Darren had just been assigned to Malcolm Grow. Two years ago, he and I had had a hot and heavy sexual relationship at our first duty station. As a matter of fact, he'd been the first Air Force guy I'd dated following my graduation from college. We'd met at Maxwell AFB where we had undergone Commissioned Officer Training, and what we thought would be a quick four-week, fuck-buddy relationship quickly grew into something more. We got along well, laughed and joked a lot, and fucked two or three times a day; I was happy to find out that our initial assignment was to the same base in Texas.
Within weeks, we began to date seriously. Darren was a very nice guy with a big fat cock he knew how to use. He wasn't the curious or jealous type, and I had no problem sneaking away to occasionally dance at one of San Antonio gentleman's clubs without arousing his suspicion.
As the summer passed, however, I found myself growing a bit bored with Darren. He was just too nice for my tastes. He let me run all over him and never seemed to understand that I needed a man with at least a marginal nasty, rough streak in him. When Darren began to tell my friends he was going to propose to me, I broke things off. I told him that he was being too serious and that I wasn't ready to settle down yet.
Darren took the breakup much harder than I expected. He yelled and screamed and called me all kinds of nasty names. When he'd see me in the Officer's club or one of the dance clubs around town with other men, he'd glare at me with unabated hatred and jealousy in his eyes.
After I married Troy about eight months later, Darren finally spoke to me--it wasn't nice. "Not ready to settle down, huh?" He spat out the words with pure venom. "Not ready to marry a doctor maybe, but I see you snagged the first fucking pilot who came along. You're just another star-fucker like all the other whore nurses you hang around with."
There was no way I could explain to Darren why Troy was my perfect man so I just ignored his harsh words. Three months later, Darren married Suzanne Patrick, a bitchy, tall brunette flight-nurse who lorded her rank over me and my gal-pals religiously. As a captain, Suzanne was superior to all the newly-commissioned Second Lieutenant nurses assigned to the hospital. While she wasn't my direct supervisor, she delighted in ordering me around whenever I had the misfortune of being assigned to the same shift as she her. She was fond of correcting me and calling attention to every tiny mistake I made; something the other senior nurses never did publicly. She treated my two best friends Amy and Beth the same way. We told each other it was because she was just jealous of us, but to be honest, she was a very attractive woman herself-she just happened to be a mean, spiteful bitch.
Anyway, Darren and I were now working at the same hospital. Our paths had crossed a few times and, when they did, he nodded curtly and said a brief hello. I knew that sooner or later we'd have to work on the same shift and I wondered how it would work out. Suzanne and I had already worked a few shifts together and, as expected, she was her normally rude self, ordering me around and snipping at me for all sorts of imagined offenses. I was much more experienced, however, a brand new First Lieutenant, so Suzanne didn't get under my skin as much as she had before. That said, I still couldn't stand her.
One night as I reported in for a mid, I noticed that Daren was the on-call doctor. We had a minor problem with one of the little girls on the ward and my friend Amy had the operations desk page Darren. He was professional, though brusque, in his dealings with me that night and, after he departed, Amy could not resist teasing me about him.
"He still has the hots for you! Did you see the way he kept stealing peeks at you?" She giggled. "I bet he'd give anything to fuck you again. You ought to let him. You know, just to see if you could do it."
I had no doubts that I could seduce Darren if I really wanted to, but I just laughed at Amy's suggestion and put it out of my head for a few days. That Friday, however we had a farewell party for on of the docs in the makeshift bar we'd set up right across the street from the main hospital entrance. The medical personnel didn't always like going to the main O'Club after work, and since we all worked constantly rotating shifts, the main club wasn't always open at the times our shifts ended. We'd commandeered the former pharmacy building and, with a lot of work and some donated materials, turned it into a respectable place where the hospital's officers could get a beer and unwind at just about any time, day or night.
As we said goodbye to Dr. March following his last swing shift at the hospital, I noticed Darren frequently looking my way. I was sitting with Beth and another nurse, Jenny, and laughing and flirting with many of the male docs who had come to see off Dr. March. Darren's glances seemed warm and longing instead of spiteful and mean (the looks I had become used to seeing from him), so I raised my glass of beer in a toast and smiled warmly at him. As he returned my toast and smile, I found myself growing flushed at the thought of fucking him once again. That night I went home and rode my husband's cock with abandon as I thought about spreading my legs for Daren's big fat dick. As usual, my husband spurted his thick hot load in me rather quickly, but after he fell asleep, I rubbed my inflamed clit through two moaning orgasms as I though about Darren fucking me hard from behind while pulling hard on my long blonde hair.
A week went by and, as I dressed for my upcoming mid-shift, I recalled that Darren would be on duty that night. I'd been down for three days with a nasty cold and, since I hadn't been fucked at all during that time, I found myself growing aroused as I thought about Darren and fantasies I'd been having about him. Accordingly, I selected my shortest, tightest white uniform to wear that night. I pulled on a pair of laced-top, white thigh highs and slipped into a blue and white stripped cotton thong. The crepe-soled shoes we had to wear weren't the sexiest things in the world, but with my too-tight, too-short skirt on, I knew I looked hot. I didn't worry about anyone saying anything about my out-of-regulations appearance; no one who cared would be around on a Saturday night mid.
I was delighted, and not surprised to notice that Darren was paying me lots of attention. He spoke nicely to both me and Beth, and smiled at me constantly. I few times, as I briefed a chart to him, our arms or hips touched and he made no effort to move away. At about 1 AM I made up my mind that this was the night I was going to seduce him.
"I'm gonna fuck him tonight, Beth." I told my busty friend. "You know, for old time's sake. I'm gonna fuck his motherfucking brains out and show him what he's been missing."
"You should!" Beth squealed. "You should see if he still knows how to use that cock, or if Suzanne has made him a fucking eunuch."
Beth and I both laughed raucously at her statement and she agreed to cover for me for an hour or so while I seduced my former lover.
The next time Darren appeared at the desk, I asked him if I might speak to him privately for a few minutes. He, of course, agreed and followed me into an empty patient's room. A few moments after asking him if we were "alright" working together and if he still hated me for breaking up with him, I was in Darren's arms as he kissed me passionately. Our tongues dueled back and forth as Darren's hands worked down my back and clenched my tight little ass hard.
"Mmmmm,' I moaned into his mouth, pressing my firm tits tight against him. "I missed this!"
Darren groaned deep in his throat as he pawed all over my solid, thong-split ass-cheeks and I felt his thick hard cock pressing against my upper stomach as I writhed erotically in his arms.
Gloating to myself, I chuckled at how easy it had been to once again have Darren eating out of my hand. Pressed tight against him, I used one hand to hastily work my skirt up over my slender, gyrating hips and then used it to guide his hand to the front of my sopping wet, blue and white thong.
"Finger it!" I panted to him through my kiss-swollen lips. "Put your finger in my pussy and fuck it."
Darren needed no coaxing. Within seconds, his eager fingers found their way under my thong and he slipped two thick digits into my dripping wet cunt-hole.
