Room with a view

Sophie paused at the door of the apartment as Connor unlocked it and pushed it open. She sneaked another glance at his cock. She was convinced he was hard. She wanted him hard.

He held the door open for her and she breezed in, brushing casually against him. Connor headed off to the kitchen with a promise of some crisp Chardonnay, so Sophie headed to the lounge. She was relieved to find it empty. They were going to be alone at last.

Sophie sprawled across one of the large leather sofas that dominated the room and faced the wall length window that filled the room with light and also gave one of the best views across Regents Park. Sophie had fond memories of happy times in this flat with Uncle but Connor had transformed this into something quite exceptional.

Basking in the heat from the sun, Sophie stretched out languidly. Her heart still beat fast and those sordid thoughts were just below the surface but, weighing everything up, she was convinced that this must be the time it finally happened. There was definite interest based on the stolen looks and that hand on her thigh, so high up her thigh, surely must be a sign. Speaking of which, she slipped a sneaky hand under her dress to explore her black lace knickers. No, it was not her imagination, she was hot and wet. Receptive. Like a bitch on heat.

She looked down at herself as she lay there. Her dress was short and had risen up again, leaving little to the imagination but she decided to **** the issue. She reached back for her zipper and started to undo her dress. It was now or never, she had decided. Although Connor had seen her naked when a little girl at the lake, she was going to surprise him, hopefully in a nice way, by letting him find her naked on his sofa. She couldn’t be any more direct. Her chest flushed red and her heart started beating faster at the sheer thought.

Sophie had the zip part way down and was just slipping the dress off one shoulder when she heard a small cough. Whirling her head around in the direction of the sound, she saw Hannah, the children’s nanny standing there. She must have come out of her room just as Sophie started undressing. Sophie blushed. Hannah blushed. It must have been obvious what she was doing but Sophie tried to recover the situation by discreetly slipping her shoulder back into the dress as she proffered an awkward ‘hi’ to Hannah.

Hannah said nothing and there was an awkward silence as Sophie prayed for Connor to hurry up with that Chardonnay. Hannah moved off in the direction of the kitchen and this gave Sophie a chance to straighten her dress as she appraised the nanny.

Hannah was small, pretty and German. Blonde but otherwise very similar to Sophie, a fact that had not gone unnoticed by Sophie, nor Connor’s wife. She had sounded Sophie out about it on occasion, with Sophie never really sure whether she was digging into her past or just suspicious of Connor’s motives for hiring her. “Is he fucking her?”, she had quizzed Sophie before now and, watching the way their eyes met warmly as Connor exited the kitchen, bottle in hand, she wondered herself, “is she fucking him?”.

She felt a pang of jealousy tinged with a realisation that she was no worse than Sophie. Also, as she looked at the little German’s round bottom in her tight leggings and the little breasts barely concealed by the white vest top, she admitted to herself, that she would fuck Hannah herself, given the chance.