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 naïve 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 the way they kept referring at the paper to '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 other girls', had been somewhat different from the other students. 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 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 innocent 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 crowed 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, "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, 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 head push right onto her pleated skirt, at a spot just centered on her firm buttocks!

"Oh!" the startled reporter cried. 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 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 leg 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 surly 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."

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, OK?"

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... fasten my seat belt for me again. I always have trouble with those silly things." The things she had to do, she 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, 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.

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.

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.

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, 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 for the lonely old woman, 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 feverently 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.

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 panty-clad 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?"

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, 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. After quickly flipping the back of the skirt 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 nails. 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 always to Mrs. Murphy the point of no return. Once that was allowed to happen, they 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, 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 touch the squirming girl's vulnerable crotchband of her panties. Not hearing any protests, she stepped up her expert teasing of the panty-covered cunt, and was soon rewarded by a steady seepage of vaginal secretions. Her victim, squirming less and less, was ready!