Modern Privacy

Nichole stepped into the kitchen just after noon and found Brielle sitting at the kitchen table reading the comics from the daily newspaper and sipping on a hot cup of coffee. She poked her face into the refrigerator that she just opened. “Hey Brielle, enjoying a moment for yourself? Nice.” “Yeah. It is nice to have a little time to relax” she replied. “I bet! I can sure use some” laughed Nichole. “You reading the comics?” “Yeah.” “Which one are you reading?” “I read a bunch, but I really like ‘Rhymes with Orange’. I always laugh at that one.” “Your favorite, huh? Yeah, I like that one too. My favorite one is ‘Mother Goose and Grimm’…quirky but I love it.” “Yeah, I like that one” agreed Brielle. Nichole sat down across from Brielle with an open bottle of water. The newspaper was scattered across the entire table top, though she did notice the now annoying yet infamous red hair bow at the end of the table up against the kitchen wall. She could feel herself burning inside. “Brielle, can I ask you something?” “Sure.” “Is that your hair clip on the table?” “No.” “It’s not?” “No. Why?” “I thought it was yours. I hadn’t seen it before, so I thought maybe it was yours.” “Nope. I saw it this morning and actually thought it was yours. That’s why I tucked it over next to the wall.” “Hmm…interesting” said Nichole as she made a deep in thought type of facial expression. “What’s up?” pried Brielle. “If the bow isn’t yours, and if it isn’t mine, then I’m left with Brock…it must be his…and if it’s his, then I have a bigger issue…” declared Nichole. Brielle chuckled. Nichole followed suit politely, but she was very much conflicted. “Could it be from one of the boys’ friends?” asked Brielle. “No, I don’t think so. That clip is way too big.” “Brock didn’t mention anything to me about it” said the nanny. “Okay. I’ll just ask him about it again when he gets home later.” “You already asked him?” “Yes.” “And?” “He thought it was mine.” “Ouch.” “Yeah, we have a red hair bow but no owner. Just makes me wonder” Nichole led on. Nichole got up from the kitchen table and looked towards the window over the sink. She stared silently for about twenty seconds before she turned and walked out of the kitchen and into her bedroom. Brielle went back to her comics. The red bow stayed on the table. Two hours later, Brock opened the front door and headed directly for the bedroom looking like he hadn’t had any sleep in days. He slipped his suit jacket off placing it over a chair in his bedroom, and loosened an already loosened tie a bit more as he purposely fell backward into his stately king sized bed. He closed his eyes and took a slow deep breath. Nichole was in the master bathroom about ten feet away and heard him come in. She poked her head out of the doorway and saw Brock sprawled on the bed. She was hesitant to move, not sure if she should go crawl on top of him and tease him a little, jump on him and confront him, or just leave him alone. It was obvious he was a very exhausted human being. Nichole removed her shirt and pants and wandered around the bed, looking to make a move. She went three quarters around the bed to where his feet where hanging off and softly moved next to him. He moaned and purred his approval. She loosened up his tie and started to caress his chest. His moaning again showed his acceptance. A few minutes of that and he was drifting off to la la land. She then made her move and slowly climbed on top of him. He was drifting, from an exhaustive light sleep to what could be described as an out of body experience. Nichole positioned herself on top of him staying balanced. She at first moved over his face, putting her legs just off his shoulders and her panties right over his face, just inches from his nose. She held the position for about thirty seconds, and then as she began to change positions, she rubbed them and grinded them slightly into his nose and mouth, teasing him. She continued to move with her legs heading down toward his hips. The whole time he just laid there, his breathing the only sound he made. When she was balanced over his hips, she leaned forward and let her breasts, still inside their holders, gently caress his face. She kept them there a good minute or so. She felt the rise coming from his loins. She then moved so that her legs were down at his knees. She leaned forward again, feeling his natural reaction, but paid no attention to it. Her chest was about even with his as she set herself up to go face to face with him. He lay there, semiconscious anticipation was off the charts. She planted a nice warm kiss on his lips. She felt a giant pulse shoot through his body and exit where her panties met his natural reaction. Nichole then moved her face to the side of Brock’s head, planting a few small kisses onto his ear lobe. She then whispered into his ear. “If you’d like any more of this, tell me where the red bow came from.” At first he lay there silent, still enjoying the moment. She repeated, “If you’d like any more of this, tell me where the red bow came from.”