450 E. Irwin Ave.
Miss R. Plinkton
The directions were straightforward and I found the house easily enough. A white picket fence surrounded the clapboard house with it's neatly trimmed lawn and small flower beds. It was a picture of Middle America but it did nothing to brighten my mood.
I stood on the second of three steps while I knocked on the side door. I was to be accorded kitchen privileges according to the Hospital's Social Worker who had been unable to provide me much info about my landlady.
"We keep a list of people who rent rooms and such." She had told me. "This is a new listing. I don't know anything about her. Most of the rooms are in private homes and are rented by retired ladies who are hoping to find quiet tenants to help them meet the mortgage.
I was expecting a little old lady with white hair and a small yapping dog. I hoped the dog was not one of those nasty types that was always trying to take a bite out of my ankle! I studied the front yard, trying to see evidence of a dog.
"Hello." That didn't sound like the quavering voice of a little old lady.
I turned from studying the front lawn and found myself face to, to, well, face to TITS! I was staring at two huge dirigibles of flesh in the tightest red sweater you could imagine. Slowly I raised my eyes, moving up from breasts that pushed forward thru that tight sweater so strongly that the fabric was stretched thin. Up from the strong protrusions made by large swollen nipples, up over long sloping swells, up to where those massive breasts joined the torso, up over smooth shoulders melding into a graceful swan neck, up over ruby red lips parted ever so slightly. Up over a pert nose, up to laughing green eyes that watched my reaction with unconcealed glee!
"Nurse Erika!" I yelped. I gulped audibly. "But, but the Social Worker said..." I trailed off in confusion to look dumbly at the slip of paper crumpled in my hand. Miss R. Plinkton?
"Erika is my first name. Ruth is my middle name. I use my married name in the Hospital and Plinkton is my maiden name. I didn't want to give the Hospital any reason to not refer you to me! I hope you don't mind!" Her smile told me that she knew I didn't mind.
Stepping back she held the screen door open with one arm while inviting me inside.
I stepped up into the house carrying the gym bag that held all my earthly possessions. Erika didn't move out of the way. Instead she took a deep breath, arched her back and pushed her boobs so far out in front of her that I literally was stuck between her tits and the far wall!
Smiling down at her I turned to face her and, leaning heavily into her, I worked my way past her, being sure to rub my stiffening dick against her and mashing my chest against her tits.
"Just drop your bag here," she told me. "Let me show you the place. I hope it proves satisfactory." Her hand briefly cupped my butt cheek before she proceeded me down the hall. I hesitated, letting her get several steps in front of me. She smiled at me over her shoulder as she walked in front of me. Her hips swung back and forth, her butt cheeks barely covered by a tight pair of hot pants. The three inch heels she wore added an extra strut to her walk!
Her sweater didn't quite meet the waistband of her pants, revealing a tight, slender waist. Those heels did amazing things for her legs and butt! I had never noticed in the hospital but her legs had the curves and muscles of a showgirl!
Her hair, which had always been swept up into a knot at the hospital was now in a pony tail. She looked ten years younger -- and good enough to eat!
Entering the living room she turned slowly to face me. Her lips were parted in a smile that lit up her eyes.
Putting her hands on her hips she pulled her shoulders back and again took a deep breath.
"What do you think?" She asked.
"Of what?" I was still off balance from this unexpected turn of events. I had been afraid I'd never see Nurse Erika again and here I was in her living room!
"You said you wanted to see me in a tight red sweater! Is this what you had in mind?" She glanced down at herself pointedly. The sweater was cut just low enough that the beginning of her cleavage could be seen. Those incredible cones of flesh looked twice as big as I had ever seen them! My mouth was dry with anticipation and my dick was trying to burst through my zipper!
"Gawd Damn! You look fabulous!" I drooled.
"Oh, goodie. I went shopping for this outfit just for you. The sweater wasn't tight enough when I bought it, but then this morning I put it on and soaked in a hot shower. After it dried it was perfect!" She wiggled her shoulders and rocked up and down on her toes for a moment. We both watched until the seismic movements stopped. Her nipples stuck out at least an inch.
"I'm not wearing a bra," she pointed out. "I haven't been bra-less since I was 12 years old."
"It's a GREAT look for you!" I told her.
"I'd never bought hot pants before either. I'd never dare to wear this outfit in public. Unless you made me do it." Her eyes darted to mine to see if I caught the implication.
"Well, I may just make you do that." I told her. "But not today. I have other plans for today."
"Well, I took two weeks off," she said.
"For a family emergency, right?" I responded.
"Yes, for a family emergency. I have to spend the next two weeks getting my brains fucked out by a huge-dicked stud that I met in the Hospital! If that isn't an emergency, I don't know what is!" She was laughing as she finished.
"How far away are the nearest neighbors?" I asked her.
"What?" Now it was her turn to look confused.
"How far away are the nearest neighbors?" I repeated.
"Well, about a hundred feet to either side. The Millers are away on vacation and the Brewer's both work during the day. Why?"
"Because I don't want you to feel shy about screaming when you cum this afternoon!" I strode over to stand directly in front of her. My chest was inches from her red-wool clad nipples.
