I was just finishing my post-closing market clean-up when my cell buzzed with a text alert.
"Drum cxl tday and Thur...Drexel...xox...DD (Teary eyed emoji)"
I texted back emojis of my own, teary eyed face and a broken heart with "soon" and a happy face.
Well, that put a hole in my week. I was expecting Deidre this afternoon but, disappointed as I was, I though perhaps a day off might be therapeutic. One can't over-extend oneself...can one! A little restful masturbation seemed to be the order of the day. But work first....
"Not so fast!" said the knock at the door.
"Who the hell is THAT," I said to myself, "hardly anybody knocks on my door except Deidre and I just found out what her whereabouts were going to be for at least this week. So, WHO?"
O.K., cliche' time, "You could have knocked me over with a feather!" or, "Out of the blue, there she was!" Or, "In all the gin joints in all the world, she was the last person I expected to see!"
Well, when I opened the door, she was the last person I expected to see!
"Desi! This is a complete surprise!"
There stood Desi, tall, dark, and willowy, in a set of medical "scrubs" that only she could make look good. O.K., time for another cliche', I was "gobsmacked"!
"Good grief, Desi," I said with amazement conspicuously on my face, "how are YOU? I missed you the last time I was at the lab. Kasia told me that you had passed your boards and licensing requirements and that you were off to work as a nurse. How wonderful is THAT! But, look at me, leaving you stand in the doorway! Come on in!"
Desi stepped inside, smiled, and kissed me on the forehead. She could do that easily, you know; she and I are nearly the same height. She took one of my hands in one of hers and said, "I'm guessing the bedroom is down the hall? Shall we?"
With that she led me by the hand, like a small boy, down the hallway and into my bedroom. I was speechless and Desi chose not to talk. Once in my bedroom, Desi turned to face me, and kissed me again, this time with her tongue parting my lips to play with my tongue. With one of her hands behind my head, she press us closer together and our kissing became all the more passionate as a result. "Mr. Happy", a name one of my old girlfriends gave my penis, was getting...well...Happy.
My workday attire that day, it being a warm day, consisted of a T-Shirt, blue jean cut-offs, and flip-flops. As our kissing progressed, Desi managed, with her free hand, to unbutton my shorts and slide down the zipper. With a minimum of tugs, she had my shorts down around my ankles. Disengaging from our kiss, she knelt down, and stared directly at my penis which was getting harder by the second. I saw her lick her lips.
Cupping my testicles in one hand, she encircled my shaft with the fingers of her other hand and stroked my cock to a full erection. Still stroking it with one hand, Desi lowered her lips down onto it and slowly took it into her mouth. At first, she had just its head in her mouth. I could feel her tongue swirling around it, contacting those acutely sensitive parts just below its head. Her suction was gentle as her tongue searched for the little bit of liquid that was coming to the surface. I could tell she found it when her tongue lingered at my cock's opening. The friction of her tongue there sent a thrill through my body.
As Desi continued to stroke the lower portion of my shaft, she inserted more of it in her mouth, forcing it farther into her, all the while continuing with using her tongue to stimulate it. Her in-and-out motion started subtly and then increased in tempo while she took more and more of me into her. I sensed that the head of my penis was contacting her soft palate. She didn't force it beyond that but the pressure of her mouth increased my pleasure. More stroking, harder sucking, deeper penetration into her mouth. I could hear her purr...actually purr...as she kept on.
If you don't know this about me by know, let me explain. I am a man of control and restraint when it comes to (no pun intended) my orgasms. But this time I didn't try to control it. And I came more quickly than is my custom. And I came A LOT! Desi had no trouble taking all of my ejaculation into her mouth. She swallowed with her mouth around my cock and continued until my pulsing stopped. Not a drop escaped her lips, which she licked with pleasure just to make sure.
My orgasm made me weak in the knees, on top of the fact that this gorgeous woman made me week in the knees to begin with. I sat down--read plopped--on the edge of my bed, breathing deeply as I supported myself with both arms behind me. Desi continued to kneel in front of me, looking at me with her big brown eyes agleam, and smiling that wonderful smile of hers.
"Mr. DrumMOND," she said in proper nurse fashion, "not seeing your for such a long time told me that you were in need of a check-up. I'm not worried any more. You are just fine... actually...much better than I expected."
I leaned down, and now it was my turn to give her a kiss on the forehead. I kissed her forehead, and her eyebrows, then her eyelids, and her nose....little pecks...and finally her lips. I mirrored her earlier kissing and started some tongue play. I could taste the saltiness of my semen on her lips and tongue. I didn't mind; it wasn't the first time I had that sensation; besides, this special woman deserved a special kiss. You know? She actually began purring again!
I put my hands underneath Desi's elbows and stood her up on her feet, maintaining our kiss as best I could. I my intention was to undress her while still kissing--romantic, but impossible. One would think that those green surgical "scrubs" would be easy to take off. Well, not exactly, especially while one is kissing the wearer.
First, the top needs to be slipped off over one's head, a difficulty; plus, nurses such as Desi, usually have something in the breast pocket of their scrubs, in this case it was surgical scissors and a roll of surgical tape. Those items flew out of the pocket as I raised the top over her head--bounce, bounce...clatter, clatter, clatter!
Well, O.K., then the pants should come off easily then. Not so! The pants have drawstrings which wound up in a knot which required some close work to undo--I should have picked up the scissors and used them on the drawstring. And, well, oops! Desi was wearing her clunky "nursey" shoes and thick socks. I suppose I could have slipped the pants over them but a) I didn't want to risk getting them caught on her shoes, and b) the shoes were going to need to come off at some point, so I pulled her shoes off and socks off one at a time. Aha! Now the pants--after all that, they fell easily off over her hips and to the floor where Desi simply stepped out of them.
I stepped back to admire my work when I realized Desi still had on her bra and panties. Both of them were white which stood in stark contrast to her deep brown skin. It took my breath away, but not enough for me flag in my task. Her bra fastened in the front--what a blessing--so was easy to unsnap and remove; her panties were full size "granny panties", not bikini briefs or a thong. I pealed them down over her hips and legs; as soon as they hit the floor, Desi kicked them into a corner. I took off my T-Shirt and threw it into the corner with Desi's panties.
Both of us naked now called for an embrace--she had no shyness about that all, and neither did I. Kissing her again, I did a little dance move turning her so that her back was to the bed. It took very little effort to tip her onto the bed. As I was hugging her at the time, that move pulled us both onto the bed, me on top of her. This amused her and she let out a soft faux-shriek followed by a giggle.
We finally moved so that we were lying down on our backs, side by side. I propped myself up on one arm and looked at Desi, just to admire her body. Her was short but straight, her face a little round and almost girlish, her ebony body was captivating, her skin seemed almost luminescent it was so smooth. Lying on her back her breasts, while small, were not tiny and they were firm to the point of no sag at all. Her nipples were small and a little puffy but definitely erect. Desi had a flat tummy, but not muscular, and her pubic area was smooth, bald actually--I suspected a wax job, there wasn't an hair on her body at all, as I will explain later. Being tall, Desi had long legs, nicely formed and, again, not overly muscled. This young woman could easily be a fashion model...easily!
I leaned over and began to kiss her while at the same time moving my free hand to her breasts. Her arms were folded across her chest but didn't impede my efforts. As I kissed her gently, nibbling on her lips, I used the palm of my hand to lightly, ever so lightly brush against one of her nipples. It was barely a touch but her body reacted immediately with a flinch. I tried this with her other nipple--same reaction. My tongue licked across her lips as I brushed her nipples again. There was less of a flinch this time but she sighed slightly. Another brush with my hand, another sigh.
I moved my lips away from hers, kissed her chin, her neck, and worked my down to the level of her breasts. I kissed one nipple and then the other; lightly sucked one nipple then the other, and repeated this several times slowly. Her breathing got slightly heavier. I increased my suction on her nipples during my next pass, her breathing got even deeper. Each time I increased the pressure and each time she reacted until she was squirming slightly in rhythm to her breathing. Her eyes were closed but there was smile on her lips. I knew she was enjoying it all.
I started kissing my way down her body all the way to her pubic area. I lingered there giving the surface more attention and inching my way to the top of her vaginal crease. I was excited to see what her labia and vagina looked like. I move down again, spread apart her legs, and knelt between them. Her vagina was as neat and pretty as any I had ever seen. I couldn't see until I actually parted her fine exterior crease how fine and delicate her labia were. There was no searching for her clitoris, either. It was not large, if fact it was just a tiny thing under its hood, but it was close to the surface and there was no hair to obscure it.
