Fish and Finger Pie Ch. 9: (Enjoying the pleasures of older women)
Marsha
Marsha greeted me with a hug and kiss, pressing her rather large breasts up against me at the door to her terraced home in a suburb of the city an hour or so from the medical practice where she worked as a nurse. She was wearing a loose fitting tracksuit; she looked relaxed.
"I'm glad you came, Carter. I've cooked some Caribbean chicken for you."
I smiled at her, "Thank you, but we could have gone out."
"No, I want to spend the evening with you here. It's not often I get the chance to have such a handsome young virile man in my home!" She laughed...I snorted...
She pulled me in made me take off my coat, which she told me to put in the spare bedroom upstairs. She returned to the kitchen as I took the opportunity to have a little nosey in the bedrooms. I threw my coat and bag on the bed and looked in at the main bedroom. This was very tastefully decorated with a mix of West Indian and contemporary furnishings. Above the head of the bed was a large glossy picture of Ms Marsha Turner sitting provocatively on a chair dressed in some exotic, and possibly fetish lingerie. From what I could see she appeared to be wearing a twelve-strap garter belt over which she had on some transparent black knickers that left little to the imagination. Her waist was tightly bound with a lace-up corset that pushed her ample breasts up high. She was wearing a black mask although it didn't really disguise her face. She had on a pair of fishnet cable stockings over which she had put on a pair of thigh high leather boots with rather large and dangerous spiked, stiletto heels. I was impressed. I was used to seeing her dressed in a pair of hospital scrubs.
I went quietly down the stairs and joined her in the kitchen.
I asked, "Do you want me to do anything for you?"
She shook her head, just sit there and talk to me whilst I get on with the dinner. I hope you like spicy food, Carter, because this is what you are going to get."
I smiled, "I'm a poor student, Nurse Turner, I'll eat whatever I am given."
She turned and looked at me with a glint in her eye, "I'll hold you to that, Carter."
She plonked a cup of tea in front of me; "Tell me about yourself, Carter. You seem to be a little secretive."
I raised my eyebrows, "Secretive? About what?"
"How old are you?"
"Twenty-two."
"Girl friend?"
"Several."
She looked at me askance, "I don't think so, Carter."
I snorted, "How would you know? I've only been in your practice for two minutes."
She left the stove and sat down in front of me clutching a hot cup, "One of the nurses made a few enquiries about you; she knows a sister from Manchester; someone called Janice Williams."
"Oh, Janice? She was my supervising sister in A&E."
"Apparently, you had virtually moved in with her by the end of your placement."
"Yeah, so what? She's also a good cook." I smiled.
I got a playful punch on the arm, "Stop messing with me, Carter, she was teaching you the ways of the world, wasn't she?"
"I can not deny that we had a little extra-mural activity."
"She must be a least twice your age."
I nodded, "Just like you, Marsha."
She moved around the table and forced herself onto my lap, "You like your ladies mature, do you?" She put her arms around me. "I hope you are going to be as nice to me as you were to her."
She unzipped her top, pulled out one of her magnificent breasts and pushed my mouth on to the nipple. "Let's see what she really taught you..."
I rolled the nipple around my lips. I felt it harden so I pulled at it with my teeth. I felt her hand on the back of my head and she pushed my face into her cleavage. I got my hand down her trousers and under her knickers. Her vagina was dripping wet. I inserted a finger and found her G-spot. She shuddered and began to ride up and down. I could feel her clitoris engorging; it was big, not as large as Rashmika's but big enough to protrude out of her labia. This was going to be fun.