Date: Mon, 18 Dec 2000 18:57:25 EST
From: LCDRJMC@aol.com
Subject: The Nanny (Rev 2) 1/4

The Nanny (2nd Revision) by lcdrjmc@aol.com


Prolog

   Jacquelyn Devereux stood in front of the large smoked
plate glass window, and surveyed her domain.  From the
top of one of the high glass towers in downtown Chicago,
the telecommunications specialist contemplated her lot
with satisfaction.
   "Not bad for a second-generation transplant from the
back alleys of Marseilles," she thought.  "Not bad at
all."
   Built from nothing, Devereux Communications was now
one of the dominant forces in the industry.  A satisfying
consequences of that was it allowed her and her beloved
family and friends to live a life of luxury and style in
their large secluded estate north of the city.
   It also allowed them to discretely follow their very
unconventional lifestyles, which, she thought with
glowing contentment, might not always meet the approval
of their more conservative neighbors.  Or the police, for
that matter.
   Turning abruptly from the magnificent view of the
Chicago waterfront, Devereux went to her large mahogany
desk and sat in the plush leather seat.  After sparing a quick
glance around her elegant office, she pulled a key from a
small, secret compartment in the desk and unlocked the
center drawer.  This was where she always kept her
special things, secret things.  From a stack of slim
manila envelopes, she took from the drawer one marked
only by a large red 'F', and carefully opened it.
   Inside the envelope were six single-page personal
summaries, each with an attached small color photograph
in the upper left corner.  She saw with satisfaction that
each photo was the professionally done half-length
portrait of a beautiful young woman.  She closed the
drawer and removed all of the files from the envelope.
She then methodically spread the files out across the
empty top of the large desk.
   "Now, what choices does she have for us this time?"
she said softly, her dark eyes glittering slits behind
the lowered lids.
   Forthingill was very expensive, but her stock was the
best in the trade, no question.
   "Where does she find them?" Jacquelyn quietly
wondered.
   She read each of the files carefully.  After a quick
deliberation, she selected one and returned the rest to
the envelope.
   The name at the top of the sheet read "Valentine,
Athena ****."   The stars were Forthingill's own estimate
of the girl's suitability to her client's needs.  Four
stars was the highest rating possible.
   Forthingill always made it a point to guarantee
nothing.  Her ratings were a measure of potential, and
that was all.  With human nature, nothing was certain.
But, her estimates were inevitably quite accurate, and
well worth the non-refundable, and usually astronomical
price.
  Jacquelyn went down the girl's statistics: parents
divorced, lived from early infancy with strict mother,
equivalent high-school degree based on home tutoring, age
18, height 5'6", weight 110 pounds, bust 35", waist 22",
hips 34", hair blonde, eyes blue, no distinguishing
marks.
   She looked at the girl's portrait again.  "Perfect,"
she thought.  "Just perfect."


The Nanny:  Part I

   Athena Valentine, eager young reporter, reviewed
hopefully what she had just written.

   "Sophisticated professional Miss Athena Valentine,
only 18-years old and already a proven expert in the
demanding field of child-care, watched with wondrous awe
as the greatest metropolis of the mid-west, the sun-
drenched city of Chicago, unfolded beneath her window,
while the gleaming silver airliner made its majestic
approach to O'Hare International Airport."

    It sounded good, but she still wondered if this was
how a naive teenager fresh from nanny school would really
react to her first sight of Chicago?  At least, that was
what she hoped her alter-ego would think it would be
like.
   Athena looked down at her legal pad in disapproval and
lined out her first paragraph.  "A journalism major with
a 3.8 grade-point average and I'm writing this shit,"
she thought with despair.  Some Watergate this was
turning out to be!
   She had been working at the Free Press for less than a
month when her editor called her into his office for a
talk.  He had been working on an idea that required some
superb investigative reporting but had been lacking
someone with the proper skills to make it a reality.
   Her editor had made it sound so exciting.  Her
assignment would be to go undercover and blow the lid off
of what he called the 'Nanny Racket.'  He wasn't really
sure what abuses would be uncovered by her efforts but he
was absolutely certain there had to be something going
on.
   He told her it could be as dramatic as covered-up
child abuse by poorly trained teenagers, or simply just
another excuse to cause harassed parents to part with
their money for more expensive schooling their daughters
would never use.  By following a typical nanny pipeline,
attending school (there was even one in town!) and
actually living for a time with a real family, she would
be the first reporter ever to get to the truth of the
matter.
  Visions of a Pulitzer Prize had suddenly dazzled the
normally level-headed Athena's mind as her editor
continued.
  Either way, he was convinced that the recent rise in
the use of nannies by the wealthier members of society
was sufficient cause for a job of investigative reporting
on the same level that Woodward and Bernstein of the
Washington Post conducted on the legendary Watergate
scandal.
   At the mention of her idols, Woodward and Bernstein,
Athena's heart started fluttering.  As her editor talked
about the job, she could already see herself in the TV
movie based on her exploits.  "My God!" she thought.
"After what they did with 'All The President's Men', God
only knows who they would get to play me!"
   "YES!  Oh, yes!" Athena exclaimed, to the surprise and
delight of her editor.  If this worked out, perhaps she
could get a job as the star reporter on a real newspaper!

    After waiting in the boarding area for two hours past
her departure time, she was beginning to wonder if she
would ever get there.  Outside the glass terminal hordes
of mechanics swarmed over the plane to correct what was
officially announced as a 'minor difficulty.'  "Idiots.
Who were they trying to fool?" she thought scornfully.
   It had been a rough road, but at last she was here,
ready to start her new undercover life as a professional
nanny.  It was such a fantastic opportunity, she could
hardly believe it had happened to her.  They were
actually going to pay her to live in (well, near anyway)
an exciting big city with a wealthy family, and do what
she enjoyed best, playing the crafty investigator on her
unsuspecting hosts.  Of course, there was the minor fact
that she would actually have to take care of little
children, at least part of the time.
   "Ugh!" she thought.  It was a draw-back to be sure, as
she didn't really like the little stinkers, but it was
the only way she could uncover the secret world of the
modern nanny.
   One thing about modern nannies she had found out
already: the pay was excellent.  In fact, she noted with
chagrin that she was making less as an undercover
reporter on per diem for the Free Press than as a nanny
on her first assignment.  This was especially bad
concerning the way they kept referring at the paper to
'marvelous fringe benefits' in lieu of pay.
   But, no matter how she looked at this assignment, it
was perfect for her!  Even her mother would have approved
of it, if she had been able to tell her.  Because her
assignment was so secret, she couldn't tell anyone where
she was going or why.  She could only say that the
paper's travel section was sending her out of town for a
couple of months.
   Now here she was at the airport, a very recent
graduate of nanny school, or as it was officially known:
the Miss Forthingill's School of Child Care for the
Privileged.  It was a terribly exclusive school to get
into, the most expensive in the state.  She had been very
surprised to find that her editor, posing as her guardian
and pulling some strings, had already submitted a false
past for her and gotten her enrolled even before she had
agreed to the assignment, the rat!  She hadn't even
applied and here she was accepted already!
   While at nanny school, she found that her training,
and a few of the other girls', had been somewhat
different from the main student body.  They were always
kept apart, and their training was much shorter, much
more individualized.  The one week of schooling seemed a
bit perfunctory even to Athena, but they said that once
they were assigned to their families, they would find
that experience was truly the best teacher.  They seemed
to focus more on how they should always try to fit in
with the lifestyles of their new families, no matter how
odd or eccentric they might seem, rather than on the
duties of actual child care.
   Although her editor had warned her not to, Athena took
covert notes like crazy in her journal and hoped to have
time later to make sense of it all.
   Surprisingly, she and the others of her special
group were part of the few graduates for whom the school
had obtained an immediate position directly following
graduation.  In Athena's case, it seemed the family was
so eager to have her that they had even sent her an open
airline ticket for the first available flight.
   Athena had wanted to spend some time at home with her
family before going out on her first assignment, but they
were in some kind of child-care crisis in Chicago and
required her services immediately.

   It was well after midnight when, at last, the boarding
announcement was made.
   Not sure of what to do and wanting to remain
inconspicuous, Athena was one of the last passengers to
board.  She followed the dwindling line of embarking
passengers down a long corridor and into the plane.
After showing her pass, the girl was directed to her seat
in the business class section.
   She knew it was vital for her to be in character at
all times, even in situations that had nothing to do with
her assignment.  Her editor had repeatedly warned her
that she had to preserve her undercover identity at all
costs, and to consider such things as nanny school and
this plane trip as an excellent opportunity for practice.
   "If you slip even once, it could cost you the
assignment," he warned.  "You must never leave your role
as the unworldly 18-year old nanny and become the
sophisticated 21-year old college graduate."
   "I can do this," she thought.  "I can play the naive
teenager, out in the world for the first time.  I'll just
pretend I'm my bubble-headed sister.  Talk about easy!"
   Athena considered her sister Alexis to be the pro-
typical high school bimbo.  If not actually retarded, she
must have been very close.  She was a real head-turner,
Athena had to admit, but her lips moved when she read
anything (which wasn't often).  She hated the idea of
having to act like that, of using her looks to get what
she wanted.  It was so demeaning, but this was her chance
at the big time and she wasn't going to do anything to
jeopardize it.
   "Why, this isn't crowded at all," she exclaimed,
acting as if she had never been on a plane before.
   Scattered around the spacious cabin were pairs of
plush recliners, each pair well separated from the
others.  The few business class passengers, having
boarded much earlier, were all settled in and asleep by
the time Athena made her way into the cabin.
   She acted as if she found the numbers and letters on
the cabin walls confusing, and she wandered about the
cabin, waking the occasional passenger and asking them
pleasantly, "Is this my seat?"
   When she asked a sweet-looking little old lady who was
sitting alone, the woman took one startled look up at the
beautiful apparition which had suddenly appeared as if
from magic.  She saw a breath-taking teenager with long
straight blonde hair falling over her shoulders, button
nose, delightful chest covered by a school blazer,
shapely hips, and wide blue eyes.
   The ancient crone glanced quickly about the cabin,
then immediately croaked, "Yes!!"  She gestured with a
withered claw of a hand to the empty seat next to hers.
   "Oh, goody!" said the reporter, trying to act like an
excited teenager.  "A window seat for my very first
flight.  How nice!"
   Athena put her purse down and took off her Forthingill
blazer.  She reached up and tried to place the blazer in
the storage compartment located over her seat.  It was a
reach, but she found that by leaning and stretching over
the old woman she would be able to place her blazer in
the compartment.  She realized that this must be terribly
inconvenient to her new companion and repeatedly
apologized to her about it.
   The giddy ancient would only respond with a kindly but
strangely muffled, "That's all right, dear."
   So intent was she on putting her blazer away and so
nervous that she was finally on the case, Athena didn't
realize that she was unwittingly pressing her jutting
breasts tightly against the old woman's face.
   Finally, Athena had made sure her blazer was neat and
safely put away for the trip.  She was ready to go to her
seat now, and waited for the old woman to politely rise
so that she could pass.  Unfortunately, the woman seemed
quite planted in her seat, and Athena knew that there was
nothing to do but slide in front of her.
  Murmuring a soft but pointed, "Excuse me!" Athena faced
forward and, her hands on the seat in front of her, moved
sideways in front of her companion.  The woman violently
sneezed just as Athena was directly in front of her and
Athena felt the woman's face push right onto the back of
her pleated skirt, at a spot just centered on her firm
behind!  Shocked, Athena found herself pinned against
the seat in front of her as she felt the old woman's
prominent nose work its way between her trembling
buttocks!
   "Oh!" the startled reporter cried.  The mortified
Athena tried to move away but found the woman now held
her by her skirt in a surprisingly strong grip as she
continued to violently sneeze.
   Not knowing what else to do, Athena could only wait
until the old woman finished her sneezing fit.   Each
sneeze caused the woman to pull down tighter on Athena's
skirt, until with a final monstrous "Ka-CHU!" the skirt
fell to the cabin floor.
   Stunned, Athena could only look opened-mouth in horror
at her fallen skirt.  The woman, after drinking in the
pert behind thrusting from underneath the starched white
blouse, placed her trembling hands on the blonde's waist
and guided the shocked girl over to her seat.  Next, she
used her blanket to cover the woman's sculptured nylon-
clad legs.
   "Thank you!" Athena was finally able to say.
   The old woman, terribly apologetic, said "I'm so
sorry!  I'm just a senile old fool.  Please forgive me!"
as she held the torn garment towards Athena in her
shaking hands.
   Touched by the very old woman's obvious sincerity,
Athena could only say, smiling, "It's not your fault,
really.  I forgive you."  She took her skirt and
carefully inspected the damage.
   "Oh, thank you!  Thank you!" the old woman beamed.
"I'm Mrs. Murphy, by the way."
   "Hi!," Athena chirped automatically.  "My name is
Athena.  Athena Valentine."
   "Lovely name," Mrs. Murphy cooed.
   "Thank you."
   "Can it be fixed?" she timorously asked, as the
frowning Athena kept looking at the skirt's fastener.
   "Yes, it was just a few buttons.  Do you have a sewing
kit?"
   "Of course, child.  Listen, since this is obviously
your first ride in an airplane and since I've cause you
more than enough trouble, let me look after you this
trip.  I've flown a great deal and know exactly what to
do."
   "Well," Athena said, hesitantly.  "If it wouldn't be
too much trouble, I would really appreciate that."  She
knew that her sister was constantly on the look-out for
people to help her, so her life would be easier by her
not having to think for herself.
   "Good.  It's settled, then.  So, why don't you lean
back and take it easy and I'll have this skirt of yours
fixed in about ten minutes.  How about a drink, while you
wait?"
   "Yes, thank you.  Any diet soda they have will be just
fine, but only if it's not too expensive.  I'm on a
budget."
   "Don't worry, child, it's on me," she said as she rang
for the steward and, with voice lowered, ordered two
champagnes.
   "Thank you.  You're being very generous."
   "Not at all, child.  Now, we must get you all fastened
in," the old woman stated matter-of-factly as she slid
her hands under Athena's blanket.
   The old woman proved to be quite fumbled-fingered.  It
took her some time to locate the far half of Athena's
seat belt.  She had to run her hand continuously up and
down Athena's upper legs and hip before she found it.
Then, she kept dropping the metal end right between her
thighs, and had to repeatedly reach after it. The
cringing Athena again and again offered to do it herself
as she fought to keep from protecting herself, but it was
obvious to her that Mrs. Murphy was a proud old woman,
because she wouldn't allow the agitated reporter to help
her at all.
   By the time her seat belt was properly fastened,
Athena was feeling very flushed and embarrassed, in spite
of Mrs. Murphy's good intentions.
  Still, in exchange for all of her kindness and good
intentions, Athena felt compelled to tell Mrs. Murphy all
about herself as a new nanny and why she was going to
Chicago.  By the time their drinks had arrived she was
feeling quite thirsty.
   "Oooh, what is this?" she said enthusiastically as she
could after she tasted the disappointing liquid in the
tall, fluted glass.
   "It's a special kind of soft drink they have in
Europe.  I understand it has very few calories."
   "My, it tickles, doesn't it?" Athena giggled, after
carefully sipping the poor vintage.  "Now why," she
wondered, "would this nice old lady want to slip someone
champagne?"
   "Oh, yes.  It surely does.  Now, here's your skirt.  I
had to use smaller buttons than usual, they were all I
had, but otherwise it's good as new."
   Athena moved to slip the skirt on under her blanket,
when the old woman stopped her.  "Oh, no.  You certainly
don't want to do that."
   "I should go to the rest room, you mean."
   "No, that's not it.  You must leave it off, otherwise
it will become terribly wrinkled."
   "Oh, my!  I couldn't do that!  I just couldn't!"
   "Well, okay.  At least let me help you get it on,
then."
   "NO!"  Athena inadvertently shouted.  After seeing the
terribly hurt look on the face of her aged companion, she
softened her protest to, "No, I can do it myself.
Really."
   She opened her seat belt and, after looking guiltily
around the cabin, pulled up her skirt over her legs as
surreptitiously as possible.  Raising herself slightly
above her seat, she pulled it up over her hips.   She
tucked in her blouse and attempted to fastened her skirt.
   Athena discovered she had a problem with her skirt's
new buttons.  They were so small they could hardly stay
in their holes.  She would have to replace them as soon
possible after she arrived at her new home.
   She looked over at her companion and saw tears rolling
down the kindly old woman's face.  "Oh, my!" thought
Athena.  "I've done a terrible thing.  I must have really
hurt her, and all she wanted was to help me."
   After taking a deep breath and knowing she would
probably regret this, Athena gently told her, "Tell you
what, Mrs. Murphy.  You can help me all you like from now
on, okay?"
   Mrs. Murphy's smile of pure joy lit up the cabin in
its brilliance.  "I can?  Oh, thank you!  Thank you!"
gushed the cunning old crone.  "Most won't let me do much
of anything anymore.  Too old, I guess."
   "Nonsense!  You are just fine.  Here, why don't you
(gulp!) fasten my seat belt for me again.  I always have
trouble with those silly things."  The things she had to
do, Athena thought.
   And so it went for the first two hours of the flight.
Athena surprisingly found her aged business-class
companion to be truly a joy and a treasure.  When Mrs.
Murphy wasn't telling her of spellbinding stories of her
youth (mining gold in the Yukon, making movies with Mack
Sennett), she would always be doing things for her,
watching over her.  She was such an interesting
character, Athena could hardly wait to write her into her
article!  Besides, it felt so nice to be fussed over for
a change, even if by a total stranger.  Mrs. Murphy was
always making sure she was properly tucked in and her
seat belt fastened.  Of course, she had to reach under
her blanket to do that, and then always had to search
around some to find the buckle, because the poor dear
would always keep forgetting where it was.
   It would have been embarrassing if it hadn't been so
funny.  There they would be, quietly laughing in the
darkened cabin, as the red-faced woman kept feeling
around in her confusion under Athena's blanket, running
her hands all over the young woman's nubile body in
search of the elusive buckle.  Sometimes, in her
enthusiasm, the woman would mistakenly undo Athena's
clothing and have an even worse time trying to refasten
everything once she finally found the buckle.  It was
during those times when Mrs. Murphy would be fumbling
endlessly between her upper thighs for the seatbelt
buckles (Athena couldn't believe just how often the silly
things would come undone and fall there of all places!)
that the reporter felt especially grateful for the
pantyhose she was wearing.
   Such sessions would usually leave Athena quite
breathless when the old woman was finally done and the
young traveler was properly fastened in her seat once
again.  She knew of course that Mrs. Murphy could not
possible be aware of what she was doing to her, yet she
still wished that the old woman would not touch her
between the legs so much when she was fumbling around
under the blanket.  It was normally just a casual
brushing or two, but sometimes her helper would actually
rest her hand right on top of Athena's escalating heated
sex while her other hand continued its incessant search
for the slippery ends to Athena's seatbelt between the
increasingly agitated girl's trembling thighs!
   Athena realized that the sweet old woman was only
trying to help her, but her misguided efforts were
causing Athena all sorts of problems.  The continuous if
unintentional touching of her body was starting to cause
her great distress.  The old hands, clumsy with age yet
surprisingly gentle in their touch, were all over her,
but seemed mostly to be always fumbling between her
thighs or brushing over her sensitive breasts, and always
for the best of reasons.
   It had been cute in the beginning.  This terribly old
woman, trying her awkward best to be of assistance to the
naive teenage girl the beautiful 21-year old Athena was
pretending to be for her story.
   However, it had now gotten way out of hand, and
Athena, her mind clouded with fatigue and champagne,
hadn't the faintest idea of what to do about it.  It was
her own fault for allowing it to start in the first
place, she knew.  She did it simply so as not to hurt the
old lady's feeling, thinking that it would soon be over.
But, to her surprise, it didn't end!  Mrs. Murphy
continued to 'help' her again and again.
   Her abused breasts felt swollen inside their cups, the
nipples incredibly erect.  Her heart was racing madly
under her heaving chest.  With dismay, she could even
feel her vaginal fluids start to soak the crotchband of
her French-cut panties.  Soon even her tight pantyhose
would be wet, and then where would she be?  All of her
underwear was with her luggage in the cargo compartment
underneath the plane.
   Now the dizzy and confused reporter felt very heated
and confined inside of her disheveled clothes.  How could
they let the plane get this warm, she wondered?  She
could feel the sweat forming along her hairline and
running between her breasts, yet she hated to give up the
protection of her blanket, vaguely uneasy at the thought
of what might happen without it.  Her pantyhose was
feeling especially uncomfortable to her, it was so hot!
   If she didn't know better, it was almost as if she was
being deliberately sexually stimulated against her will.
   She immediately felt ashamed at having such a thought
about the pathetic old lady.  "She's not evil, for God's
sake," Athena told herself.  Mrs. Murphy was just
obviously reaching the lonely end of a very long and
gaudy life.  She should be pitied, and even humored, not
feared.
   "It's from being so tired," Athena thought.  "That's
when the real nutty ideas start to surface."
   Still, it was all terribly embarrassing, Athena
realized, for her to be feeling so surprisingly tingly
this way.  If only she weren't so tired and could think
clearly, she was sure she could find a simple solution to
this silly dilemma.
   All she had to do was to find a place where she could
be alone for a while and freshen up a bit.  Some cold
water on the face and she would be just fine.
   "I know," Athena reasoned.  "I'll just go to the
restroom.  She could never follow me there!  If I stay
long enough, Mrs. Murphy will probably just go to sleep,
anyway.  She is, after all, a very aged individual who,
if I'm this tired, must be feeling absolutely exhausted."
   "Ah, excuse me, Mrs. Murphy," Athena told her helper,
"but I need to use the lavatory."
   "Of course, dearie.  But, hurry back, please.  It will
be so very lonely sitting here without your kindness and
understanding."
   Athena, her heart breaking after what the lonely old
woman told her, took a deep breath, stood and waited for
her to move, so she could get by her.  Mrs. Murphy,
however, had her eyes closed and seemed lost in though.
   Feeling very sorry for her, the last thing Athena
wanted to do now was to disturb this very sad old person.
   "Well, at least she won't bother me this time," Athena
thought confidently as she started to pass in front of
Mrs. Murphy.   However, when she was directly in front of
her aged traveling companion, Athena once again felt
those surprisingly strong hands on her hips.
   "Damn!" Athena muttered quietly.  "Not again!"
   "I knew this would happen," she heard Mrs. Murphy
mutter with disapproval behind her.
   "What happened, Mrs. Murphy?" quietly asked Athena,
patiently.
   "Your skirt!  I told you that you should have left it
off, but nobody listens.  Now look at it!  It's nothing
but a mass of wrinkles, all across the back."
   About to tell her that it was really all right, Athena
was startled to feel the old woman's hands move briskly,
lightly brushing the skirt's material up-and-down where
it covered the rounded contours of her sensitive behind!
   "Oh, my!"  she gasped.  "Mrs. Murphy, what are you
doing?" Athena whispered fiercely.
   "Getting ride of these foolish and senseless wrinkles
of yours," the woman replied matter-of-factly.
   "I...I can do that, myself.  Really,"  the blushing
Athena whispered.
   "Don't be silly.  I'll just smooth it out right here,
the way we did it before there were irons.  Don't worry,
my child.  Everything will be fine in just a jiffy."

   So the unsuspecting Athena remained stoically there as
Mrs. Murphy's hands continued their up-and-down path on
the back of Athena's skirt, actually rubbing her buttocks
now as they continued smoothing away the wrinkles.
What Athena could not see was the look of mad joy on the
face of the old woman seated behind her, the gleam of
blatant longing burning in her watery yellow eyes.

   Athena stood patiently, waiting for the woman to hurry
up and finish.  She hoped fervently that no one was
watching this.  God only knows what they would think,
with some old lady brushing her behind like that.  Athena
stole a quick look around the darkened cabin, but
everyone appeared fast asleep.

   While Athena was worried about onlookers, Mrs. Murphy
changed her tactics.  Her hands were now squeezing more
than rubbing the tight young ass before her.  The
buttocks quivered under the assault but Mrs. Murphy
persistently continued her expert manipulations on the
succulent half-moons until she could hear the beautiful
young girl quietly panting.  It was time.

   Uncomfortably aware that something was different,
Athena wasn't sure what it was.  She tried discretely to
look down and behind her but couldn't see anything in the
dark shadows with her limited movement.  She certainly
didn't want to make a scene for the old woman about
something so innocent as the unusual way she had of
removing wrinkles.  Besides, Mrs. Murphy had a kind heart
and certainly meant well.  Athena knew that, while it was
certainly embarrassing, she wasn't really hurting
anything.
   A few moments later Athena stifled a scream when she
felt the old woman's hands, after reaching the hem of her
short skirt once again, had somehow slipped under her
skirt, traveled up the backs of her thighs, and continued
their rubbing and kneading directly on her sensitive
but still covered buttocks.
   "Oh my God!" Athena wailed quietly to herself as she
tried to cringe from Mrs. Murphy's wrongly-placed hands.
"She missed!  The old woman missed my skirt!  How could
she not notice that she missed?"
   "My goodness!" croaked Mrs. Murphy.  "You poor dear!"
   "What?" finally whispered a frantic Athena as she
felt the old woman's hands freely moving over her behind
and between her thighs.  "What is it?"
   "Runs!  Your stockings have these terrible runs in
them."
   "Oh, no!"  They were a brand new pair, too!  "Where?
I can't see them," said Athena as she turned her head and
tried to peer down into the narrow darkness between the
seats.
   "Here.  I'll show you."
   Athena gasped as she felt her pantyhose being pulled
down her hips.
   "Oh, no!  Please don't!" she cried as quietly as she
could.
   Instinctively, Athena tried jerking forward to escape
the embarrassing hands, but soon found herself leaning
precariously over the back of the empty seat in front of
her.  She couldn't believe it!  She had to use her hands
on the seat's arm rests to keep from toppling over the
seat back completely and waking the person asleep in the
next chair.  With her feet dangling uselessly over the
floor of the airplane and her bottom high in the air
behind her and her pantyhose bunched down around her
knees, she was now completely helpless to the whims
of the senile old woman, not to mention having her
defenseless panty-covered bottom totally exposed to
anyone who cared to flip up her skirt for a look!

   A delighted Mrs. Murphy stood up and surveyed with joy
the delectably tight ass now so prominently displayed by
the clumsy girl.  She removed the girl's pumps and pulled
off the perfectly good pantyhose, then replaced her
shoes.  The old woman just loved sexy pumps on bare legs
like that.  After quickly flipping the back of the skirt
up over the girl's hips, she found that during the
Athena's unexpected jump, the thin elastic waistband of
her panties had caught on one of Mrs. Murphy's long
fingernails.  It had lowered the waistband, so that the
upper swells of the wondrous buttocks and a tantalizing
hint of the center crease were now exposed in the
dim light.  Always the most tricky part of a seduction,
the exquisitely slow, beginning-fall of a girl's panties
was invariably to Mrs. Murphy the point of no return.
Once that was allowed to happen, the girl belonged to
her, absolutely.
   "And here the poor girl has done it to herself.  How
marvelous!" thought Mrs. Murphy.
   While working expertly on the firm buttocks, now only
protected be the thin panties, Mrs. Murphy began to
cautiously lower the waistband even more.  When she got
the girl used to a certain level, she would lower it
again.  At the same time, she began to slyly touch the
squirming girl's vulnerable crotchband of her panties.
The fact that they were very damp there did not escape
her happy notice.  Not hearing any protests, she
stepped up her expert teasing of the panty-covered cunt,
and was soon rewarded by an ever increasing seepage of
sweet smelling vaginal secretions.  Her victim, squirming
less and less, was obviously ready!


The Nanny:  Part Two

   Overwhelmed by sensations, her dizziness increased by
her ridiculous upside-down position, the inexperienced
Athena no longer had any idea about what was happening
behind her.  All she knew for certain was that she was
turning on to the old woman's touch!  She could sense it.
Her body was responding sexually to the old woman's
actions!  Athena couldn't believe it.  It wasn't
possible.  Yet, she knew for certain that she would
surely loose control, possible even climax, unless she
could get away from those hands, and quickly.
   Silently, for she was terrified of someone seeing her
like this, she writhed back and forth over the seat back,
trying to slide sideways to the aisle on her left and
thereby escape the hands which were unwittingly abusing
her bottom so freely.  But, for all her attempts to
escape, all she managed to accomplished was to start
unknowingly open her too-small skirt buttons.  Soon, only
one button held closed the waist of the loosened skirt.

   When the panties had been lowered so that the perfect
buttocks were half-exposed to view, Mrs. Murphy stopped.
She knew that the unsuspecting girl could be taken now at
any time, but she wanted it to it be very special, very
delicate.  It must happen in the most humiliating way
possible for the unsuspecting girl.  "Serves her right
for being so young and beautiful!" Mrs. Murphy cackled
quietly to herself.

   Finally, on the verge of fainting from all that was
being done to her, Athena felt her skirt being pulled
back over her raised bottom.  Unbelievably, she heard the
golden words for which she had been waiting for so long,
"All done, dear.  You're wrinkle free and good as new."
   "Thank God!" she whispered.  Her ordeal was over!
   Overwhelmed with relief, Athena tried to push herself
back over the chair.  With horror, she suddenly realized
that her arms just weren't strong enough, and if she
tried to pull herself over, she would surely wake the
person sleeping right next to her.  "Oh, no! It just
isn't fair!" she moaned.
   With a sinking heart, she realized there was only one
way to get out of this terrible predicament: Mrs. Murphy!
   Steeling herself for what was to come, Athena
whispered as loud as she dared, "Mrs. Murphy?"
   "Yes, dearie.  I'm right here," the old woman said
quietly.
   "I...I can't get up.  Could you help pull me back,
please?"
   "Of course, dearie.  Didn't I say I would always be
here to help you?"
   "Yes, you did.  Thank you."
   Athena stiffened when she felt Mrs. Murphy's hands
slide under her skirt again and go up to her waist.  She
couldn't complain to her about it now, because she needed
her help to get back over the seat before a stewardess or
passenger came by and saw her.
   Puzzled, a very nervous Athena felt the woman's hands
move past her waist under her blouse.  "Now what was she
up to?" Athena wondered.

   The old woman could feel Athena's body trembling as
she lightly ran her fingers along the young girl's sweaty
ribs, tracing each one with a feathery touch as her hands
continued toward those magnificent teenage breasts.  When
she finally reached them, her hands were shaking as well.
She hadn't had such a pretty young thing for many years.
   She clasped each bra-covered breast firmly, moving her
thumbs over the quickly erect nipples.
   The dazed Athena was soon gasping for air as Mrs.
Murphy continued to unmercifully tease her hyper-
sensitive nipples through the confining bra.
   "OOOhhh," Athena involuntarily moaned.  "What are you
doing?" the dazed reporter asked as she felt her blouse
being pulled out of her skirt and something magical began
to happen to her highly sensitive breasts.  She just had
to get away.  She had to get to the restroom, it was her
only hope!

   Mrs. Murphy continued to play with the remarkably pert
breasts.  They were so wonderful, she could do this all
night.  But, time was wasting and the flight would not
last forever.  Finally satisfied at Miss Valentine's
mind-blown and highly aroused condition, she moved her
hands to the girl's narrow waist and easily pulled her
back over the seat.

   Athena, completely dazed and disoriented by her
experience, could only stand trembling for a moment,
trying to get her breath back.  She vaguely felt the
woman's hands slide back down her hips and thighs.  What
she didn't notice was that her panties had slid down with
them, and were now puddled uselessly around her ankles.
   Suddenly Athena felt a surprising chill.  She didn't
know from what. Athena pressed her hands against the
sides of her head, trying to steady her spinning mind.
She couldn't think anymore.  "Oh, I feel so dizzy," she
moaned.
   She felt very close to fainting.  "OOOhhhh!" the very
light-headed Athena moaned as swayed back and forth.  "I
don't feel well!"
   Mrs. Murphy took the befuddled girl by the hips and
slightly walked her first one way and then another, until
she noticed the panties fall off the girl's ankles and
onto the floor.
   After kicking the panties away, Mrs. Murphy reached
under the pulled-out blouse, slid her hands around the
girl's smooth torso, and placed them on the girl's bra-
covered breasts.  She contentedly kneaded the firm
mammaries, occasionally pinching the jumping girl's
lovely hard nipples through the bra.  She didn't stop
until a sufficiently worried Athena anxiously pulled
the old woman's hands away from their intimate touching.
   "Hey!  That wasn't right!" an indignant Athena
sputtered quietly.
   "It's what they taught us to do in the WPA," said a
sweetly smiling Mrs. Murphy.  "Worked, didn't it?  Are
you still dizzy?"
   "Well, no.  I'm not," a surprised Athena admitted,
although her breathing was very rapid and the plane
still seemed to be doing acrobatics.  Still, her poor
breasts felt like they had swollen to twice their size.
Her bra was squeezing them like two large hands, which
caused her nipples to ache.  She just had to get to a
restroom!
   "I'm going to the restroom now," Athena announced
firmly, feeling on the verge of a nervous breakdown.  She
had to get away from those innocent, wandering hands that
were driving her crazy.
  "I don't see why not," said Mrs. Murphy.  "You're old
enough."
   In the aisle, Athena stood for a moment trying to
steady herself on what now seemed to her like very, very
high heels.  As she took a step she faltered and
unexpectedly sat down on the armrest of an occupied seat
on the aisle.  Desperate to get away before she disturbed
the sleeping passenger, Athena didn't feel her skirt
catching around the armrest, or the popping open of the
last button before it finally came free.

   The woman smiled as she watched the girl stagger
toward the business-class lavatories with her skirt
barely clinging to her hips.  "A few more steps, and it
will be gone," the woman thought happily, as she looked
around the plane to see if anyone was watching, not that
she really cared.  The cabin was peaceful and dark, with
everyone obviously sleeping.  "Too bad," she whispered,
chuckling evilly.  "They're missing quite a show."
   Her sharp eyes went back to the weaving girl.

   "God!  What has that senile old woman done to me?"
Athena wondered.  Her mind was so clouded that she could
hardly make out anything that wasn't right in front of
her.  Her body was positively tingling, especially her
aching breasts.  Even her terribly sensitive pussy seemed
affected by all that had happened.  She had never felt so
aroused, so sexually turned on in her life!  Was it
because of the bad champagne she had drunk earlier?  It
must have been.  Surely it wasn't from the old woman who
was just trying to help her?
   She continued slowly weaving down the aisle, using
seats for support, not sure if she could even make it.
She was totally unaware that the only thing holding up
her skirt was the gentle swell of her hips and buttocks.
For every step she took, her skirt slipped down a tiny
bit, until it rode very low on her hips, indeed.
   Only four steps from the cross-hallway containing the
lavatories, Athena needed to stop a moment.  Her
dizziness had returned, and seemed even worse than
before.  Too much had happened to her, and her nervous
system was just about overwhelmed.
   Athena leaned against a storage compartment, gathering
her strength for the final part of her journey.  Already,
in just the short time she had been away from her sad
companion, she felt better, her body a little more under
control.  Athena was vaguely aware that something about
her skirt wasn't right, but she was sure it could wait
until she was in someplace private.  If only her head
didn't spin so much!
   She checked the lavatory indicator signs and
thankfully noticed that all were unoccupied.  As she
resumed her walk, her skirt caught a loose buckle from
the storage compartment and slid unnoticed to the floor.
   Completely naked from the waist down, Athena stepped
over what she thought was a blanket someone had tossed
into the aisle and continued into the first lavatory she
found.
   She closed the folding door and changed the sign on
the lock to 'Occupied.'  The bright lavatory lights came
on and painfully blinded her.  Even with that discomfort,
though, Athena breathed a sigh of relief.  She could
finally relax.
   Already, Athena knew that this was going to be good
for her.  Even now, she felt cooler than she had all
evening.  It was wonderful!  Okay, so she would have to
keep her eyes closed because of the light.  She still
wished she could stay here the entire flight and enjoy
the coolness.
   The light still being very painful to her, Athena with
eyes closed took a deep breath, then began feeling around
for the toilet.  Quickly finding it, she turned to sit on
the closed metal lid.  There she would wait for her head
and body to return to normal.
  But the moment her behind hit the seat she jumped up
and shivered.  Suddenly, she was covered in goose bumps!
She was freezing!  Why the hell was she so cold?  After
all, she was dressed, wasn't she?
   She shielded her eyes and looked down in the painful
glare.  Her jaw dropped in shock as she found herself
staring at her trimmed blonde pubic triangle, glowing in
the bright light just below her blouse.  Her skirt was
gone, and so were her panties!  In disbelief that such a
catastrophe could actually happen to her, she quickly she
slid her hands down her hips.  In absolute horror, all
she could feel was herself.
   "Oh my God!!"  It was true!  She frantically looked
around the small compartment, but it was empty.  Her
missing clothes were not there.  Athena moved to open the
door, then remembered her condition.  She unbuttoned her
blouse, pulled it off her shoulders, and wrapped it
around her front.   Using one hand to hold her blouse in
place, she opened the lavatory door enough to stick her
head out, and quickly checked the hall outside the
lavatory, but the floor there was also clear.
   In disgust, she closed the door and tried to think of
what had happened.  It was her own stupid fault, of
course.  She had gotten so worked up about that foolish
old woman that she forgot to take care of herself.  Now
she was trapped in an airplane bathroom, still reeling
from bad champagne and naked from the waist down!  Her
face burned red from the embarrassment!.
   She thought about calling the stewardess for help, but
that idea lasted for only a moment.  What would she tell
her?  How could she ever explain this?  "My skirt got
ripped by this woman and she tried to fix it, and I was
drinking and...."  God, who would believe her?  It
sounded crazy, even to her.
   Desperately, Athena looked around for something to
cover herself with better than her blouse, which no
matter how she arranged it, still left a lot of her body
showing.  She needed something better, so that she could
go back and look for her missing clothes.
  All she had available to use were paper towels.  Damn!
She put aside the blouse and carefully spread out several
towels on the toilet seat, making sure it was covered
with at least two layers.  With a sigh, she sank defeated
on the cold metal seat, and draped her blouse over her
naked legs for warmth.
  Athena put her head in her hands and began to cry.  Her
mind was too clouded to think of any way out of the mess
she, an intelligent woman, had gotten herself into.

   When the girl turned the corner, with the agility of a
cat the old woman scooped the panties off the floor and
brought them up to her nose.  She inhaled deeply,
savoring the delectable aroma of youth.  They all seemed
to have a different smell to them.  But the smell was
always sweeter when they looked like Athena.  As she
walked toward the lavatories, she inhaled again.  Sweet.
   As she neared the lavatories, Mrs. Murphy picked up
Athena's skirt.  Soon she stood in front of the only
closed bathroom door.  After licking her lips, she called
out quietly, "Athena, dear, are you in there?"
   The girl's head quickly jerked up.  "Yes!" she said
nervously, making sure the door was truly locked.
"What is it?"  Athena really wanted to tell her to just
go away, but what if Mrs. Murphy had found her missing
clothes?
   The old woman decided to torture the girl a little.
"Why don't you come back to your seat so we can talk?"
   "I can't," Athena replied, sounding totally defeated..
"Just leave me alone, please.  I'll be out in a few
minutes."
   Athena stood and looked at her reflection with disgust
in the mirror over the sink.  "What a sight!" she
thought.  "The star investigative reporter (what a
joke!), herself half-exposed, and trapped in an airplane
bathroom.  This couldn't get any worse!"
   "Why can't you come out, child?"  Mrs. Murphy hadn't
had this much fun in months.
   Athena had to tell her.  There was no other way,
because she just couldn't do this alone.  In spite of all
the trouble her aged companion had caused her, Athena
knew that Mrs. Murphy actually wanted to help her, even
if her efforts usually ended in complete disaster.
   "It's very embarrassing," she finally whimpered.
"I...I've lost my...my skirt and panties.  I don't know
where.  Can you please help me find them?"
   Athena fought back the tears that were slowly building
up in her eyes again.  Never had she been so embarrassed,
or humiliated in her life, having to beg for help from a
senile old woman who couldn't even take care of herself,
because she somehow had lost half her clothes on an
airplane.
   "You poor thing.  So, you're the one these belonged
to.  I found them in the middle of the aisle, right by
our seats, and was just on my way to take them to a
stewardess to put in their lost-and-found."
   "Oh, no!  Don't do that!" shouted Athena through the
door, frightened with visions of being trapped half-naked
forever in this small lavatory.
   "You don't have to yell.  I'm not deaf, at least not
yet."
   Athena couldn't believe what she heard.  Mrs. Murphy
had her missing clothes right outside the door, and she
was upset because of a raised voice.  "I'm...I'm very
sorry.  I didn't mean to yell at you."
  "Apology accepted.  Now, let me in and I'll give them
to you," the woman said gleefully.
  Athena debated quickly if she should open the door in
just her bra, but decided the chance of someone passing
by was just too great.  She put on her blouse and so
hastily buttoned it that she did it incorrectly, but,
rather than take precious time to redo it, figured there
would be plenty of time later to fasten them properly.
  She stood close behind the wall next to the door, then
leaned in front of the door by bending at the waist.
That way, the most anyone would see of her would be her
head and shoulders.  She would appear fully dressed to
anyone passing by.
   Athena, of course, forgot about the mirror on the wall
behind her.
   She opened the door just a little, and peeked out.
Satisfied that the woman did in fact have her clothes,
she extended her opened hand through the narrow opening.
   "Thanks," Athena said.  "You're a life saver."
   The old woman had a clear view of the mirror through
the partially opened door, and savored the sight of the
young woman's firm buttocks, gleaming in the harsh light
of the lavatory.
   "No, I'd better help you," Mrs. Murphy said, as she
brushed aside the hand and boldly forced open the door of
the lavatory.
   She walked into the small compartment.  "You might
have torn something," she explained.  We don't want you
to lose them again, now do we?"
   Startled at this unwelcome intrusion, Athena backed up
against the counter, and gasped when she felt the cold
metal on her bare buttocks.  But to her dismay, Mrs.
Murphy kept coming towards her until she had driven the
girl up on the counter.  Athena now was half sitting,
half standing in the small bathroom, using her hands to
cover her small blonde muff.
   "Look, I'm sure they are fine," Athena panted, still
trying to get her breath back after being shocked by the
cold metal.  "Could you please, please just leave them on
the counter and hurry back to your seat?  Please?  Oh,
God!  The door's still open!"
   "Oh, don't be silly.  Everyone is fast asleep.
Besides, all they could see is me here in the door way.
Look, the room is way to small for us both.  Now, the
sooner you let me help you, the sooner we can get you
dressed and go back to our seats."
   "Okay, okay!" Athena gasped, frantic with worry that
someone might see her.  "You can help.  Now, my skirt!"
   "Let's fix that top first."
   "What?"
   "Your top isn't right.  It needs fixing."
   "Oh, God!" Athena groaned.  She felt she was close to
fainting from the shear tension of being without her
clothes.  She knew that the stubborn old woman would
never quit until she had her own way.  They could land
like this and she would still be standing there,
patiently arguing with her.  Athena knew she just had to
give in, otherwise she would never get dressed!
   Athena looked nervously at the woman, but knew she had
no choice.
   "Okay!" she whispered fiercely.  "Fix it!  Fix
anything you like!  But, please hurry up.  You don't know
how embarrassing this is for me, to be dressed like
this."
   "Why are you embarrassed?  You look just fine.  Now,
put your hands down so I can reach all the buttons and
I'll fix that blouse of yours."
   "Oh, God!" she moaned, and very reluctantly lowered
her protecting hands.  Athena waited nervously, half-
sitting on the small, metal counter, with her hands
flapping uselessly at her sides.  She was  waiting for a
sick old woman to help her straighten her blouse, so she
could finally get her panties and skirt from her.  It was
insane!
   "You look tired dear.  Why don't you close your eyes
and I'll have this blouse fixed in no time?"
   Athena suddenly felt very tired.  To take a nap here
though?  She just didn't know.  Athena knew she hadn't
been thinking clearly for some time now.  She was still
dizzy and all of this anxiety had worn her nerves to a
frazzle.  Perhaps Mrs. Murphy was right after all.  She
desperately needed to relax.  With her eyes closed maybe
the room wouldn't spin so much.  Besides, it would
probably made the ordeal seem to go by that much quicker
if she didn't have to watch Mrs. Murphy painfully
fumbling with her clothes.  Athena, praying that no one
would walk by, leaned back against the wall and closed
her eyes.

    "Ah, at last!" mouthed Mrs. Murphy silently.  This
was what she had been waiting for all evening, to get her
hands on this vulnerable young beauty in front of her.

   Athena waited for the woman to quickly fix her top.
It seemed to be taking forever, though.  The woman would
button it, then unbutton it all the way down, then say,
"I don't seem to be any better at it than you, dear."
   The girl, her mind trying to get a grip on reason in a
room that insisted on spinning slowly, could only listen
to the old woman as those fumbling hands seemed to always
end up on her sensitive breasts, with those old fingers
tugging at her bra straps, or on the lacy cups.  Athena
jumped as the fingers always ended up rubbing against her
nipples, which seemed to be very susceptible to the
touching, and had become remarkably hard.
   Athena eventually passed a pleasant threshold where
Mrs. Murphy and what she was doing with her seemed very
far away, and didn't really have anything to do with her
at all.  Now feeling safely distant, Athena began
enjoying the expert manipulation of her breasts, which
was sending strong sexual tingles through-out her
beautiful body.

   Mrs. Murphy, watching the girl's face for a reaction
to her actions, finally found what she had been waiting
for.  The girl was faintly smiling.  Even better, the
smile grew the more the old woman worked on the fantastic
breasts.  She left the blouse unbuttoned and pushed it
off the girl's shoulders.  It sank down on the counter
around the girl's wrists, leaving her totally naked
expect for a tiny bra and a sexy pair of black pumps.
Her educated fingers glided over the now-exposed and
truly wonderful flesh above Athena's waist.

   Athena shivered as she suddenly got another surprising
chill.  Her breasts were practically glowing with
pleasure from all of the old woman's fumbling.  She
wasn't sure why that should be so, but in her current
detached frame of mind she really didn't care.  Her bra
seemed to be getting tighter and tighter.  It must be
just her imagination, she thought.  Her breasts couldn't
be getting bigger.
   She had to fight an insane urge to take her bra off
right in front of the old woman, and touch her own
tingling tits.  Why did they feel so good right now of
all times? she wondered.
   In fact, Athena's whole upper body felt like it was
being teased by tiny feathers, running along her skin.
It felt so good she didn't want it to end.  She thought
about opening her eyes but she was just too comfortable,
and she knew that nothing but Mrs. Murphy was happening
anyway.  Besides, she didn't want to embarrass the woman
while she was trying to help her.

   The old woman hands worked their magic up and down the
Athena's glowing upper body.  Lightly, she ran her
fingers over the firm flesh, until by the feel of her
heated skin she knew it was time.  Mrs. Murphy put both
hands on the front clasp of Athena's bra and opened it.
The girl's breasts seemed to explode from the cups, first
shaking and bouncing, then settling slightly, with the
cups just clinging to the hard nipples poking against
them.

   All Athena seemed to notice was that her bra wasn't so
terribly tight anymore.  It felt so good that she took
several deep breaths, rejoicing at the lack of
constraint, at the same time Mrs. Murphy pushed the bra
straps off her shoulders.  The bra quickly joined her
blouse, bunched up around the now totally nude girl's
wrists.

   The old woman knew she didn't have much time.  There
was bound to be someone that would want to use the
restroom and ruin her fun.  So, she had to move a little
faster than normal.  Quickly, she grabbed the young
woman's  breasts and squeezed the firm young flesh
between her fingers.  When the only reaction she got was
a sweet low moan, she began to tease Athena's nipples
until the girl started to wiggle around on the counter
and automatically moved her shoulders back to push her
marvelous chest towards the delighted old woman.

   What was happening to her? Athena wondered.  Her head
was now spinning out of control, and her tits felt like
someone was really playing with them, especially her
nipples.  Her nipples seemed to have a mind of their own.
They had never felt so hard or alive.  She could even
feel her pussy getting wet!  That's not what she needed
now, with this woman standing right in front of her
trying to button her blouse.  Athena tried to reconnect
with the real world, but found it very hard to do so.
She tried briefly to open her eyes but the harsh light
blinded her again and made her feel even dizzier.  She
knew she had to get dressed and back to her seat, before
she was too dizzy to stand up.
   "Please hurry!  I'm getting a little dizzy for some
reason," Athena said almost to low for the woman to
heard.
   "Just about got it.  Now if you would stand up, we can
see what we can do about your panties and skirt."
   "Oh, thank you."  Mrs. Murphy told her the blouse was
done, and that was good enough for her.
   Eyes still closed, Athena tried to stand, but she
teetered forward against the old woman in front of her,
and left her bra and blouse behind her on the floor.
  "Oops a daisy," Mrs. Murphy said.
   Athena could feel the old woman wrap her arms around
her waist and spin her around.  Athena didn't even sense
that now the old woman was in the center of the restroom
and she was outside of her, facing the open doorway,
without a stitch of clothing on but her sexy little
pumps.  She sensed that if the old woman had let go of
her, she would certainly have toppled over.  As she had
always know, Mrs. Murphy was truly her guardian angel!

   Mrs. Murphy took one hand and skillfully ran it down
the befuddled reporter's shapely buttocks, then between
her legs, and rested it directly on her vulva.

   Athena's mind clear for an instant from the touch.
"Oh!  What are you doing?" she gasped in surprise.
   "Be quiet child.  You wouldn't want me to put your
panties on with you being so wet would you?"  the old
woman said as she quickly slid one finger in the steaming
girl's pussy.
   As quickly as her mind had cleared, it fogged over
again.  The old woman was right, of course.  If she put
her panties on when she was so wet, they would be so
uncomfortable.  The woman was so nice to be helping her
like this.
   "Thanks," Athena answered.  She moved forward slightly
and was now standing right in the lavatory's open
doorway.  If anyone had come across the scene, they would
have seen a naked young woman standing in the doorway of
an airplane restroom arching her back.  They wouldn't
have seen an old woman behind her, smiling as her slid
two more fingers inside the girl's grasping pussy,
fucking her slowly.

   Mrs. Murphy worked her fingers into the girl's pussy
with perfect motion.  Athena never knew why she was
getting wetter instead of drier as the woman helped her.
All she knew was she was getting even dizzier and her
breathing was becoming more staggered.  If there wasn't a
kind old woman behind her trying to help her, she would
swear there was something moving in and out of her pussy.
   Athena had to lean forward, she was getting so dizzy.
Bending forward at the waist, with her hands on her
knees, she breathed deeply, trying to clear her head and
ignore the powerful sensation that was rapidly building
between her legs.

   Seeing the naked girl bend over was just too perfect,
thought Mrs. Murphy.  The old woman gently pushed on the
small of the girl's back until she took two steps
forward.  Now the pretty young woman was halfway out the
doorway, bent over, her naked top half hanging out into
the aisle, with her pretty breasts pointing down at the
floor.  It gave anyone who cared a lovely look at the
topless Athena.
   "You'll need to bend a little lower," Mrs. Murphy
ordered, as she pushed the girl's shoulders down.  All
Athena knew was that she had to obey, so she slowly bent
forward until she lost her balance and ended up with her
hands flat on the floor.  Now she was almost completely
in the hall outside the lavatory.  The only thing hidden
was a small part of her behind.  No one could see Mrs.
Murphy standing behind the girl, plunging three fingers
in and out of Athena's pretty blonde muff.
   The old woman put her free hand between the girl's
legs and rubbed Athena's clit as she continued her slow
fucking of the girl's pussy.
   "OH!" gasped her astonished naked prey.
   The blood ran quickly to Athena's head, making her
more dizzy than ever.  The terrific pressure building
between her legs was making her weak at the knees.
Slowly but surely she sank toward the floor, until she
was on her hands and knees, panting like a dog.
   Mrs. Murphy gave the girl's vulnerable clit one gentle
pinch.  The blood shot straight to her pussy as her whole
body shook violently with the orgasm.
   "AAAAHHHHHH!" the overwhelmed reporter cried as her
body helplessly arched over the floor.  Athena Valentine
then slumped to the floor on her stomach, and fainted.

End Chapter 1 of 4