My plane was the last in before they shut down the airport. It was one of those hairy, yaw filled landings and even the flight attendant looked uncomfortable. The pilot did a masterful job. Ten feet off the runway he slammed the rudder over and had us dead center on the runway and pointed straight as we touched down. The flight attendant made the sign of the cross.
There were about five inches of snow on the ground, not enough to stop me in my rental SUV, but the radio said that many businesses were closing early. I had four appointments set up for the day and hoped they didn't cancel on me. Two did but the most important two were still on. I had a good day and closed about a million in business after spending the previous three months laying the groundwork. I headed for the hotel at just before noon. The roads were getting nasty and even my favorite Sushi Bar had closed.
I went in the side entrance and walked by the ballroom. It was full of young women wearing white uniforms. I checked in and asked the clerk what the convention was. He informed me that the hotel was pretty full with a bunch of Navy nurses. He winked and told me that there were only about ten men in the building and a shade over two-hundred nurses and gave me a duplicate key card, "Just in case," he said with a wink. I took my key-cards, went to my room and unpacked for my two night stay. Next came writing my reports of the day's activities which, I guessed because of the storm, took forever to upload. I was ready for a drink and some dinner. A look out the window told me I really didn't want to drive anywhere so I decided to just hit the lobby bar.
I ordered a burger and fries (even a hotel kitchen can't screw that one up) and watched the spring training game that was on the TV. I had been in the place many times before, for a late nightcap, so I knew the bartender's name was Julie. She was tall, attractive, and appeared to be very fit. I tried to get into the game as I ate my burger but just couldn't seem to get involved with two two teams I didn't give a crap about. Julie, however was deeply engrossed in the game and her knowledge of strategy and stats was impressive.
I asked how she came to know so much about baseball. I was afraid she might have taken it as some sexist remark but she simply told me that her ex-boyfriend had been a coach for "The Bull's" and had taught her a lot.
"You said ex and was. Can I ask what happened or is that too personal?" I knew I was on thin ice.
"He's the third base coach for the team on the screen right now. Jim has two obsessions; baseball and sex. His job took care of one of them and I took care of the other."
"So he moved. How come you didn't go with him?"
With a shrug she answered, "His wife wouldn't have appreciated it." I was a little surprised by the direct way she said it. "Now about you. I see the ring, so why are you trying to chat up a barmaid?"
I didn't get a chance to answer before four women in Navy uniform came in and sat at a table. Julie told them that she could take care of them but that she didn't have a waitress on and suggested they just sit at the bar. They shrugged and sat to my right. The one next to me was clearly the leader. "You seemed to be involved in a conversation. We didn't want to interrupt."
I told her it was no problem and perhaps they could elevate the conversation above baseball. I asked what their meeting was about. They told me they were all trauma nurses and this was all about burns. I winced and said I couldn't think of a worse way to go. Julie was listening as she made their drinks. "Is there a good way to go?"
My answer was almost reflexive. "In the saddle is my dream." They all laughed and I was happy to have lightened the mood a bit. We enjoined in conversation, but the two nurses furthest away couldn't hear over the sound of the Muzak and the beer coolers. I invited them to move down and sit to my left. Julie just smiled at how smoothly I did that.
To my far left I had a skinny blond, small in stature. (I'm sure she would have preferred petite.) Next to her and to my immediate left was a busty redhead. She had the type of body that one just knew would eventually turn to flab but right now looked like fun to play with. If I was to compare the two I would say that the blond was built for speed and the redhead for comfort.
To my far right was a very black girl with a bit of Jamaican accent. I hadn't seen a lot of her but she appeared to have a moderate figure except for her butt, which could only described as full and round. To my immediate right was a Latina who was lithe and extremely sexy. Her whole demeanor said "fuck me."
I learned that the blond was stationed in San Diego. The redhead and black were ship-bound and couldn't say to where. The Latina was stationed at Bethesda. She was a little older and a Commander. The rest were Lieutenants. I told the Latina that I got to the Bethesda area often and we discussed some of the restaurants in the area. We both favored the same sushi bar and a few other places. I felt her knee touch mine and she looked at me and smiled. "Perhaps the next time you are there we could go for sushi at Matuba?" She wrote her name and phone # on a bar napkin and put it in my shirt pocket. As she stuffed it in her fingers actually pinched my left nipple. She knew exactly what she was doing and I could catch the pheromones oozing from her. She actually shifted on her stool.
Julie changed the subject back to death. "Is that really possible to die in the saddle?" The redhead said she was sure it was.
"Was it the saddle or the holster?" We all looked her blankly. "The saddle is regular sex. The holster is oral." That cracked us all up. Julie directed the next question to the redhead. "How do you know it's possible."
"I did a stint in the morgue when I was interning. It was my job to give the bodies a preliminary exam when they came in. If a guy came in with a condom on there was little doubt." That made us all howl. "Sometimes guys would come in with 'stiffies' and I had to check and see if there was any telltale residue. It happens more than you think.
Julie asked if she was ever tempted to take advantage of their condition. The red-head blushed and blurted out a loud NO. She reflected on the question for a second or two. "There was one night when a body was there and there was a huge tepee under the sheet. The protocol was that I would do a detailed exam of the front side and then call an orderly, Raul, to help me turn them over so I could check the back."
I bought another round. The story and the night were getting interesting. She gulped hers. "When I took the sheet off I saw that this guy was amazing. He was a little skinny man about sixty but his appendage was as big around as my wrist and at least a foot long. It also stood straight up. I have to admit that I was tempted to take it, but I took a sample of his secretions and put it in the deep freeze. I called Raul to help me turn him. When he walked in he just cracked up."
"We tried to roll the guy over but it was like he had a kick-stand. Normally I would just press the member toward the belly and we would roll him. I couldn't budge it. The orderly continued to laugh. I finally did the exam of just one quadrant and called the orderly back to roll him over so I could check out the other." Her speech was really starting to slur.
I called Raul back and we righted him. Normally I would just wheel him back into the cooler but handling that thing, as much as I had, made me very horny. I knew that I was probably the only nurse in the hospital that the orderly hadn't fucked. I bent over the gurney, lifted my skit, pulled down my panties, and begged him to fuck me. My face was only inches from this massive cock and Raul was very well hung. To say the sex was intense would be an understatement."
The Latina, Alicia, broke the ice. "So is your obsession with big dead dicks? I mean we all have obsessions."
"Actually my sexual obsession is watching and being watched. The idea that Raul knew I was staring at this big cock while he was taking me hard from the back just made the sex hotter."
Alicia broke the ice again after placing her hand on my upper thigh. She addressed the skinny blond, Alice. "So what's yours. We're all a little drunk and I promise it won't come in the report I have to give after this conference."
"I love big cocks. The bigger and harder the better. I just can't get enough from an ordinary man to satisfy me. I'm not sure I could have resisted mounting that guy and riding him until it fell off." Alicia commented that Alice was so tiny. "I had a friend who was a big Dr. Who fan. He said I was like the 'Tardis, much bigger on the inside than the outside." That made everyone howl again. Alicia's hand was now fully on my ever increasing bulge.
Alicia directed her next question to Gerry, the black girl. "I like big but where I want it is probably different. I'm an anal freak. I enjoy a good pussy fuck but what I crave is a big dick in my ass. I see you all squirming while you lean forward on that stool. I squirm and lean back." That sort of stunned the other nurses.