The Working Girl Part One - Sex Stories

The Working Girl Part One

... entered my senior year of high school quite a bit poorer than the previous year and I needed a job. With all my social skills, and the fact that I'd attended a finishing school in England I got a job as a nanny. The mother would deal with the kids in the mornings, and after school I was in charge until bedtime, plus it gave me time to study when they were napping. Once school let out, I could put in more hours and have a nice sum stashed away so my student loans wouldn't be that bad for my freshman year. I loved my job, and I loved the kids, but Lee Cooper was a problem. He was their father, and he was just incredibly gorgeous. I wet my panties every time I saw him just about, and as I has my own room with bath, I did a hell of a lot of masturbating thinking about him. However, it was obvious that he and his wife Claire weren't getting along. She was nice as could be to me, and loved her kids very much, but her husband who worked his butt off to provide them with everything was somehow an asshole? He was nice to her, loved his kids as well, and never fooled around. He did put in a lot of hours, but the man was the president and CEO of a financial firm that made millions. He always made it home to kiss his kids goodnight, there was always time to play with the kids, etc. She just didn't seem to care. One day on my day off, I was going to spend a few dollars on some shoes, and I'd carefully figured it out so I wouldn't waste too much of my cash. It was Nordstrom's annual shoes ...

... sale, and I was ready for it. it was crowded, but I'd gotten two pairs I wanted at less than I'd hoped to pay! Win for me! Go me! With about twenty dollars left over from my shoe fund, I deserved a treat, and a big gooey dessert from one of the fancy downtown hotels beckoned. While enjoying my 37,000 calorie bliss, I heard a familiar voice. "What's a nice girl like you doing in a dump like this?" It was Lee. "Hello, sir. It's nice to see you. I was just enjoying my day out and got some shoes at a great price." Inwardly I chided myself, I was a professional, and I'd said too much. His smile lit up the room. "You're off the clock, you don't have to be so formal, you know." "I'm supposed to be." "Well, I pay your salary, so I make the rules, no formality. Did you get a killer deal and did you have to beat up any other shoppers to get it?" he asked with a grin. I couldn't help but laugh as the annual sale had produced some epic battles over the years. "No, no," I said giggling,"I didn't have to cut anyone, but this one girl looked like she wanted the red heels and I would have taken her down if I'd had to." He laughed out loud at that. It was a pleasant sound to hear as I didn't hear it at the house that often. "Well, I'll tell you what, I'm taking a rare long lunch, let me order up one of whatever you're having and we'll talk about your war in the trenches of Nordy's. And I'll pick up yours, I know you're saving for school." "Thank you." I said, somewhat shyly, after all he was ...