Erotic Stories: Isabel Is A Passionate Nanny

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It was supposed to be a regular day. My wife and I had planned to take our child to the park, but at the last minute, my wife suggested we let Isabel, our nanny, have some time to herself.

I was surprised by the suggestion, but I agreed.

Isabel deserved a break, and I knew she would appreciate the gesture. Little did I know that this decision would lead to an afternoon of passionate, unrestrained sex that would change our relationship forever.

As I walked into the house, I called out for Isabel, expecting to see her in her usual attire of jeans and a t-shirt.

But instead, she emerged from the bedroom in a state of undress that took my breath away.

Her slender frame was accentuated by a fire-engine red bra that contrasted against her creamy skin, and a pair of skimpy black lace panties that left little to the imagination. Her dark hair tumbled loosely around her shoulders, and her full lips curved into a mischievous smile as she saw me standing there, frozen in surprise.

"I didn't expect you back so soon," she said, her voice low and husky. "Your wife said you were both going out, so I thought I'd take the opportunity to relax."

I couldn't take my eyes off her half-naked body, my gaze flicking between her perky breasts and the hint of her toned stomach. My heart began to pound with desire, and I felt a familiar stirring in my loins. "It seems I've interrupted your plans," I managed to say, my voice hoarse with arousal.

Isabel took a sensuous step towards me, her hips swaying seductively. "Maybe I was hoping you would interrupt me," she purred. "I've wanted this for a long time, ever since I first saw you."

My breath quickened as she closed the distance between us, her body radiating heat. I could smell her sweet perfume, a mixture of vanilla and musk, and it sent my senses reeling. Without saying a word, I pulled her towards me, my hands sliding over the soft fabric of her bra and down her back, pulling her against me so she could feel the hardness of my desire.

Her lips found mine, and we kissed feverishly, our tongues tangling together in a dance of passion and longing. I could taste the sweetness of her mouth, and a groan escaped my throat as I deepened the kiss, my hands roaming over her body, exploring every curve and contour.

Isabel moaned into my mouth, her hands clutching at my shirt, pulling it upwards until I broke away to discard it, eager to feel skin on skin. Her hands glided over my chest, sending shivers down my spine, and I lifted her, carrying her to the bedroom, unable to wait any longer to have her beneath me.

As I laid her on the bed, I took a moment to admire her beauty, her flushed skin, and heaving breasts. Then, with a growl of desire, I joined her, our bodies merging together as we surrendered to our pent-up lust.

Isabel's hands were soft and delicate, but they knew exactly what they were doing. As she knelt before me, her eyes sparkling with mischief, she slowly undid my belt, her fingers deftly working the buckle free. I felt my breath quicken as she popped the button of my jeans, the sound echoing in the quiet room. With a swift movement, she lowered the zipper, the soft fabric giving way to reveal the bulge that was straining against my boxer briefs.

"Mmm, someone's happy to see me," she purred, her breath hot against my ear as she leaned in close. Her fingers traced the outline of my erection, teasing me through the fabric. "Let's see just how happy you are."

With that, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of my boxer briefs and slowly pulled them down, releasing my throbbing cock. I hissed at the feeling of the cool air on my sensitive flesh, but Isabel's warm hand quickly enveloped me, sending bolts of pleasure through my body.

"You like that, don't you?" she whispered, her voice dripping with seduction. "You like my soft hands on your hard cock."

I nodded, unable to form words as she began to stroke me slowly, her grip firm and confident. Her other hand cupped my heavy balls, rolling them gently between her fingers, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my groin.

"That's it, just relax and enjoy," she murmured, her thumb brushing over the sensitive tip of my cock, collecting the bead of pre-cum that had formed there. "I want you to let go for me."

Her hand moved faster now, her wrist twisting slightly with each stroke, her fingers squeezing just enough to drive me wild. I could feel the pleasure building, a coiling tension in my balls that threatened to explode. Isabel leaned in close, her hot breath tickling the head of my cock as she whispered, "That's it, I want you to cum for me. Shoot your load all over my hand."

Her words sent me over the edge, and with a hoarse cry, I began to cum, my hips bucking as rope after rope of hot cum landed on her hand and wrist. Isabel continued to stroke me through my orgasm, milking me for every last drop, her fingers slick with my release.

As my breathing slowed, she brought her cum-coated fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean, her eyes never leaving mine. "Delicious," she murmured, a satisfied smile on her lips. "But next time, I want to taste it straight from the source."

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