Chapter Eight

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Omniscient POV


The blonde stepped out her car stepping into the garage door. She was tired between work, the twins party and keeping Jess away from her house took all the energy she had. She walked into the door and closed her eyes inhaling the new scent that her house features from her nanny.

So far in the time the young girl has worked for her they always seem to just miss each other. But the universe had other plans today. And Beyonce hit the corner of f the corridor she was faced with the back of a short woman. Her short frame covered in tiny black boyshort, panties?? The blonde thought to herself noticing how the fabric clung to her bodacious ass, wide hips and thick thighs. The older woman eyes studied the frame of the younger beginning to feel a tightness in her pants, as she eyes the arch in the girls back to the way the water gliding down her skin. The blonde had never wanted to be water they way she wanted to now. Watching the girls hand grip the water bottle made the blonde clear her throat earning a gasp from the young girl.

The small girl turned and her eyes bulged. Before anything could be said the young girl fainted. Beyonce quickly sprung into action before the girl could hit the floor. The woman carried the younger girl to the couch, going to grab a wash clothes wetting it rushing back to the younger girl. Pressing the clothe against the smaller girl body, the blonde uses this time to get a good look at her nanny, from her somewhat thick brows to the slant in her closed eyes. The deep brown pools that for just a quick second tore into her being. To her nose, a nose that she wanted to peck as a doting wife coming home from work to her, to those plump pink pillows. The older woman mind raced as her eyes continued their journey. Her light brown skin glistening under the moon light shone through the living room window. Her ample breast rising and falling in a rhythm that seemed to put the blonde into hypnosis, not knowing how long she was staring until the young girl stirred trying to get up, but the older woman told her to stay still for a moment.

In this time the younger girl now opened eyes examined her boss and somewhat idol. She loved everything this woman created and here she was in her home, their bodies closely connected by each others hips. She noticed everything about Giselle every the way her hazel eyes darken while looking at her causing her body to shiver. Gisele sent the young woman a smirk before formally introducing herself.

"I know it's late but I'm Beyoncé,  though you probably know me as my moniker, Giselle."

"H-hi Onika . Im .. nice to meet you." The younger girl stumbling over her words clearly flustered being in the older woman's presence.

"Hello Onika." The older woman said wanting to taste the name against her tongue while the younger woman insides churned hearing her name come from Giselles lips.

"Let's get you to bed." They both stood up, the younger girl with the help of the older one. Beyoncé hand securely placed on the small of Nicki's back as she was walked to her room.

"T-thank you." Nicki said looking up at the fashion designer with a small smile.

You're welcome." The woman spoke smiling back they opened Nicki's door and Nicki walked in. They shared a final glance before parting ways. Nicki's door shut and she rushed and jumped on the bed with a squeal. She couldn't believe it she worked for THE GISELLE. And she touch her and unfortunately carried her while unconscious but the thought of being in the older woman's arms made her excitement shoot through the roof.




Meanwhile

The older woman paced her room, of course this had to be some kind of test. She hadn't felt that temptation and pull since her late wife. The want to touch the girl to just caress her skin. The thought of wanting those plump lips around her shaft how they were wrapping around that bottle just moments ago.

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