Two of a Kind [Closed] - Printable Version

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RE: Two of a Kind [Closed] - saronym - 09-09-2017

It was the eye contact and the clear expression of enthusiasm for what she was doing to him that struck Owen. He felt sort of always a half step behind her, unable to fully catch up with what was happening. Finally his hand moved to the back of her head when she seemed determined to take the full length of him in her mouth.

There was reward for him in the fact that she didn’t need the extra pressure of his hand to command all of him with her mouth and throat. He was free to stroke her hair still gathered in a pony tail. He pulled the elastic free from her hair to watch it spill over her shoulders only to gather it all again in his hand to hold it away from her face.

From the position of gazing down on her, the shape of her high cheekbones seemed accentuated particularly with the hollowing out of her cheeks. He lost any sense of self-conscious self-awareness under the intensity of her gaze. His hand gripped her hair in a tighter fist and he heard himself issuing his standard warning that he was about to cum in her mouth. A warning he had been essentially trained to give by a partner who wasn’t so enthusiastic about the prospect. In his state of primal arousal, he had inadvertently reverted to his native tongue of German without realizing it before his head eyes fell close and his head tilted back as he came in a shuddering rush with a ragged groan.

Even after his orgasm, Owen found himself reeling from a series of shocking events. For one thing Julianna didn’t seem angry or disturbed that he hadn’t pulled away from her at the moment of orgasm. He had hardly time to comprehend this particular miracle before the baby monitor croaked to life with an upset baby. Owen was left with his cock on the outside of his pants and his jaw hanging half open stupidly.

Once he realized what had happened, he tucked himself away and zipped up his pants again before staring around the kitchen dumbfounded. The universe seemed bent on conspiring against his act of infidelity when his cellphone rang out from his office. He was remiss to answer when he discovered it was his wife calling. He sighed and answered the call. His voice sounded weird to his own ears. Still a bit breathless and almost hoarse from the open-mouthed deep breathing. He could barely think through the verbal altercation that ensued with his wife over his imminent travel plans without her.

“Sophia, I told you about this trip and you said ... you didn’t ... your schedule was ...I haven’t seen my family in two years! ...that is not fair ...” Owen sunk into his office chair and rubbed his face irritated as he sparred back and forth with her. He was left feeling conflicted as to how one-sided his recent sexual encounter was left. He wanted to be with Julianna. To help her with the baby and reciprocate somehow. But he felt a guilt-induced duty towards his wife who apparently needed him at this moment as an emotional punching bag.

RE: Two of a Kind [Closed] - megs - 09-09-2017

It was a cranky James whose cries has come over the monitor. Though he quieted when Julianna appeared above his crib, he wasn't totally satisfied until she had picked him up. Cradling him against her shoulder, she ran a soothing hand up and down his back, and sang to him softly as they rocked a slow rhythm in the rocking chair situated in the corner. Lucy was often the deeper sleeper of the two and was content to continue dozing through her brother's tantrum. When he finally calmed and Jules was able to return him to his bed without the tears renewing, she went about her usual checks before leaving them both to their slumber.

Admittedly, she didn't know what to think of her most recent interaction with Owen. It had been bold and thoughtless, perpetuated by her own desires for him. She clawed fingers through her hair, scooping it back up into a messy ponytail, secured with an extra elastic from her pocket. There has been no trace of a blush as she had been going down on her boss, but her face was red now as she made her way to his office on the other end of the penthouse. It wasn't any thoughts of reciprocation that drew her towards him, but the feeling that they should talk about...something. Anything, really. Ease the idea that she had done something unforgivingly stupid.

When she drew close enough to hear him speaking, it didn't take her long to realize he was going back and forth with Sophia. Julianna peeked into the open doorway, not because she intended to interrupt the call; only to advertise that she wasn't completely trying to avoid the situation. Or running like she had when she had kissed him the other night. Even though she wasn't sure he's even seen her, from what she could tell Sophia was being her usual difficult to please self, Julianna returned to the kitchen to finish preparing for the trip.

RE: Two of a Kind [Closed] - saronym - 09-13-2017

The call with his wife was over as quickly as it had ramped up into an argument. No resolution had been found. She didn’t want him going to Germany without her. He pointed out that she wouldn’t make herself available for such travels anyway. Another of their martial impasses.

He was tired, frustrated, confused, and feeling generally overwhelmed when he hung up the phone and ambled slowly and carefully towards the kitchen. The light was still on and he could hear the sounds of none other than Julianna rustling around undoubtedly finishing whatever he had interrupted earlier.

Owen didn’t know what to say to her. He didn’t regret what had happened. At least not at the moment. He couldn’t predict how he might feel about it when he was more removed. For the time being he couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so good during a sexual act. And that was a loaded and heavy way to feel.

He stared at Julianna’s back to him once again. Moving up behind her as he did earlier, he touched her shoulder gently to announce his presence. “I just wanted to uh -” he fumbled over his words as he studied her face looking for signs of regret or any evidence that she felt used. He found his eyes returning to her lips still kind of reddened from earlier as if she had a lip stain on. “-say goodnight to you.”

He leaned forward and kissed her cheek. “We have a long plane right tomorrow.” He said effectively skirting the topic of their earlier interaction. He meant to signal that they would have an opportunity to speak at length if they wanted to about what had transpired. However, he couldn’t be sure whether that message was delivered or not.

“Get some rest, Julianna.” He said as he turned away from her and retreated into his bedroom. Once behind closed doors he immediately began texting his best friend and confidante, Maeve, about what he had done with Julianna.

He started the conversation with the tempting:
>I had my dick in a mouth
>that wasn’t my wife’s

RE: Two of a Kind [Closed] - megs - 09-14-2017

Having been aware of his entering the kitchen, this time, Julianna turned smoothly when his hand met her shoulder. She smiled up at Owen; her usual expression, something serene and calming that usually worked on toddlers. It wasn't as if she looked wholly like nothing had just transpired between them. She just appeared as if she had no expectations of him as a result of it. Though, she could also feel the weight of what they'd done, she was determined to shoulder it.

“Good night, Mr. Hart,” she replied softly and she froze, surprised when he leaned to kiss her cheek. She blinked up at him, silently nodding her understanding.

Whether she understood the words for what they were, or caught on to their deeper meaning was unclear from that simple nod. “You too,” she said politely to his retreating back, before finishing in the kitchen and retiring.

Maeve’s eyes rolled lazily to the phone set beside her on the arm of the couch. She almost didn't answer it, very much enjoying her documentary, until she noticed the time and who it was from. Intrigued, she picked up the device. She felt her eyes widen, and her mouth fall open as she read the texts from Owen. Her excited responses were sent out in clipped and quick succession.

>>omg...
>>OMG!!!
>>I totally called it. I knew it!!
>>It was amazing wasn't it? How could it not be, I've seen her mouth.

RE: Two of a Kind [Closed] - saronym - 09-25-2017

Owen stipped down to his boxers and lay in bed staring at his phone while he waited for the inevitable string of reply texts that would come from Maeve at any moment. His screen glowed bluish in the darkness of his bedroom while finally the expected messages showed on his screen. He laughed out loud to himself and then felt heat rising to his face on account of the remarks.

> yeah, yeah you were right
> it was amazing
> so hey, why not employ her strategies with the physicist ;)
> anyways, got an early flight. I’ll update you if anything else happens

Owen sent his messages and turned his phone to silent before placing it facedown on his nightstand and falling into his pillows. He closed his eyes and visions of Julianna’s mouth played behind his closed lids. These thoughts consumed him until he fell asleep with her face in his head.

He woke a few hours later to a harsh alarm which he snoozed repeatedly. This wasn’t a typical practice of his as he usually rose immediately with the first alarm. Subconsciously, he was summoning Julianna to him to wake him herself.

RE: Two of a Kind [Closed] - megs - 09-26-2017

When Julianna finally made it to bed, herself, she mostly laid staring up at the dark ceiling ruminating about what had just occurred in the kitchen. Her face was burning a deep red as she recalled the events. Flushed from both an embarrassment and a lingering arousal. She couldn't pinpoint what had prompted her to be so bold.

Had it been the hungry way he had kissed her? Julianna huffed and pulled her comforter over her head, not that it would do anything about the way she could still feel his mouth on hers. And the...other things she had put in her mouth. She was being stupid, wasn't she? Skirting towards an affair with her boss of all people. The nanny rolled onto her side and pulled her knees towards her chest.

She needed to stop, she vowed silently to herself. Nothing good could possibly come of this. Foolish and disrespectful and she needed to be focusing on the twins. She convinced herself that Owen's entering the kitchen to tell her goodnight and kiss her cheek had totally been their mutual agreement that they'd fumble through this mistake and try not to make anymore.

Julianna didn't know at what point she fell asleep, but she jerked awake to the shrill noise of her alarm. She pushed the blankets back and smacked the device to silence and groaned at the time. She was beyond tired, and knowing it was her own fault didn't help. She forced herself out of bed and moseyed to the kitchen in cotton pajama shorts and a camisole. The babies could continue sleeping peacefully for now, she had other things to get together before it was time for them so she made coffee first.

Pushing the button to start the brew she listened for the sounds of Owen getting ready, but only heard the repetitive ringing of his alarm. Cocking her head, she moved out of the kitchen and towards the noise. Approaching the master bedroom, at first she only knocked on the door. No response, but the alarm continued. "Mr. Hart," she asked gently, pushing the door open and peeking her head into the dark room. Pushing the door open flooded light from the hall and she found Owe still sleeping.

"Mr. Hart?" She attempted once more as she padded quietly to the bed. He was positioned almost in the middle, so Julianna climbed up onto the edge of the oversized mattress to tap his shoulder gently. Fingers lingered over his bicep as she spoke. "It's time to wake up," she sang, playfully. "We don't want to be late."

RE: Two of a Kind [Closed] - saronym - 10-03-2017

Julianna hadn’t heard him, but he had grunted at her when she initially knocked. A sleepy grunt that meant nothing other than ‘I heard your attempt at getting my attention and am doing nothing further about it’. Another such grunt was elicited when she called his name. His head turned towards the voice and his eyes opened when he felt the bed dip on one side. She was bent over him and he had a fairly advantageous view down the front of her nighttime camisole. He liked the natural shape of her breasts unrestricted by a bra.

His hands extended above his head in an involuntary stretch that knocked her hand from his arm and he yawned. That extension of his muscles and the breath hardly helped to wake him up and really only increased his mobility to grab at her. Which he did.

His hands grabbed at her high on her rib cage so that her breasts seemed to spill over his hands and he pulled her into bed with him. “So what.” He challenged sleepily. “You don’t think my own plane won’t wait on me?”

He bragged as he lifted the bedspread and sheets to usher her under them with him. Owen wasn’t keen on letting her arrange herself as he knew how he wanted her. His hands coaxed her against him so that her face pressed to his chest. His hand took her arm to drape it over his middle while his leg hooked under one of hers to encourage her to place it over his. He wanted her sprawled over him. They fit together perfectly, his hand occupying the curve of her waist and the other hooked under her knee.

RE: Two of a Kind [Closed] - megs - 10-03-2017

Julianna pulled her hand back when he stretched, it fell into her lap, and she wasn’t sure if the motion had been deliberate. Maybe she had gone too far, entering his room like that. Clearly, she was oblivious to the way he was admiring her chest. Probably because she was too busy admiring the way his muscles moved beneath his skin. She made shifting motions on her knees as if she would get back out of the bed, but Owen grabbed her.

It startled an ‘oh’ of surprise from her, but the shock quickly dissolved into giggles as he pulled her over his body and more solidly into the bed. The girlishly pleased sound continued, muffled behind closed lips as he arranged her body against and over his. She easily molded into the shape he wanted her. “I’m almost positive your plane will wait for you...” she replied. Julianna’s earlier mantra about not getting attached to her boss and being professional was a distant memory as she nuzzled her cheek against his chest.

While she wasn’t entirely keen on leaving the cozy cocoon that was soft and warm and smelled like Owen, she was very aware of the schedule they should keep. “...but will your mother?” She teased him with this thought as her fingers stroked a gentle rhythm over his skin. She giggled again, tilting her head to look up at him in the half-light of the hall, brows lifting towards her hairline as if she’d just made an irrefutable point.

RE: Two of a Kind [Closed] - saronym - 10-11-2017

Owen smiled sleepily at the exuberant giggling he elicited from the woman he snatched into his bed. She was easy in her movements fitting herself just where he wanted her. Warm and soft tucked close against him.

Her fingers took up a rhythm caressing the skin of his torso sending a constellation of gentle electric tingling throughout his upper half. His own hand moved downwards from her waist to rest on curves housed in soft pajama shorts. She felt good in his hand and he let it idly and freely explore the contours of her ass and hip and thigh.

His eyes fell closed for a moment as he was content to simply feel her. His eyes popped open at the mention of his mother and he laughed breathily.

“You’re right. She’s expecting us at five sharp.” He looked down his nose at her snuggled on his chest. Owen grabbed the hand playing around on his skin and untangled his legs from hers to roll over on top of her until she was pinned beneath him. “But I could just blame a delay on you.” He teased as his head dipped to nip playfully at her neck. She smelled like floral lotion and sleep. “That damn nanny slept in late.”

His phone was vibrating loudly on the nightstand next to the bed reminding him more forcefully of their schedule. Owen sighed and dropped his head to the pillow covered with her hair. “But air traffic control won’t appreciate handling our delay And we have a car scheduled to pick us up...” He rolled off to the side of her and gave her a resigned look half hidden by his face smashed into the pillow he didn’t want to leave.

“I guess we should get up.” He said before tossing the sheets and blankets off. He stumbled out of the bed shuffling towards his bathroom.

RE: Two of a Kind [Closed] - megs - 10-12-2017

Julianna wasn’t entirely sure what she was doing. There was a tiny and easily ignored voice in the back of her head, telling her that she was doing something wrong. Owen was married, and her boss, but it didn’t seem like he was either of those things when he ran his hands over the shape of her. It did seem sudden, however. They’d been tip-toeing around the surface tension of a mutual attraction, that had spilled over all at once the previous evening.

She tried not to think of what would happen when the returned from Germany. Or if Sophia came home. She tried not to think of this little affair as something with an expiration date. But perhaps, that was the appeal of it, for Owen. A brief fling with a younger woman, before settling back into the normal routine of his life.

The nanny was still grinning when he pulled back to look at her. As if none of those other thoughts had entered her mind. Owen was rewarded with more giggles as he easily took up a position on top of her. Excitement coursed through her. She cocked her head, looking cute and appealing as he turned their potential lateness around on her. “I think your mother would know better than that,” she teased in return, though her tone wavered when he teeth grazed her neck. “I’m nothing if not organized and punctual.”

Owen still hovered over her and dropped his head against the pillow. Despite the urgent buzzing of the phone she wanted to cuddle him again. “Tick tock, tick tock,” she sang, playfully. He rolled off of her and she followed suit, tucking her arm beneath her head to look at him. Julianna wanted to kiss him, but she didn’t get the chance. She sat up and watched him walk off towards the bathroom. It felt strange, being in the king-sized bed alone. Climbing out of it, she quickly straightened the sheets and pillows, layering the thick comforter over all of it before she left the room to check on the twins.

RE: Two of a Kind [Closed] - saronym - 10-17-2017

Owen immediately turned on the shower when he got into the bathroom. He pointedly left the door open behind him as he shuffled to the toilet for his morning pee. When he turned back towards the shower steam was already pouring into the bathroom and being whisked towards cooler air in his bedroom. The man was admittedly nonplussed that his flirtatious nanny had not joined him.

He peaked his head outside the bathroom door to gaze at the tidy bed. Julianna was nowhere to be found in his room. Sighing, he closed himself into the bathroom and took his shower alone. As usual. To be fair, he could have invited her using his words, but he was being cowardly when it came to that.

Owen’s bags were already prepared it was a simple matter of grooming himself for the day and calling the car to pick them up when they were ready. He entered the kitchen with a speech all ready for Julianna. His confidence in her attraction to him had waned in the minutes that passed since he had left the bed with her still in it. Maybe he had received the wrong signals from her.

I hope you don’t feel compelled to entertain my advances since you work for me. If I am making you uncomfortable...

The words he had prepared while shaving were lost to him as he poured himself a cup of coffee. He brought the steaming beverage into the nursery where Julianna was dressing the twins. No speech or anything useful ever came out of his mouth that morning. They went back to skirting around their earlier activities and pretending nothing out of the ordinary had transpired. Owen was good at pretending and avoiding things. A trick he had learned in his present marriage.

The four were loaded into a sleek limousine that awaited them. A surprise for Julianna that Owen had arranged given this being her 'virgin' voyage overseas. The babies were strapped into carseats in the limo first and seemed to pick up on the festive nature of the trip. They babbled excitedly as the adults entered the car with them. Once the car pulled smoothly from the front of the building and into traffic, Owen revealed that a center console concealed a small fridge where orange juice, champagne, vodka, and water chilled.

“Screwdriver or mimosa?” He asked her with a charming smile perfectly intending to treat her as much as she would allow.

RE: Two of a Kind [Closed] - megs - 11-02-2017

Julianna didn’t know what she expected to come from the rest of the morning. A chance to talk, a chance to discuss, a chance to do anything with whatever what happening between them. She should have known better, between managing the twins and making the last of the preparations for their trip, that she had missed the chance. She should have said something more when they’d been cuddling together earlier, but she hadn’t wanted to ruin it for herself.

The twins were still teething on the Fig Newtons she had given them to pacify them while she tried to get the dressed. Admittedly, they were making a mess of their cozy new animal onesies, but at least they weren’t making a fuss. She could change them on the place if she had to.

The young nanny was visibly stunned by the appearance of a jet black limo that awaited them outside. “That’s for us?” She managed to stutter out this simple question over red-faced shock. Despite working for a number of wealthy families over the years, Julianna had never been in a limo or a private plane, or been taken on a transatlantic flight to another country. She knew that Owen knew this, but he hadn’t expected him to make such an event out of it.

“Are you serious?” She asked with a breathless giggle. She was seated between the twins. Most of the time they were fine, but too close together and James would often begin to irritate Lucy for entertainment. She fingered a lock of hair before she pushed it behind her ear. “Uh- a mimosa. Please.”

RE: Two of a Kind [Closed] - saronym - 11-16-2017

Owen grinned through all of Julianna’s breathy disbelief. It was entirely endearing to watch her surprise. He and Sophia had become so accustomed to such luxuries that they barely went noticed anymore. They wouldn’t think of arriving to the airport in anything less than a town car. The limousine may have been a touch extra, but Owen did want to emphasize the special occasion.

“Good choice.” He complimented as he reached for the ingredients to make the drink she requested. For once he had the opportunity to wait on her. Owen scooted closer to James to deliver the drink to Julianna over the baby who reached for it. Owen leaned down and munched playfully at the child’s grabbing fingers to distract the boy from the drink he couldn’t have. James squealed delighted with his father's diversion tactics.

“Drink fast.” He winked at Julianna as he brought his own drink up to his lips. “It won’t be long before we get there.”

Indeed the ride to the airport was hardly long enough to warrant a drink. The security process for flying privately were expedited for him when compared to the ordeal 'regular' passengers had to endure. No lines, no invasive check procedures, no need to remove the shoes. The limousine pulled up on the tarmac itself and the passengers and luggage were unloaded by eager attendants. Customs agents met with the crew and passengers at the plane.

The pilot and the attendant that would fly with them introduced themselves to Julianna and greeted Owen familiarly. The attendant took custody of the babies to settle them into the aircraft, leaving the Julianna without responsibility for them.

The interior of the plane was certainly congruent with the interior of Owen’s home. Extravagant and showy. It was perhaps unexpected for anyone familiar with the usual drab interiors of commercial jetliners. It was in contrast like something from the future. Plush cream carpeting that matched leather seating including a chairs and a couch that faced a flat screen TV. Tables were adorned with cut flowers and fresh fruit in ornate bowls. The windows weren't merely placed as a practicality but seemed to invite the natural light into the plane in the most pleasing manner. Throw pillows and blankets fell short in making the overly formal setting a bit homier.

Perhaps the limousine wasn’t out of place after all.

Owen made himself at home on one of the leather chairs that had seat belt attachments near to the babies. The attendant handled Julianna. She showed her to the seat next to Owen, gently reminded her to fasten her belt for take-off, and assured them both she would wait on them when the plane ascended to ten thousand feet. Owen and Julianna were left alone with the babies buckled into carriers in seats nearby as the attendant exited the main cabin to take her seat in a separate smaller cabin.

“Ready?” He asked Julianna and the children as the plane began to taxi the runway.

RE: Two of a Kind [Closed] - megs - 01-05-2018

Julianna didn’t know one could feel under-dressed on a plane. Even though she was used to working for more high-profile families, and had always made sure to be presentable, she was still a nanny and comfort and ease had to be chosen over elegance. Suddenly, without the babies, she didn’t know what to do with her hands or her attention. Fingers remained laced in front of her as if she were afraid to touch anything and her gaze darted from one lavish thing to the next.

When she had been seated and buckled in, Owen’s voice drew her attention away from the window. She had been watching workers and attendants dart to and fro on the runway below like busy ants. “No,” she replied, almost breathlessly. “Not at all, I think.” She laughed then, eyes sparkling. Thoroughly enchanted.

“I’ve never been on a plane,” she said. She couldn’t remember if she had already told him. “It’s exciting, and uh...kind of terrifying.” She laughed again, and looked down at the hands that were still in her lap. “That probably seems silly to you.”

RE: Two of a Kind [Closed] - saronym - 01-17-2018

Owen laughed along with her, easily swayed by her charming ways and those shining green eyes. He gazed down and away from those eyes which reminded him of the previous night’s events. He felt bashful about it. Not about the sexual act itself, but the way he hadn’t acknowledged it. The way he had swept it under the rug and now it was this elephant in the room and would be for the rest of the trip. It made him feel guilty. As if he had taken something from her. But that wasn’t quite right.

He glanced at her and noticed the way she kind of held her own hands in her lap. Fingers laced together as if an extra safety belt over her stomach. Maybe she was more nervous than she was letting on.

He reached for the hand nearest to him, coaxing her to unlace her fingers and give the hand to him. His fingers closed over hers. The plane was moving down the runway and picking up speed. “Don’t be nervous. It’s kind of like a rollercoaster.” When the plane lifted off, Owen sensed that familiar momentary floaty feeling before the force of gravity pushed down on his body.

“See?” He said with a smile as his thumb brushed back and forth over hers. He leaned over her and pointed to the view out the window as they pulled up and away from the city. “Isn’t that kinda cool?” Owen leaned back into his own seat and rested his head back settling in for the steady climb.

“It’s going to be a long flight.” He warned her. “There’s a bedroom in the back if you need to take a nap.” He didn't mean that in an ulterior motives kind of way but that interpretation occurred to him and made him flush with embarrassment.