Part 2

Nancy woke up bright and early, excited to start the new day. Her first decision of the day was what to wear. She rummaged through her closet and drawers before finding the perfect outfit.

Nancy knew it would be a warm day and chose an outfit to fit the weather. A tight white tank top and short denim shorts. She decided to go without a bra this morning.

Before leaving her room she threw an article of clothing into her bag along with a form she had printed off the school’s website.

Nancy bounded for the front door, “I’m off for Mr. Johnson’s,” she called out to her parents, intentionally avoiding them in case they didn't approve of her attire.

Mr. Johnson opened his front door when Nancy arrived and he appeared to be just as happy to see her as she was to see him.

“Good morning, Mr. Johnson!” Nancy said cheerfully.

“Good morning, dear. Please come in.”

“I will get breakfast started. You just sit back and relax. I will take care of everything,” Nancy said as she entered the residence.

Mr. Johnson followed her with his eyes as she passed by him. He first noticed her tight tank top which outlined the shape of her breasts perfectly and the small nubs of her nipples, revealing her lack of a bra.

Then he turned to watch her head towards the kitchen. Her ass cheeks peaking out from the bottom of her shorts.

‘It’s going to be a very good day,’ Mr. Johnson thought to himself as he smiled inwardly.

Mr. Johnson took a seat at the kitchen table, knowing this would give him the best view of Nancy as she moved about the kitchen while making them breakfast.

Nancy would occasionally glance up at Mr. Johnson while busily preparing breakfast. She found him watching her as she worked. Not in a creepy way. He had more of an adoration look on his face, clearly appreciative of Nancy’s efforts. She enjoyed his attention, beaming a smile at him every time they made eye contact.

Once breakfast was prepared, Nancy opened the morning pill container and brought Mr. Johnson his three morning pills along with his plate of food. She stood over him as he popped the pills in his mouth before returning to the kitchen to grab her own plate of food.

They chatted as they ate and Nancy’s eyes kept being drawn to the unfinished puzzle on the table. The colorful pieces scattered across the table as Nancy tried to imagine what the finished image might be.

“I spoke to my doctor this morning,” Mr. Johnson said, immediately catching Nancy’s attention with concern.

“I told him that I was having issues with dry skin and he recommended a daily regime of applying moisturise to my skin.”

“Yes, that is a good idea,” Nancy added.

“Do you think that is something you can help me with?” Mr. Johnson asked.

“Absolutely,” Nancy responded, “We can start this morning, right after breakfast.”

After breakfast, Nancy and Mr. Johnson headed to Mr. Johnson‘s bedroom to begin his new daily treatment.

“Get comfortable and I will try to find something to use,” Nancy said.

“There should be a bottle of lotion under the bathroom sink. It was Mrs. Johnson’s,” he told her.

Mr. Johnson stripped down to his underwear while watching Nancy bend over in the master bathroom. Her ass cheeks pushing further out of her shorts as she searched for the lotion.

“I found it!” Nancy announced as Mr. Johnson climbed onto his bed, face down.

Nancy returned to the bedroom holding a large pump bottle of moisturizer. She sat it on the bedside table and then pumped some lotion into her hand. “Are you ready?” she asked.

“Yes,” responded Mr. Johnson.

Nancy rubbed the lotion into Mr. Johnson’s back as he lay there motionless. She enjoyed rubbing his soft flesh and knew this act was more intimate than she’d originally thought. She then moved to his legs and rubbed her hand up and down the back of his calves and thighs.

Nancy found herself hurrying through the process as she was eager to have him roll over. She wondered if her actions were having an effect on Mr. Johnson and what she might see when he rolled over.

“All done,” Nancy announced. “Would you like me to do the front, too?”

“Yes, please,” Mr. Johnson said as he started rolling over.

Nancy’s eyes went straight to Mr. Johnson’s underwear-covered crotch. She was hoping to see a reaction, but sadly found none. She made up her mind that she was going to do whatever it took to excite Mr. Johnson.

Nancy started on his arms. First leaning over him, allowing her braless tits to rub back and forth across his bare chest, checking constantly for any moment in Mr. Johnson’s underwear, but finding none.

Then she lathered up his other arm. When she was completed she placed his arm further out from his body so his hand was resting off the edge of the bed. Then she got started on his chest.

Nancy sidestepped to the right, bringing Mr. Johnson’s hand in direct contact with her ass. She pretended not to notice as she wiggled her ass back and forth while rubbing Mr. Johnson’s masculine chest.

Mr. Johnson was acutely aware of where his hand was and applied a little bit of pressure to Nancy’s ass as it moved from side to side.

Then Nancy moved her hands down to Mr. Johnson’s stomach. She leaned over further to reach, pressing her ass harder into Mr. Johnson’s hand.

Nancy rubbed the exposed flesh just above Mr. Johnson’s waistband. She considered pushing her fingers under his waistband just to get the chance to feel the cause of Mr. Johnson’s bulging underwear, but ultimately decided against it.

Once Mr. Johnson‘s upper torso was completely covered in lotion, Nancy had to move down to his legs. She was slightly disappointed when she had to step away from the warmth of Mr. Johnson’s hand on her ass but continued to work diligently.

She started at his feet and managed to rub lotion into them without tickling him. Then she moved across his ankles and lower legs quickly, in order to reach his thighs.

Nancy rubbed his upper thighs seductively, watching his crotch for signs of appreciation and encouragement. Seeing none, she upped the ante.

She moved her hands into his inner thighs and slowly moved them upwards. Her fingers pressed up into Mr. Johnson’s scrotum and rubbed it back and forth as if it were accidental while rubbing his thighs.

Mr. Johnson let out a barely audible moan but his bulge did not move an inch. Feeling disappointed and defeated, Nancy sat up and told Mr. Johnson that she was done.

Mr Johnson lifted his head to thank her. He was pleasantly surprised to see that Nancy’s nipples were hard and straining against the thin fabric of her tank top. She was clearly enjoying applying Mr. Johnson’s treatment as much as he was receiving it.

“You stay and relax while I get lunch ready,” Nancy told him as she exited the room.

Mr. Johnson had no intention of spending a moment away from Nancy. He climbed out of bed and threw on his flannel robe. He didn't bother to tie it shut and he appeared in the kitchen a moment later.

“Oh, hello,” Nancy said a bit startled when she saw Mr. Johnson.

Nancy had been deep in her own thoughts and wondered what she would have done if Mr. Johnson‘s cock had reacted to her treatment. Mr. Johnson appeared before she could answer her own thoughts.

“Have a seat while I get your lunch ready,” Nancy told him kindly.

Mr. Johnson sat at the table and tried to make himself busy with the puzzle but found most of his attention was on Nancy as she made them lunch.

“Don't finish the puzzle without me,” Nancy called out, knowing the puzzle was far from completion.

A few minutes later Nancy approached the table holding two plates out in front of her. Mr. Johnson looked at Nancy’s alluring breasts and protruding nipples and said, “Looks delicious. I can't wait to taste them, umm, it.”

Nancy smiled, setting down the plates, not catching Mr. Johnson’s Freudian slip. As she sat eating her lunch, she pondered the puzzle and scanned the loose pieces, looking for one that might fit.

The two of them had just finished eating when Nancy thought she spotted one. She jump up out of her seat and ran around the table towards Mr. Johnson. When she reached him, she leaned over the table to grab the piece and tried to put it in place.

When the piece didn’t fit she was instantly disappointed and plopped down in Mr. Johnson’s lap without even thinking.

“Darn it. I thought I had it,” grumbled Nancy.

“It’s okay. Keep trying,” encouraged Mr. Johnson as he rubbed Nancy’s back.

Nancy reached for another piece. This one was much closer, allowing Nancy to stay in Mr. Johnson’s lap, lifting up just slightly before resting back down. She put the puzzle piece in place and found that it fit.

“Yay!” Nancy yelped bouncing up and down on Mr. Johnson’s lap in celebration.

The two of them continued working on the puzzle as Nancy sat in Mr. Johnson’s lap. Occasionally, Mr. Johnson would reach for a puzzle piece that was across from Nancy, causing his arm to glide along Nancy’s breast as he reached for the piece.

Other times he would have to reach the top of the puzzle and had to lift himself out of his chair, pressing up into Nancy with his crotch. Nancy continued to bounce on Mr. Johnson’s lap every time she placed a puzzle piece in the correct location.

After several puzzle pieces had been placed into the puzzle, Nancy leaned back into Mr. Johnson to look at the image it was creating. The vibrant colors had begun to take shape.

“Oh!” Nancy squealed, “They’re flowers!”

“That’s right! They are!” Mr. Johnson agreed as he wrapped his arms around Nancy and gave her a warm hug, “We make a great team.”

“We will make all the pieces fit together, right where they belong,” Nancy said as she wrapped her arms around Mr. Johnson’s, squeezing them tighter, pressing them upwards into the bottom of her tits.

“With your youth and my experience, we can make anything possible.”

“Just because the puzzle has gotten a little older doesn't make it any less useful or enjoyable,” Nancy added with a bit of a double innuendo.

The two of them had been working on the puzzle for several hours when Nancy felt Mr. Johnson’s stomach grumble behind her.

“Oh my gosh! Look at the time. Let me go make dinner while you work on the puzzle or go watch TV,” Nancy said as she rose to her feet.

“I’ll go catch up on the evening news if that's okay,” Mr. Johnson said. “Don't make anything too fancy.”

“We have enough leftovers from last night that I can heat up. How does that sound?”

“Sounds perfect,” Mr. Johnson replied.

“Dinner is ready,” Nancy announced several minutes later.

Mr. Johnson returned to the table to find a hot plate of food and his medication waiting for him.

After dinner, Nancy told Mr. Johnson that she would go draw his bath. She filled the tub with bubbles again and told Mr. Johnson that his bath was ready.

As Nancy gave Mr. Johnson his privacy to get into the bath, she ran to her grab her bag and brought it to his bedroom. She then stripped naked in his room. An innocent act but still excited her all the same.

She then pulled out her black bikini and attached it to her body. Her bikini was very risque. It contained very little fabric and left very little to the imagination. She bought it last year because she thought she looked very sexy in it but she never had the courage to wear it since buying it.

She looked at herself in the mirror and couldn't believe she was daring enough to wear it now. She was just about to change her mind and get dressed again when Mr. Johnson called out, “I’m ready!”

Nancy steadied her nerves and approached the bathroom door. She opened it just enough to poke her head around the opening.

“Ready?” she asked.

“Yes,” Mr. Johnson replied.

“And no splashing this time?”

“I’ll do my best,” he chuckled, “But I make no promises.”

“That’s why I came prepared,” Nancy responded as she pushed the door all the way open.

Mr. Johnson’s jaw dropped when he saw Nancy in her skimpy bikini. Nancy blushed slightly when she saw Mr. Johnson’s reaction, but entered the bathroom with confidence.

“It’s not too much, I hope,” Nancy said sheepishly.

“No, it’s not too much. It’s not too little either,” Mr. Johnson added. “It’s just right.”

“Thank you,” Nancy beamed as she kneeled next to the tub.

She soaked the washcloth in the tub and then added body wash. After cleaning Mr. Johnson’s back, he reached back to take the washcloth from her.

“That's okay. I don't mind continuing to do the rest,” Nancy responded.

Mr. Johnson didn't respond; he simply lowered his hand and smiled at Nancy.

Nancy turned her attention to Mr. Johnson’s chest. She scrubbed his chest above the waterline before proceeding below the water to wash his stomach.

She ventured as far south as her nerves would let her, concerned that she might touch Mr. Johnson inappropriately. After cleaning his stomach, Nancy turned her body away from Mr. Johnson’s head and reached down to grab his feet.

This was the first time that Mr. Johnson saw the back of Nancy’s bikini. Her ass was completely uncovered with only a G-string running up the crack of her ass to hold her bikini bottoms in place.

Mr. Johnson was tempted to reach up and grab her ass but knew that he wouldn’t have a good excuse for doing such a thing, so he settled on just enjoying the view instead.

As Nancy washed Mr. Johnson’s feet, she felt them twitch from being tickled slightly but he didn't jerk them away. Nancy held on to his ankles tightly just in case.

Once his feet were done, she placed them back into the water and started running the washcloth up his legs. She bent over the tub giving Mr. Johnson an eyeful of her barely contained tits as they hung down in front of her.

Nancy was focused on the job at hand, barely paying attention to where Mr. Johnson’s attention was focused. She ran her hand up one of his legs, all the way up his thigh. Then she moved back down his leg and switched to his other leg.

She had to lean over further to reach his other leg while trying to maintain her balance. She ran her hand up his leg and when she reached his thigh, she felt it.

Mr. Johnson’s cock was resting across his thigh and Nancy’s hand ran right across it as she cleaned. Nancy was surprised by this, throwing her off her balance.

She started to fall forward into the tub when Mr. Johnson quickly reached up to catch her. His hands went directly to her tits and held them in his hands while supporting Nancy’s weight. Nancy pressed down on Mr. Johnson’s leg to push herself back up, inadvertently gripping his thick cock in the process.

Once Nancy had regained her balance, Mr. Johnson let go of her tits and Nancy released her grip on his cock.

“That was a close one,” Nancy chuckled nervously.

“Yeah, you almost went head first, right into the tub.”

“I think I'm all done now,” Nancy added. “Ready to get out?”

“Yes,” Mr. Johnson replied, “I’ll wait until you leave.”

“Umm. I don't think I should leave.”

Mr. Johnson looked at her questionably.

“Remember what happened last time?” Nancy clarified, “I think I better help you out, so you don't slip and fall again.”

“Well, you do have a good point. That's fine with me, as long as you don't mind.”

“Why would I mind?” Nancy asked, trying to sound professional and reduce the awkwardness of what was about to come.

“Okay,” said Mr. Johnson as he reached out for Nancy’s grasp.

Nancy grabbed his arms and helped him to his feet. Nancy did her best not to react or stare at Mr. Johnson’s cock as he lifted out of the water, but failed miserably.

Nancy saw Mr. Johnson’s cock come into view as he stood. His cock was massive and must have hung down at least seven or eight inches. Nancy was impressed by this alone but it was the thickness that really caught her off guard.

Mr. Johnson’s cock had to be about three inches in diameter. Nancy couldn’t help but stare at Mr. Johnson's cock as water flowed down his body and dripped from his cock like a fire hose that had just been turned off.

Mr. Johnson just stood there, silently and motionless. He figured it was best to let Nancy get a good view at his python, in order to get the awkwardness out of the way quickly.

Nancy finally snapped out of her trance and looked up at Mr. Johnson. “Okay. Ready to step out?”

Mr. Johnson nodded and placed his hands on Nancy’s shoulders. She grabbed his waist as he lifted his leg to step out of the tub. Nancy looked down to see where he was placing his feet but instead found herself looking at his cock again.

Mr. Johnson set his foot on the bathroom floor and then lifted his other leg to step out. He leaned his body forward and fell into Nancy slightly.

The momentum of Mr. Johnson lunging forward caused his long cock to swing forward and slapped Nancy right between her legs. Nancy jumped slightly at the sensation.

“Let’s get you dried off,” Nancy said as she turned away from Mr. Johnson and bent over to pick a towel up off the ground.

Nancy’s round, bare ass came into Mr. Johnson’s view again. He so wanted to reach out and touch it but fought back the urge again.

As Nancy straightened up, just noticed that the crotch of her bikini was damp. She couldn't decide if it was damp from Mr. Johnson’s wet cock slapping her or if it had become wet from her own juices. She paused to contemplate this and decided that it was probably a combination of both.

Nancy then reached up with the towel and started drying Mr. Johnson‘s shoulders and chest. She then worked her way down his stomach and then quickly moved to his cock.

Nancy tried to keep her composure and treat this as if it was just like any other mundane task but her heart was racing a million miles a minute, and she could feel the wet patch between her legs growing.

She brushed the towel across his cock, stroking it up and down a few times. Then she wrapped the towel around his cock and gripped it while she stroked the towel up and down again.

Nancy then released his cock with the towel and dropped to her knees to dry his legs. Mr. Johnson’s cock was now at eye level and Nancy couldn't help but give it a close-up look.

That's when she saw it. Mr. Johnson’s scrotum hung behind his large cock. His balls appeared to be just as proportionate in size. Nancy found herself wondering how big of a load Mr. Johnson’s testicles released when he came.

Just as Nancy was lost in her thoughts again, she noticed that Mr. Johnson’s scrotum was still dripping with water. She knew she would have to dry them but his large cock was blocking her from getting to them.

Without giving it too much thought, Nancy grabbed Mr. Johnson's cock and lifted it skyward. She grabbed his sack with the towel and started massaging them dry.

Nancy looked at Mr. Johnson’s cock as it pointed up and imagined that this must be what it looks like when its hard. Nancy looked at the vein that ran up the underside of his cock and had the sudden desire to run her tongue up the underside of his cock.

Nancy removed the towel from Mr. Johnson’s scrotum and gently lowered his cock back into place before she allowed her deviant thoughts to manifest further.

Using the towel with both hands, Nancy ran it up and down each of his legs. When she reached the top of his legs she allowed his cock to rub along the back of her hands as she dried his legs.

Standing back up and moving around behind Mr. Johnson, Nancy started drying his back. Then she moved down to his ass and squeezed his ass cheeks slightly with the towel as she dried them.

Once she was done, she draped the towel over the edge of the tub and gave Mr. Johnson a playful slap on the ass as she said, “You're all done.”

Mr. Johnson jumped slightly from the surprise and playfully said, “Watch it now. You know turnabout is fair play.”

“Oh, really?” Nancy replied jokingly as she gave his other asscheek a slightly stronger slap.

Mr. Johnson spun around and grabbed Nancy’s wrist. She was helpless to fight back. Mr. Johnson was bigger and stronger than Nancy, even in his older age.

“I have half a mind to bend you over my knee and return the favor,” Mr. Johnson said mockingly with an evil grin.

Nancy immediately imagined it in her mind and felt her pussy tingle at the idea. Mr. Johnson saw the look of lust on Nancy’s face but mistook it for fear. He immediately released Nancy’s wrist and apologized profusely., “I’m sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. You know I'd never hurt you. I was just playing around.”

“I know,” Nancy smiled, “I was just thinking about how I'd get my revenge if you did.”

“Oh,” Mr. Johnson was surprised by her response, “I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”

Nancy then grabbed Mr. Johnson’s robe and helped him cover his nude body. She then turned around and bent over the bathtub to open the drain, allowing the water to drain out.

Just then Mr. Johnson slapped Nancy on her exposed ass. Nancy’s body jolted at the sudden assault. She turned her head around to look at my Johnson and reached back to rub the asscheek he had just slapped, “That's not fair. Your hands are much bigger, causing it to sting.”

She then slowly stood back up and turned around, “But I forgive you. I did start it. Besides, I got you twice, and you only got me once,” Nancy laughed as she ran out of the bathroom.

Mr. Johnson gave chase only to watch Nancy throw herself onto the bed and then quickly rolled onto her back, preventing Mr. Johnson from slapping her ass again.

“Don’t worry,” laughed Mr. Johnson, “I’ll get that second one in when you least suspect it.”

Nancy smiled at Mr. Johnson and then realized that he hadn't had a chance to close his robe in all the excitement.

“Did you want me to lay with you again before you fall asleep?” asked Nancy.

“Yes. I'd like that very much.”

Mr. Johnson climbed onto the bed, and Nancy moved to make room. “Oww,” she flinched as she moved.

“What's wrong?” asked Mr. Johnson.

“It still stings a little,” Nancy answered as she rolled into her side, presenting her ass to Mr. Johnson.

“I'm sorry,” he said honestly, “It is a little red.”

Nancy started rubbing her ass cheek to help relieve the pain. She then looked over at the large bottle of moisturizing lotion and had an idea.

“Do you think you can do me a favor?” Nancy asked.

“Of course,” Mr. Johnson replied.

“Do you think you can rub some of that lotion on it? I think that could really help.”

“I’d be happy to,” Mr. Johnson said as he pumped some lotion into his palm.

Nancy rolled onto her stomach and pushed her ass up into the air slightly. She put her arms down at her sides and waited for Mr. Johnson to begin.

Mr. Johnson straddled Nancy’s legs and sat down behind her ass, “Is this okay?” he asked.

“Yes, it's fine.”

Mr. Johnson looked at Nancy’s ass and the thin string that ran up between hercheeks. He couldn't believe that this constituted for swimwear these days and cursed at himself for being born several generations too early.

Gently placing his hands on her asscheeks, he began rubbing the lotion into her skin. He used a gentle touch, barely applying any pressure to her skin at all.

“Harder,” Nancy requested.

Mr. Johnson pressed harder into her supple ass and soft flesh. Her asscheeks started to move with his movements. He rotated his hands in circles enjoying the feeling of her ass gliding across his fingertips.

“Don’t worry, you're not going to hurt me. Do it harder, please,” Nancy begged.

‘How hard does she want it?’ Mr. Johnson wondered. Tired of being too soft, Mr. Johnson decided to be as hard as he possibly could. He spread his fingers wide and squeezed her asscheeks with all his might. Then he started moving his hands back and forth roughly.

‘Surely that will be too rough for her,’ Mr. Johnson thought to himself.

Just then Nancy let out a meek little moan. Mr. Johnson was shocked and continued manhandling Nancy’s ass. He pulled her cheeks left, then right. He pulled them apart and then squished them together.

Nancy just continued letting out small little moans from his rough treatment. It was at that moment that Nancy pushed her hand under her body and brought her fingers to rest against her clit.

She pushed up into her clit and found it to be extremely sensitive. Pleasure coursed through her body as she started slowly rubbing small circles against her clit.

Mr. Johnson pulled Nancy’s asscheeks apart again when something caught his eye. The thin string of Nancy’s swimsuit did very little to hide her tight little ass hole from view when Mr. Johnson spread her cheeks apart.

A sudden thrill filled Mr. Johnson when he discovered this. He continued rubbing Nancy’s cheeks in opposite directions, slowing almost to a stop when her ass hole was in view, before repeating the motions again.

However small the string of her bikini was, it still obstructed his view. Mr. Johnson was determined to see her ass hole in all its glory. He released Nancy’s cheeks and pumped some more lotion into his hand.

When he reached down to grab her asscheeks again, he hooked his thumb into the string and pulled it to the side slightly. This small action went unnoticed by Nancy who was still rubbing her clit, occasionally moving further south to rub her fingers over her inflamed pussy through her bikini bottoms.

Mr. Johnson went back to manipulating Nancy’s ass with the sole purpose of seeing her delicious-looking hole. He stretched her cheeks apart as wide as he could and reveled in the sight before him.

Mr. Johnson was getting extremely turned on now. And his judgment was getting cloudy. He was no longer satisfied with just looking at her ass hole, he wanted to touch it.

Mr. Johnson repositioned his hands, bringing his thumbs close to Nancy’s ass hole. While one thumb held the string out of the way his other thumb lowered right down onto Nancy’s tight anus.

It just so happened that at that moment, Nancy had become tired of touching herself through the fabric of her bikini and had snaked her fingers inside her swimsuit.

Mr. Johnson’s thumb had touched Nancy’s hole at the exact same time that her fingers touched her swollen clit. Nancy let out a louder moan, giving Mr. Johnson all the encouragement he needed to continue his illicit activities.

Mr. Johnson’s thumb rubbed against Nancy’s sensitive backdoor as he moved her ass cheeks, trying to feign that it was just an accidental part of her ass massage.

Suddenly a lightning bolt shot through Nancy’s body originating from her ass. Nancy froze her fingers movement and focused on Mr. Johnson’s actions.

It was undeniable. Mr. Johnson was playing with her ass hole and she was loving it. She put her fingers back in motion and moved them harder and faster, no longer worrying about getting caught.

Mr. Johnson considered pushing his thumb inward, penetrating her virgin ass, but knew he could no longer feign innocence if he crossed that threshold.

Instead, Mr. Johnson did another unspeakable act. He reached into his robe and pulled out his soft cock. Mr. Johnson hated getting old. He knew that if he had been just a little younger his cock would be hard as steel by now.

But just because his cock couldn't get hard anymore, it still felt pleasure. Mr. Johnson gently rested his cock between Nancy’s asscheeks and then spread them wide apart. His cock nestled nicely between her soft buttocks.

Mr. Johnson had moved slowly and gently to prevent raising Nancy’s awareness, however, the weight and heat of Mr. Johnson’s cock were noticed immediately by Nancy.

Mr. Johnson pressed Nancy’s haunches together and started moving them up and down, stroking his cock with them.

Nancy felt Mr. Johnson’s actions and it turned her on even more. She lifted her ass higher off the bed so she could plunge her fingers deep inside her pussy. Her fingers matched Mr. Johnson’s stokes and she imagined his cock sliding in and out of her pussy.

That was all it took to push Nancy over the edge. She came hard on her fingers and stifled a loud moan into Mr. Johnson’s pillow.

Then her body went limp, dropping her ass back down to the bed. Mr. Johnson felt the sudden change in Nancy’s posture and immediately tucked his cock back into his robe. He slowly moved the string back into place and released Nancy’s ass.

“Seems like you're nice and relaxed now,” said Mr. Johnson, breaking the long silence shared between them.

“Mmm hmm,” agreed Nancy, “I don't think I can move.”

Mr. Johnson climbed off of the bed and told Nancy, “Feel free to relax as long as you like. I'm going to go get myself a glass of ice water. Would you like anything?”

“No thank you. I'm quite content at the moment,” she purred.

Mr. Johnson walked out of the room, finally tying his robe shut. He poured himself a large glass of ice water and downed it in one go. He was just about to return to the bedroom when Nancy spoke behind him, “Mr. Johnson?”

He spun around to see Nancy back in the clothes she was originally wearing.

“I need to ask you a favor,” Nancy started.

She pulled out a piece of paper from her bag and handed it to Mr. Johnson, “I need you to sign off on the hours that I am here so I can get extra credits for my classes after the summer.”

Nancy appeared to be upset about something. Mr. Johnson was concerned it was due to the interaction they had just had.

“Of course, I'll sign off your hours. But what’s wrong? You seem upset,” he asked but suddenly wished he hadn't.

“Well, it’s just that I really enjoy spending time with you. I would continue to do this even if I didn't get the extra credits. I just don't want you to think I'm only here because of that.”

Mr. Johnson was suddenly relieved. Nancy was not upset because what had happened. She was upset that she thought Mr. Johnson would think she was taking advantage of him or didn't want to be around him.

Mr. Johnson approached Nancy and embraced her in a hug, “I'm very happy to hear that. I enjoy spending time with you, too! And why shouldn't you get credit for all the hard work you are doing around here? I'll happily sign for your hours.”

Nancy gleamed with happiness. “Thank you, Mr. Johnson,” she said before planting a big kiss on Mr. Johnson’s cheek.

“I should be heading home soon,” Nancy told Mr. Johnson, “But I still have time to lay down with you before bed.”

“Thank you,” said Mr. Johnson, “But that won't be necessary. I'm pretty sure I will fall asleep tonight as soon as my head hits the pillow. Have a good night. I'll see you in the morning.”

With that, Nancy turned for the door and headed home.

To be continued.