. Thirty minutes had passed since Darren received a call with her ETA. The plan was he would meet his mother downtown and they would probably start off with a walk in the park with Gabriel. The spring weather was still unbelievably warm. From there, they would just see how the day wound up. When he finished giving Rosa her list of duties, Darren climbed the steps so he could see how getting Gabriel ready was going.
Sherry was a bit startled by Darren’s sudden tap at the door. “Oh, I thought you were downstairs.”
Darren nodded as he looked Sherry up and down. He couldn’t help but to admire her shape as she nurtured Gabriel. A few seconds lapsed before he finally spoke. “How close is he to being ready? Looks like my mom will be showing up at the restaurant maybe in a half-hour… and I wanna be there first so I can be sure we got the table I specifically requested, you know...with the view.”
“Yeah, he’s almost ready,” Sherry said.
Badly, Darren wanted to wrap his arms around Sherry’s waist. For the first time in a week, they had a rather long chat down in the kitchen. Darren had been looking over some papers on the dining room table with the french doors open. He wondered what had been on Sherry’s mind. Sometimes he found himself avoiding eye contact. Even though John’s advice rang through his head every so often, but he couldn’t regret that night. The sex was too good; he clicked with Sherry in a way he hadn’t clicked with a woman in so long.
Sherry finished up with getting Gabriel ready then handed him to Darren. She then followed him downstairs where he grabbed the baby bag, his wallet, and opened the door. Sherry grabbed the handle, saying she would close it. Just then, Darren, without even realizing it, turned around with an expecting face and leaned down toward Sherry’s. It took Sherry a second too long to realize he’d turned around for a kiss. By the time she processed it, he snapped out of it and went on down the walkway. She stood in the doorway and watched the single father load his child into his MKZ. Her heart throbbed for this guy in ways she wondered if he picked up on. Still, she couldn’t deny that she was dying to know why a guy like him would adopt a child rather than get married first then start a family.
Sherry closed the door then climbed the steps, returning to her own room. There, she sat on the edge of her bed in thought. Did I make a mistake? This is a job, Sherry. Why did you do that? Mental images of their teenage-like lovemaking on the terrace flashed in her mind. Even it was wrong, and of course inappropriate from a job standpoint, it felt so right. She looked up and out of her window, at the Watson Residence across the street. Her eyes closed as she bit her bottom lip and reminisced on it all.
***
Sherry went on with her day eventually. It took her a while to figure out what to do with herself, but she wound up running some errands then simply enjoyed being back at Darren’s house alone. The deal had been once Rosa left, she would have the day to herself. No sooner than the woman pulled off, Sherry came out and jumped into her own car then zipped off. Now, as she lay in her bed, she vividly remembered the way she was frozen in time at a rose bush she passed on a trail when she stopped by the park before coming back to the house. If you would’ve said I would be having this kind of live five years ago, I wouldn't have never believed it.
Sherry called Chrissy and they chatted for a while. As to be expected, Chrissy was eager to hear about how it was going. Sherry spilled on the experience of taking care of another person's child...especially when that somebody comes from a wealthy background. Chrissy had already heard about Darren being a one-night stand from a couple of years ago. This fact made her all the more anxious to hear what was going on between him and Sherry. Early on, Chrissy had been the one to label such an interview “freaky” because it was just that unbelievable.
As Sherry approached the final part of the story about she and Darren’s lov
emaking session out on the terrace that stormy night, she heard the front door opened. She jumped up off of her bed and peered through the curtains, down toward the street. There in front of the house, she saw Darren’s MKZ. Parked behind it was a Rolls Royce. Everything about the vehicle dripped with money. Sherry then turned toward her bedroom door. Talking in the foyer drifted up into the rest of the house.
“Chrissy, I’ll have to call you back,” Sherry said, quickly.
“Huh?” Chrissy said. Sherry’s long pause had been enough suspense. Her friend had just gotten to the part where Darren was looking at her with eyes that made her melt. “You didn’t with him, did you Sherry?”
Sherry giggled. A brief wave of guilt came over her, but she too was anxious to share the details with Chrissy. “Really, Chrissy… I gotta go.”
“Just say yes before you hang up,” Chrissy said. “Sherry, tell me you didn’t sleep with the guy...the guy whose child you’re taking care of. Sherry?”
Sherry stared down at the floor for a moment, in thought. At times, the connection she had with Gabriel seemed so natural that she forgot to look at this like a job. It certainly didn’t feel that way. “Chrissy, I’ll call you later and finish.”
Sherry hung up as Chrissy was pleading for more details. She looked over her makeup – teased her hair a bit – then stepped out into the hallway. Feeling invisible, she stood at the top of the steps and listened to Darren interact with his mother and aunt. A grin formed on her face when Gabriel started crying out just after Darren said something about him waking up in a roar any given moment. Based on what Sherry heard, it sounded like Darren handed baby Gabriel to his mother. The woman who Sherry heard talking after Darren saying ‘Mom’ then changed her voice to that of baby talk. She shook her head as she thought back to Darren’s description of his mother. Even though the woman was clearly trying to be affectionate, she sounded so stiff—so corporate. “I see what he’s talking about,” Sherry mumbled to herself.