It was late by the time I'd seen my last client off and cleaned up. Humming happily to myself, I folded towels and restocked shelves thinking about what the evening might bring. It had been another excellent day at my dream job and it wasn't over yet.
Nurse Adams I had a date.
I locked up and walked out through the waiting room, up the stairs and out into the village grounds where the sun was going down.
Billowing cumulus clouds like cotton-wool were lit up in a blaze of gold and red that covered the horizon. I definitely needed a shower, I could smell the sex wafting off me, but the sunset mesmerized me. Sitting down on a park bench I decided to watch the show for a while.
A tiny figure in the distance caught my eye and I immediately recognized the nun stepping out of her office and coming towards me.
The fading sunshine was casting peculiar changing shadows over the twilight gardens making things difficult to make out but her smooth gliding walk was unmistakable.
The nuns' habit that The Reverend Mother always wore covered her legs right to the ground so her feet were hidden. Likewise she usually keeps her hands out of sight, choosing to tuck them inside her billowy sleeves - her left hand in the right sleeve and her right hand in the left. When she walks you can't see any limbs moving. She's like a store mannequin on wheels.
This outrageous fetish creature, sailing towards me through the twilight, was nothing like the amazing sexy woman I used to know. To me The Reverend Mother will always be Rhonda, the wonderful women who took my cherry when I was just a boy. I'll never get used to her dressed like a nun.
As she approached I looked in vain for a hint of the incredible body I used to know so well. It was hidden somewhere under that gunmetal-gray sack she always wore. Apart from the magnificent twin mountains made by her boobs, there was nothing.
"Hello Johnny," she said in that smarmy 'butter-wouldn't-melt-in-my-mouth' tone she had adopted - as though I'd never seen her naked. "I'm so pleased to have caught you."
I ostentatiously rearranged my cock. Just being in her presence was enough to make me hard. Pushing my big bulging tool into a more comfortable position she smiled smugly at the pulsing erection she'd caused. She may have been celibate but she was very much aware of the effect she has on me.
"I just wanted to tell you how excited I am that you and Nurse Adams are coming tonight. I've got so much new material... it will be such good fun."
That beautiful face I adored so much was flushed and excited, framed inside the oval opening of her coif - the white balaclava thing that nuns wear under their hood.
"Yes ma'am," I said smiling up at her, my huge cock pushing out the front of my thin white pants.
She sat down beside me, staring down at my crutch.
"It's no wonder the ladies all want you Johnny," she said softly, "I remember how good you made me feel ...when I required such things."
Her words shocked me. Since I'd started working at St. Ophelia Retirement Village, The Reverend Mother had avoided speaking about our shared past. This was the most intimate we had been since I was a child, fucking her when she was just Rhoda Flemming, the wife of a pathetic little weasel who had no idea how to please her. (See Ch.03)
To my horror I felt tears welling up in my eyes.
"Oh dear," she exclaimed in a mortified tone. "Don't do that Johnny dear..."
Sitting down she put her arms around me, pulling my head down onto her chest and patting me on the back. Sobbing like a schoolgirl into her magnificent breast, I was to embarrassed to enjoy it.
"There, there Johnny dear..." she said. "There, there..."
I was mortified.
"I'm so sorry Reverend Mother," I sobbed. "I just don't understand why we can't be together, like we used to be... I'd never tell anyone..."
I had not realized the depth of feeling I had bottled up.
"Dear, dear Johnny," she said consolingly. "I remember those times very fondly and nothing could replace those memories. It was a difficult decision for me to make but I feel that my chastity is important now. It's the price I pay for the work I... we are doing here..."
The irony of her response seemed lost on her so I just stayed quiet and after a minute or two I had pulled myself together.
She continued to allow me to nuzzle her cleavage though and I began to appreciate the swell of her tits and her wonderful combination of erotic smells; Pears Soap and sweat.
Exploiting her sympathy, I put my hand on her lap and snaked the other around her body and even this seemed okay. The patting on my back became a stroke and then a rub and she kissed the top of my head...
Suddenly she pushed me away and clambered to her feet, seriously shaken.
"Oh god, oh god," she panted. "You are a constant temptation to me Johnny."
She turned on her heal and, without another word, glided back the way she'd come.
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NURSE ADAMS
Nurse Adams and I had been invited to the Showreel Evening.
Once a month The Reverend Mother invited a select group of her followers to her chambers to preview new videos she had acquired before they were made available to the rest of the horny village population.
She had already put hundreds on the village's video server. Residents who have the access key can watch them on the dedicated cable channel. Lots of the old women living here watch them now and more are adding their own videos all the time. Mostly it's footage The Reverend Mother is responsible for. She has hidden cameras all over the place.
After a long hot shower I dressed in crisp clean scrubs - the short sleeve white cotton shirt and loose white cotton yoga pants that I always wear.
I knocked on the nurse's door at eight o'clock and was invited in while she finished getting ready.
It was no surprise to see she was wearing the same pale blue nurses uniform she always wore. It was much too short and tight for her hefty round body. The course blue linen clung tightly across her big bum.
As always, it was done chastely up under her chin - but the little white buttons were stretched to breaking point over her colossal round boobs. The white lace of her bra and tantalizing glimpses of flesh were plainly visible through the gaping spaces between the buttons.
She always wore this getup, right down to the 1950's style nurses cap perched at a jaunty angle on her burnt blonde hair and the big white nametag - ADAMS, in large black capitals.
The only compromise she'd made for our evening together were her shoes.
