This story was inspired by my beautiful internet friend and lover, Tiffany. Tiffany really is as sensuous and desirable as described here and this story emerged out of a shared fantasy. Only the names have been changed. We would love to get feedback from readers. Please email any comments, suggestions, and ideas direct.
I had been rather troubled of late by my dear Tiffany's ill-health. Usually so vibrant and full of energy, she had been feeling rather low and generally under the weather. Of course she had been to see the doctor and had got a programme of pills. But these, somehow, only sapped her still further of energy and she was getting a bit bored at being confined to the bedroom all day. I knew something was lacking and I had an idea what it might be.
Let me tell you about my lover. Well, it is easiest if I begin by saying that she has a rare and alluring beauty. Much of this is attributable to her wonderfully rich ethnic background. Chinese, Japanese, Indian, Portuguese, Spanish and French ancestries have combined to produce a unique personality. Her face is open and warm, her skin smooth and flawless. Her most arresting feature is her deep, dark, eyes, expressive and penetrating. I love women with large eyes. Her lips, too, are lush and soft and made for kissing. You will see that she is altogether a sensual woman.
You will love, too, her long black hair which reaches well down her back. And then her body! Well, Tiffany is a true woman. Her body is deliciously curvaceous. Her breasts are full and large and rounded off by sexy erect nipples. Her arse, too, is well proportioned, offering much for a man to lust after and squeeze and caress. You will imagine that she looks great in tight jeans or short skirts! A soft stomach gives way to a delightful pussy. She usually keeps it smooth and shaven so her cunt lips are clearly visible and accessible to her fingers or my tongue. I love every inch of her - down to her slender, feminine and manicured fingers. She is, quite simply, an exotic and erotic beauty of the first order.
Tiffany is also bisexual. Ever since we met she has been quite open about this fact. She loves women - their bodies, their mannerisms, their personalities. She has had female lovers in the past and I encourage her to continue to enjoy female love. The thought of her with other women turns me on tremendously and my Tiffany is generous enough to share her lesbian fantasies with me, knowing it pushes me to the limit of my arousal.
She is, I think you will agree, an extraordinary woman. And it was to help this extraordinary woman recover the full bloom of health that I picked up the phone a few days ago and dialled an organisation entitled 'Intimate Nursing'. The advertisement promised personal nursing care for anyone requiring intimate attention, with a full range of services offered, from massage to bathing to the relief of pent up stress.
The company's website listed a number of nurses by name and I selected a certain lady called Angela. From the picture I could see that she was beautiful and about 35 years of age. More importantly she stated that she confined herself to the care of female patients only. So when I picked up the phone it was Angela I requested and the next day, when the bell rang shortly after 11am, it was her I found waiting on our doorstep.
I was delighted to see that she looked just like my Tiffany's favourite kind of woman: light brown hair, olive complexion, wonderfully curvy body. I tell her to go up stairs and assure her you will be a receptive patient. She enters the room and finds you still in bed, she smiles and introduces her self and tells you to relax - she is there for you. She sits down on the edge of the bed. She is wearing a tight white uniform. Her bust is clearly visible, straining against the fabric. She introduces herself as Angela and places a soft hand on your forehead.
'Umm, Tiffany, you're feeling a little warm. But don't worry, I'm here to look after your needs - all your needs. I specialise in looking after women, Tiffany. I think I know what they want. But to do that Tiffany I'm going to have to examine you closely, baby. Would you like that? Would you like me to examine you intimately?'
Angela strokes her finger over your cheek and along your neck. She raises her hand and slides her fingers through your hair.
'Do you mind a woman touching you Tiffany? Does it make you uncomfortable? Or do you, I wonder, like it? I can stop if you want me to - you just have to say....'
Angela peels back the cover and reveals your night shirt. Her slender fingers unbutton the top and the smooth skin of your chest becomes visible and the swell of your breasts. Her hand slides over your cleavage, cool against your skin. She runs her fingers over your lower neck, your upper chest, and then down slowly to the softness of your large breasts. You exhale your breath and close your eyes.
'I notice your not telling me to stop, Tiffany. I'm glad, Tiffany. I want to touch your body Tiffany. I want to feel it nice and close. And I think you want me to touch you, don't you? I think you like a woman's touch, don't you? I think your want me to caress your luscious young breasts, don't you Tiffany? I can always tell, dear, when a woman is open to new possibilities - open to another woman. Shall I kiss you, my dear, would you like that?'
'Yes, Angela, yes - I'd like that very much - I'd love that...'
Angela leans across and places her red lips on yours. Your lips are hot and wet and you respond to her embrace, clutching her head, loving the feel of he abundant hair. And her hand is now gliding over you my sweet, exploring and loving your ripe young body, enjoying your response as you shift and move against her hand. Soon your buttons are undone and your breasts are exposed to this woman. She expresses her admiration for your breasts, so full and inviting.
'Massage yourself honey, love your breasts for me while I make myself more comfortable and join you in your bed.'
She stands back now and slips off her clothes - dress, panties, bra - revealing her beautiful curvaceous body. You are salivating at the sight, stroking and massaging your tits, yearning for her touch. And then Angela lifts back the cover and slides her body alongside yours, rubbing herself against you and seeking out your tongue, your lips.
'Tell me Tiffany, what you want me to do to you...I'm yours baby, yours alone. Your own lesbian nurse. I'll do whatever you want to relieve your tensions and get you well baby. Tell me what you want me to do, darling, tell me.....'
You are moaning now under Angela's attentions, enclosing her body in your arms, pulling her closer to you, revelling in the sensuality of her feminine curves.
'Oh yes, Angela, I'm loving what your doing, I don't want you to stop. This is what I want - what I've wanted. Jon knows about my desires, he knows I'm bisexual - and he loves me for it. He knows I need lesbian love, that I need a woman's touch, that I lust after sexy women. Oh baby, touch me and love me, please, help me relieve my aches and frustrations with your tender care.'
