My dick damn near explodes as I freeze, afraid of making a single sound as I watch her, her fingers inside herself, her hand moving up and down as she gently thrusts back and forth, her other hand clutching her breast and then her tummy, and then up again over her neck as she sucks her fingers between her sweet little lips.
She lets out a soft moan and I quiver, and it’s all I can do not to come right there and then.
I want to see her climax. I want to hear her sweet little emanations as she whispers and shudders. I want to see her knees buckle as she’s overcome and she sinks down into the warm waters, quivering with bliss.
Then a moment later she whispers a single word.
‘Blake.’
And I slowly back out.
*
‘Yes,’ I whisper, imagining his hands on my hips as I draw my fingers up and over my nipple. At the same time, I circle my naked clit, moving faster and faster as I- sense movement.
I lean forward and wipe the glass of the shower, clearing the mist for just a few seconds before it creeps back, rivulets tumbling down through the little window of clarity.
Had someone been there? Had he been watching me? Had he followed me up here? Tried my door? Found it unlocked?
I breathe out, exacerbating the problem, and then I lean back against the tiles again, still holding my quivering fingers between my lips, my other hand now curled between my breasts.
No. He wouldn’t have.
Would he?
No. It’s just a ridiculous fantasy. Even so…
I bite down on my bottom lip, my warmth alive with taboo as the idea of Mr Ledger seeing me touch myself tingles every part of me.
I imagine him standing there, just at the edge of the darkness as I begin to circle myself again. Holding himself. Running his thick hand up and down his member as his steel eyes trace my curves. Thickening, straining and buckling. Thrusting as he pumps and pumps, each long sweep more desperate than the last until he can’t take it any longer and he rushes forward, pushes open the door, takes me by the hips and picks me up, pinning me against the wall as he searches and buries himself within me, filling me with his love as he loses control until he’s spent and quivering and broken… and my legs give way as my fingers thrust and I twitch and moan and tremble and buckle, falling to the floor as the water continues to pour all around me.
I breathe… deep and slow as I recover.
I am in so much trouble.
I have never had orgasms like this. Just the mere thought of him is enough to send me to a higher plane, and for a moment I wonder if I could even handle him were my darkest fantasy to somehow ever come true.
I like him.
I don’t know if this is some stupid crush or something more. Maybe all nannies get a thing for their boss? I have always wanted what I can’t have. But this feels different. I never wanted anyone so hard before. But it can’t happen, and I know it, and even if he felt the same way, which he doesn’t, he would know it can’t either.
Fuck.
After a while, the water starts to run cold and I stand unsteadily, my blood rushing so fast throughout my body that my ears have gone funny. I find the faucet and shut it off, and then I step out onto the mat and grab both my towels, wrapping my hair in one and my body in the other.
For a few seconds, as I dry swiftly in the warm air of LA, I look at myself in the mirror and blush. Then I turn around and walk back into the bedroom, flicking off the light as I slip into my nightie and slide beneath the sheets.
As I lie still for a moment, still finding my breath, my phone buzzes beside me and I reach for it and squint, the screen bright in the darkness.
One new message from Kyle.
Saturday, 6 pm. Text me your deets.
I blink and sigh, my heart sinking.
There’s a part of me that wants to text him back and tell him that I’ve changed my mind, but the post-orgasm rational part of my brain is in charge right now, and I know that everything that’s happened in the last hour means nothing. It’s just a fantasy and a stupid one.
I need a proper distraction. Even if it isn’t something that will go anywhere. I need a date to take my mind off all of this.