Page 67 of Grump's Nanny

“Um, Haley? Where is your brassiere, Madam?”

Haley rolled around, giggling. “Why do I need one? I’m not wearing one with my dress.”

My eyes widened, and she giggled again. “I’m not wearing panties now, either…”

“I will definitely need to get a visual confirmation of that,” I said with a chuckle. I reached for her oversized sweatshirt and lifted the hem. Indeed, she was devoid of underwear. “What a bad girl…”

Haley pulled it back down and waved her finger at me. “Nuh uh. Not until the banquet is over.”

I gave her a devastated look that was somewhere between pouty lips and puppy dog eyes. “But I need to relax before my event,” I said in a voice that I hoped would convey that there was no pressure.

“Hmm…” she said, toying with the bottom of the sweatshirt once more. “I dunno…”

She gently tugged up the top high enough that I could see her beautiful patch of hair that had been neatly groomed and settled between her strong, gorgeous thighs.

“You can’t expect me to see that and not want a taste,” I said, gesturing to her. I could already feel pressure in my groin where my pants were getting tight.

Haley giggled and rolled over, exposing her ass to me instead. “None for you…” she teased.

“Oh no?” I replied. “None for me?” I climbed on top of her in my sweats and gave her ass a few good thrusts.

I realized pretty quickly that I’d played myself because I was instantly stone-hard. On the bright side though, I heard her moan and she pressed back into me.

“You sure your convictions are really that solid, beautiful?” I said with a soft growl in her ear. She whimpered and nodded, knowing she was destroying me. “Alright,” I said, climbing off of her and helping her to her feet. “Suit yourself.”

She bit her lip, gave me a grin, then pulled her sweatshirt over her head and walked—hips swaying—to the bathroom. “I’m getting a shower,” she declared.

“Then I’m coming with you,” I called after her, practically tripping over myself in an effort to strip down. I’d only seen her naked a handful of times but her curves could knock your eyes out.

The bathroom was steamy already as I dashed in, and I could see her in the shower, eyes closed, washing her incredible body..

I walked up to the glass, hard cock in hand, and watched.

She looked like a fucking shampoo commercial gone porno, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her gorgeous nipples.

I began to stroke myself quietly as she moved from skin to hair.

“You know it’s rude to stare,” she said matter-of-factly. “Even ruder to pleasure yourself on that side of the glass.”

I chuckled at her snarkiness. “You said you didn’t want any,” I pointed out to her, dropping my length and pulling open the heavy glass door.

“I did,” she said, eyes quickly going to my cock. “But then I remembered you had that.”

I looked down at my junk with her and tilted my head in approval. “You like what you see?” I asked.

Haley nodded and reached out a hand to take hold.

I, however, swerved her attempt, sticking out my tongue and saying, “None for you.”

Haley frowned, then leaned back against the glass and spread her lips for me, showing me the perfect pink of her pussy and tiny swollen clit.

I took a step forward and put my thumb on it, slowly, torturously slowly, I ran my thumb the length of her sensitive bud, teasing and toying for effect. Haley let out a pacified whimper, and I fought my instincts to lean in and call her a good girl.

“You like that, don’t you, baby?” I said, pressing into her with my body and placing several kisses along her neck. Haley whimpered and I was delighted. The tables were turning in my favor.

I knelt down before her and pushed the water out of my eyes as I pressed my lips and tongue against the wet place that didn’t need my saliva to be dripping. God, she tasted divine.

“James…” she breathed, putting her hands on the back of my head and playing with my wet hair. “Oh, God.”

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