I enrolled in the local university after my discharge from the Navy, but class wasn't going to open until the fall of the next year. After the high stress of my tour in the Navy, I wanted a candy job while I waited. So I got a job working as a maintenance man at nursing home. My sister's husband worked there, and his sister, and a huge number of females I didn't know were there waiting for me, I was sure.
The job was mostly fixing doors and oiling wheels on beds and changing light bulbs and other complicated tasks. In other words, I spent a lot of time walking from floor to floor looking for things to do. And meeting the women, of course.
One of my first Saturday shifts landed me the assignment of testing and adjusting sliding doors in closets. I started on the south half of the second floor, going into every room and checking closets. After lunch, I started in on the northern end of the floor. Halfway down the first side, a nurse entered the room in front of me.
This room was vacant, and the nurse was adjusting the window blinds when I came in. I said "Hi" and turned to test the closet doors. I slid them open, then closed. Fine, no adjustment needed. I turned to leave, and walked into the nurse standing quietly right behind me. I grabbed at her to keep from falling. She put her arms around me and kissed me, then broke off and walked out of the room, leaving behind confused sensations of warmth, softness, brown shining eyes, and a sweet pollen cloud. She never said a word.
Well. That was interesting. I didn't pursue her, there were too many people in the hallway. I stayed in that room and played with the closet some, pondering why a thirty year old married woman with a nice figure and pretty face would choose to come onto me like that. We'd never spoken to each other before. I didn't even know her name. Filing it for reference, I resumed my little job. The Kissing Bandit Nurse didn't say anything or look at me as I finished that floor.
The work shifts were staggered so that the nurses departed at 3:00 and the maintence men stayed until 4:00, playing security guard. I was sitting in the maintenance shop in the basement, which was off the hallway leading to the parking lot. My partner, a sixty year old alcoholic black man, was off in some other part of the building. I heard a nurse come into the shop, "Hello! Is anyone here? You got any boxes?"
I got up and looked around the corner. It was the Kissing Bandit. "Come on in. Let me check." There were no boxes on the shelves. "Not today." I took the time now to look closely as this woman. She was about five foot four, with wavy brown hair held back as nurses do. Her eyes were a darker brown than her hair, and their twinkle matched the come on smile of her mouth and the suggestive sway of her hips. Her wedding band was gold and wide.
I sat back down in my chair, which was in an office alcove out of sight of the hallway. The chatter of the other nurses was loud in the hall as they made their way out the door. She followed me into the alcove and stood next to my chair. She had changed out of her white uniform into a red tee shirt over pink corduroy pants. The pants were so tight her pussy lips bulged visibly in the "Y". I looked up at her, and ran my hand up the inside of her thigh. She moved her leg slightly and I stroked her pussy boldly with my thumb. "I enjoyed your attack today. Did you come in to follow up?"
"Yes." And she bent to kiss me. Our lips met, and then our tongues. And the sounds of Jake, my partner, laughing with a nurse came from the hall. The Kissing Bandit, whose name I still didn't know, jumped back, acting guilty. Jake saw the motion as he entered. I said. "Sorry, no boxes now. Check Monday. The supplies are usually delivered then."
She walked out, clearly flustered. I talked to Jake for a minute, not telling him a thing, and then excused myself to "check the floors" and arrange my thoughts. Ten minutes later I came down to the basement from the stairs by the door. I was surprised to see the Kissing Bandit sitting at the door, reading. I talked with her for a few minutes. Her name was Mary Alice, and she was waiting for her husband to pick her up. He drove into the parking lot as we talked. Mary Alice got up, and passed me a slip of paper as she said "good night".
I went home an hour later, and took a shower and ate something. The paper had only a time and a telephone number. I called at seven, as she asked, prepared to sell life insurance if a man answered. Worse, a kid answered. I decided to play the role just in case. "Hi. This is Joe Cannoli from South Eastern Life. Is your mother home?"
"Sure. Mommy, it's for you." Her mother picks up the telephone. "Hello?" She had a smooth pleasant voice, with just a touch of a Southern accent. A charming thing to find among the harsh flat voices in central New York.
"Hi. It's Bob. I got your message. Can you talk now? Your daughter thinks I'm selling insurance."
She said loudly, "it's not the best time." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Meet me at eleven in the Wagon Wheel on Thomspson Road in Chittenango. I'll be there, I promise." She hung up before I could say "okay".
I'd never heard of the place, and I'd never been in that town before, so I left early and spent a couple of hours finding it. It was well out into the rural area away from the city. I walked into the country western bar at ten. It was a fair sized place, with a live band and a dance floor. God, hoped I didn't have to dance to country music. I drank some beer and got beat playing pool. No dart board in this bar.
Midnight came, and no babe. Damn. Okay, one more beer then I'll go. I leaned against a pole sipping beer and watching the regulars dance this funny line dance. Mary Alice walked in at twelve thirty, wearing a knee length denim skirt, a blue checked shirt, and white boots. She slipped in next to me, and said "Sorry I'm late."
"Married life is a bitch. Have a beer."
She shook her head and said, "No. Get me screwdriver." I ordered another beer as well, and we carried our drinks to a dark corner. She downed her drink in one gulp, and pressed her body against mine. She pulled my face to hers and kissed me deeply, the taste of vodka strong on her tongue. "Drink up and let's go." I put my nearly full beer down and led her out the door.
We got in her car, and she drove a short distance. "I've had my eye on you from the first day. You got cute buns and move with a confidence that makes the girls hot." I like hearing girls tell me this, not that they do very often. I leaned over and placed my hand on her thigh, sliding it just under her skirt. Her legs were firm and smooth. She gave me a peck on the lips then placed my hand firmly in my lap and said "Let me drive."
Mary Alice drove carefully for a mile or so before parking well off the side of a dark road. She got out, a roaring sound coming in loudly when she opened her door. She pulled something from the back and said "follow me." She led me to an old three strand barbed wire fence, and crossed it. She walked confidently on a path invisible to me in the light of the setting moon, and I followed closely, worried about bulls, cows, wild dogs, and holes in the ground. I thought about other holes with anticipation.
We rounded a bush and she stopped. The roaring sound was loud, now. Looking up, I realized she'd lead me to a small clearing at the base of the Chittenango waterfall. The curling waters were milky white in the light of the setting moon, and and magic was in the air here.
Mary Alice turned, and I reached for her. I kissed her eagerly and she melted in my arms. I moved to pull her to the ground and she yelled "Not here!". I could barely hear her over the rushing water.
