How to Replace a Nanny By Only The Strong It had been two years since Tina left for graduate school, and I had never been in a funk like this. Zane and I enjoyed her company; Zane as a sitter and nanny, and as a lover and confidant for me. Our three years together were incredible. How do you replace a 6’2” muscle goddess that brought unparalleled excitement and sexual energy into your life? My earlier fears were evident as our relationship evolved. Tina was no longer the seventeen yr old mature kid that had entered my life so unexpectedly. She was now 22yrs old and had grown into a confidant mature young woman, who no longer hid her incredible physique, but embraced it for the power and gift that it was. It was only a matter of time before she needed to move on, and we both understood this. In fact we discussed it at length, and I had encouraged her to broaden her horizons and accept the challenges that her superior intellect and athletic prowess afforded her. I didn’t want to push her away, but she never would have reached her full potential as a woman without exploring the world. We parted as friends with a mutual love that would always exist. Zane took it the hardest, but like all kids, had all but pushed the memory aside as he grew into a precocious teenager. Now at fifteen, we had decided that spending the summer with his mother in Hawaii was an opportunity that couldn’t be passed up. As I sat in my empty house, I decided that enough was enough, and it was time to get over it. I renewed my efforts to keep my successful fitness consulting business at the top of the industry. I had scheduled a whirlwind tour of all of our major accounts in the southwestern region, and was looking forward to traveling again. Now, to get my home and personal effects in order. I contacted the same placement agency that had introduced me to Tina, and requested a housekeeper and live in personal assistant that would help keep me informed while on the road. It would require very little housecleaning, but I made sure the agency understood that I definitely expected my home to be kept in state of good repair. The new hires living quarters would be at the rear of my property, where Tina and I had built a 1500sq-ft guesthouse that had an attached garage that doubled as our personal gym. We had outfitted it with all of the latest machines and free weights, and the interior of the house was neatly decorated. The agency informed me it would take a couple of weeks of interviews to arrange a personal assistant, as they insisted on calling her, which met their stringent security precautions. When I was contacted by the agency, I was scheduled to leave the next morning for Seattle. We arranged for one of my secretaries at work to meet with my new “personal assistant”, and go over all of the expectations and requirements. I found out that her name was Grace, she was 57yrs old, and a college graduate, and complete with an unblemished reference list and background check. She was formerly employed in a similar position for a wealthy businessman in England, and had recently relocated to the United States. Her education and work history in financial positions made her a perfect match for my requirements as a bookkeeper for my personal affairs and for the hiring and upkeep of the property. Her salary was negotiated and paid for under contract with the agency. I simply wire transferred the amount to the agency, and they paid her wages bi-weekly. I received an email and fax from the agency that included her bio and lists of references. The only picture was a headshot of a reasonably attractive middle aged woman with a nice smile and lively youthful looking brown eyes. She appeared to be of Middle Eastern decent, I judged from the skin color and facial features, and found this to be true in her bio. She was from Iran originally, but had been raised since birth in the U.K., and had attended college in the U.S. She seemed perfect; both educated and from a varied background that showed that she had a lot of life experience to draw on. I felt comfortable with the hiring, and would be in close enough touch with her thru the agency and my personal secretary from the office, that if it didn’t work out, the relationship could be terminated easily. I left for Seattle the next morning and looked forward to perhaps renewing an old relationship with a client that I had dated off and on before I met Tina. We had never really taken each other seriously, but there was enough sexual tension between us that the relationship could have blossomed if we had wanted it to. Her name was Brenda; she was 40yrs old, like myself and also a fitness enthusiast and former world class runner. Our paths often crossed over the years, and I knew she was still single, and still flirtatious when we did run into each other at various conventions and symposiums. I contacted her when I arrived in Seattle and she was definitely interested in seeing me. We made plans for dinner and a little nightlife for that very evening. I got a quick workout in after I checked into my hotel, and decided to call home and see if Grace had gotten herself squared away in the guest quarters. Grace was very pleasant on the phone and had a very strong voice with a wonderfully slight British accent. She seemed very confident and immediately put me at ease with her quick run down of some of the personal calls and mail I had received that afternoon. I was surprised that she was so on -the -ball on her first day, and told her to relax and ease into the job. She laughed, “Mr. Martin, you hired me to take care of your personal life while you were on the road and it isn’t too much trouble to start with simple phone messages and the mail.” “You’re right Grace” I replied, “I just figured you would relax the first day before jumping full bore into my boring personal affairs.” “Mr. Martin, I hardly find you boring according to the bio that the agency supplied me with, and I can’t thank you enough for the exceptional living quarters that you are providing me with”, she remarked. I was completely relieved and made a mental note to contact Sheryl from the office to get her input on my new employee. Sheryl was a shrewd judge of character and had met with Grace and gotten Grace squared away with what was expected of her while I was on the road. We hung up and I immediately got ready for my date. I picked up Brenda and we ate dinner at a restaurant overlooking the coast. Our conversation was light as we got to know each other again. It was disappointing though; that there wasn’t the same sparks that existed between us years ago. We adjourned to a bar located near her house and continued unsuccessfully to try and renew that old spark. I dropped her off at her house and kissed her lightly on the cheek. Just like an old friend, I thought to myself, because it was evident that our relationship was exactly that. She waved as I drove off, and I got a little more depressed as thoughts of Tina re-entered my mind. I had been out of the dating loop for a while; I mused, and just needed to take things slow. I returned to my hotel, not completely dejected, but definitely ready to wait until I returned home to try another date. With the conclusion of my business meetings, I reluctantly headed for the airport and placed a call to Sheryl, intending to get the low down on my new hire, Grace. We talked “shop” for a short time, and planned my next trip for the following week. She was empathetic when I let her know about my failed date with Brenda. One of the nice things about the casual atmosphere of my business is that many of my employees, like Sheryl, are good friends as well as co-workers. Sheryl, like most of the office had been skeptical of my relationship with Tina, until she met her, and embraced her like family. She also knew that I was still smarting over the loss. I finally got around to asking about Grace, and was relieved when she said that she liked her very much, and that she was more than capable. “Wait till you meet her Dan, you’ll love her, and...” The line went dead. Cell phones can be the most frustrating piece of technology at times. “Oh well”, I thought to myself, “ I’ll find out soon enough what she is like.” I drifted off on the plane with thoughts about Grace and her intriguing voice lingering in my head. I arrived home physically exhausted, but wide-awake from my nap on the plane. Grace had the house in immaculate condition, and my mail was neatly stacked on my desk, and my phone messages were listed on a white board that had been placed on an easel beside the desk. Each message had the corresponding digital number that matched up with the stored message on the machine, which would enable me to skip thru the unimportant one’s. My mail was sorted by date, business or personal and junk mail. Grace, I was quickly finding out, was the model of efficiency. I smiled as I entered my room and found a sweat suit with a neatly folded towel on the bed with a note beside them. “Mr. Martin, I figured you would be tired after your trip, so I took the liberty of setting the timer on the sauna for you. It is set for 11:00PM. The jacuzzi and pool have also been heated to comfortable temperatures for you. I hope your business trip went well.”...Grace. “Wow, what a find”, I thought, “hiring a personal assistant may be the best thing I have ever done for myself.” Little did I know... I retreated to the pool area, with the plan of a relaxing 20 minutes in the sauna room, followed by a quick dip into the pool and jacuzzi. I placed my flip-flops next to the pair that were already at the door. Tina must have left these behind, I thought, they were at least a couple sizes larger than my own. I made a mental note to start getting rid of the constant reminders of Tina from around the house. I entered the sauna room and noticed a hazy figure seated on the upper bench. The steam was obscuring my view, so I called out, “Grace is that you?” “Hello Mr. Martin, I hope you don’t mind. There is nothing like a sauna and jacuzzi to help unwind at the end of the day.” I sat down on the lower bench directly below her and replied, “ Grace, as far as I’m concerned, you have the run of the place.” I sat back with my eyes closed, no longer trying to fight the steam to get a look at Grace. I asked how she was getting along, and was comforted by the conversation. She informed me, with that lyrical English accent, that she was enjoying the job, and the amenities like the sauna room that came with it. “Good, Grace, I want you to feel at home, and Sheryl told me before hand, that I would be impressed when I met you. So far, you are the best thing that has happened to me in a while.” I heard her shift positions behind me and she asked, “Mr. Martin, would you like a shoulder rub?" I used to be a sports massage therapist in college, and think it would help you unwind.” I was about to respectfully decline when I felt her strong hands on my shoulders. She definitely knew what she was doing, and I started to immediately relax. “Mr. Martin, do you mind if I ask you a personal question?” “No, Grace, but for God’s sake please call me Dan, I prefer a casual first name relationship with everyone”, I replied. “Very well then, I noticed some pictures of a lovely young woman in various rooms of the house. Is she a girlfriend?” At least she didn’t ask if she was my daughter, I thought. “She was until she had to leave for graduate school two years ago. I’m afraid I haven’t gotten around to taking down the pictures”, I mumbled. “She is very pretty, Dan, and in incredible shape, if you don’t mind my saying so”, she replied, are you attracted to muscular women?” “I am in the fitness business, so I naturally gravitate towards women who are in shape, I have to admit.” Again I heard and felt her shift positions behind me. Grace was now sitting directly above me and had placed each of her legs beside my arms. I gasped as I stared in disbelief at the legs on each side of me. Her calves were so densely muscled and defined, and extended into thin ankles which led to the largest, sexiest, tanned feet that I had ever laid eyes on. Her naturally dark complexion adding to the sweat glistening on her skin from the sauna, was a sight forever emblazoned in my mind. The flip-flops outside, were not Tina’s, but belonged to Grace. I still could not see her entirely because she was behind me; and the thought of what was connected to these perfect lower legs was giving me an uncomfortably painful erection. Grace didn’t say a word as she let her body speak volumes. She continued to massage my shoulders all the while, flexing her incredible calves and pointing her sexy toes, giving me the most incredible show of lower leg development that I had ever witnessed. My erection was standing at rigid attention and making the towel that I wore around my waist very uncomfortable. Sensing my discomfort, Grace slowly let her toes start to unwrap the towel that restrained my throbbing cock. My member immediately sprang up when freed from constraint, and impossibly seemed longer and harder than ever before. Grace then gently placed her thighs over each of my shoulders and pulled the back of my head into a comfortable fit against her pelvic mound. She started massaging my temples and scalp, while her incredibly large feet started playing with my cock and balls. My head was trapped between her thickly muscled thighs, which easily covered my head from chin to the top. She alternately flexed each thigh, gently squeezing the sides of my head and continued to massage my scalp with her strong, yet gentle fingers. I tried to speak, but she just shushed me with a gentle squeeze of her powerful thighs, and started massaging my chest, which caused her to lean forward and rest her heavy breasts on the top of my head. I could feel the impossible heaviness of each breast and had my peripheral vision obscured by the combination of breast flesh and thigh surrounding my head. I was completely trapped in her thighs and ready to explode at the sensations of her toes as they surrounded my aching member and gently kneaded and stroked it’s entire length. I felt her hand as it gently encircled my chin while she let her legs slip under each of my armpits. With a firm pull that caused me to stretch and arch my back, I was moved into a position that allowed me to finally see her lips as she lightly kissed my face and tickled my lips with her tongue. Her sexy feet then quickened the pace and brought me to a furious climax which seemed to release what little strength I had left, as I shot my load all over her muscular calves and feet. She continued to hold me in this arched position until I shuddered and fell limp in her arms. I felt her gather me into her arms as she carried me back to the house. Grace placed me in my bed, and whispered, “Tonight was for you Dan. I hope tomorrow night is for the both of us.” I fell asleep with confused dreams over my new muscular lover, whom I still had not seen. Impossibly, the entire experience happened without me ever getting a look at this muscular goddess...To be continued...