Willa Ch. 02: Bookworm

Willa helps Nick re-enact a chapter of his new book. HOLY FUCK!!!

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Willa Pryce woke up on top of her covers naked. Having heard shuffling in the hallway she shot up and connected the necessary dots after glancing at a digital alarm clock on her bedside stand. Realizing that was where she sat Nick Benson's book, she looked about briefly for it. Thinking maybe it had fallen off the stand she explored around the spot and found it MIA. Giving up she quickly got dressed. putting on her gifted red shorts and tank. Minus the lacey bra in her hurry. Peering down she smirked at how vivid her nipple erection was even now. Morning Mood she called them, wood with the W upside down. Clever Mench! WENCH!

Rushing out into the hall and down the staircase she found Claire Benson dressed to kill in her business suit. Sipping Orange juice Claire noted their new nanny's arrival. "Good morning, Willamina. Up to see me off?"

Willa rubbed her eyes to evade blurry vision, "I figured I better just in case you had any last-minute instructions."

"As a matter of fact." Claire posed an index finger in the air. "I wouldn't be a very good mother if I didn't insist that you follow Grace's routine like clockwork. It's all right here on the fridge."

"Don't worry! I promise I'll look after her like she was my own." Willa comforted her. Not that she wanted any of her own. Nope! She loved her body as it was.

"I believe you. We didn't keep you awake last night, did we?" Claire shyly grinned. "We always go crazy the night before I go away for weeks at a time. Last night was extra loud I'm afraid. I don't know what could have possibly got Nick so ferocious with me." Winking at Willa both she and Claire knew very well it was having the gorgeous nanny tied down to a very lucrative contract. Tied down a sly emphasis on what his next few chapters entailed on the new book. After reading Nick's last book Willa was getting a vivid imagination of her own. Masturbating to it last night she came harder than she ever had before.

"Didn't hear a thing." Willa winked right back, "I kept busy reading Nick's book. Hot stuff that chapter nine."

"I'm so glad you liked it." Her eyes bright with exhilaration, "I hope his next one is even steamier, no, volcanic. Please inspire him."

"I'll try." Willa chuckled, "No guarantees. How does one do that?"

"I'm certain you will find ways. As long as Grace is cared for you have the run of the place. Swim in the pool or go down to our private section of beach. It might be private but on occasion we do allow a few hunky surfers to use it. By hunky, I mean muscles." She flared her eyes, "Very chiseled muscles. Yes, as the wife of an erotica writer even I have a roving eye. Nick rather enjoys my voyeurism." She wanted to admit exhibitionism as well, but with Nick's nudist tendencies already stressful on Willa, the other side of the groin, er, coin, might be overkill if revealed so soon.

"I'll check it and them out if I see them." Willa blushed and hid her morning mood. "Sorry! No bra! They're being rambunctious today."

"Never apologize! I get that way too. And as you must suspect Nick is fond of seeing such. There my sweet Willamina is your first inspiration." That made Willa wrinkle her nose with a careful smile. "Be at home Willa. You have joined our family."

"I hope your son feels the same. You both mentioned how difficult he can be."

"Jesse will adapt. If he becomes trouble, you have my blessing to set him straight. If that doesn't work consult Nick. Last resort there please, he needs no stress while writing."

"I can handle anything." She clenched her fists and made a growling noise. "Kitten has claws if need be."

"Use them. Dig in!" Claire giggled then froze in expression as her cellphone on their lengthy island counter buzzed, forcing Claire to take note. "My limo is here." Going to an intercom on the kitchen wall she pressed a button and spoke, "Good morning, Peter. I'll meet you at the front door in three." A "Very good Mrs. Benson." heard, she released the button and stepped back to reclaim her cell from the marble top. Downing her juice in a single gulp she let Willa rinse it out for her as offered then stash it in the dishwasher.

"Thank you, dear! I have your number in my contact list so I can call from Israel. The summit is two weeks long. I'd like you to Skype with me every few days with Grace, so we see each other's face and she hears mommy's voice. You can use Nick's spare laptop in the family room, he can set you up a password. I expect you to go shopping and spend a ludicrous amount of our money on clothes, perfume, lingerie, whatever you want. Nick will cut you off when he feels he needs to."

"Lingerie? I've never owned any before. I'm a nightshirt kind of girl. GO BEARS!" She played it as a cheerleader. "Chicago Bears! Big fan!"

"GO CHARGERS!" Claire mimicked her giggling, "Let Nick pick out things for you. Like I said, Inspire!"

"That's weird, but okay. Does that mean a fashion show?"

"If it helps him sell millions of books, I'll love you forever." Another cell buzz let's her know the limousine is at the front door. "I have to go, I set my luggage on the curb already, so I have minutes at best. Walk with me, come see Peter." She lured Willa outdoors onto the front walkway. Of course, how Claire phrased that Willa's mind wandered over seeing a big dick. She wasn't far from wrong. On the curb was a big black limo with a driver that was out of character. Expecting some old guy in a uniform and hat, instead she got more of that hunky Claire had mentioned. A "Whoa!" mumbled, Claire smirked and mouthed, "I know, right?" The man was a good 6'3, 220 pounds of muscle in a pair of white cargo pants, a royal blue muscle shirt, and multi-colored shades atop his well-groomed blonde hair. "Willa? This is Peter Sereck our on-call chauffeur." Willa bulged her eyes at him thinking that Claire had said peters erect. Too funny, she nearly laughed. "His father owns a private fleet of cars that the UN hires to drive the lower tier government servants such as myself. Peter? This is our new nanny, Willamina Pryce."

"Hey there, Willamina. If you ever need a driver, give me a call."

"Absolutely!" Claire intervened, "Give her your personal number. If you want to explore San Diego, feel free to hire him for the day on my card. Peter will charge me."

"Cool! Maybe my first day off, whenever that is."

"Call me any hour. I'll be there as long as I'm not driving someone." She immediately envisioned him naked on top of her driving her into ecstasy. Nibbling her lower lip Willa found herself lost in the moment. His cargo shorts had the most amazing bulge. Claire following Willa's eyes smiled. Peter in turn ogled Willa's nipple erection and opened cleavage swell. Tank tops were working for both Pete and Willa.

"Can I just call you?" Willa giggled, "I'm teasing."

"Tease all you like." He ventured to close the trunk and pose like a bodybuilder. Both Claire and Willa fanned their faces.

"See what I have to contend with?" Claire swatted Willa's arm playfully, then stepped into Peter to palm his chest, the man grinning from ear to ear and performing a pectoral dance beneath her touch. "I so adore when he does that." A wink at Willa she coaxed the nanny in to touch where she had. Fingers over his chest he repeated the turbulence making Willa bust up laughing. "Alright, AHnold! Drive before I miss my plane. Willamina? Take good care of my family. Good luck when you meet our son." Opening the car door for Claire, Peter watched her get in, looking up her skirt to see no underwear. It was a ritual between Claire and Peter. No words spoken; he closed the door. Taking a brief moment Peter extended a hand of friendship.

"Seriously! Call anytime even if you just need an ear."

"Thanks, Peter Erect!" She blurted then blushed.

"I hear it all the time. Most days that's true." He winked. "Gotta go! See you around Willamina."

"Willa!"

"Willa it is." Peter climbed into the driver's seat and waved goodbye. Claire joining the departure mode also waved back and blew a kiss. A partition glass sliding down inside the limo Peter looked back at Claire through his rearview mirror while pulling through the Benson gates. "Damn, she's hot!"

"Isn't she?" Claire smiled. "Perhaps after we park at the terminal you can come back here and think of her as you fuck me."

"You know I'll be thinking of you." He chuckled.

"Good answer! I'm certain my husband will think differently now that I'm gone."

"Is that good or bad?"

"Good for us. Whatever Nick desires. The same goes for me." She settles back, "Roll that window up and drive." Yes, ma'am!

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Moments ago, Willa closed the front door after watching Claire drive off. Turning to lay her back against the door she again fluttered fingers in front of her. "Oh, my God! That man was so sexy. As if San Diego wasn't so hot already." Her nipples thought it was cool. "I'll definitely call that man after I read more of Nick's books. After that kind of flirting, I see some serious phone sex in my future." Call waiting! Hearing Nick coming down the stairs yawning she pulled her emotions together and stood up straight. Not even noticing her, he shuffled into the kitchen like a zombie. Freshly showered but nude as he liked it, he opted to make coffee, realizing that a pot had already been brewed thanks to Claire. Pouring a cup, he peered out the kitchen window at the ocean.

Shyly joining him Willa leaned her elbows on the marble island across from him and stared at his physique. Nick was not as fit as Peter Serek was, but he still had a stature that brought upon another nibble of Willa's lower lip. Thoughts only she shivered, "This is going to take some getting used to. I'm not complaining but it feels... I wouldn't say wrong, more, who am I kidding, those buns are freaking hot." Setting his coffee mug aside Nick stretched vividly and reached down to rub his cock. Seeing his movement Willa swallowed dryly wondering if he was going to beat off. Instead, he scratched his balls and picked his cup up again. "I'm not even here." Deciding that if he turned around and found her staring, he might scold her she opted to control the outcome. Leaving the far side of the island she rounded it and leaned back on his side of it, a mere three feet between them.

"Morning Nick."

"Morning yourself. Thanks for seeing Claire off." He spoke without turning. Shit! He knew she was there all along.

"No problem. I was just telling Clair that I read your book cover to cover. I'm not as embarrassed as I thought I might be. Steamy stuff."

"I appreciate the compliment. As an author I aim to please." He turned to face her with a massive erection pointing straight at her. Try as she might not to look down, she failed. His thick head was less than a foot away now that he had turned and stepped a bit closer. He explored her curiosity then saw her refrain by lifting her chin to smile warmly.

"I don't know about pleasing but your aim is right on target this morning." She chuckled pointing down without looking again out of respect but hesitantly making eye contact. "Sorry! Uncalled for!"

"Perish the thought! No blush this time. Well done Miss Pryce."

Standing up straight Willa fanned her arms wide as if awaiting a hug but meant it as something totally opposite. "How can you tell? I'm decked out in enough red to hide my blushing." His turn to look down at her.

"Surprisingly red suits you, considering the color of your hair as bright as it is. Now that you've pointed it out, it appears you yourself aim to please." He uses his cup hand to point a pinky at her chest which directs her to tilt her gaze downward at her breasts. Her nipples were still stabbing through the tank top like bullets.

Swiftly she folds her arms, "I was in to big of a hurry to say goodbye to Claire. I forgot to put on my bra."

"Ah! There's that blush. Going without won't hurt you now and again."

"Maybe, but in all honesty, I feel slutty like this. We've only known each other less than twenty-four hours. I couldn't even dress like this around my stepdad back in Chicago. Now my mom she was the exhibitionist. She's a model so it's nothing new to roam around in next to nothing." Another subtle glance at his dick she found her lower lip tasty again. "Forgive me if it takes a while to feel comfortable like this. This is your home and I get it, I can't say much how you dress, or don't dress."

"The only way to ever feel that comfort is to force it upon yourself. A challenge is called for. I dare you to go two days without that bra."

"Dare, huh?"

"I'll even up the ante. If you survive those two days, I'll give you a hundred dollars for each day you go without."

"You don't have to do that. Save that money for shopping, I'll give it a try. For your Inspiration." She playfully rolled her eyes at him with a sneaky grin and lifted her tanks hemline up to caress her belly. "Need a refill?" She eased forward to look into his cup for the level. In stepping in closer her tummy found his erection touching it, a dampness of precum felt upon her skin. Before she could react, he turned away his urethra gliding the smear an inch to her left. Back to her now she bulged her eyes and looked down at her revealed belly button to see a glossy trail. Breath held she lowered the red tank and used it to wipe her skin dry.

"I can fend for myself." He added fresh to his cup of coffee then turned again stepping around her to go upstairs. She followed him not knowing what to do with herself until Grace woke up. As they reached the top of the flight Nick stopped in front of her bedroom and located her one and only bra snatching it up. She watched him steal it from her dresser top, dangling it by one cup, the other cup lying directly over his penis. "I'll just make certain you survive those two days."

"Hey!" She snorted with amusement, "That's a little personal there, Mister." Looking down at the floor as he stepped on her lace panties he smirked and used his toes to pinch and lift them into his possession. Reaching down he claims them from his toes adding them to the bra.

"Double dare! I'll keep these too. Two days."

"Ummm! That's not the kind of inspiration I expected to give you. Although, I guess I can't fail that dare if you have them."

"Inspiration goes for you as well. By the way I saw your door open when I got up. I signed that copy of my book. It's yours to keep." She stood in awe that he would just waltz into her room without asking. It was his house though.

"Thank you." She spoke hesitantly realizing that not even she could find the book when she searched for it. Maybe it was under her bed. Shrugging it off she watched him prepare to leave her room with her belongings.

"I'm off to my office to write. Bother me only if it has to do with Grace. If I finish this chapter today, I'll ask you to help me act it out this evening."

"Good writing Boss." She gave him a thumbs up then a salute.

After he vanished, she closed her door to her bedroom and shuffled around her bed to pick up the book, now back on her bedside stand. She had no clue that Nick and Claire had watched her masturbate let alone that he had taken the book from her overnight. Nick was a sly one. Risk was a well-deserved trait. He managed to claim the book and return it without her knowledge.

Opening the cover she read, "To the stunning Willamina Pryce. I'm glad you found the courage to read my book. May your bravado force your hand to turn more than a page." In her thoughts she found a gentle fear. "What else would I turn?" Weirded a bit she opened the book and found a bookmark within. "A severed garter belt? Wow! Creepy!" Even more a number of pages were stuck together. Those pages were where Nick Benson had lay his well-used erection along the binding. "I must have touched these after I masturbated." Oh, well! The book was hers now.

As the workday progressed Willa fed a very messy eater in finicky Grace and bathed her due to it. Playing with the adorable infant for another hour plus, Willa and the stuffed elephants kept her entertained. Some boring television during Grace's nap, a simple sandwich lunch made for herself, she fed her face to the Kardashians. Around 1:00 PM she made a covered dish for Nick predicting he needed sustenance to which she brought outside his office door and placed it on hallway table next to it. A soft knock on the door she told him of it then hurried away. No words shared through the remainder of the day she sat outside in the sun just to hear the ocean and look out at the many ships on the horizon. No hunky surfers today darn it. It dawned on her that her luggage still hadn't arrived but refused to bother Nick. There was always tomorrow. Maybe he had forgotten to make that call to her hotel.

At 7:00 in the evening Nick decided to leave his office and come downstairs to join Willa in the living room. No more Kardashians she was now watching a football game on ESPN. At the side of their sectional, he stood just as naked as he was earlier. Thoughts her own at seeing his huge cock seemingly unable to deflate she played it off as not noticing.

"Who's playing?" He asked. Uncurling her legs to sit up straight she pointed at Grace lying beside her as cute as a slumbering button. "Almost her bedtime."

"Chicago and Detroit! I was getting ready to lay her down for the night. She was rooting for the Bears after I told her I was Goldilocks." Chicago Bears!

"Cute!"

"Finish your chapter?" She enquired primping at her tank top knowing it was awry.

"I did. It needs a bit of work, I think. Care to read and act it out?" She used the remote to shut the television off.

"Sure. What do I need to do?"

"First things first! I can run Grace upstairs and tuck her in. I made a copy for both of us which I can grab while I'm up there." He moved around in front of Willamina and delicately lifted his child from her cushion. "Give me ten minutes. Pour me a brandy while I'm gone." He nodded to a wet bar in the corner. "One for yourself to ease your nerves."

"You think I'm nervous?" She stood up.

"The chapter has bite to it. If you're not now, you will be." Leaving her he carried Grace upstairs and made certain her needs were met. Once the carrousel lighting on the ceiling took effect, he stepped out leaving his daughter to sleep the night away. A fast trip back to his office to grab the two copies he headed back down to rejoin the shapely nanny.

"Oh! Before we do this, did you forget to call about my things at the hotel?"

"I did not! I told them to have it here by 9:00 AM in the morning. A day late I'm afraid but the room was discounted on their error."

"Oh, okay! Thank you!" She accepted her copy as Nick plucked up his glass of brandy. "I hope I chose the right bottle. It did say brandy on it. I've never tried brandy before. Wine is pretty much my limit."

"Perfect! A toast?" He made her stand with her own glass as he set the pages on the sofa. She in turn rested her copy next to his. Clinking glasses he added, "To a worthy addition to my household. May you have many fond memories."

"I know I will." She accidently looked down at his erection again. Noting her reaction Nick stood there and took a drink giving her a moment to breath and collect her emotions. Finally, she took a drink and made a bitter expression. "Welcome to the hard stuff." He intentionally stroked his cock in front of her as if meaning how hard his erection was. Right over her head!

"I think I'll drink that slowly."

"Nonsense! Throw it back like this." He took one hefty swallow and drained his glass dry. "Do as you are told." He sneered at her. Flaring her eyes, she just went for it and choked dramatically after. "That will put hair on your twat." Hearing that made her pause. Her bikini area was shaven. How could he know if she was bald or fuzzy? Accepting it as simply goofing off she smiled.