Naughty Nanny Series-Free Loving

Travis couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. He must still be asleep, having one of the most erotic dreams ever. He rubbed his eyes, hard, but the vision remained the same. Yesterday, he had suspected Free was hiding one hell of a body underneath those loose clothes, but the reality was something that knocked him flat on his ass. In a word, she was simply stunning. Her dark cocoa skin glowed in the dawn’s early light, her body flowed with soft curves, full and feminine. Her breasts were all natural, high and full, kissed with dark raisin nipples that made his mouth water imagining their taste. She was neither short nor tall, but she was the farthest thing from average imaginable.

“Ah hell, she’s perfect,” he whispered harshly to his empty room, his hand fisting his aching cock.

He couldn’t look away as she bent and stretched, going through what appeared to be her morning yoga exercises. She had a full, round ass, tapering down to gracefully formed thighs. She was blissfully unaware anyone was watching as she stood and stretched, reaching toward the sky with her hands. Travis’s hand stroked faster, working his shaft from base to tip using his own precum as lubricant.

There was no way he could stay away from her, not after seeing what was before him now.

Then she turned. Her eyes went straight to the sliding door where he stood, watching her. Bare as the day he was born, masturbating to her early morning ritual.

Run! his mind screamed. Cover yourself, drop your damn hand, do something!

But he didn’t. He didn’t stop the movement of his hand, didn’t attempt to cover himself, he didn’t move at all.

Neither did she. Her stunned eyes went from his face to the rod in his hand and stayed there. Damned if she didn’t lick her lips as he defiantly stroked off as she watched. His skin burned hotter, his movements speeding up. His eyes moved from her face down the contours of her figure stopping at the juncture between her thighs. Oh, shit, she was completely bare! Her puffy labia open to his gaze. He could have sworn there was moisture coating the slit, but it could have been a trick of light or his fevered imagination. Oh, how he wished it was her walls surrounded his pulsating cock instead of his fist. He could almost feel her warm quim welcoming him inside, sucking him in.

With a muted cry, Travis exploded, his seed gushing in a wild rush.

Shit! What had he done?