"More Than Just The Nanny" (closed)

[PollyWannaCracker]

"More Than Just The Nanny"

Paula Taylor rushed between the Media Center and Language Arts buildings, screaming in panic toward the 3:05 Downtown Express. The driver, Victor, had come to both know "Polly" and to know that she was almost always going to be late. It wasn't her fault, she told him every time she rushed up the steps and scanned her pass. Her last class was in the Sciences Building on the far side of the campus.

"You know, there's a bus at 3:40," he told her, knowing what Polly's response would be.

Gasping for breath, she began "But the 3:40 isn't an Express and doesn't get to the transfer station until 4:45, which means--"

"Which means you miss your 4:32 transfer," Victor filled in, "and don't get to work before you boss has to leave. Remind me again, what does your boss do?"

"She runs an art gallery," she told him yet again. Victor was old, and Polly wondered sometimes whether or not he was "all there". She'd been riding his route for the whole of her Freshman year at "City U", and she was sure she'd told him this at least a dozen times. "Vanessa goes in Tuesdays and Thursdays and I have to be there by 5 to watch her kid 'cause her husband's a lawyer and is hardly ever around."

There was a lot more to it than that, but Polly knew there was no reason to explain it in detail to Victor because next Tuesday she'd be explaining it all over again. She didn't mind, though, as being friendly to the old driver meant not waiting for the later bus.

"Babysitting?" Victor asked with the same surprised tone he always used. "As a college girl?"

"Well, not for long, I hope," Polly told him. When Victor asked if she was moving on to something bigger and better, she said, "I'm hoping."

She didn't explain for two reasons. First, Victor wouldn't remember, duh. Second, it would make her sound manipulative. Knowing Polly's luck, that would be the one thing Victor would never forget about her.

They got to the transfer station, and Polly had enough time to get a coffee and pastry before catching her transfer. Less than 20 minutes later, she was using her key at the back door of the Benton's home to let herself in. She didn't know whether or not "Itty Bitty Benton", as she called the toddler sometimes, was asleep or up and about being a hellion.

Ever mindful of the old saying about never walking a sleeping child, Polly wandered quietly about the house until she found Vanessa in the hallway near the nursery, looking in on the couple's peacefully sleeping toddler.

The 19 year old college girl had to suppress a hungry growl as she looked the young mother over. She stepped closer, smiling, softly telling the half a dozen years older woman, "I hope when I'm a mom I look half as good as you do."

Polly had made such comments about her boss's incredible beauty before, so this wasn't unusual, of course. If her employer had known that Polly "liked" other women in that "special way", Vanessa might have thought that she was getting hit on. Polly had always been sure to let such comments stop just short of sounding seductive and suggestive.

That was going to change tonight, though.

Vanessa reminded Polly that Eric would be working until almost midnight and that her own art showing wouldn't be over until after 11pm. As had happened often in the past, Vanessa would arrive home just minutes before her husband.

The woman of the house made her departure, and only then (when the kid wouldn't actually see his mother leaving, always a crushing scene) did Polly get Itty Bitty up from his nap. They played with toys and watched Disney, ate dinner and had ice cream. When she could, Polly snuck in some phone calls to friends and traded some texts.

Bedtime for the kid finally arrived, and after reading him Dr. Seuss's "Fox in Sox" not once but twice, the toddler was finally ready to close his eyes for good. Polly finally began preparing her ploy to become the live-in nanny for the Benton family. She jumped in to complete all of her normal duties and much more. After that, Polly got in a shower and shaved as appropriate from her arm pits to her ankles, including "you know where".

When Vanessa returned, there was no way she would miss seeing the extra work the teen had put in. And like Polly arriving that afternoon, the older woman would likely wander about the house quietly, not wanting to awake Itty Bitty by calling out.

Whether or not Vanessa would be surprised by all the hard work, she was certainly going to be surprised when she wandered down the hall and found Polly asleep in the guest bedroom. The teen pretended at first not to hear Vanessa and simply laid there for a long moment, letting her boss get a gander at her as she laid there on her belly, the blankets pushed down to her thighs revealing her naked body.

Finally, though, Polly rolled her head toward the open door and opened her eyes. She feigned being disoriented and unaware of her "inappropriate" appearance for a moment. Then she scrambled to a sitting position, then off the bed to search for something to put on. Polly knew exactly where her boy shorts and tight fitting, cropped, tank top were, of course, but she acted ignorant of their location on the floor near the bathroom to extend the time she was prancing about like a naked chicken with its head cut off.

"I'm sorry, Vanessa, oh God," she said as she searched and finally began dressing. Even though she made it appear as if she was embarrassed, Polly did very little to hide her firm B-cup breasts, her tight pear shaped ass, or her shaved-smooth-as-a-baby's-butt crotch. "I took a shower and was tired and just laid down for a minute, but, I guess I fell asleep. Itty Bitty's sound asleep, I swear. I checked on him just before I laid down, but I can check on him again."

She ended her excuses, standing before her boss in clothing that was little more than a second skin. Her pert nipples were as obvious through the thin cloth as Vanessa's had been earlier in the day. The boy shorts, which were semi-sheer baby blue lace, did very little to hide the fleshy folds within them.

Still feigning panic, Polly asked meekly, "Am I in trouble, Vanessa. 'Cause I'm really sorry about this, really."

 

[thefungirl]

After speaking briefly with Polly, Vanessa had changed into a sleek, black cocktail dress for her regular Tuesday night "Artist Spotlight" at the gallery and was off in the Uber car she had arranged for earlier. As she sat in the back seat scanning through her messages on her phone, the twenty five year old had a small smile on her face. Her interactions with the babysitter often left her smiling, perhaps because Polly was so friendly and bubbly, or perhaps because being around the 19 year old college girl simply reminded Vanessa of her not so recent college years and the fun she'd had back then. It certainly didn't hurt that the attractive blonde was constantly flattering her, Vanessa admitted to herself. It also didn't hurt that Polly was beautiful and had a smokin little body, she added.

As her thoughts turned to less than professional thoughts about young Polly, Vanessa took a moment to send a suggestive text to her husband, quickly followed by one that one that was less suggestive and more explicit. Her smile faded when she didn't receive a response to either of the messages. Not that she should have been surprised. Lately Eric had been...unresponsive to her flirtations. At first Vanessa had tried to convince herself that he was just overworked and overstressed, but the dry spell between the married couple had drug on too long. There was something else wrong, she'd decided, and the most obvious possibility was that Eric was having an affair. There were at least a half dozen women at his law practice that were viable suspects, but Vanessa's money was on one of the partners. Eric was too ambitious to just sleep with a secretary, no he'd go for someone with money and power, even if she was older and less attractive.

After arriving at the gallery, Vanessa put her personal issues on the back burner so she could focus on the night's event. It wasn't easy to smile and mingle in her current state of mind, but she was practiced at it, and once the champagne started flowing, she found herself less and less concerned with Eric. The event was well attended and when it was finally over, she was quite happy with how it turned out. She said her goodbyes to the featured artist, and thanked her staff and was soon on her way home.

As she slipped quietly into the house via the back door, Vanessa quickly kicked her shoes off, happy to be freed from the high heels. Leaving her clutch and phone on the island in the kitchen, she noticed how clean the room was and decided she might need to give Polly a few extra dollars. As she padded barefoot through the house, it was clear to Vanessa that Polly had done much more than just clean the kitchen. The babysitter was always good about not making a mess and cleaning up toys and things before putting the baby to bed, but this was above and beyond.

She didn't find Polly in the family room, to her surprise and the hall bathroom door had been open, so she wasn't in there either. It occurred to her then that the babysitter might be in Logan's room, but as she moved down the hall to check, Vanessa saw that the guest bedroom door was open. It was there that she finally caught sight of Polly. And what a sight it was. The teenager was asleep in the guest bed and thanks to the white sheet being pulled down to her knees, Vanessa could see that the girl was sleeping in the nude. Laying on her stomach, Polly's long, blonde hair trailed down the center of her back, ending in the small hollow just before the teenager's perfect, pear shaped ass. The twenty five year allowed her gaze to linger on the girl's body, content to just take in the breathtaking sight as her eyes roamed across Polly's lithe form.

She realized she must have made some noise at discovering the sleeping teenager, because a moment later Polly stirred and eventually turned her head, her eyes fluttering open. Even then, with their gazes meeting, Polly didn't immediately move, perhaps still awakening as she lifted herself up, revealing those perfect breasts. Then it seemed to occur to her where she was and who she was with and the babysitter was sitting up and desperately reaching for her clothes. Vanessa knew she should look away and give the teenager some privacy, but she didn't. Even as a smile crept across her face at the adorable way Polly couldn't seem to find her clothes or put them on fast enough, Vanessa watched and soaked in the sight of the blonde's body.

Eventually Polly managed to dress herself, though the clothes she had pulled on in a rush did little to cover her body, Vanessa noticed. And then the girl was stammering an apology, clearly startled and embarrassed to have been caught asleep, let alone nude.

"Of course you aren't in trouble, Polly. I don't blame you for being tired. I still remember what it was like being a college student. You've got to get some rest when you can, wherever you can, right?" the mother of one laughed. "It's probably a good thing it was me who came home first and not Eric though." As much as the sight of the sleeping nude teen had done for Vanessa's libido and mood, the thought of her husband finding the teen like that had quickly brought her back down to earth.

"Thanks for cleaning and folding the laundry, by the way," Vanessa added, making no move to leave the babysitter alone so she could finished getting dressed. "The place looks great. No wonder you were so tired." Their was a twinkle in the twenty five year old's eyes as she stood there facing the young teen, and she couldn't help but start thinking of flirtatious comments she could make. She knew she shouldn't of course. Besides the fact that she was the girl's boss, and she was married, Vanessa was sure there were other reasons not to flirt with Polly, but even so, the idea thrilled her more than a little. Unfortunately, Vanessa had to be content with the idea of flirting, rather than reality as she heard Eric's car pull into the garage a moment later.

"I should go talk to Eric. I'll let you finish getting dressed," Vanessa finally said, giving the teen one last smile before turning away.

 

[PollyWannaCracker]

"Of course you aren't in trouble, Polly. I don't blame you for being tired."​

Polly knew she wouldn't be in trouble for the 'taking a nap' part of what she'd done, of course. She'd laid down for a rest in the past, but those times she'd taken the little love seat in Logan's room so that she would be close to him if he woke up.

It was the 'naked as a jaybird' part of the ploy that Polly had feared might cause a fuss. And yet, Vanessa said nothing about it at all. In fact, the teen was pretty certain that the slightly older woman had been ogling her quite closely the entire time. That, of course, pleased Polly greatly.

"It's probably a good thing it was me who came home first and not Eric though."​

"Oh my god, that would have been so bad!" Polly agreed, even though having Vanessa's husband see her like that might have gotten her nearer her goal as well. Men liked seeing Polly naked, even and sometimes especially 'married with children' types. Still, she finished, "I'm so sorry, Vanessa. I won't let it happen again."

The dark haired beauty thanked the blonde for the extra work she'd put in this night, and on the sound of her husband's arriving car, said:

"I should go talk to Eric. I'll let you finish getting dressed."​

"Thank you, Vanessa, I will," Polly said with a feigned tone of relief that she still had a job.

She thought she caught the woman sneaking one last glance at her well displayed body, but that might have been little more than wishful thinking. She slipped into a sleeveless sweat shirt that fit her loosely, minimizing the upper curves of her womanly shape, then donned an equally loose fitting pair of gym shorts. Checking her shape in the mirror and deciding it was appropriately hidden for the most part, Polly made her way out to the living room where Eric and Vanessa were chatting.

The husband half of the Benton marriage pulled out his ample money clip to rip off the night's babysitting charge, telling Polly, "If you have your things, I'll give you a ride home."

"Actually..." Polly said with a meek and tentative tone. As the pair looked to her, the teen diverted her eyes nervously, acting as though she couldn't meet their gazes. When she looked up, she quietly said, "I have a little situation I wanted to ask you about."

"What is it?" Eric said, his concern sincere. "What's wrong?"

"I, um..." Polly responded, again looking away before finally looking between the two of them. "I was wondering if maybe, just maybe, you wouldn't have a problem with me sleeping over. In the guest room. I sort of..."

"What is it?"

"I sort of got locked out of my apartment," she said, and to ensure they didn't think she only meant that she'd lost her key, Polly added, "permanently."

Polly had once dreamed of becoming an actress, and she was putting on a pretty good show now, including allowing her eyes to glaze over with threatening tears. "My roommate and I had a falling out, and she locked me out. I'm not on the lease, so, I guess she's allowed to do that...? Anyway, I, um, I don't really have a place to stay tonight, what with my folks living all the way up in Portland."

 

[thefungirl]

Vanessa actually regretted stepping out of the room when she did. Maybe it was the champagne she'd hard earlier, or perhaps it was the sexual drought she'd been enduring, but catching Polly sleeping in the nude had been the most arousing thing the twenty five year old had experienced in weeks, if not months and she had wanted to stay in that room with the babysitter. But at the same time, she couldn't stand the thought of Eric coming home and seeing Polly in a state of undress. Besides the fact that her husband would probably act like an ass, Vanessa wanted that moment to herself. She wanted it to be her little secret. Hers and Polly's.

Letting out a long sigh, the brunette made her way to the door where the garage entered into the kitchen so she could cut her husband off and give the babysitter time to finish dressing. Eric offered her a perfunctory "hey honey", but said nothing about the form fitting cocktail dress Vanessa was wearing, nor did he offer any explanation for his late return.

When Polly emerged, Vanessa found herself once again eyeing the teen, despite the baggy clothes she'd donned. She couldn't quite get the images of Polly out of her mind, those perfect breasts, and that tight, firm butt especially. She was still looking for her purse when she saw Eric pull out his money clip. And then he was offering to take Polly home. Fuck!!! Vanessa thought, wishing she had thought to offer first. She didn't want to think about Eric in the car with the babysitter.

"Actually I have a little situation I wanted to ask you about."

Again Eric spoke before Vanessa could.

"I was wondering if maybe, just maybe, you wouldn't have a problem with me
sleeping over. In the guest room. I sort of..."

"What is it?" Vanessa asked, as Eric seemed to lose interest, pulling his phone out to check an incoming text message.

"I sort of got locked out of my apartment, permanently."

Even as Polly began to explain what had happened and why she needed a place to sleep for the night, Vanessa found herself saying yes. The thought of the attractive blonde stripping her clothes back off and sliding back into the bed brought a flush to the twenty five year old's face. And it was also the reason she should have said no. She shouldn't have let her recent sexual frustration make the decision for her. But that was exactly what she did, though after the fact she tried to convince herself that she was simply trying to be nice, simply trying to help out someone in need. And that she would have said yes even if she hadn't walked in to find the blonde naked just a few minutes ago.

"Come on, I'll help you get settled in and make sure you have everything you need for the night," Vanessa said as she ushered Polly back toward the same guest room she had just come from. As she passed her husband, Vanessa grabbed the money from his hand and passed it on to the babysitter. Eric for his part, barely seemed to be aware of the exchange, his eyes glued to the phone.

As they started toward the guest room, Vanessa lifted a hand up to the small of Polly's back, just above the girl's butt. "I'm really glad you felt comfortable enough to ask. I would hate to think of you out there with no place to go."

 

[PollyWannaCracker]

Polly smiled wide at the couple's acceptance of her 'desperate plea', a gush of air escaping her lungs in a sign of deep relief. "Thank you, oh, thank you, both. You don't know how much this means to me."

Vanessa escorted the girl back to the guest room, where she said:

"I'm really glad you felt comfortable enough to ask. I would hate to think of you out there with no place to go."​

The married woman had lifted her hand to the babysitter's back. Polly took the soft, friendly touch as an excuse to turn suddenly and throw her arms around Vanessa's body, pulling her tightly in a hug. It was the first time the two of them had ever made any sort of physical contact.

"Thank you again, Vanessa," Polly said, giving a last tight squeeze before backing away and repeating one more time, "Thank you."

In the bedroom, the girl set her bag on the end of the bed and began emptying it as she explained that she and her roommate had had an argument about their 'relationship'. "I mean, it started out as just friends at school, but then we started dating and then moved in together, but then Rita went to a party and met a girl and slept with her and, I dunno, I guess she likes her more than me and she asked me to move out. I said no, but, well, you know it now: she kicked me out."

Polly had been speaking quickly, rambling somewhat, in an effort to get her lie out before Vanessa had a chance to interrupt, if she felt the need, that was. Never once did Polly use the word 'lesbian' to describe herself, but the simple fact that she'd been 'dating' another girl should have been enough. And that was the one thing that Polly wanted Christine to take away from the monologue, that she was in fact gay. Well, that and the fact that she was single again.

By the time she finished, she'd pretty much taken everything out of the bag, spreading it out and looking to the dresser and closet for ideas on where to put it all. She wanted Vanessa to deduce that Polly had in fact been 'booted out' by the sheer number of clothing items that had been in the big bag: there were two or three of just about everything a girl would need, from pants to skirts, blouses to warmer outer garments, and (the most important thing for Vanessa to see) panties and bras.

It was those last items that were intended to make the lady of the house think. Each of them was sexy in their own right, with the panties and thongs skimpy and sometimes semi-sheer and the bras equally small, sheer, and able to 'frame' Polly's firm B-cups nicely.

She ripped the sweat top off again, revealing the tight fitting sports bra underneath, then looked to Vanessa, saying, "It's late, and I know you need to get back to Eric."

Then, leaning in as if telling a secret, "Don't make too much noise tonight, 'cause I forgot my noise cancellation headphones."

Polly laughed, then began setting aside the few items she needed for sleeping, hygiene, and dressing again in the morning. After that she would put the rest back in her bag. She 'wanted' to put it all in the dresser and closet, but that would have looked like she was planning on asking to stay longer. She 'did' or course, but that was for tomorrow.