Dear friends-earlier this year, I befriended Nurse Sally, also an author here. We wrote to each other every day, and shared many fantasies. I consider her a great, dear friend. One thing we did, was to write stories for each other exclusively. I wrote this story for Sally in June and I sent it to her as a gift. Last week I asked her if I could share it with the Lit community and she graciously said that I could. Thanks Sally, I hope you enjoy it again. JR
written for Nurse Sally
The shower sizzled like summer rain on a tin roof as Sally finished the last stroke of her delightful chore. Last week, after reading a sexy e-mail from a new friend, she decided to shave bare, rather than just trim her vaginal area in preparation of summer swimsuit wear. The feeling combined with thoughts from the e-mail led her to touch, explore and finger her long neglected honey pot. Soon she was gently teasing with fingers and finally with dildos until she was left gasping for breath.
This morning, waking early she touched herself again and before long, with astro glide on her jell cock, she was plunging into her pussy, giving herself the fucking of her life. When she had become sufficiently exhausted and satisfied she hopped off the bed and into the shower, realizing that the weeks worth of growth was starting to create a stubble there, and that just wouldn't do. She loved the naked smoothness now and decided to keep it that way.
So, with her Mons back to shining baldness, she dried off and applied a lightly scented soothing balm to the area. Her reverie was disturbed by the doorbell followed by knocking on the door.
'Who could that be?" she wondered as she threw on a terry bathrobe and looked out the second story window to the front walkway. A truck was parked out front and a middle aged slightly balding man stood below her with a clip board in his hand.
"Can I help you?" Sally said from the open window.
"God morning ma'am Miss....Enfermera? I'm Bill from maintenance, I have a heat pump for your unit and a work order for today." He said looking up with a polite smile.
Sally had forgotten that this was the day her dad had scheduled the installation of the new pump. She glanced at the clock-8:10...."but you're...."
"Early....yes ma'am I know we're scheduled for 9 but the last job ran into a glitch, so we couldn't complete it. If you're not ready I'll just go get some coffee and be back at 9."
"No...no it's... it's just that my dad's not here and I..."
"Sure miss, no problem." the man said in an understanding way as he turned to walk back to his truck.
"I'll be back at 9." he said waving.
Sally felt bad for having to make the man leave, and if he finished early she thought then she could get to the gym that much earlier today. She was being silly she thought, I'm 18 now surely I'm an adult and not a little girl anymore.... "wait" she called out "It's OK, just let me get dressed and you can start, I'll make coffee here, I'm dying for a cup anyway."
"You sure ma'am? I don't mind waiting." he called back. Now Sally could see that the man was clearly in his late forties, or more likely early fifties- still in great shape with rugged good looks.
"No, no...it's fine-just give me two minutes." she called back. The man leaned against his truck, and took out his cell as she stepped back from the window into her bedroom.
She quickly took off the robe and tossed it on her still disheveled bed then opened her lingerie drawer and selected a navy satin thong. She loved the way the satin felt against her newly shaved mound and it gave her a shiver as she tucked the thong between her cheeks. The shiver extended to her now hardening nipples atop her smallish breasts.
Smallish, but so amazingly sensitive to the tongue. She smiled thinking about Richie, her sometimes boyfriend who could almost make her cum from his licking and sucking of her nipples.
"Calm down girl she said as she grabbed a pair of white shorts and a cut off Atlanta Braves T, then slipped her feet into sandals while tossing her short hair back with her fingers. For a final touch, she sprayed a mist of her after bath 'Halston Eu du' Toilette' and stepped into it.
True to her word, she opened the door in just over two minutes. The man smiled and stepped away from the truck, grabbing a tool-bag and a cardboard box. "Hi, I'm Bill. I should be done by 9:30, where is the utility room?" he said as he entered.
During the brief exchange, nothing escaped Sally's sharp eye. He had graying blond hair, about six foot tall with straight white teeth and the bluest eyes she had ever seen. His easy gentlemanly way was disarming, almost like a polite cowboy would be. He was even better looking than she could tell from the second floor, way better looking.
She paused a beat before answering, and knew that made her look dumb. "Uhh oh, it's under the stairway, there, that door." she said pointing. "How do you like your coffee?"
"Black please, thanks you didn't have to do that."
"No, it's fine, I was going to make a pot anyway. If you need anything I'll be in the kitchen." she smiled and left him at the cellar door. Her heart pounded in her chest as she turned away and all she could think was 'Oh my god, he is so gorgeous.
As Sally walked away, Bill found the light switch, located the circuit breaker box and the burnt out heat pump. The first thing he though of was the girl, god she's cute about as old as my niece Jennifer probably seventeen or eighteen ' he guessed. The air around her was infused by her scent- her friendly smile and pleasant voice echoed in his mind. OK heat pump, let's get you out of there he thought, getting back to the task at hand. The unit was an older one, the first ones used in this complex and he had changed a dozen or so this past winter. He knew the job would be simple, too bad it wouldn't take longer so he could get to know the girl...don't be an idiot Bill. Change the pump and get out of there!
In the kitchen, Sally had put up a freshly ground pot of coffee, and while she was at it, she put some sweet rolls in the oven. While pouring the coffee, the phone rang.
"Hi hon, how's it going?" her dad said.
"Hi daddy, the repairman is here."
"Oh, he's early, good-any problems?"
"I don't think so, he went to the utility room and he 's working. He said he'd be done by 9:30."
"OK, Sal, you know if that's the case I'll just continue on to the city, unless you want me to come back so you can leave."
Sally thought for a moment, her sweet rolls were still baking.
"No dad it's fine. I'll see you tonight."
"I'm going to Boston tonight remember Sal...I have the trade show."
"Oh, duh- right. OK I'll see you Thursday daddy."
"K, sweetie, see you." And they hung up.
The sweet rolls were ready, Sally took the cookie sheet out and placed it on the stove. In a few minutes she could glaze them. In the meantime, she poured the coffee and took a cup to the utility room.
Once there, she could see that Bill was deep into his work and seemed to be unaware of her.
"Hot...coffee" she said although for some reason her mind wanted to say Hot... pussy'
She set the cup down and inhaled the unmistakable scent of man. A thrill jolted through her center as she saw that Bill had removed his outer shirt and was wearing a white T, his muscular arms were tense as he was unbolting the pump. He glanced at her, then at the cup, then back to her face. Along the way he admired her nipples poking through the thin cotton T.
"Ah, great, you're an angel" he said with light perspiration around his brow and lip. He continued to turn the bolt until it dropped into his hand. "OK, that one was tough."
"Oh, it it going to take longer than you thought?" she asked.
"No, It'll still be just about an hour as long as the coupling is OK."
"Coupling?"
"Yeah, it's what the pump is attached to. This unit is over twenty years old so the bolts are a little corroded. No problem though, I'll be out of your hair in no time."
'I have no hair on my pussy' she thought. Then, startled that she'd thought that in her mind, she stammered "Uhh I ..I made some sweet rolls. Come into the kitchen when you're ready."
Sally turned and walked out quickly.
Once she returned to the kitchen, Sally leaned against the counter, her heart pounding in her ears and tried to catch her breath. 'What's happening to me? She thought. All I want to do is to tell this hunky man that I'm wantonly naked beneath my panties...I just feel so ...so wicked when I'm near him.'
At that moment, the door opened and Bill walked into the room. "Wow, great coffee." he smiled/
"Oh, thanks, do you want some more?" do you want some pussy too?
"Oh swell, thanks." he said extending his cup.
Sally continued as she poured "I was just about to glaze the sweet rolls, hold on a sec."
"Thanks-they look great. I'm going to go out to the truck to get the replacement pump, take your time." he said as he walked to the door.
Sally watched him go, then turned to the tray of sweet rolls. She opened the packet of glaze and swirled it around each one. 'I wonder If I swirl some of this around my pussy lips if he'd like that better?'she thought. God Sally, stop it. He can't hear my thoughts but I might accidentally blurt something out that I can't take back. Easy girl!
The door opened and Bill returned with a heavy carton. He headed back to the utility closet "I'll be right back for a taste of that." he said as he disappeared.
"A taste of what? 'my pussy?' Sally wondered...oh the rolls."
A few minutes later Bill returned wiping his hands with a cloth. Sally handed him a plate as he picked up his cup again. "Mmm thanks...Miss Enfermera."
"Sally."
"Ahh Sally, well thanks." He took a big bite and nodded approvingly, "Goob...he said with the food in his mouth, then laughed as he said it. Sally laughed too, he had a lot of boy inside of him she could see, and she liked that.
As he chewed, Sally looked over his body a little closer, careful not to allow him to catch her eyes glancing at the bulge in his jeans. I wonder what his cock is like, if it's fat and long, or wide and medium size, the kind of cock she really loved to feel inside her. His arms and neck were well muscled and she could imagine that his whole body was masculine and hard, especially hard. She couldn't help herself. Boys were nice, but they were boys. Men, mature men like Bill were more of what she craved.
