"Don't know if I can hold out that long, I'm so fucking horny I could cum in 2 jerks. You'll be getting a load of hot spunk the minute I'm through your door, then the fun can begin. What will you wear? I suspect you've got all sorts of sexy stuff. Tell me before I explode."
"I won't have time to change out of my uniform before you arrive, so you'll have to take it off for me, and my red cami-knickers, stockings and suspenders too." I could almost hear him groan, I was due to be back in the ward, but this was addictive, they'd have to wait.
"Are you honestly telling me that you're wearing that gear right now, at work!? No way!"
He had played right into my hands. I always wear stockings and suspenders at work. Stockings are so much cooler when you're rushing around all day. But my main reason for this rather unusual choice is that I love to know that, underneath my drab uniform, I look and feel like a porn star. It gives me a thrill, and if a patient, or fellow member of staff notices the outline of a suspender through my skirt, or catches a glimpse of a stocking top when I'm bending over, well I'm sure it does their circulation the world of good. I've certainly never had any complaints!
I walked back towards the ward, stopping at the staff toilets on the way. Hitching up my skirt, I switched my Blackberry to 'camera' and took a couple of photos of my stockinged thighs, and crotch. I emailed them to him and then switched it off. I preferred to imagine his response, and I suspected it would involve him taking a quick trip to the toilets too.
The afternoon dragged. No matter how hard I tried to concentrate on my paperwork, my cunt was on red alert and wouldn't calm down. It seemed to have a mind of its own, and was very much thinking of only one thing. I was literally wriggling in my seat, my knickers a damp strip pressing against my slippery labia. I could smell my juices and felt like bitch in heat, I half expected the charge nurse Jim, to start sniffing under my skirt, turn me backwards and fuck me doggie style whilst giving handover report. I was glad that I didn't have a penis. It would be waving about like a flagpole! I imagined Rob struggling with this dilemma which only got me hornier than ever.
Finally it was time for home. I stopped in at the shops on the way and bought a bottle of Chablis and a red Rioja, some tapas and a baguette. I really didn't know quite how to handle the transition from the anonymity of emails to the intimacy of touch. Something traditional in me was denying the fact that we were meeting in order to have sex and lots of it. A glass of wine and a nibble whilst we chatted and got to know each other...I really didn't know, but better to be prepared anyway.
I showered and shaved; I always keep my pussy clean, all the better to lick you my dear! Once happy that my body was soft, fragrant and looking good, I moved to the issue of what to wear. I had told a little white lie to Rob, I wouldn't have dreamt of letting him see me in my actual uniform; it was about as sexy as a bank statement. However, I did have one uniform left over from my nurse training days. It was far too small for working purposes, but I had worn it to a fancy dress party once. The zip no longer went farther than my iconic cleavage, and it was alarmingly short on the thighs, I must have grown since I was 17. A pair of sheer black stockings topped by fresh red lace suspenders and thong looked rather fetching, brought into sharp focus by a pair of black patent heels. I tied my hair up loosely and put on just a little red lipstick.
It suddenly occurred to me that I had been so busy getting ready, I hadn't checked my mail. I sat down with a large glass of Chablis and switched the messenger on. Three from Rob, at various points through the afternoon. Although still full of references to stiff cocks and being hornier than hell, there was a definite ring of anxiety between the lines. I was quite relieved, it made him human, rather than Mr.Cool, and I could certainly empathise with him. I resolved to send a prim reply, returning to our role play, thereby providing a facade for both of us to hide behind, rather like wearing a mask. However on reflection my response displayed an equal measure of apprehension, the blasé references to genitalia sounding like bravado, rather unconvincing. I ended the message with "...Get yourself round here now. I'm ready and waiting."
I wanted to get this awkwardness over with and slip back into the groove which had fired us both up like furnaces for the last couple of days.
He must have been close by because within 5 minutes the doorbell rang. I checked the peep hole before answering. Dressed like this I didn't want to open the door to someone doing the electoral role! Yes, that was him, the distorted image through the concave glass was familiar enough. With a quick adjustment to my dress I smiled and opened up.
I ushered him in quickly and shut the door behind me. He was taller than I had imagined, just as attractive and he smelt divine. I was surprised by his soft light blue jersey, for some reason it seemed incongruous with the image I had in my fantasies. We smiled and tossed around a couple of awkward greetings. Suddenly it was Rob who was in control, for all my dreams of being a dominatrix.
He drew me towards him and kissed me gently, almost formally. The sensation of his mouth, the touch of his skin and feeling the outline of his body was enough to stir the flames again. As if a switch had been turned on, we both lunged at each other. His tongue thrust into my wet eager mouth, his hands grabbed at my tits and pulled the zip open to allow my encased breasts to escape into his eager palms. The dress slid onto my shoulders, pinning my arms to my sides. Not enough, he pressed his hard hips into me and took my ass in his hands, roaming over the sensation of thong straps and suspenders encircling soft shapely buttocks. I was aware of the extent of his hard on as it pressed against my belly. I was beside myself with lust as I had never experienced before. He was so unknown, yet I could do whatever I wanted to him and him to me. I pulled my arms free and the uniform crumpled onto the hall floor.
Desperate to get his clothes off I pulled him to the comfort of the bedroom and proceeded to hurriedly undress him, kissing, licking rubbing every area of skin exposed as jersey, shirt, trousers came off. Oh, there he was, a huge proud penis, glistening and roaring, urgent and imperious. I fell to my knees and sucked on his whole length, I was so hungry I thrust him in and out, no time for my usual teasing and foreplay. Air hissed through his clenched teeth as he strained upwards, his hands rummaging through my hair. His balls were as tight as kiwi fruits, his scrotum like a dam holding in all that raging spunk. My fingers circled and held them as I shafted his turgid member.
Unable to wait any longer I raised my head, my mouth and chin covered in salacious saliva. "Fuck me now", it was difficult to even speak, all functions were at animalistic level. Crawling over to the bed, I leaned over and offered up my ass and pussy. His hands were immediately between my thighs, tearing the thin fabric of the thong aside, his fingers diving into the well of wet cunt. I felt him directing his cock and without warning it was inside, full, throbbing and intense. He was bigger than anyone I had fucked for a long time, and the feeling of being stretched and filled was incredible. He rammed hard into me, a vague awareness of shouts and groans coming from either him, me or both. He grabbed both breasts as they flopped to and fro with the rhythm and pressed even further, getting harder, faster.
Suddenly he withdrew, part of me was impressed at his control, the rest of me was angry at the interruption and desperate to have him back inside. I turned onto my back and had a good look at him standing over me as his eyes surveyed my exposed body. Without a word he climbed between my legs, thrusting them apart and glided into the depths of me. My back arched throwing my hips forward taking every thrust deeply. I could feel his pubis against my clit as he rocked inside, my cunt filled and as his pace quickened and intensified, I finally flooded into a screaming cum, writhing and grabbing him closer and tighter into me. I felt his jets shoot inside, Jesus he was so deep, we merged into one clasping sticky mesh as we came over each other, gradually releasing and breathing deeply.
We lay for a while, sipping wine and floating easy conversation. I was amazed at how relaxed we were; a feeling that nothing else was expected, everything had been given, and nothing else mattered. After a while the conversation came round to how we had been feeling over the previous 48 hours. We exchanged stories of how horny we'd been. I told him of feeling like a bitch in heat with my cunt constantly wet, he told of how he'd had to leave a meeting with his briefcase pressed against his determined hard on.
This talk somehow filtered into my erectile tissue and I was incredulously aware of my nipples hardening, and my clitoris stiffening yet again. I shifted my hips and felt that he too was rousing once more. His hands caressed and explored my curves, fingers tracing the tiny scar running below my belly button. His kisses followed his hands, and the proximity of his luscious mouth to my clit sent me soaring. My legs opened like a vacuum and he was sucked into the vortex of my pussy. His lips and tongue lapped around my lips then circled round my erection, sucking it in blissful pulses until I was moaning in pleasure. One hand drifted up to rub my nipple and squeeze my taught breast. I dissolved into a surreal orgasm, floating gently above some magnetism between my legs. As my sighs subsided he climbed up, and fully erect again entered me confidently. We looked at each other as we rode, bodies moving comfortably together. We moved around the bed, exploring positions, angles, feeling what pleased and what teased.
