Message-ID: <20642eli$9903190425@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: LCDRJMC@aol.com Subject: NEW: The Nanny 1/4 (F+/F, Reluc) by lcdrjmc@aol.com Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <989eae0a.36f134b4@aol.com> Hi there. Here we go with yet another tale of sizzling sex, unspeakable betrayal, and child care. 'Ta! LCDRJMC [lcdrjmc] Subject: NEW: The Nanny Part 1/4 (F/F, reluc) by lcdrjmc@aol.com Standard Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction. It is intended for Adults Only, so if you're not--then go away. It is not intended for sale, but if you'd like to pass it around, feel free. Just keep the header and text as is and all will be well. Have fun. Prolog Jacquelyn Devereux stood in front of the large smoked plate glass window, and surveyed her domain. From the top of one of the high glass towers in downtown Chicago, the telecommunications specialist contemplated her lot with satisfaction. "Not bad for a second-generation transplant from the back alleys of Marseilles," she thought. "Not bad at all." Built from nothing, Devereux Communications was now one of the dominant forces in the industry. A satisfying consequences of that was it allowed her and her beloved family and friends to live a life of luxury and style in their large secluded estate north of the city. It also allowed them to discretely follow their very unconventional lifestyles, which, she thought with glowing contentment, might not always meet the approval of their more conservative neighbors. Or the police, for that matter. Turning abruptly from the magnificent view of the Chicago waterfront, Devereux went to her mahogany desk and sat in the plush leather seat. After sparing a quick glance around her elegant office, she pulled a key from a small, secret compartment in the desk and unlocked the center drawer. This was where she always kept her special things, secret things. From a stack of slim manila envelopes, she took from the drawer one marked only by a large red 'F', and carefully opened it. Inside the envelope were six single-page personal summaries, each with an attached small color photograph in the upper left corner. She saw with satisfaction that each photo was the professionally done half-length portrait of a beautiful young woman. She closed the drawer and removed all of the files from the envelope. She then methodically spread the files out across the empty top of the large desk. "Now, what choices does she have for us this time?" she said softly, her dark eyes glittering slits behind the lowered lids. Forthingill was very expensive, but her stock was the best in the trade, no question. "Where does she find them?" Jacquelyn quietly wondered. She read each of the files carefully. After a quick deliberation, she selected one and returned the rest to the envelope. The name at the top of the sheet read "Valentine, Athena ****." The stars were Forthingill's own estimate of the girl's suitability to her client's needs. Four stars was the highest rating possible. Forthingill always made it a point to guarantee nothing. Her ratings were a measure of potential, and that was all. With human nature, nothing was certain. But, her estimates were inevitably quite accurate, and well worth the non-refundable, and usually astronomical price. Jacquelyn went down the girl's statistics: parents divorced, lived from early infancy with strict mother, equivalent high-school degree based on home tutoring, age 18, height 5'6", weight 110 pounds, bust 35", waist 22", hips 34", hair blonde, eyes blue, no distinguishing marks. She looked at the girl's portrait again. "Perfect," she thought. "Just perfect." The Nanny: Part I Athena Valentine, eager young reporter, reviewed hopefully what she had just written. "Sophisticated professional Miss Athena Valentine, only 18-years old and already a proven expert in the demanding field of child-care, watched with wondrous awe as the greatest metropolis of the mid-west, the sun-drenched city of Chicago, unfolded beneath her window, while the gleaming silver airliner made its majestic approach to O'Hare International Airport." It sounded good, but she still wondered if this was how a naïve teenager fresh from nanny school would really react to her first sight of Chicago? At least, that was what she hoped her alter-ego would think it would be like. Athena looked down at her legal pad in disapproval and lined out her first paragraph. "A journalism major with a 3.8 grade-point average and I'm writing this shit," she thought with despair. Some Watergate this was turning out to be! She had been working at the Free Press for less than a month when her editor called her into his office for a talk. He had been working on an idea that required some superb investigative reporting but had been lacking someone with the proper skills to make it a reality. Her editor had made it sound so exciting. Her assignment would be to go undercover and blow the lid off of what he called the 'Nanny Racket'. He wasn't really sure what abuses would be uncovered by her efforts but he was absolutely certain there had to be something going on. He told her it could be as dramatic as covered-up child abuse by poorly trained teenagers, or simply just another excuse to cause harassed parents to part with their money for more expensive schooling their daughters would never use. By following a typical nanny pipeline, attending school (there was even one in town!) and actually living for a time with a real family, she would be the first reporter ever to get to the truth of the matter. Visions of a Pulitzer Prize had suddenly dazzled the normally level-headed Athena's mind as her editor continued. Either way, he was convinced that the recent rise in the use of nannies by the wealthier members of society was sufficient cause for a job of investigative reporting on the same level that Woodward and Bernstein of the Washington Post conducted on the legendary Watergate scandal. At the mention of her idols, Woodward and Bernstein, Athena's heart started fluttering. As her editor talked about the job, she could already see herself in the TV movie based on her exploits. "My God!" she thought. "After what they did with 'All The President's Men', God only knows who they would get to play me!" "YES! Oh, yes!" Athena exclaimed, to the surprise and delight of her editor. If this worked out, perhaps she could get a job as the star reporter on a real newspaper! After waiting in the boarding area for two hours past her departure time, she was beginning to wonder if she would ever get there. Outside the glass terminal hordes of mechanics swarmed over the plane to correct what was officially announced as a 'minor difficulty'. "Idiots. Who were they trying to fool?" she thought scornfully. It had been a rough road, but at last she was here, ready to start her new undercover life as a professional nanny. It was such a fantastic opportunity, she could hardly believe it had happened to her. They were actually going to pay her to live in (well, near anyway) an exciting big city with a wealthy family, and do what she enjoyed best, playing the crafty investigator on her unsuspecting hosts. Of course, there was the minor fact that she would actually have to take care of little children, at least part of the time. "Ugh!" she thought. It was a draw-back to be sure, as she didn't really like the little stinkers, but it was the only way she could uncover the secret world of the modern nanny. One thing about modern nannies she had found out already: the pay was excellent. In fact, she noted with chagrin that she was making less as an undercover reporter on per diem for the Free Press than as a nanny on her first assignment. This was especially bad the way they kept referring at the paper to 'fringe benefits' in lieu of pay. But, no matter how she looked at this assignment, it was perfect for her! Even her mother would have approved of it, if she had been able to tell her. Because her assignment was so secret, she couldn't tell anyone where she was going or why. She could only say that the paper's travel section was sending her out of town for a couple of months. Now here she was at the airport, a very recent graduate of nanny school, or as it was officially known: the Miss Forthingill's School of Child Care for the Privileged. It was a terribly exclusive school to get into, the most expensive in the state. She had been very surprised to find that her editor, posing as her guardian and pulling some strings, had already submitted a false past for her and gotten her enrolled even before she had agreed to the assignment, the rat! She hadn't even applied and here she was accepted already! While at nanny school, she found that her training, and a few other girls', had been somewhat different from the other students. They were always kept apart, and their training was much shorter, much more individualized. The one week of schooling seemed a bit perfunctory even to Athena, but they said that once they were assigned to their families, they would find that experience was truly the best teacher. They seemed to focus more on how they should always try to fit in with the lifestyles of their new families, no matter how odd or eccentric they might seem, rather than on the duties of actual child care. Although her editor had warned her not to, Athena took covert notes like crazy in her journal and hoped to have time later to make sense of it all. Surprisingly, she and the others of her special group were part of the few graduates for whom the school had obtained an immediate position directly following graduation. In Athena's case, it seemed the family was so eager to have her that they had even sent her an airline ticket for the first available flight. Athena had wanted to spend some time at home with her family before going out on her first assignment, but they were in some kind of child-care crisis in Chicago and required her services immediately. It was well after midnight when, at last, the boarding announcement was made. Not sure of what to do and wanting to remain inconspicuous, Athena was one of the last passengers to board. She followed the dwindling line of embarking passengers down a long corridor and into the plane. After showing her pass, the girl was directed to her seat in the business class section. She knew it was vital for her to be in character at all times, even in situations that had nothing to do with her assignment. Her editor had repeatedly warned her that she had to preserve her undercover identity at all costs, and to consider such things as nanny school and this plane trip as an excellent opportunity for practice. "If you slip even once, it could cost you the assignment," he warned. "You must never leave your role as the innocent 18-year old nanny and become the sophisticated 21-year old college graduate." "I can do this," she thought. "I can play the naive teenager, out in the world for the first time. I'll just pretend I'm my bubble-headed sister. Talk about easy!" Athena considered her sister Alexis to be the pro- typical high school bimbo. If not actually retarded, she must have been very close. She was a real head-turner, Athena had to admit, but her lips moved when she read anything (which wasn't often). She hated the idea of having to act like that, of using her looks to get what she wanted. It was so demeaning, but this was her chance at the big time and she wasn't going to do anything to jeopardize it. "Why, this isn't crowed at all," she exclaimed, acting as if she had never been on a plane before. Scattered around the spacious cabin were pairs of plush recliners, each pair well separated from the others. The few business class passengers, having boarded much earlier, were all settled in and asleep by the time Athena made her way into the cabin. She acted as if she found the numbers and letters on the cabin walls confusing, and she wandered about the cabin, waking the occasional passenger and asking them, "Is this my seat?" When she asked a sweet-looking little old lady who was sitting alone, the woman took one startled look up at the beautiful apparition which had suddenly appeared as if from magic. She saw a breath-taking teenager with long straight blonde hair falling over her shoulders, button nose, delightful chest, shapely hips, and wide blue eyes. The ancient crone glanced quickly about the cabin, then immediately croaked, "Yes!!" She gestured with a withered claw of a hand to the empty seat next to hers. "Oh, goody!" said the reporter, trying to act like an excited teenager. "A window seat for my very first flight. How nice!" Athena put her purse down and took off her Forthingill blazer. She reached up and tried to place the blazer in the storage compartment located over her seat. It was a reach, but she found that by leaning and stretching over the old woman she would be able to place her blazer in the compartment. She realized that this must be terribly inconvenient to her new companion and repeatedly apologized to her about it. The giddy ancient would only respond with a kindly but strangely muffled, "That's all right, dear." So intent was she on putting her blazer away and so nervous that she was finally on the case, Athena didn't realize that she was unwittingly pressing her jutting breasts tightly against the old woman's face. Finally, Athena had made sure her blazer was neat and safely put away for the trip. She was ready to go to her seat now, and waited for the old woman to politely rise so that she could pass. Unfortunately, the woman seemed quite planted in her seat, and Athena knew that there was nothing to do but slide in front of her. Murmuring a soft but pointed, "Excuse me!" Athena faced forward and, her hands on the seat in front of her, moved sideways in front of her companion. The woman violently sneezed just as Athena was directly in front of her and Athena felt the woman's head push right onto her pleated skirt, at a spot just centered on her firm buttocks! "Oh!" the startled reporter cried. Mortified, Athena tried to move away but found the woman now held her by her skirt in a surprisingly strong grip as she continued to violently sneeze. Not knowing what else to do, Athena could only wait until the old woman finished her sneezing fit. Each sneeze caused the woman to pull down tighter on Athena's skirt, until with a final monstrous "Ka-CHU!" the skirt fell to the cabin floor. Stunned, Athena could only look opened-mouth in horror at her fallen skirt. The woman, after drinking in the pert behind thrusting from underneath the starched white blouse, placed her trembling hands on the blonde's waist and guided the shocked girl over to her seat. Next, she used her blanket to cover the woman's sculptured nylon- clad legs. "Thank you!" Athena was finally able to say. The old woman, terribly apologetic, said "I'm so sorry! I'm just a senile old fool. Please forgive me!" as she held the torn garment towards Athena in her shaking hands. Touched by the very old woman's obvious sincerity, Athena could only say, smiling, "It's not your fault, really. I forgive you." She took her skirt and carefully inspected the damage. "Oh, thank you! Thank you!" the old woman beamed. "I'm Mrs. Murphy, by the way." "Hi!," Athena chirped automatically. "My name is Athena. Athena Valentine." "Lovely name," Mrs. Murphy cooed. "Thank you." "Can it be fixed?" she timorously asked, as the frowning Athena kept looking at the skirt's fastener. "Yes, it was just a few buttons. Do you have a sewing kit?" "Of course, child. Listen, since this is your first ride in an airplane and since I've cause you more than enough trouble, let me look after you this trip. I've flown a great deal and know exactly what to do." "Well," Athena said, hesitantly. "If it wouldn't be too much trouble, I would really appreciate that." She knew that her sister was constantly on the look-out for people to help her, so her life would be easier by her not having to think for herself. "Good. It's settled, then. So, why don't you lean back and take it easy and I'll have this skirt of yours fixed in about ten minutes. How about a drink, while you wait?" "Yes, thank you. Any diet soda they have will be just fine, but only if it's not too expensive. I'm on a budget." "Don't worry, child, it's on me," she said as she rang for the steward and, with voice lowered, ordered two champagnes. "Thank you. You're being very generous." "Not at all, child. Now, we must get you all fastened in," the old woman stated matter-of-factly as she slid her hands under Athena's blanket. The old woman proved to be quite fumbled-fingered. It took her some time to locate the far half of Athena's seat belt. She had to run her hand continuously up and down Athena's upper leg and hip before she found it. Then, she kept dropping the metal end right between her thighs, and had to repeatedly reach after it. The cringing Athena again and again offered to do it herself as she fought to keep from protecting herself, but it was obvious to her that Mrs. Murphy was a proud old woman, because she wouldn't allow the agitated reporter to help her at all. By the time her seat belt was properly fastened, Athena was feeling very flushed and embarrassed, in spite of Mrs. Murphy's good intentions. Still, in exchange for all of her kindness and good intentions, Athena felt compelled to tell Mrs. Murphy all about herself as a new nanny and why she was going to Chicago. By the time their drinks had arrived she was feeling quite thirsty. "Oooh, what is this?" she said enthusiastically as she could after she tasted the disappointing liquid in the tall, fluted glass. "It's a special kind of soft drink they have in Europe. I understand it has very few calories." "My, it tickles, doesn't it?" Athena giggled, after carefully sipping the poor vintage. "Now why," she wondered, "would this nice old lady want to slip someone champagne?" "Oh, yes. It surly does. Now, here's your skirt. I had to use smaller buttons than usual, they were all I had, but otherwise it's good as new." Athena moved to slip the skirt on under her blanket, when the old woman stopped her. "Oh, no. You certainly don't want to do that." "I should go to the rest room, you mean." "No, that's not it. You must leave it off, otherwise it will become terribly wrinkled." "Oh, my! I couldn't do that! I just couldn't!" "Well, okay. At least let me help you get it on, then." "NO!" Athena inadvertently shouted. After seeing the terribly hurt look on the face of her aged companion, she softened her protest to, "No, I can do it myself. Really." She opened her seat belt and, after looking guiltily around the cabin, pulled up her skirt over her legs as surreptitiously as possible. Raising herself slightly above her seat, she pulled it up over her hips. She tucked in her blouse and attempted to fastened her skirt. Athena discovered she had a problem with her skirt's new buttons. They were so small they could hardly stay in their holes. She would have to replace them as soon possible after she arrived at her new home. She looked over at her companion and saw tears rolling down the kindly old woman's face. "Oh, my!" thought Athena. "I've done a terrible thing. I must have really hurt her, and all she wanted was to help." After taking a deep breath and knowing she would probably regret this, Athena gently told her, "Tell you what, Mrs. Murphy. You can help me all you like from now on, OK?" Mrs. Murphy's smile of pure joy lit up the cabin in its brilliance. "I can? Oh, thank you! Thank you!" gushed the cunning old crone. "Most won't let me do much of anything anymore. Too old, I guess." "Nonsense! You are just fine. Here, why don't you… fasten my seat belt for me again. I always have trouble with those silly things." The things she had to do, she thought. And so it went for the first two hours of the flight. Athena surprisingly found her aged business-class companion to be truly a joy and a treasure. When Mrs. Murphy wasn't telling her of spellbinding stories of her youth (mining gold in the Yukon, movies with Mack Sennett), she would always be doing things for her, watching over her. She was such an interesting character, Athena could hardly wait to write her into her article! Besides, it felt so nice to be fussed over for a change, even if by a total stranger. Mrs. Murphy was always making sure she was properly tucked in and her seat belt fastened. Of course, she had to reach under her blanket to do that, and then always had to search around some to find the buckle, because the poor dear would always keep forgetting where it was. It would have been embarrassing if it hadn't been so funny. There they would be, quietly laughing in the darkened cabin, as the red-faced woman kept feeling around in her confusion under Athena's blanket, running her hands all over the young woman's nubile body in search of the elusive buckle. Sometimes, in her enthusiasm, the woman would mistakenly undo Athena's clothing and have an even worse time trying to refasten everything once she finally found the buckle. In spite of all the fun they were having, Athena found herself getting very sleepy. She had been very tense all day and it was finally catching up with her, especially after drinking that glass of 'European soda pop' the old woman had gotten for her. Just before she drifted off in peaceful sleep, she carefully checked all her clothing under the blanket. "My goodness," she thought. "I hadn't realized just how active the confused old woman has been!" She found that her blouse and skirt had both been completely unfastened and were pulled wide open. If she had stood up, her skirt would have fallen off and, just standing in her opened blouse, she would have been quite exposed to everyone in her modest underwear. Muttering, she refastened everything and made sure her blouse was properly tucked in again. "The crazy old loon!" she thought. "I'll sure be glad when this flight is over!" Her last memory was that of the old woman telling her again that she would be taking care of her all through the flight, and not to worry about a thing. Athena thanked her and went to sleep, thinking about the caring old woman. How lucky could she be, to have such a wonderful traveling companion, a borderline dementia case if ever there was one, on her first real assignment? Mrs. Murphy was going to make a great character! She could only hope that her new employers, her new family as Forthingill would rather say, would prove to be equally colorful, if hopefully a little less confused and certainly a lot less 'helpful'. Mrs. Murphy waited patiently until the steady rise and fall of the girl's blanket told her that Athena was sleeping deeply. She lifted up the blanket and saw that she was completely dressed. "Damn it all to hell!" the old woman muttered. Now she would have to do it all over again, she thought, as she removed the blanket and placed it on the floor. Mrs. Murphy had Athena's blouse and skirt off, and was in the process of pulling the girl's opened bra down her arms when she felt something pressing against her from the aisle. Turning, she saw the angry face of a pretty stewardess hovering over hers. "Is there something going on here?" the stewardess quietly demanded, her hands on her hips. Her name tag read 'Jenny Jones'. The old woman stared boldly into her eyes as her left hand flashed up the unsuspecting woman's skirt and pinched the tender, pouting flesh of her vulva in a grip of iron. She watched confidently as Jenny's eyes first registered shock and then pain as they began filling with tears. "Say nothing or you'll lose it!" Mrs. Murphy whispered intensely as she tightened her grip on the stunned stewardess's pain-filled crotch. The cringing Jenny's head became a blur in agreement. "My bitch and I would like some time to ourselves, if you don't mind," hissed Mrs. Murphy. "Unless you'd care to join us. Eh, dearie?" the leering ancient whispered as she gave the stunned woman's sensitive flesh a gentle message through her pantyhose. "No?" she said and gave Jenny an extra hard squeeze before letting go. The stewardess, holding onto her wounded crotch with both hands, ran squealing up the aisle. "Now we'll be left alone, my lovely," crooned Mrs. Murphy softly to her sweetly sleeping prey as she returned to her work. She replaced the girl's blanket to avoid any further interruptions from busy-bodies. Soon the old woman was once again happily at work undressing the unaware reporter. Athena woke up to the unaccustomed feel of her stiff nipples rubbing on the rough airline blanket. "What a dream!" she said. She looked sleepily at the seat back in front of her and saw with a shock of recognition her clothes all neatly folded over the top. Not believing what she saw, she looked under the blanket. "OH MY!" she gasped. "I'm naked!" That damned old woman had managed to take all of her clothes off her during the night. "Mrs. Murphy!," she sputtered indignantly to the grinning old crone, as she held her inadequate blanket tightly around her. "What have you done?" "Didn't want your nice clothes to get all wrinkled, did ya?" Mrs. Murphy gibbered, a thin stream of saliva trickling down the left corner of her mouth. "Can't sleep in your clothes, 'taint right! So, I fixed you up, yes ma'am, that I did." Athena looked around her in horror. It was already morning, and in the sun-lit cabin the stewardesses were clearing everyone's breakfast things and generally preparing the cabin for the plane's final decent into Chicago. Athena knew she hadn't a moment to loose! She couldn't go to one of the rest rooms, not in this blanket. So, she had to get dressed right here in the seat. She let go of her blanket to carefully reach up and grab the pile of her clothes from the top of the seat in front of her. Athena let out a stifled squeal as Mrs. Murphy said, "Here, let me help you," and pulled the blanked completely from her body. "No!" Athena gasped as she dropped her clothes to the floor and silently fought the old woman for possession of her only covering. She finally pulled the blanket from the grasp of the hurt-looking old woman and carefully tucked it around her naked body once again. The small blanket would merely cover her front and sides, so she could only lean over very slightly to avoid showing too much of her naked skin while she searched for her things. She lowered her right arm as far as she could and started desperately to feel the floor around her seat for her missing clothes. "Oh, no!" she breathed. To her horror, she found that, during her unbelievable struggle with Mrs. Murphy, her clothes had been scattered all over the cabin floor. She had just thankfully found her skirt and blouse and was in the process of looking for her underwear when she felt a familiar bump. She looked out of her window and saw the runway racing by. "Oh, God!" she moaned. They were already on the ground and she was still naked underneath the blanket. She had to get dressed, she just had to! Athena picked up her blouse and clumsily got into in underneath the blanket. By the strange way it fitted, she knew she had gotten the buttons wrong but at that point she didn't care as she slipped her skirt up her legs. Rising slightly, she pulled her skirt over her hips as the plane came to a stop at their gate's extended walkway. The passengers were all standing now, retrieving their luggage from the overhead compartments as Athena swiftly tucked her mis-buttoned blouse into her skirt and fastened it. Mrs. Murphy swiftly gathered her things and, with a hurried "Bye, now!" to the distressed woman, quickly scuttled out of her seat and left the cabin. Athena looked around frantically for the rest of her things, but could only find her shoes. All of her other clothes were not to be found anywhere. She thought of asking one of the kind stewardesses for help, but was too embarrassed. She waited in her seat until the passengers had all left and started searching the other rows for her missing things. A stewardess walked over to where she was frantically searching. "Did you lose something, Miss?" "Uh, no! Nothing at all!" Athena cried, blushing at the thought of how undressed she felt without her underthings. "I was just… Uh, just making sure I hadn't forgotten anything, that's all." "Fine. You must leave the plane now, miss. If you find anything missing, you can always check with the airline's 'lost and found' office located just outside the baggage claim area." "Yes, thank you." Athena gathered up her purse from the seat pocket and her jacket from the overhead compartment. Carrying her blazer, she dejectedly walked out of the aircraft and down the long empty corridor of the walkway. She was acutely conscious of the unaccustomed movement of her breasts underneath her wrongly buttoned prime white blouse, the painful rubbing of her nipples against the heavily starched material. Once inside the terminal, she could feel the cooled air against her bare legs and even up her short skirt! She had to retrieve her suitcases and find some undies before she did anything else. Inside the deserted passenger reception area, she found that only she and a rather severe-looking young woman dressed in a chauffeur's uniform were left in the area. Athena looked over the confusing array of signs to try and figure out how to find the baggage area but was still so distressed over what had just happened to her that she failed miserably. She was getting ready to have a good cry when the woman came over to her and held up a sign with "A. Valentine" neatly printed in bold black letters across the white surface of the sign. "Athena?" the woman hesitantly asked. Holding back her tears, Athena managed to quietly sob out a faint, "Yes?" "Thank goodness it's you. I was beginning to think I had missed you. I'm Becky. I'm the driver from the Devereux estate. I'm your ride." Without hesitation, the sobbing Athena, overcome with relief, dropped her things and threw her arms tightly around her rescuer. "Whoa! Bad trip, uh?" the woman asked dryly as she dropped her sign and placed her arms firmly around the back of the sobbing woman. She pressed Athena tightly towards her, enjoying the feel of the firm proud breasts against hers. She felt Athena's back and confirmed that this supposedly proper young thing was not wearing a bra. Athena continued to cry into the woman's shoulder as Becky's hands moved down the weeping reporter's back and came to rest on her firm, thrusting buttocks. Using a little more care than before, Becky moved her hands contentedly over the magnificent ass, and was surprised to discover that this tasty looking cupcake wasn't wearing any panties either. No underwear of any kind, come to that. And her blouse had obviously been buttoned in haste. "Wait until Mrs. D. hears about this," the delighted Becky thought. "She may want to step things up a bit." "What a terrible way to start!" Athena wailed to herself. "I must get back into my character and quickly." She finally got a grip on her runaway emotions and tried to become the cool reporter once again. When Athena finished crying, Becky took her to the baggage claim area. On the way, Athena darted into the first rest room she saw to relieve herself and fix her blouse. When she was in the stall, the reporter was surprised to find that her pubic hair and inner thighs were covered with some dried, sticky substance. Not sure how she managed to spill something (the champagne?) there of all places, she daintily cleaned herself off and left the stall. At a sink she carefully washed her hands and the drying tears from her face before she rejoined the patiently waiting Becky outside the rest room. "Feeling better?" Becky asked. "Oh, yes. Much better," Athena truthfully replied, her natural enthusiasm returning to her. As they walked to the baggage area, Athena could not help being aware of her body under her clothes. Never before had she been wearing her regular clothes without underwear. Even at home she was always properly dressed. She was acutely conscious of everything, from the rubbing of her naked thighs, to the slight movement of her firm breasts underneath her blouse. Especially bad were the maddening sensations coming from her very erect nipples after their continuous rubbing on the heavily starched material. The longer she walked, the more they rubbed and the additional rubbing just seem to make them even more erect, even more sensitive. Athena found herself quite breathless when they finally reached the baggage area. She was too embarrassed to tell Becky about it, because then she would have to tell her why. It was, after all, about her private, secret places and not for anyone else to know about, even someone she liked as much as Becky. Her mother had taught her far too well for that. After retrieving her two modest suitcases, Athena said, "I need to visit the rest room again before we leave." "Your plane was late getting in, and we were due back two hours ago. I thought you already took care of business. So, what's up?" "Well, yes, but I…I still really need to find one. It will just take a moment. Please?" Athena implored. She just couldn't tell her that she had somehow lost all of her underwear because of some senile old woman she had met on the flight. She just couldn't! "Look, Athena. We are so late right now it's not even funny." Becky took the agitated nanny by the arm and started to head for the exit. "We must leave immediately, otherwise I could lose my job. Okay? Besides, you can always change or do whatever, any time after we arrive at the estate in about two hours." "Oh, I wouldn't want you to lose your job, Becky," Athena said a little breathlessly, trying to remember to stay in character. "Of course let's go now. It…it wasn't all that important, anyhow." End Part I -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----