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A Special Nanny

(A Fantasy)
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"The biggest surprise I've ever had in my life? Wow! What a question! That's a toughie!" Scott tried to reach way back into the recesses of his memory in search of an answer. A lot of tricks had been attempted on him in the courtroom, but because he made a point of always being over-prepared, Scott hadn't suffered too many surprises in his professional life. It couldn't be that, then ... Hmmmm ... Some unexpected Christmas present when he was a k**? Nope; his parents were pretty predictable on that score; they were a 'make a Christmas list' type of family ... let's see ... what else...?
     Suddenly it hit him. Of course! "This goes back nearly 25 years and you're not going to believe this, but ..." Scott then explained that the biggest surprise of his life occurred the moment Diana Plimpton had stood up at her table in the Lantern just a few minutes after they had first met.
     "Oh, come on," his wife scoffed. "Really? That? The most surprising thing in your whole life was that?"
     "Really," Scott insisted. "I guess I've had a dull life. Maybe I've just had a shortage of surprises in my life." Then he added, "Not only was that the biggest surprise of my life, though, but it was one of the most exciting and wonderful and meaningful turning points of my life as well. There's definitely no doubt about that!"
     "Well, I like the sound of that much better," was the response.

——O——

Prescott Palmer Swift III, more commonly (and mercifully) known to his friends as 'Scott', had been convinced for years that being rich was not all it was cracked up to be. His family, it was true, had been well-off or better since shortly after the Arabella had discharged its load of Puritans onto the shores of Massachusetts Bay in the early 1600s. They lived in a huge estate in Lake Forest, Illinois that was situated on prime lakeside frontage. Their extremely large family fortune (meatpacking, railroads, and banking), had sent him to prep school (Groton) and college (Harvard). It kept him clad in well-tailored clothes from Brooks Brothers and J. Press. He did not, therefore, lack for the necessities of life, to put it mildly.
     Still, the fact remains that old-money families like the Swifts are very careful with their money, especially when it comes to squandering it on their k**s. Scott, for example, had always received what compared to his friends he considered a measly allowance; what's worse, he had to complete what seemed an excessive number of chores to get his hands on even that pittance. When he later got to college, he was expected to earn all of his spending money. This meant that he had to work summers instead of sunning himself around the pool at the Onwentsia Club like his supposedly less-fortunate friends. Indeed, Scott spent his college summers painting and repairing boats in the same Maine shipyard at which his father had worked when he was at Harvard. At least, Scott glumly conceded, that beat working summers at Chicago's Union Stockyards, which had been the fate of Prescott Palmer Swift, Sr when he was a Harvard undergraduate.
      The money was luckily pretty good, so at least he did have a fairly generous amount of money to spend during the school year. Scott was a rising senior at Harvard College; with three summers at the shipyard under his belt, he was earning as much per hour as some of the regulars. Still, for all the family trusts that were scheduled to kick in upon the satisfaction of various contingencies: graduation from college, marriage, turning 30, etc; it didn't seem to Scott that he was benefiting all that much from the family coffers right now. He supposed that all of this was intended to build character; indeed, he bleakly considered the probability that he would likely treat his c***dren in exactly the same way. After all, from what he could tell, that's what his father was doing.
     Well, once in a while Scott's parents did cut him some slack. This year, for example, the Fourth of July fell on a Monday, creating a long holiday weekend. Mr and Mrs Swift unexpectedly spotted Scott a round trip plane ticket home so that he could take a break from scr****g paint off ships. Scott's supervisor gave him the Friday and Tuesday off, so he had a full five day holiday period to catch up with his Lake Forest friends.

——O——

Friday was mostly taken up with travel. Scott did not arrive home until late in the afternoon. Although he took care to give his mother a warm hug and kiss (his father was still at his law office in the Loop), Scott's main concern was to arrange his social life for the weekend. Since it was late afternoon, this meant that most of his friends had probably set up shop at the Lantern, the local beer-only tavern that had served as the watering hole for generations of young Lake Foresters. He had made plans to meet them there as soon as he got into town.
     Scott was soon parking his car, on Western Avenue in front of the Lantern. (Scott was granted the use when home of a brand-new Jeep Cherokee, another benefit of membership in the Swift family for which he sometimes had to remind himself to be grateful!). The two life-long friends he had agreed to meet, Buzz Smith, a Northwestern junior, and Rick Kellogg, a senior at Princeton, were already sharing a pitcher of Miller Lite.
     "Scott, my boy," Buzz shouted upon the young man's arrival at the Lantern. "Get a glass and join us."
     The young men quickly caught up on their summers. Scott was then eager to make plans for the holiday. "What's going on this weekend, guys?" he asked
     "Well, tonight," Rick announced, "there is going to be a big party at Joanie Armour's house. Her parents are at their place in Harbor Springs for the weekend, and the staff is off until they get back. The result? Joanie has the run of the place, and so, knowing Joanie, it will not surprise you to learn she decided to throw a party in honor of that fact."
     "The only thing, Scott my friend," Buzz added, "is that Joanie had decreed this to be a dates-only affair; she wants to avoid having the party crashed by a bunch of dateless townies who might attract the attention of the police. It will be my honor to escort Joanie herself, while our friend Rick here has a date with Martha Smith. Which leaves you."
     "God!" Scott exploded. "How am I going to get a date on such short notice? The party's starting in just a few hours. I just got back into town. Shit, man, what can I do? Who's around this weekend anyway?"
     "Well," Rick responded, "considering your high standards — the fact that your dates have to be drop-dead gorgeous and have tits the size of basketballs, that is — I'd have to say that I can't think of many suitable candidates at all. Not at this late date. Nada."
     "As a result," Buzz interjected, "I'd like to direct your attention to that table of young beauties on the other side of the room." He nodded subtly toward a table in the far corner.
     "We have there," Buzz went on, "four lovelies, any one of whom, I am sure, would be thrilled to be escorted to the Armour estate tonight by the estimable Prescott Palmer Swift III."
     "Whoa, slow down, men," Scott said. "A quick survey of the table by yours truly reveals that at least three of those girls are not beauties at all. Shit! They're kind of ugly, in fact."
     "How about the fourth one, though, Scott? Check her out," Rick suggested, "Carefully!"
     Scott slowly glanced back at the table. Jesus! One of the girls was lovely. She had a really beautiful face, in fact, which was framed by long dark hair. Wow! She was absolutely gorgeous! The young beauty had a cute, pert nose and a really clear, creamy complexion. Shit! The more Scott looked, the more he was convinced that the girl was stunningly beautiful. Man! What a piece of ass she was! How on earth had he missed her during his first inspection of the table?
     "Who are those girls?" Scott asked. "Do you know who they are?"
     "You bet," Buzz allowed. "They're nannies for various local families. The one who obviously caught your eye is named Diana Plimpton. She's from England and works for the Cudahys."
     "The truth," Rick cut in, "is that all the guys in town have noticed Diana big time since she arrived in town last month. And some of them have actually gone out with her. I don't want to send you over there under false pretenses, though. I'm honor bound to report that she's not supposed to be a hot date at all, at least not a hot first date. In other words, like nice girls everywhere, she takes lots of time and effort. But, hey, with the right guy... And who knows, you could be that guy!"
     "She is gorgeous," Scott murmured approvingly. "How old is she?"
     "Legal, my boy, quite legal. She just turned eighteen and is obviously in the prime of life," Buzz declared.
     "The fact is that if Buzz and I did not already have dates, we would be hitting on Ms Plimpton instead of sitting and bullshitting with you," Rick said. "But we do have dates. Frankly — and I hope this doesn't upset you — we made discreet inquiries among Diana's friends over there and discovered to our surprise that she does not have a date for tonight. As a result — and don't get mad now, Scott — we mentioned the possibility that a rich, handsome townie friend of ours might be returning to Lake Forest tonight. We also mentioned that he might be in need of female company on account of a hot party at the Armour estate. Knowing those girls, you can be sure that Diana has been fully informed of your good qualities and availability."
     "In other words, my friend," Buzz concluded, "the path has been smoothed for you to meet and then ask out the beautiful Ms Plimpton. Here's the drill, get up and take a leak. The path to the john goes by the girls' table — more or less. Check her out on the way. If you like what you see, just stop and start hitting on her. Or on the way back from the john if you want to comb your hair and wash your face first. Whatever. Diana has been forewarned, so you can expect her to be hospitable.'
     "Right," Rick added. "If you're favorably impressed, just ask her out. I can almost guarantee you a 'yes' answer because, my friend, we have taken care of arranging this situation for you. Now, go ... get up out of your seat ... get on over there and do your thing. You're an experienced cunt hound for God's sake, so I don't have to spell it out for you. Get up and get over there!"

——O——

As he approached the nannies' table, Scott could see that the brunette beauty was wearing a very short skirt. Her legs were crossed and she was showing lots of thigh. Christ! What's more her thigh was really sleek and gorgeous! Diana was fantastic looking!
     Scott then discovered he had caught her eye. Diana briefly locked eyes with him, smiled, and then demurely looked away. Jesus! Diana had just beautiful, flashing dark eyes! And from the look and the smile, she did seem to be receptive to his attention. Shit! She probably did know he was the out-of-town guy she was supposed to meet!
     Scott lowered his glance as well; he did not want to come on too strong. As he dropped his eyes, they gravitated to Diana's stomach. Scott almost went into shock. What the hell? The girl was pregnant! And not just a little bit pregnant, but hugely pregnant. Jesus! It looked as if she might deliver before the night was over. What jerks his friends were! Trying to fix him up with a mother-to-be! As soon as he got back from the john, he was going to have it out with those two clowns!

——O——

"Well, isn't she absolutely fine?" Buzz inquired as Scott returned to the table. "Just your kind of woman?"
     "You jag-offs," Scott exclaimed. "You're actually trying to fix me up with a girl who's just about to have a baby. Shit! From the look of things she might have it this very afternoon right here on the fucking bar room floor! And I just know that she knows something's up, too, that I'm the guy you talked to her friends about. Jesus, guys, that's cruel! God, she keeps on looking over here and catching my eye and smiling at me. You guys are awful!"
     Buzz and Rick exchanged brief glances. "Well, shit, man," Rick responded. "Isn't she beautiful, though? I mean gorgeous? And her looking over here shows she's really interested. What's wrong with that?"
     "That's not the point," Scott broke in. "She's pregnant, and I'm not going to take an expectant mother to Joanie Armour's party for pete's sake! Jesus! What were you guys thinking of?"
     "Would it make any difference if we told you she was single?" Buzz asked.
     "You guys are really something," Scott exploded. "Like I'm into single mothers! The important point is that she's pregnant. And the whole idea is crazy!"
     "What if we assured you that she's absolutely not involved with anyone right now. That means no husbands, -ex or present, no boyfriends, no nothing," Rick offered.
     "Hel-lo! Guys! She's pregnant! End of story," Scott announced.
     Rick and Buzz exchanged more glances. They actually seemed to have slight smirks on their faces. What was going on here? Scott wondered. There was certainly nothing funny going on as far as he could tell!
     "OK," Buzz interjected, "look at it this way. If she's that pregnant, she will be un-pregnant very soon. And available. You could date her again at Christmas. Plan for the future, man. Look at tonight as a long-term investment."
     "Nope, nope, nope," Scott reiterated. "The only pregnant woman I'm willing to take out ever will be my beloved wife — when and if. Can we now move onto some other subject?"
     Rick and Buzz both shrugged and sighed. Rick broke the silence. "Buzz, should I tell our dense friend the facts of life or should you?"
     "I will," Buzz announced. "Scott, my boy, here's the bottom line. What are you doing tonight?"
     "Well, I just got into town, as you well know. I don't have a date, so I guess nothing."
     "Exactly," Buzz agreed. "In other words, we can agree that you don't have any alternatives to Diana at the moment. And there are none on the horizon. Shit, man, she's a lovely girl. Why not take her to the party — be a gentleman for Christ's sake — and you can check out the other girls at the party as date possibilities for the rest of the weekend. Everyone is going to be there, after all. And in the process you will have been kind to a beautiful young girl who otherwise will have to sit home or something, doing nothing. God will reward you for this good deed, my son. And since the alternative is sitting home alone yourself and pulling on your pud, why not be a sport and go talk to the girl. Hell, man, we'd miss you if you weren't at the party. It's going to be a bash to remember. Besides the bottom line on Ms Plimpton is that she is extremely beautiful. So, really, what's your problem?"
     Scott was quiet for a long time. "Okay, okay," he muttered. "I've been boxed into a corner on this one. Plus she expects me to go over there to ask her out, anyway, and I just hate being cruel to people — unlike some people I know! OK, I will go over there, I will chat Diana up for a while, and then I will ask her out. But if you ask me, you guys are real assholes for getting me and her into this mess!"

——O——

As soon as he stood up, Scott noticed Diana glancing his way once again. Man! The girl really was acting interested in him. And why not? Scott was 6' 2'', slender but muscular, remarkably handsome, very suave and sophisticated (for a college senior, anyway!), and from a very rich family; which he assumed that Diana already knew.
     But still, Scott wondered, why would a girl that pregnant be showing such interest in a guy? Weren't women who were about to give birth supposed to be into nesting? Why would she want to go to a party in her condition in the first place? He supposed that even expectant mothers like to get out of the house as much as anyone, but that one would be interested in going on a date to what was likely to be a wild party just seemed a little strange to Scott. "Oh, well," Scott concluded to himself, "that's what makes the world go round."
     As he approached the table, the girl sitting next to Diana quickly jumped up, grabbed a chair and made room for Scott to squeeze in. God! This whole thing was a total fucking set-up! The girls absolutely had expected him to come over. Well, it was show time. Scott sat down and smiled genially across the table.
     "Hi, I'm Scott Swift," the young man began. "I think our friends have all agreed we should meet."
     The young girl giggled a little nervously. "Hi, I'm Diana Plimpton," she said warmly, "and it's a pleasure to meet you, Scott."
     Diana had a charming, very cultured English accent and a sweet, melodious voice. They both smiled at each other and began to chat.
     The more they talked the more their eyes locked on each other. Christ! They just couldn't keep their eyes off each other! Scott almost started to shiver from the sexy intensity of the conversation. Jesus! He and Diana were really getting friendly fast! God! She was so very beautiful! Their personalities really seemed to be meshing. And she was really coming onto him! And vice-versa! What a fucking shame she was pregnant, for God's sake! One thing was for sure, though; he was certainly not going to try to make time tonight with a girl who, no matter how beautiful, might break her water if a guy got too fresh with her!
     After about twenty minutes of conversation, it was time to pop the question. Scott cleared his throat. God! He was more nervous about this than he had expected. "Diana, are you busy? Would you like to go out tonight? There's a party in town tonight that I would love to take you to. It's at eight, if you can go." Man. That was hard! 
     Diana smiled radiantly. "I'd love to go out with you, Scott, that sounds like great fun. I just have to go home to freshen up first. Sonia," she said to the girl on her right. "Could you drive me home?"
     "Hey, no need," Scott broke in. "I'd be glad to take you home, myself. I have to go home first too, and it's on the way. I could then come back to the Cudahys' and pick you up at eight."
     "Sound's great," Diana responded. "Let's go, then." With that the gorgeous young nanny stood up from the table to leave.

——O——

The effect of this movement by the young beauty upon Scott was stunning, mind bending, nearly terminal! It was ... surprising, to say the least. The truth is that he was absolutely blown away. He was utterly shocked! He was lucky he didn't faint!
     As the young girl arose, her swollen belly suddenly disappeared. Its enormous bulk was cantilevered upwards so that what had seemed before to evidence an advanced state of pregnancy was miraculously transformed into an enormous pair of tits! "Jesus Fucking Christ!" Scott murmured inwardly. "Diana's not pregnant at all! The girl is unbelievably buxom! Fuck almighty! Those were tits I was looking at, not a swollen, pregnant belly. Unbelievable!"
     Somehow — Scott did not know how he managed it — the stunned young man was able to keep his composure. He did briefly, if covertly, examine Diana's chest as he stood up himself. She was wearing a bulky green and white flecked sweater that buttoned up the front. Her bosom was just unimaginably, shockingly huge; her giant hooters were so big but yet so firm! God! Even the bulk of the sweater could not prevent her massive tits from sticking out from her chest like fleshy torpedoes! They were as big as watermelons ... well, small watermelons, anyway! Jesus! The way Diana's enormous tits jutted out of the sweater was truly astonishing! They extended the full length and width of her chest, and then beyond — all the way past her navel, in fact! Fuck Almighty! They did not stop too much short of her waist! What's more, the immense bulges of tit meat were actually wider than Diana's body; there was tit meat sticking out on each side of her trunk. Christ almighty! The girl was just all tit! Fuck! Diana was just inconceivably buxom; yet the rest of her body was so slim and curvy. Wow! Diana was a dream! A wet dream, at that!
     As he and Diana walked toward the door, Scott looked over at his friends. The assholes! He could see that they were nearly dissolved in laughter. They were trying to hold it in, of course, but their faces looked as if they were going to explode! What jerks! They knew all the time, of course, that Diana's 'pregnancy' was nothing more than a gigantic bosom, but they had loved playing him along in his ignorance. They were just loving his predicament. These jerks would pay for this down the road!
     On the other hand, Scott grudgingly had to admit that he owed those 'jerks' some measure of gratitude. Buzz and Rick had had their fun, but the fact remained that they had taken good care of their friend. They had fixed him up with a really gorgeous, extremely buxom girl, just the kind of girl Scott was always looking for. The fact, though, was that Scott had never gone out with a girl as buxom as Diana. Hell, he had never seen a girl as stacked as Diana! "Face it," Scott said to himself. "You have a lot to be grateful for to those morons. Maybe the guys deserve a pass on this little caper." And if Diana turned out to be very friendly to boot, well, Scott's gratitude might be unbounded!

——O——

Scott and Diana chatted pleasantly as he drove the breathtakingly gorgeous, unimaginably buxom young nanny back to her employer's estate. She told him she had been raised in the City of Wells in Somerset. After leaving school at 16 and working for a while at a shop in Bath, she decided that because she loved k**s she wanted to be a nanny. "They actually have academic courses for nannies," Diana said. After finishing the course and working for a few months for a family in the Cotswolds, Diana saw an ad for nannies in the US. She called the agency, was interviewed, filled out endless forms, and made application for papers at the US Embassy in Grosvenor Square. She soon received notice that a Cudahy family in Lake Forest, Illinois had hired her on a one-year contract. She researched the town at the local library; it seemed just perfect.
     "And it is," Diana said, "I just love it here. The Cudahy k**s are just darling and easy to care for too! Plus Mr and Mrs Cudahy are just super people. I get lots of time off; in fact, I went over to the community college, and presented my various transcripts and diplomas from England. They told me I could get a two-year degree in just one year. So I'll have a big chunk of my university requirements done before I go back home. On the other hand, it is possible to renew your contract, in which case I might stay with the Cudahys another year or so and maybe finish up at Lake Forest College instead."
     Scott was frankly finding it difficult to keep the car on the road during this conversation. Diana's really short skirt had ridden way up on her thigh when she climbed up the high step into the Cherokee What a sight! The young man was even more inflamed by the fact that Diana's bosom was so monstrously huge that it was resting in her lap. Jesus Christ! Diana's big, big tits were actually overlapping the hiked-up hem of her miniskirt. Fuck! Scott was starting to get really stiff from the probably unintended show Diana was putting on. He was actually getting short of breath as well from his growing lust.

——O——

The Cudahy six-car garage was empty except for a battered old Volkswagen Jetta and the family station wagon, which rarely got out of Lake County. "The family has gone to visit friends in Georgian Bay for the holiday weekend," Diana explained. "They wanted me to come along but because of my work permit, we decided I might have trouble at US Customs when we came back across the border from Ontario to Michigan. They decided I should just stay here and they would cope with the k**s themselves. The Jetta belongs to Mrs Riordan, she's the cook. I think she's going to Oak Park tomorrow morning to visit her sister for the rest of the weekend."
     The car had pulled up to the main entrance to the house. "What should I wear tonight," Diana asked?
     "Diana," Scott responded with perhaps a bit too much warmth, "I think what you have on is just great! What you're wearing is fine. You look just wonderful!"
     "Oh, Scott, that's sweet. I think this sweater is a little heavy for a party, though, with dancing and all. I think I'll wear a lighter top and a skirt. How does that sound?"
     "Sounds great," Scott answered, a little thickly. He was starting to get even stiffer imagining Diana's gigantic breasts thrusting against the thin material of 'a lighter top'.
     "Thanks for the ride, Scott," Diana whispered. "You're a sweet guy to take me home. I'm really looking forward to tonight, too."
     With that, the fantastically over-ripe beauty put one hand on Scott's shoulder and the other on this thigh, leaned into his body, and gave him a brief kiss on his cheek. Scott thought he was going to slurp jism in his pants as he felt Diana's watermelon-sized tits briefly press into his shoulder. Jesus! Scott could only imagine how wonderful this date with Diana might turn out to be.
     As he drove home, Scott's mind reeled with the possibilities that lay ahead. Diana was so beautiful, so incredibly buxom. What's more, she was already acting very friendly. Scott knew that his friends had dampened his hopes that Diana was a hot number; still, the two were getting so friendly that Scott gauged his chances of getting his hands and mouth and lips and tongue on those mountains of tit meat as even money. In fact, based on the smoldering looks the two had shared, Scott did not think it utterly impossible that his slab of pork might even find itself inside Diana's body before the holiday weekend was over. Jesus! What a piece of ass he had lined up. And she was so nice, smart, and sweet, too. What a break from chipping the paint off ships this was going to be!
     Before he had even crossed the North Western tracks on his way home, Scott had already made one fundamental decision about his approach to Diana. As Rick and Buzz had strongly implied, Diana was no quick lay. What's more, any girl with breasts that enormous probably attracted a lot of attention, undoubtedly much of it unwanted. She was probably used to guys making a beeline for her bosom as soon as they had shared their first kiss. He imagined that behavior like that really turned her off. Scott resolved to keep Hands Off! He was not going to ogle her bosom; he was going to try at least not even to notice her breasts. Above all, he was not going to try to feel her up until well into the weekend or at least until she was sure that she wanted him to start grabbing tit. Intuitively, he felt this was the best way to make time with Diana.
     Not eyeballing those giant tits was going to be difficult; keeping his hands off them — even assuming that Diana was going to make them available — was going to be difficult as well. Scott was sure that this approach would pay dividends, though. Besides, Diana had really full, succulent lips. An evening restricted to making out with Diana, even with his hands confined to rubbing her back and maybe her butt and thighs, sounded pretty exciting to Scott! Of course, based on her reputation, Scott might be lucky to get that far with her. What the hell! She was a really nice girl, and was worth going out with even if he had to settle for a handshake at the front door. For a lot of reasons, then, those giant tits were going to have to go on hold for a while!

——O——

After dinner with his parents ("What are you doing tonight, dear?" "Going to a party, Dad." "Do you have a date?" "Yes, Mom." "With whom, dear?" "A girl named Diana." "Diana...?" "No one you know, Mom, but she's a really nice girl"), Scott showered, shaved, and dressed for the party. He was at the Cudahys' front door at 8:05.
     Mrs Riordan answered the door. "You must be Scott," she said.
     "I am," he answered.
     "It's so nice of you to take Diana out tonight," the cook continued. "She is really such a lovely girl."
     Diana then came around the corner. Scott was blown away. Diana was a lovely girl, all right! Man! His date had changed into a black skirt that was even shorter than the one she had worn at the Lantern. Jesus! The hem must be six inches above her knees; it was so short! Wow! What a leg and thigh show! In addition, it barely covered her butt!
     As Scott's eyes drifted upwards, he started to feel weak in the knees. Oh my God! His eyes could not believe the view they were receiving of Diana's seriously overdeveloped chest! She was wearing a slightly loose, long-sleeved pink sweater. The material was very thin, however, and even though the sweater was a bit loose, the very size of the very buxom teenager's monstrously huge bosom meant that the sweater still hugged her stupendous curves with great fidelity. Jesus! On account of her massive chest, it seemed that even a relatively modest garment like that loose sweater would look almost breathtakingly erotic on Diana!
     Diana's watermelon-sized hooters absolutely jutted out of the thin sweater material. Christ! Even though her tits were really huge in volume, they were still so pointy! Shit! And even though the enormous jugs stuck out amazingly far from her chest, their stupendous mass still extended down — Jesus! — below her navel! Fuck! Diana's tits were so big! Shit! Diana looked as if she was in danger of tipping over!
     "You look beautiful," Scott was finally able to stammer.
     "Thanks," Diana responded with a dazzling smile. "You look pretty good yourself!" Scott was wearing a polo shirt and shorts; he thought they did a pretty good job of showing off his toned and buffed body. Not that there was any comparison, though!

——O——

The party was a blast. Lots of Scott's friends were there, and Diana seemed to know some of the people herself. Scott began to get a picture of what Diana must have to put up with every day, as guy after guy they ran into just utterly ogled her — some actually with dropped jaws! How uncool! Ogle? Hell! These guys were stripping her to the bone! Scott wondered how the amazingly voluptuous young beauty could stand it!
     Nor was such attention limited to the guys. Many of the girls, a number of whom he had dated, gave Scott amused looks as they walked by. They were quite aware of what a stupendous physical specimen Scott was with that night.
     The couple drank beer and danced a lot, too. They also spent long periods of time visiting and chatting. To take a break from the heat and noise of the k**s' party room in the basement, Scott and Diana strolled around the Armour estate and just talked and got better acquainted.
     The Armour place was quite large; it provided a lot of room to roam. As they walked, Diana and Scott's bodies progressively veered closer to each other. Soon, they were gently bumping shoulders as they strolled along. It was not long before they were slowly ambling along hand in hand. God! The chemistry between the two was already strong and growing fast! Moments later, each young person had even slipped his arm around the other's waist.
     When they stopped walking simply to stand and visit, the couple's eyes were searching deep into the other's. They were standing very close to each other, too. If Diana has moved a millimeter closer, her gigantic tits would have begun pressing into Scott's chest. The combination of Diana's searching eyes, the proximity of her massive bosom, and the intoxicating lure of her fabulously beautiful face was starting to get Scott really stiff! Luckily, Diana did not look down or move closer; she seemed unaware of the effect she was having on her already seriously smitten date.
     Scott was sure that he could without the slightest objection kiss Diana right now; he was even sure the kiss would be very passionate. He remembered his friends' warning, however, that Diana was a slow mover. From the way the couple was really hitting it off, things actually seemed to be moving very fast indeed. Still, Scott was convinced that even though Diana was acting very receptive, the wiser course was to wait a while in order to increase her comfort level. There would be plenty of time to get friendly later; because Scott was falling so fast for the almost unbelievably gorgeous, amazingly buxom teenage nanny, that screwing things up by moving too fast was the last thing he wanted to do. Slow and easy would do just fine for now! Given the way the couple was really clicking so far, though, it seemed certain that later in the evening there was going to be a whole lot of kissing going on!
      Scott thus settled for the pleasure of continuing the walk around the grounds. The couple were enjoying the conversation, in fact they really liked each other. To label the date as a notable success was to engage in serious understatement!
     After this warm and wonderful getting-to-know-you-better stroll, the couple went back to the basement party room where they resumed their dancing. Fast dances with Diana were, well, amazing! Her monstrously huge shelf of tit meat floated, shimmed, bounced, and jiggled as the couple worked out on the dance floor. Diana was so unimaginably buxom, however, that her bosom seemed to start floating a second or so after the bodily movement dictating the movement had itself taken place. Jesus! Her tits were so big that they were slightly out of rhythm with the rest of her body! There was actually a disconnect between her trunk and her breasts. Fuck!
     Scott was amazed as how involved and absorbed in each other the two were getting. It may have been a matter of too much beer, or perhaps just a real a****l attraction between the young man and his incredibly buxom date. Or perhaps it was simply that they were finding they really liked each other a whole lot. Whatever the cause (and it was undoubtedly a mixture of all of these things), their eyes seemed to be locked on each other in growing infatuation for the whole of every dance.
     There was getting to be a whole lot of body contact, too. Diana was letting her huge breasts lightly brush up against Scott's body a couple of time during each dance. The fleeting contact of her firm, but oh-so-soft mega-bosom against his chest was indescribably arousing. He kept to his vow, though, by not returning the pressure. "All in good time," he kept saying to himself. "All in good time."

——O——

By about 11:30, however, Scott and Diana simply could not keep their hands off each other. They found themselves alone in a far corner of the Armours' downstairs party room when a slow dance began. Diana quickly moved into Scott's arms and the couple began slow dancing in place.
     The couple soon stopped moving at all. This was no dance at all; it was simply a torrid embrace to music. They were simply standing in the corner and caressing each other. Scott was brushing Diana's beautiful long, dark hair with his hand; he followed up by slowly and sensuously rubbing Diana's back. He was careful to stop short of her absolutely killer ass, though.
     For her part, Diana was rubbing the back of Scott's head; then she too started sensuously caressing his shoulders and then his back.
     Diana's head was nestled against Scott's chest. The pressure of her enormous breasts against his body was just overwhelmingly erotic Fuck! Scott's cock was really getting engorged. He was getting so hot! And he was sure Diana could tell just how stiff he was getting!
     As his groin pushed against Diana's, Scott considered that there was one fact about himself which he assumed Diana had not known. It was in the genetic heritage of the Swift men to be hugely hung, and Scott was definitely no exception to this history! He sported an amazing eleven-inch cock. It was astonishingly thick as well. The size of his tool was generally known among his close friends and even some of the girls in town (a number of whom after all, had closely inspected or otherwise been privy to his massive dick!), but, Jesus, he hoped that word of his enormous endowment had not filtered down to the local nanny level!
     Still, if Diana had not heard already about the size of his dick, it was not going to be a secret for long! From the feel of the enormous lump pressing against her pelvis, Diana had to know that something very big indeed was coming up — if not already here!
     In any event, Diana was getting hot, too. She had begun subtly grinding her body against Scott during this slow 'dance'. Scott's massive tool was fully extended; he was so hot and bothered!
     Halfway through the dance, Diana pulled back a bit, looked searchingly into Scott's eyes, and said, "It's so great being here with you, Scott."
     "Me, too, Diana," Scott responded softly. "I can't believe how great this evening with you has been!"
     The super-friendly couple began even more intently to stare, unblinking, into each other's eyes. Then, almost as if magnetized, the couple's mouths came together for a soft, loving kiss. It was their first kiss; as a result of the rush of growing feelings between Diana and Scott throughout the evening, the kiss was very passionate. The couple had clearly been yearning for this moment for hours!
     Diana's lips were so full, so succulent. Scott started to groan at their sensuality as their lips slipped and slid against each other. This kiss was so sexy!
     Diana broke away and looked searchingly into Scott's eyes. "I'm usually a slow starter on dates," the fantastically voluptuous teenager announced, "and that's by choice! Tonight, though ... wow ... that was such a sweet kiss ... and so are you ... I think I'm in danger of ignoring my philosophy with you, Scott ... wow!"
     With that, Diana lifted her hot lips to Scott's mouth for another kiss. About thirty seconds into this second kiss, Diana's mouth suddenly opened wide; Scott's mouth followed suit immediately. Diana's tongue instantly plunged inside his mouth, searching and licking. By now, Diana was moaning as well. The slow-starter philosophy was appearing to have become a dead letter!
     As soon as Diana's tongue withdrew, Scott plunged his hot, twisty tongue deep into Diana's mouth. He was soon licking the walls of her mouth like an out-of-control barnyard dog.
     In response, Diana had started rubbing Scott's buns; he immediately reciprocated by reaching down and rubbing his date's fantastically curvy ass.
     The kiss went on and on. The slow dance had ended; Scott and Diana's dance decidedly had not, however. Scott withdrew his tongue from Diana's mouth and drew her fat upper lip into his own mouth and began to suck on it. While sucking away, he tongued the underside of the lip. Then he repeated the process with the lower lip.
     By now, Diana's mouth was utterly slack; she was just overcome by passion and lust. Almost without knowing how it had happened, Scott found his hands under Diana's skirt; he was rubbing and squeezing her panty-clad ass cheeks.
     That seemed to be just fine with Diana. Jesus! She had slipped her own hands inside the elastic waistband of Scott's shorts; soon she had plunged her hot hands inside his cotton briefs and was rubbing his bare buns with her hot, petite hands.
     Seconds later, Scott's hands found bare butt. He frantically thrust his lust-driven hands inside Diana's panties and began maniacally squeezing and rubbing the overly-voluptuous young girl's bare ass cheeks.
     The kiss went on and on. The couple was so passionately French kissing that they would have courted jaw-break if they had opened their mouths any wider. Spit was freely flowing between their mouths and down their chins. Diana and Scott were going wild. What's more, the couple was now unashamedly rubbing their bodies frantically and lustily against each other. Thank God the lights were so low and their corner of the room was so deserted!
     Scott and Diana's tongues were just madly dueling, first inside his mouth and then in Diana's, and then back again. Scott then began running his tongue from side to side between Diana's upper lip and her gums. In reaction, Diana started to moan and it seemed as if her legs were getting a little rubbery. Scott was really getting her hot! And things got even hotter when he repeated the tongue work on her lower lip and gums.
     Finally, after about thirty minutes of this incredibly passionate vertical make-out session, the couple pulled apart for a moment. "Oh, honey," Diana moaned. "I never thought we would get so friendly so fast. Like I said — this just isn't my style!" The unimaginably buxom teen looked down briefly and then back up at the young man. She locked her eyes onto Scott's and said, "It's so great, though! It's so wonderful! ... you're so wonderful!"
     "This is just amazing!" Scott marveled. "And it is so great! You're so sweet, too, so wonderful."
     "I've never done anything like this with a guy on a first date, but it seems so right with you, Scott. Is there someplace we could go for more privacy. I so want to be alone with you, sweetheart!"
     "Oh, baby," Scott groaned. "The Armours have lots of bedrooms. I'm sure Joanie wouldn't mind if we borrowed one for a while."
     "Sweetheart, baby!" Diana moaned. "I don't necessarily mean ... oh, shit! I want to be alone with you so bad but not necessarily in a bedroom, if you know what I mean ... or don't mean ... oh, hell ... I mean ... I think I just want to be in your arms in private, I guess ... I mean I don't know what I mean. I just know that you're got me so hot and bothered that I can't think straight!"
     "Ditto, sweetheart." Scott responded, as he continued to cup and squeeze the astonishingly lush teenager's fantastic ass cheeks. Fuck! They were so petite and fit into his hands so perfectly. "Let's go upstairs and see what we can find, baby," Scott concluded in a voice made ragged with lust.
     Scott was so incredibly hot and bothered that he honestly didn't know if he was going to try to get Diana into a bedroom or not. He was equally at a loss to predict what he might try to do once they were in one. To talk Diana into making love at this stage of their relationship — their first date, after all — in light of her fears about getting friendly so fast, would be absolutely foolish. He might well get into Diana's pants — she was so hot, after all — but he just knew that the relationship would probably not recover from a stunt like that. Yet Scott was so unbelievably hot for the inconceivably beautiful and awesomely buxom teenager that he was having trouble thinking straight. The almost terminally horny young man was definitely having trouble focusing on the concept of delayed gratification. What to do, what to do?

——O——

Suddenly, all the lights in the basement suddenly came on. Footsteps clomped down the stairs. Oh, my God! It was Mr and Mrs Armour! They had come back early from Harbor Springs. Scott's decision had been made for him by default. He knew it was the right one; he was just glad that he wasn't the one who had to make it! And whoops! It looked like Joanie was in for a spot of trouble with her parents as soon as everybody cleared out!
     The Armours were actually quite cool about this unexpected invasion "It's nice to see all you k**s here instead of driving out on the roads somewhere, but it's after midnight and probably time for the party to end."
     Yes, they were pleasant about the party, but he was sure that Joanie was in for some big trouble. After all, she was only s*******n and a senior at Farmington and thus a little young to be throwing a party for college k**s. Under the circumstances, it was not surprising that the partygoers could not get out of the house fast enough.
     Scott could not avoid passing Mr Armour on his way up the stairs, however. "Say hello to your parents, Scott," he said pleasantly. Oh, oh. This was usually code for 'your parents are going to hear about this!' Still, Scott took some satisfaction in the fact that even the austere Laurence Armour was rendered bug-eyed when he caught a glimpse of Diana and her stupendous figure preceding Scott up the stairs.

——O——

Scott thought at first about taking the super-ripe young beauty to a bar in Highwood or to McCormick's road house in Lake Bluff to continue the party. Most of the local bartenders knew Scott and his friends and usually did not check their dates' IDs, so that getting drinks would not be a problem. Then he reconsidered the matter.
     It was after midnight, after all, and — who knows? — he might get lucky if he took Diana back to her place. The Cudahys, after all, were out of town. At least a little body-play and face-sucking in the car might be in order! Scott had cooled off enough to be confident that he would not try for more — at least tonight. The young man decided, therefore, that he would just take Diana home.
     Diana jumped out of the car as soon as Scott had rolled up to the front door, however. He suspected she was a little afraid of her own passion — not to mention his! — and so had decided to call it an evening before things got out of hand. At least he hoped that was what was going on. He didn't think he had struck out with the unimaginably buxom and beautiful teenage nanny. That he had stroked an out-of-the park home run seemed more like it!
     Scott followed her to the door. His fears were immediately assuaged. Diana was immediately in his arms. "Scott, I've had a wonderful time, you don't know how wonderful!"
     "Me, too," Scott agreed. "I really want to see you again, Diana. This is kind of sudden and heavy, sweetheart, but, heck, I'm only in town for the weekend so here goes. Could we get together again tomorrow night?" Scott then continued before Diana could answer. "Honey, this isn't very cool. Asking a girl out two nights in a row is considered dorky because a guy is supposed to at least pretend to be nonchalant and play it cool. Well, not me, not tonight, and not with you. I just have to see you. I want to be with you so badly again. Tonight was so special. And you are so special."
     "I'd love to go out tomorrow night," Diana said. "That sounds great! Actually, I think I'd die if you hadn't asked! And the fact that you're not being 'cool' about it really makes me want to see you all the more."
     The awesomely buxom young beauty then looked up at her date. "I apologize for jumping out of the car so fast, but when I really like a guy, I just really have to watch my step." The gorgeous teenager got a serious look on her face. "I figured I'd better get out of the car and go into the house before things got too involved." Diana then affectionately placed a soft hand on Scott's cheek. "Let's just take it a step at a time, OK, Scott?"
     "That's perfect," Scott responded. "Now let me kiss you goodnight."
     The good night kiss was decorous at first; however, it did not take long for Diana and Scott's wild infatuation with each other to take command. The couple was soon passionately French kissing and frantically groping each other. Their hands were exploring everywhere but Diana's bosom and Scott's throbbing cock! The kiss went on for about five minutes. Finally, Diana pulled back. She looked at Scott with obvious resolve in her face. The young beauty had made a decision.
     "Honey, why don't you come over tomorrow afternoon so we can sun bathe by the pool. It's supposed to be hot and sunny. Mrs Riordan will have gone to her sister's, so we can have the place to ourselves."
     "That sounds fantastic," Scott responded. "How about noon? I'll put on a swimming suit and be over."
     "Great," Diana said. She then lifted her mouth to Scott's and gave him an open-mouthed, very passionate, but brief, kiss. "Now get out of here and let me sleep, fella," she smiled.
——O——
Scott spent the morning running a few miles and then working out at the gym. He had trouble focusing on anything but fevered visions of Diana Plimpton's stupendous body and gorgeous face. "Are you all right, Scott?" his mother asked when he returned from the gym. "You seemed to be in outer space!"
     "I'm fine, mom," he responded. "I think it's just a matter of getting used to being back home." The young man then paused for a moment. "By the way, mom, I'm going swimming at a friend's house, and then maybe out to eat or something after that. I'll be back sometime late tonight." Thank God his mother did not ask where he was going swimming. He would have told her if she had asked — Scott was always honest with his parents — but it was simpler not to have to tell his mother about Diana at this point in their relationship.
     Scott put on a pair of bikini swimming briefs; he liked how they looked on his bodybuilder's physique. If things went as expected, he was sure that a giant pole was going to making an almost obscene bulge in those briefs before the afternoon was over. On the other hand, with an eleven-inch cock, even boxer shorts would not make much of a difference. Truly, the better course was simply to let it all stick out!

——O——

Tim was knocking on the Cudahy door at 12:30. He noticed with relief and anticipation that the Jetta was no longer parked by the garage. It looked as if he and Diana were really going to be alone! Wow!
     The dazzling, ultra-buxom beauty opened the door a few seconds later. When he saw her standing in the doorway, Scott realized that if he was going to continue to see Diana, he was going to have to practice not getting blown away by every first glance he had of the gorgeous young girl.
     He definitely failed this time; his first look at Diana took his breath away. Scott guessed she was wearing a bikini; at any rate, she appeared to have on a thong bottom of some sort. Jesus! It was as if her entire bottom was bare!
     Diana had put on a loose wrap over her bikini top; it certainly covered her up, but, Christ almighty, her tits were jutting out through the garment somewhere into next week! What a sight!
     Diana looked at him very shyly, and whispered, "Come on in, handsome!" The shyness seemed to Scott to indicate uncertainty as to just how the couple was going to pick up their relationship after the passion of last night. Diana might be wondering how what had seemed so wonderful last night was going to look today in the harsh light of day.
     Scott stepped into the house, walked over to Diana, and put his hands on her waist. Jesus! Even with his arms flexed, putting his hands on her waist meant that Diana's tits were almost touching his chest. Christ! Diana was so big!
     "It is so great to see you, Diana," Scott whispered in return. "I've been counting the minutes since you walked through that door last night. And now we're together again. You're just a dream, sweetheart."
     "Oh, baby," Diana moaned, and was swept into Scott's arms. Instantly the smitten young fellow and seriously infatuated girl were wildly hugging and kissing in the foyer. The crush of Diana's gigantic breasts against his chest was making Scott's oversized cock swell to amazing proportions. He knew that Diana could feel his growing hard-on; it was just too massive to miss!
     As the couple's tongues searched each other's mouths, Scott had begun to cup and squeeze Diana's world-class, naked ass cheeks. God! They were so firm yet so soft. The combination of that ass, the incredible pressure of those tits, and cushioned lushness of Diana's succulent lips as they ground against his was making Scott start to moan!
     The moaning seemed to motivate Diana to break the kiss; things were definitely getting much too overheated for the druthers of the ultra-breasted young nanny! "Oh, baby, what a hello kiss. But let's not forget why you're here," she instructed with a saucy smile on her face. "We're going to sun bathe." The unimaginably buxom teenager then took Scott by the hand and led him through the back of the house to the pool.

——O——

Diana had spread a bunch of thick beach towels on the concrete apron of the pool. "I hope lying on the cement isn't too uncomfortable, Scott. We can move up to some chaise longues if it is."
     Scott knew that he would be lying a lot closer to Diana on the ground than if each had his own separate chaise longue. The randy young man would have chosen to lie on a bed of nails so long as it allowed him to remain very close to Diana! "That sounds great, honey; lying on the towels is just fine."
     As they stood by the towels, Diana started to unbutton her wrap. Scott felt his mouth start to get dry and his knees to wobble. As the wrap opened up, Scott spotted underneath it an enormous pair of tits that were sort of captured — barely — by a tiny bikini top. On second glance, Scott guessed it was really a huge bikini top; it was just that the breasts the cups of the bikini top were attempting to confine were so huge themselves. Jesus! Scott estimated that three quarters or more of Diana's tit meat was outside the cups. Christ! The bra top did not hide much more than Diana's areolae. Fuck! Scott did his level best to keep his eyes on Diana's face, but the stolen glimpses he was taking of her nearly naked bust were just mind-blowing!
     In fact, in the end he could not stand it. He almost roughly pulled Diana into his arm and slammed his already wide-open mouth against hers.
     The really hot young couple's tongues lashed at each other. Diana's mouth was so slack with passion; he could tell that she was almost going around the bend with lust and need.
     For his part, Scott's cock was now harder than granite. He was so hot! As he had pulled Diana into his arms, he could both see and sense her massive breasts getting squished and distended as they rubbed and slid against his muscular chest. As their mouths fed on each other, Scott could feel a clot of jism slurp out of his cock head. Jesus! The guy was getting just frantic with lust!
     This kiss was so hot! Their mouths opened and closed on each other like fish gasping for air. Their tongues took turns frantically licking the insides of their mouths. At one point Scott took his tongue out of Diana's mouth and began wildly to lick her lips. The two were getting sizzling hot and beginning to lose control.
     Finally, Scott thought maybe he'd better cool it and pull back. He really wanted the two of them to get more and more physically involved only in unison, only when they both were sure it was the right thing to do.
     As the couple disengaged, strings of saliva stretched between their mouths. Jesus! The two hot and bothered young people had nearly mutually swallowed their faces!
     Diana looked up at her partner with awe. She had glanced down and had seen that a giant lump in Scott's suit was nearly bridging the twelve inches that separated the two young people. She longed to reach down and grab hold of the gigantic piece of meat. Jesus! Scott was so huge. She had heard from the other nannies that he was famous in Lake Forest for being so extraordinarily hung — the biggest cock in town, her friends confided — but she had no idea it was going to turn out to be as huge as this! Diana had never seen a lump like that in a guy's pants before! Lord! The stupendously buxom, extraordinarily beautiful teenager started to wonder what she was in for!
     Diana was breathing hard from her sudden discovery of this massive, massive cock aimed at what was now her absolutely dripping pussy. Her lips were swollen from the really wild oral workout. Her skin was flushed with passion. Her eyes were half-open slits. "Oh, baby," she murmured to Scott, "this is too much!" Scott thought he could see a sense of gratitude — or was it disappointment? — in Diana's eyes because he had decided to cool things off for the moment.
     Scott lay down on the pile of towels; he could just sense that it was too soon to push things any further with Diana right now. But, man, she was really getting hot. And so was he. And to top it all she was such a great, sweet person. He was really determined to treat her right! But, still, he knew well what he was longing to do to her right this second!
     Scott took care to lie on his stomach in an undoubtedly futile attempt to hide his raging hard-on. He was so stiff that he half-expected his boner to catapult him into the air like a pole vault! Diana lay down on the adjacent towel on her back; she seemed to be taking pains to stay about six inches away from her obviously overheated date. As she settled in, Scott, out of the corner of his eye, could see her gigantic breasts jiggle and then slop over the sides of her chest. The extremely arousing sight occasioned a another discharge of pre-cum into the young man's swimming trunks. Scott was obviously suffering serious sexual agony!

——O——

The couple lay quietly in the sun for a few minutes. Then they began to chat about nothing in particular, about just this and that. As they talked they inched closer to each other; it was as if a giant magnet was pulling them together. And one was — it was the irresistible force of lust and passion.
     Soon, their bodies were touching from their shoulders to their toes. The erotic feel of Diana's skin against his own was making Scott even stiffer. God! He had been sporting a boner for an unrelieved hour or more already, with no sign of relief in sight! What was this girl doing to him?
     Diana then rolled over onto her side. As she did so she put an arm on Scott's shoulder. He rolled onto his side to face her. Their faces were so close that their noses were almost touching. Scott lovingly put his hand behind Diana's head and drew her mouth to his. The hot couple was soon once again dueling tongues and swapping spit.
     During this passionate embrace, Scott's giant, ultra-rigid boner was jammed up against Diana's body. His cock head was actually poking one of her giant tits. Oh, man!
     No way were Scott and Diana going to be able to walk away from this encounter without engaging in a whole lot of serious love-making!
     When the kiss broke, Diana unburdened herself. "Baby, I'm so gone over you, but this is just going so fast! Too fast! I want to be with you completely, but I don't want to get hurt either. And I don't want to hurt you. God! This is only our second date, and already we're being so intimate with each other. I haven't been like this hot and heavy with a guy since I came to the US." She looked up at Scott imploringly. "Honey, whatever we do, please be honest with me! Don't just treat me like an object. I'm just totally weak with desire for you but please, please, please don't take advantage of me. The truth is that it wouldn't take much for you to do just that. But only do what really feels right, please! Be emotionally honest with me, Scott!"
     By now Scott and Diana were lovingly stroking each other's backs. Their bodies were jammed against each other, and Scott's utterly engorged boner was poking even more strongly into Diana stomach. The crush of her mega-tits against his chest was just awesomely erotic.
     Scott was silent for a moment; then he spoke in a soft whisper to the wonderful, sweet girl who lay in his arms. "Precious Diana," he murmured, "I promise. The truth is that I'm really falling for you, too. And I'm falling hard! I can't believe how fast it's happening, either. But here is what's happening with me — I'm utterly intoxicated by you, I'm so turned on by you that I can't stand it, and I just want to be with you every minute. I'm not going to talk to you about love because love doesn't happen in two days. I am totally obsessed and infatuated with you, though, and I want — I eagerly want — to see things develop between us. I want to see you all weekend; hell I want to see you every weekend. Baby, this is not a weekend fling. This is a relationship I want to explore, to build. And that, precious Diana, is the truth from the bottom of my heart."
     When Scott looked over at Diana, he saw tears trickling down her cheeks. "That's beautiful, Scott, honey. And do you know what? I believe you. And I feel the same way about you, honey! Already you're becoming really special to me, sweet Scott!"
     Scott looked over at Diana with a mixture of the first stirring of love, and a very highly developed sexual desire. But he had been utterly truthful; for once in his life, his declaration to Diana was not just the product of his small head, but of his large head as well. He had known Diana for less than 24 hours, yet he was blown away with consuming lust and affection for the drop-dead gorgeous, ultra-voluptuous young girl who lay jammed up against him on the cushion of beach towels.

——O——

Scott and Diana lay quietly and pensively in each other's arms for a few minutes. There was no kissing and only a little caressing — mostly hugging. Then Scott decided to change the pace. He truly felt that it was now right and proper for the couple to move into a new stage of intimacy. Just as important, Diana was making it clear that she wanted it too.
     "I've got an idea," the young man announced. "Would you like me to put lotion on your back. This sun is so hot!"
     "That would be great," Diana whispered, "Cause I love the feel of your hands so much!"
     Scott squeezed a little lotion into the palm of his hand, rubbed it a bit to get it warm, and then gently but lovingly applied to Diana's shoulders and upper back. Another squeeze led to trips up and down her arms. When he reached her hands, Scott gave each a lingering kiss. By now Diana was fairly purring.
     Scott next rubbed and massaged the extraordinarily buxom young beauty's lower back. He was careful to avoid her bra strap (which he longed to unloose!), and her glistening ass cheeks (which he longed to rub, kiss, and lick!). Instead, the randy young man (who was getting more bothered by the minute!), massaged Diana's feet and then rubbed her calves. The ultra-breasted nanny was now squirming with pleasure.
     While stifling a moan of sexual longing, Scott then began to rub Diana's thighs. They were so sleek, so perfect! He ran his hands up and down the firm, shapely flesh; then he reached down and planted soft kisses on the firm, curvy flesh. "Oh, baby!" Diana moaned; she was clearly getting super-excited as well.
     Scott was at the point of decision; there was no place else for his hands to go but into usually forbidden territory! Based on his feelings for Diana, his mounting sexual excitement, and Diana's increasing moans, Scott decided it was the right time to go for it!
     After heating up a bit more lotion between his palms, Scott began to rub Diana's fantastic ass. Jesus Christ! Her ass cheeks were just perfect! As his fingers glided along and then gently indented the ultra-firm flesh of her butt, Diana made no objection at all. If anything, her moaning increased.
     Scott worked his hands along the side of her hips, and then ran his palms back again over the heartbreakingly perfect globes of ass meat. He was moaning himself. Soon, Scott began to lose control. He leaned down and began to kiss ... well, to slobber, actually, all over Diana's now-squirming butt. "Oh ... oh ... oh! ... Precious!" was all she could say.
     As his hands almost maniacally worked on the firm, perfect ass cheeks, Scott found himself licking the flesh as well. Man! He could taste the bitter flavor of sun tan lotion, but so what! He hoped it wasn't poisonous or toxic, but no matter; he was not going to stop now!
     By now, Scot