I head back to my study, but I already know I won’t be getting much work done. In fact, I don’t even open up my laptop. The truth is, I’m completely taken in by Penny. I couldn’t help it. The second I saw her there on my doorstep, a sweet little thing with her angelic eyes and the biggest tits I’ve ever seen on someone so small, I wanted her. She’s shorter by quite a bit, a tiny thing, though she’s got fantastic curves. I need a woman with curves I could grab onto while I drive my cock deep into her, pulling her towards me, fingers tightening around her hips… Luckily, I’m not some horny teenager who can’t keep his dick in his pants. Experience saved me from that embarrassment at least. But I definitely waited until she got up and turned around before I followed behind her into the kitchen. How this woman managed to set me on edge in less than twenty minutes is baffling.
This is bad shit, I think to myself. I can’t fall for a sweet little babysitter. I couldn’t. I’d be an embarrassment in my community. And with the company trying to expand internationally, the last thing I need was the whiff of scandal or impropriety hanging around it. Nobody would want to do business with me.
No. Penny is off limits.
I resolutely open up my laptop, and pull up Excel, but that’s about as far as I get. My thoughts are still on her, the image of her perfectly round ass in that prim little skirt swaying in front of me. I want to push that skirt up over her hips, take that sweet young pussy over my desk, hands tightening in that long hair as I release inside of her. Take a taste of the porcelain skin as she clamps down on my shaft and cums all over me.
I stand up onto my feet so quickly that I almost knock my chair over.
“Stop this,” I mutter. “It’s ridiculous to even think it.”
But she’s 11 years younger than me, how would it ever work? We are at completely different phases in our lives. She hasn’t even explored who she wants to be, while I’ve set the course I want to be on for the rest of my life. It would be a disaster.
The intensity of my feelings is throwing me off. I begin to pace the length of the room, trying to work off this restless energy. I wasn’t completely celibate after Jasmine and I divorced. A man has needs after all. But I wasn’t out sowing my oats. I had two daughters, and most of my focus was on my fledgling business. But there were women I was set up with, nice women my age, in respectable careers, who would have made potential good mothers. Most of them fizzled out, because I couldn’t see myself with them long term.
Not that I see myself marrying Penny. But for once, I’m tempted to just forget about doing the right thing when it comes to her. I could see the blush on her face when she saw me. There’s attraction here, and I want to see where it goes for once without thinking about whether or not she’d fit into my life. It’s a tempting thought. But if that was the case, it would be best if I got a new nanny for the girls, that way if things didn’t work out, they won’t be so attached. Quickly I typed out an email to the agency that I used last time. They were able to find one within two weeks, so I hope they can do the same this time.
I hear the pitter patter of feet going upstairs and decide to run off some energy. That’ll hopefully help with the semi hard I have just from thinking about Penny. I open the study door. They must be showing Penny the play room. I had a custom mini chalkboard made up so that they could play school. I figured it would ease the sting of going to kindergarten and moving for Amanda. She absolutely loves it, and wants to play every day, and from what I can hear, Penny’s joining in. Already I like her more than our old nanny. She might have been efficient, but she never played pretend with Amanda.
I quietly head up the stairs and make a right into the master bedroom to change into something easier to run in. Everything in the house was decorated for me, so I can’t say I hate it, but I haven’t gotten around to personalizing the space whatsoever. There are still a few boxes around from when we moved in at the end of August. Back when I first heard that Andrea was going on a book tour and I would be in charge of the girls, I decided to purchase this place. It had a great school district, it had more space than a downtown bachelor pad, and most importantly, it was good for a family. I was determined to make sure that they would enjoy living here, hopefully enough that they would enjoy coming back for visits. Our custody was supposed to have been split evenly, but both Andrea and I agreed that with the amount of work I was doing, it was better to just have the girls visit me on the weekends. Slowly as work took over, they came over less and less, until it was just the holidays. I’m still making up for it to this day, but there’s no point in making so much money in my business if it didn’t get me the one thing that mattered: family. So I spent a fortune to purchase this house, with the hope that it would be a fresh start.
After I throw on a t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts, I leave the master bedroom and check on the girls. Just as I thought, they were in the playroom. It was the smallest bedroom in the house, but it had a beautiful picture window that overlooked the back yard. I could see Amanda at the chalkboard, drawing out her letters as Penny sat, scrunched, into the small plastic chair meant for kids. The way the sun hit her face made her glow, her bee stung lips pink and rosy. Those are the kind of lips I’d fantasize about having wrapped around my cock, or opened wide in a breathy moan as I sink into her pussy. Her breasts were large, stretching the buttons in her blouse with each breath just enough for me to imagine more. Her shapely legs were tucked to her side, her hands resting on her lap. She looked demure and innocent despite the sexiness of her body, and it made me have second thoughts. Should I really be destroying that purity? The dad lusting after the babysitter is a cliché I never thought I’d entertain.
Best leave before I’m caught ogling from outside the door. I back up and head down the stairs, then down again to the basement. High windows along the wall make the space seem lighter than it truly is, and I’ve got a small gym set up on the far side. The first thing I do are some lunges and squats. While I don’t go outside as often as I used to, I do like to keep in shape so that I’m able to enjoy the few times I do get out. And hopefully once we’ve finished our expansion, I can finally sit back a little and enjoy the fruits of my labor. The girls, especially Amelia, are getting old enough that they can go on some trips with me, hopefully instill in them some of the love for the outdoors that I have. Maybe then they could understand why I work as hard as I do.
After that is a quick routine to hit all of the major muscle groups, including burpees, tricep dips, plank, and the rowing machine. Next I jump onto the treadmill, and increase the incline so that by the end of twenty minutes, not only am I sweating, but I’m too exhausted to even think about screwing Penny for the next few hours. I head upstairs to take a shower.
The girls and Penny are back in the living room when I finish.
“Hey,” I say, “how’s it going?”
“Penny’s the best,” Amanda says, beaming.
“Great. I was wondering if anyone wants to go and get some frozen yogurt to celebrate?” I keep my gaze on my daughters.
“Yes!” my youngest screams, pumping her hands up and down.
“Sure,” Penny says with a smile. “I love froyo.”
I turn to my oldest.
“Whatever,” she says, crossing her arms.
Better than refusing.
We grab jackets for the girls, and pile into the car. It’s only a short drive away. They decided to create a new mini shopping district, and one of the first places to open was Fruity Yogurt, a local business. Since it’s a weekend, there are already two other families gathered together eating. I help Amanda with her cup, mostly because if she had her choice, she would go for the biggest she could. Out of the corner of my eye I see that Penny has chosen two flavors, peanut butter and chocolate.
“Get cookies and cream, daddy,” Amanda advises. “That way I can have some too.”
“Of course,” I say with a laugh.
The two of us walk over to the toppings station where an assortment of fruit, candy, and cereals have been laid out.
“There’s no mochi!” Penny says.
“Right?” Amelia says, vindicated. “They don’t have popping boba either! And they call themselves a froyo place.”
“It is quite a shame,” she agrees.
Amelia shoots me an accusing glare.
“The place by our old house had mochi, and popping boba.”
“And pocky,” Amanda chimes in sadly.
“Penny knows what I’m talking about,” Amelia says, turning to her babysitter. “Did you know that dad hasn’t ever had froyo before?”
She says it as though I’d been living under a rock. She’s not really wrong.
“Everything was better at our old house,” she concludes.
Here we go again. It seemed that no matter what, every conversation with Amelia would lead back to this. Nothing here at the new house could compare with the old house. I understood it of course, but it’s frustrating to hear that no matter what you do, it couldn’t be appreciated because it wasn’t the old house. Not that Amelia could understand the reasons for being living here instead of her old house, not the least because her mother was no longer there. I’d like to make the trip more often, but with almost an hour and a half commute to get to where they used to live, it just wasn’t always practical.
Penny’s eyes dart between the two daughters.
“Well, there are still some pretty good things here,” she says, pointing towards one of the little trays. “Like cut up mango and pineapple. It’s usually rare for these places to have so much fresh fruit. Why don’t we try some of that with the syrup Amelia? It could be like a tropical slush.”
“I’ve never
Thank god for Penny. She turned around what could have been another disaster. I watch as she talks with my older daughter. Amelia is actually smiling. What the hell? How is she able to get through to her when I’m her father? All I’ve gotten are glares and attitude, and yet Penny and she are getting along as though they’ve been friends for years. I don’t get it.
Still, it is nice to see my daughter’s beautiful smile again. Even if it’s not for me. Maybe having Penny around will finally crack Amelia’s icy exterior and I can have my baby daughter back.