Aubrey, The Nanny

“Mr. Weston? Mr. Weston?”

Thomas snapped out of his haze and looked over into the doorway to see Aubrey standing there with her big smile and those mesmerizing blue eyes. It had been a week since Rachel randomly changed her mind about Aubrey, but the kids took to her so well that it was almost like she had always been their nanny. Rachel never did fully explain, other than she had met with Aubrey again for lunch in the city and the next thing Aubrey was hired.

“Hey Aubrey. Sorry, I must’ve gotten sucked into the vortex.”

Aubrey giggled. “I could tell,” she said as she cocked her hips out and hung off the doorframe. “So I was gonna take Lucy and Nathan to the beach and we wanted to know if you wanted to come along?”

Thomas looked back at his laptop. Since having Aubrey around helping out with kids and the chores he had managed his work days better to where he could accomplish a full day’s work in a half a day, not that anyone ever did a full day’s ‘work’ unless they were on a deadline. The problem was, Thomas was on a deadline.

“I’m not sure. This project’s kicking my ass, pardon my French, and...”

Aubrey then rattled off several words in actual French that Thomas didn’t understand except for the word “Weston” a couple of times somewhere in the middle.

“Not sure if I should fire you, thank you, or put in my order for dinner?” Thomas replied.

Aubrey laughed again. “What I said was that you need to get up and stretch your legs. I overheard Mrs. Weston tell you the other day to not get sucked into ‘the vortex’ and to get up from time to time. Sedentary life is not good for you. You’ve been in here all morning and only got up for lunch.”

“Oh? And how do you know I’m not in here doing yoga or jumping jacks every thirty minutes?”

Aubrey then gave him a disapproving but knowing look. He knew that look. It was the look most women give men when they knew they were lying out their ass.

“Come on. You live on the beach now. Why not enjoy it?”

Thomas stopped and took her in for a moment. Even with a disapproving look she was cute. It also didn’t help that she was standing there in a pair of short cut-off shorts that showed off those long legs of hers and she had already changed for the beach based off the form-fitting halter-style swimsuit that covered the top of her body.

“Okay. Give me thirty minutes to wrap this up and I’ll join you guys.”

“Great!” she said with a smile. “I’ll tell Lucy and Nathan. They’ll be excited. Remember, thirty minutes mister.”

Thomas had to admit Aubrey was right. He needed a break and some sun, and while it was nice to have Aubrey, he had fallen into the trap of getting sucked into work and seeing the kids less.

As he sat there staring at his kids, watching them expand their sand castle empire, Aubrey plopped down next to him and reached for the bottle of sunblock.

“Mr. Weston, do you mind? I had Lucy and Nathan help put lotion on my back earlier, but I’m not quite sure they got everything.”

Thomas chuckled. “Been there. They’re great little helpers, but maybe not the most thorough.”

Squirting out a bit of lotion into his palm, warmed by being out in the sun, Thomas rubbed a bit between his hands before he reached over to Aubrey’s exposed back. Her skin was warm, smooth, and silky soft under his fingertips and he could already see some of the splotchy red areas the kids had missed. He tried to focus his attention on the task at hand, but when he heard the quiet little moan escape her lips as his fingers traced along the contours of her back his cock twitched in an almost connected response.

“Thank you Thomas.” she replied as she pulled away. “Now it’s your turn.”

“Me? No, I’m good. I’m working on an art piece called ‘Summer Dad Back’,” he said turning his back toward her. “They helped me get it started a few weeks ago when we got here, but it’s a work in progress.”

“Oh no?” Aubrey replied before she started to laugh. “Now I have to help before that gets worse.”

“I don’t know what you’re laughing about. You’re their second canvas.” Thomas replied as he heard her squirt out some sunblock into her hand.

“Wait, what? Is it that bad?” Aubrey said trying to desperately reach behind and touch her back with her free hand.

Now it was Thomas’ turn to laugh. “Nah, I think I might’ve saved you.”

“Aww, my hero.”

Thomas was about to reply when he felt Aubrey’s delicate lotion covered fingers make contact with his back causing him to forget his words and close his eyes in almost instant relaxation. Her movements were slower than his had been with her fingers gliding across his back and over his shoulders. He was certain the kids had not missed that much of his back, but he also didn’t want it to stop as her fingers began to dig in more than just rub. He could feel his cock beginning to stir again and he did his best to will it back down. He wasn’t much of a baseball guy so he tried his best to recall random art terms and history-- anything dry and non-arousing. He was sailing through dangerous waters and knew it. Aubrey was attractive, almost too attractive, but he wasn’t that guy.

“You definitely needed this. You feel so tense.” Aubrey almost whispered.

“Don’t tell me you were a masseuse in a past life.” Thomas replied.

“I’ve dabbled. Why? Would you like a massage later?” she asked as she continued to rub his shoulders.

“I’ll think about it.” knowing that his answer should be "no" based on how his body and mind were reacting to her touch.

“I hope you don’t mind that I called you ‘Thomas’. I remembered what you said when we first met, but then Mrs. Weston insisted I call you both Mr. and Mrs. Weston.”

“It’s fine… I… it’s just one of those things.”

“If you’d like I can call you ‘Thomas’ when it’s just you and me and when Mrs. Weston or the kids are around, I can call you ‘Mister Weston’?”

Thomas pulled away knowing he needed to get his wits about him. He turned and looked at Aubrey who had a bit of concern on her face. He wondered if she knew they were pushing things a little too far. She was younger than him, but by no means some naive young girl. All of his interactions with her thus far had been playful or light, nothing to suggest she had some ulterior motive or intention, but he needed to keep things professional.

“You don’t have to do that Aubrey. Yes, I’m not a fan of ‘Mister Weston’, but trying to juggle two names for me might become problematic and I wouldn’t want you to have that pressure or get in trouble for something random like that.”

“It’s no trouble at all. Plus, it’s my job to make you feel comfortable and at ease. As the ‘Forever Hearts’ motto goes, ‘our nannies are here to make you and your family’s life better’ and that’s all I want.”

“I know, but if you slip up…”

“I won’t slip… and if I do then I will take the blame with Mrs. Weston. Remember, I’m a professional.” she said with a smile and her chin held high.

“Fine,” but Thomas knew it wasn’t fine. He should’ve pushed back, if anything for the sake of the kids. If Aubrey slipped he knew they would be devastated if Rachel had to send her away. Not to mention the questions Rachel would obviously have for him as to why Aubrey thought it was okay to be calling him ‘Thomas’.

“Good. It’ll be our little secret.”