Please note:
This chapter isn't intended to be a realistic scenario, but a description of role play, with some suspension of realism!
All characters are over the age of 18
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He was on tenterhooks as his bedroom door swung open and his mother's friend stood in the open doorway. The reason for her going into his mother's room was immediately apparent.
She was wearing on of his mother's nurse uniforms. It was a tunic, rather than a dress style, and dark blue in colour. He gave a sharp intake of breath to see her in it, not just in anticipation of some role play, but also because of her appearance.
The tunic was, of course, designed to be worn with trousers. Aunt Sue, however, was wearing it as a dress without trousers. It reached just an inch or two below her crotch.
Also, instead of wearing black tights, as nurses did if not wearing a trousered uniform, she was wearing white. And they were stockings, not tights. Their lacy tops and her white suspenders were in clear view below the short hem, and so was the pale, bare skin of her thighs above them. At five feet three inches she was a few inches shorter than his mother was, which, deliciously, made the tunic just long enough to cover her crotch and awaken the desire to see it.
The sight captivated him. The powerful appeal lay in the delicious contrast between the plain, unflattering tunic, and the overwhelmingly provocative overall effect. Even the unsexy, fairly loose-fitting and utilitarian tunic was itself erotic due to its ludicrous shortness. No nurse would be allowed to dress in such a way -- or wish to. Nor would any nurse be allowed to draw the eye to her legs by wearing white stockings or tights, let alone to sport stockingtops and suspenders. But such a nurse existed in plenty of fantasies. And, whilst the scenario was purely role play and not for real, it thrilled him to have such a sexy "nurse" in the flesh, bent on her own and his sexual pleasure.
She even had in her hand a toy blood pressure device, which she placed on the dressing table, and a toy stethoscope around her neck. Now he understood the reason for her trip into town the previous afternoon, her declining of having him accompany her, and her reticence to disclose what she had bought when he asked her. He stared at her legs in her white stockings.
He didn't realise it at the time, but whenever he saw his mother in uniform from now on, his mind would conjure up the image that was mow before his eyes. He would struggle to see any nurse from this point without thinking of his mother's friend.
As for Sue, her heart was pounding with excitement, though she was anxious to try to remain calm. She enjoyed role play from time to time, but had refrained from discussing it with him. Partly she wanted to keep it a surprise; partly she feared it might sound tacky. Any fears were dissipated immediately by his eager expression.
"I'm Nurse Sue. I've come to see how you're doing."
He sat upright but she shook her head to discourage him.
"No -- don't try to sit up," she remonstrated gently. "I gather your blood pressure is very low. It's best if you stay lying down," she added.
He nodded. She stepped to the bed and his eyes latched onto the subtle rippling of her breasts under the tunic, which fitted her more loosely than it did his mother. He realised that she was not wearing a bra, another naughty contrast to the plain and unflattering nurse uniform top that she was wearing.
"Here... let's get you more comfortable," she said in a gentle but business-like tone.
She leaned forward, and he could make out the slight surge of her modest breasts under her tunic.
Her perfume wafted to his nostrils, sweet and heady. He inhaled it, and stared at the half-discernible form of her breasts. Her nipples pressed cheekily against the blue fabric.
Her breasts were just inches form his face. he longed to kiss and nuzzle them, but refrained, content to let her direct the role play and the pace. Instead he stared at the jiggling of her breasts under the loose tunic, tearing his eyes away only to look at the mirror on his bedroom wall. It reflected a view of the backs of her thighs, of her retreated hem, and of her panties. Like her stockings they were white, but instead of satin they were lacy. They were brief rather than tiny, and covered about half of each nicely rounded bum cheek.
Sue was acutely aware of his intense, hungry stare. She stooped forward a little further so that her breasts were almost in his face, and plumped his pillows slightly harder and longer than she needed, treating him to a prolonged view of her jiggling breasts.
He leaned back into the rearranged pillows. She straightened up, but as she did so she allowed her breast to brush his cheek, apparently inadvertently. He remained passive but intent, and his submission to her taking the lead aroused her further, adding a feeling of control over this eager but inexperienced lover who was half her age and her friend's son. She felt her juices seep.
"Right. Blood pressure..."
She turned and stepped to the dressing table, pausing for a moment with her back turned to him. In the mirror she could see his eyes fixed on the backs of her thighs and on her bum.
She came back to the bedside and put the toy blood pressure kit around his arm, fastening the Velcro straps. Again she felt lustful eyes roving over her body, sweeping over every curve, the clothing and the bared skin and slender, stockinged legs, resting here or there before continuing their longing journey.
She smiled, trying to maintain an aloof expression, as she pumped the rubber bulb to inflate the armband. It was only cheap, and barely functioned, but she pretended that it was real. She placed the toy stethoscope in her ears and against his skin and pretended to listen to his blood flow.
"Hmmm... still very low, er -- sorry, do you prefer Michael, or Mike?" she said.
"Mike. I prefer 'Mike'."
"Well. we'll try again in a few minutes. Let's try your pulse..."
Although he had often fantasised about different scenarios, he had never role-played before. Although he was undecided how active and how passive he should be, he was happy to continue to let her take the lead. Whilst allowing for her slutty attire, he enjoyed the way that she entered into it, and drew him into it, taking it fairly seriously and not allowing it to be embarrassingly silly.
He compliantly lifted his arm from under the duvet. She looked at it, admiring it. He wasn't especially athletic, but his arm was well-toned nevertheless. She took his wrist between her finger and thumb, and with her other hand she removed her watch from her tunic pocket.
"Thirty-eight. Still low. But I'm not getting a very clear reading. Hmmm..."
He looked into her face. She was managing a businesslike expression. He admired her lips, her long eyelashes and narrow, pencilled eyebrows. He let his gaze run down her slightly lined neck and over her modest breasts, then to her white-stockinged thigh.
She folded her arms under her breasts, causing them to bunch up deliciously, unrestrained by any bra under the unflattering garment.
"Hmmm... they can't figure out why your blood pressure is so low. Or how to make it rise. To be honest..."
To his delight she stepped away and began to walk back and forth along his bedside.
"To be honest, Mike, that's why I dressed like this. I don't suppose the other nurses who have visited you have been wearing a tunic without trousers, let alone white stockings...
