13 comments/ 95542 views/ 23 favorites Seduction Story By: christinamonroe 'Doctor, doctor!' a clear voice rang out behind me just as I was attempting to leave the ward. I felt myself tense up: I was supposed to have left well over an hour ago, yet there was an endless stream of 'Just while you're here....' and 'Would you have a look at...' from the nurses and my day seemed to be stretching longer and longer. Finally I had managed to sort out every niggling problem, but just when it seemed all was clear and I could escape, I was being called back. 'What?' I snapped, and turned around, bristling. The nurse who had called me took a step back, surprised at the venom in my voice. 'What did you want?' I softened my tone, chastened by her consternation at upsetting me. It was Lisa; she was newly qualified, her nursing degree still bright and shiny and she had just started on the female medical ward. Full of energy and enthusiasm, it was hard not to notice her, but unfortunately her joie-de-vivre coincided with me going through the most miserable time I'd had in the last few years and her bounciness just irritated me. 'I saw the medical rota-I just wanted to say have a good weekend off,' she mumbled, clearly thinking that this was no longer a good idea. And now I felt really guilty. She was a genuinely nice girl, and didn't deserve me snapping her head off. 'Thanks,' I smiled, 'I'm going to home to slob for the weekend.' 'I'm sorry I shouted.... it's just been a bad day,' I apologised. 'That's OK-the girls ask you to do everything because they know they'll be waiting ages for the on-call docs. You're too nice to say no,' she smiled back at me, then took off back to the nurses station, 'See you Monday!' I live about 10 minutes drive from the hospital where I work; it's fairly central and handy for everything. It's a good-sized apartment I bought a while ago, and until recently I had shared it with my boyfriend Harry. We've been together 3 years, or rather; we were together 3 years before he took off with an empty headed bimbo with perky tits and a willingness to worship him. He took my long hours at work as a personal affront, believing that I should be at home looking after him, whilst all the time living off my income until his career as a photographer took off. The bimbo had been one of the models from his most recent contract, and it wasn't until our last incandescent argument that I found out she hadn't been the only one. So I threw him out, and I've been miserable ever since. I miss him; not the moody silences, the vicious rows, the sulks that would last for days, the door slamming... OK, so I don't miss him, but I miss having someone around, having someone to cuddle. And I miss the sex. I poured myself a large gin and tonic and waited for the takeaway pizza to arrive. Then I sat like a zombie in front of the TV, mindlessly channel hopping but I couldn't concentrate or settle. I knew what I needed, and he wasn't here. I thought a hot bath might settle me, but by the time I was ready for bed, the alcohol singing in my head, my need was growing. Lying in bed, my mind conjuring up images of him, I couldn't resist any longer. I reached down with my hands and started caressing my breasts, cupping them and rolling the nipples between my fingers. I'd put on weight since Harry had gone, eating for comfort and probably drinking a little too much than was good for me, but luckily most of it had settled on my breasts, now full and luscious, smooth and soft to touch. It felt good, my nipples were erect, straining, wanting his mouth on them sucking and biting. I trailed my fingers down over my stomach to my pussy. My fingers probed gently and I found the warmth of my slit-it was already wet but that's what the thought of him did to me. Slowly I drew my fingers over my pussy lips, my middle finger dipping into my cunt to feel the juices gathering in there. My clit began to throb and I started to rub it gently, drawing back the hood that hid it, feeling it expand and tingle. It wasn't as good as his hand or tongue, but I felt the pressure begin to build. I parted my pussy lips with my other hand, and felt my clit and cunt stretch and tighten. I lightly flicked just the tip of my clit, and shivered in anticipation. My cunt was crying out for attention, so I reached down and slowly pushed a finger inside, feeling the warmth and depth of my sex-one finger wasn't enough though. I was so used to his cock, my pussy stretched to fullness by him that I needed more than a finger to give me the same feeling. I pushed in another, the two fingers moving together-it still wasn't enough and I added a third. It was good, but I wanted more-I couldn't thrust as deep as he did, and I remembered all those times when he had driven his cock into me, deep and hard, searching out the depth of my pussy, triggering sensations deep within the heart of me. I longed for him, imagining him on top of me, my body feeling the weight of his, my legs parting under the inexorable pressure of him, welcoming his invasion deep into my warmth. I reached under the bed to the box where I kept my toys and found the dildos. Harry had loved to watch me play with myself. Sexually, he had me completely sussed. During the day, I was professional, having to take charge and to give orders; at home I wanted to give up that control to someone else. I wanted some one else to take charge, to make the decisions, to give me orders that I would obey. And one of the orders that Harry had always insisted on was that I show him and tell him what I wanted; he loved to watch me masturbate, to see how I pleasured myself and to tell him what I wanted to do to me. When we had first met, I found it very difficult to tell him what I liked, but over time, I had become used to begging with him, pleading with him to do things to me that I had previously never articulated: I found this so incredibly erotic, and my mind now dwelt on all those acts his wishes and orders had driven me too, and which I wanted to do for him. I choose a dildo, one of the large ones with a broad rigid head. I wanted to imagine that he was here with me watching me dildo myself. Stopping suddenly, I climbed off the bed to pull my full-length bedroom mirror over to the end of the bed so I could see myself. I positioned it at the foot of the bed where I got a view of my full pussy and ass-is that what you saw when you were fucking me? I thought to myself. The dildo was large but I was so needy and so wet that it slipped into me with ease. I pushed it in slowly, swallowing its 8 inches. I switched it on and it started to vibrate deep in my pussy-I felt the head rotating pushing on my cunt walls, driving me crazy. With my left hand I kept the dildo in place; my right was working frantically at my clit. I rubbed at it, encircling it with my fingertips, flicking and pinching, trying to do what he had done that made me so horny. I felt my orgasm rising-but I didn't want to come, I was enjoying this too much. I stopped playing with my clit and brought my fingers to my mouth-I could smell my arousal, the sharp scent of my juices. I licked my fingers clean and pretended I was feeding my cum to him. I reached for another dildo-this time the double headed one. I'd never used this by myself-it really took two to play with, but I wanted to pretend that I had his cock in my ass and a dildo in my pussy. I was still full with the vibrator, and I kept that in. I pushed a finger in besides it to moisten it-I needed lube for this but I was producing enough of my own. I reached further down and felt for my tight ass, guided by the sight of my hand in the mirror. Slowly I started to finger myself-it was so tight but I gradually forced in a finger, and gasped with pleasure. I've always loved this, as he well knew, and gradually I eased my ass open. My pelvis started to move, and I was ass fucking myself, pushing down on my finger, wanting more and more. I raised my head and I could see what I was doing to myself in the mirror-I was so horny for him I imagined that he was here watching me and I was putting on a show for him. It was time for the dildo now, and I removed the vibrator from my cunt. My juices were dripping from it, and I ran my tongue around the bulbous tip, imagining that I was sucking him off. I put the double-headed dildo into position, the head of each cock at both my holes. It was easier to force it into my ass first and I pushed past the resistance that was there until it was deep inside me. My pussy opened to accept the bigger head, and suddenly I was full, stretched and aching for release. I looked in the mirror and watched myself slowly moving the dildo in and out, gently at first but increasing in speed as my juices flowed. It felt so good-I could feel the roughness of the dildo rasping at my holes, stimulating the skin there. I wanted him there with me, pounding the dildo into me fast and hard and deep. I closed my eyes and imagined him fucking me with it, fucking me until I were raw, until I couldn't take any more and I was begging him to stop. I needed to frig my clit: I needed to come. I rolled over, raising my ass, the dildo still in position stretching my holes. I reached down with my hand, and felt for my clit-it was erect and hard, wanting to be touched. I didn't want to be gentle with it-I needed to come quickly. I was panting now, my breathing ragged and loud, I knew I was on the edge of orgasm. I pinched and rubbed at my clit, and then felt my orgasm sweep over me. At the very moment of orgasm, my imagination began to play tricks on me, and Harry's face wavered and dissolved; the face of Lisa appeared, sweet and smiling, her tongue playfully peeking out from between her slightly parted lips. But I couldn't stop it; I was too far over the edge and, watched by Lisa, I came violently, my breathing ragged and my heart pounding. Slowly, I came down again. My legs were trembling and I couldn't stay on hands and knees for long. I eased the dildo out and as I did I could feel wetness running over my thighs. I reached down and felt my ass-my hole was still dilated, and I soothed the aching muscles with a finger. My last conscious thought was of Lisa; would she have wanted to see me like that for real? Next morning I woke early, having slept better than I had for weeks. There was a dull ache in my thighs, and my bottom was a little sore, but otherwise I felt happier than I had for a while. I stretched luxuriously; the whole weekend was ahead of me. Then I remembered last night, and what had happened in that moment of orgasm. I was confused; I wasn't a lesbian, I wanted Harry, so why had I thought of Lisa? I rationalised my thoughts-she had been the last person I'd spoken to at work, so she was at the forefront of my mind, and fantasising about women didn't make you a lesbian, did it? My Nancy Friday books were all about women fantasising about women. It meant nothing, I decided, and rolled out of bed for a shower. I decided that a good plan for the day included retail therapy. This November morning was clear, but cold and I wrapped up warmly, pulling on gloves and boots. I had a successful shopping trip-new shoes and handbags-but the cold was beginning to bite. I was thinking about heading back to the car when I felt a touch on my shoulder. I turned around and saw Lisa, smiling widely. 'Hi!' she grinned at me, looking at the carrier bags in my hands, 'Good shop?' Even after a late shift the night before she was still perky and cheerful, but this no longer irritated me. Instead I felt myself flush as I remembered what I had been doing when last I had seen, or rather, imagined her face. 'Fancy a coffee, doc?' she raised an eyebrow at me. 'I'd kill for one! I could do with a sit-down,' I accepted, and she suggested the Starbucks across the road. She got me to save a table while she collected the coffee, and I relaxed, shrugging off my thick coat and gloves. I looked over at her at the counter: she was dressed in low slung jeans, exposing a flat, lightly tanned belly, and a skimpy jacket, her hands bare. Her short dark hair had been teased into spikes, and her face was free of make-up, making her look younger than she was. I was only a few years older than her, but felt like a granny in my gloves and scarf. 'Are you not freezing?' I asked, looking at her hands. In reply, she touched my cheek with the back of her fingers, her touch lingering a little. Her fingers were warm and dry, and I had a sudden urge to press my cheek against her hand. 'No,' she laughed, 'I have good circulation!' I couldn't speak: my mouth had gone dry and I could feel the imprint of her touch seared into my skin. What on earth was happening to me? She pushed a large café latte over towards me, and looked down at her own drink, licking her lips. She'd gone for hot chocolate, piled with fluffy marshmallows and whipped cream. I swallowed a mouthful of milky coffee and calmed down a little. 'So what do you do at the weekend, doc?' she asked, dunking a marshmallow into the frothy cream. 'Don't call me doc! It makes me sound old. I'm Chris...or Christina. But only my grandmother calls me Christina,' I smiled, enjoying her antics with the mallows. She noticed me watching her, and picked a pink mallow out, holding it delicately between her finger and thumb. 'Try it,' she said, holding the half-melted sweet against my lips. Slowly she pressed it into my mouth, and my lips closed around it, just brushing against her fingers. The creamy sweetness burst onto my tongue. She looked at me, her eyes fixed on mine as I sucked the sweet, a faint smile playing around her lips. Still looking into my eyes, she brought her fingers to her own lips and licked them clean, an act so deliberately and blatantly erotic that I felt my stomach swoop as though we were in an aeroplane hitting turbulence. Did she have any idea of the effect she was having on me? She didn't seem to notice though and carried on chatting, telling me about local pubs and recent gigs she'd been to. We got on well; maybe the attraction I felt was simply recognising that I was making a new friend, a rare event in these days of moving jobs frequently. I hoped so; the alternative was difficult for me to contemplate. We parted with a promise to see other the following Monday; I was due to start a week of nights, but Lisa said she would meet me in the canteen for coffee at the end of my shift, and the start of hers. We spent a week like that; a cheerful half hour that I began to look forward to throughout the long hours on call. On the Friday, I made the mistake of wearing a pair of my new shoes to work; by the end of the night I could hardly walk, and it was with difficulty that I hobbled to the canteen, my arches arching and my calves sore. Lisa sat there at our usual table, and I was surprised to see her out of uniform. I'm not on today, ' she explained, 'but I didn't want to miss our coffee date.' The significance of the word wasn't lost on me, and I was confused again. Did she know? Before I could say anything, she commented on my pathetic hobble, and clucked sympathetically. 'Tell you what,' she said, 'How about I give you a foot rub? I've been studying reflexology-you look like you could do with it.' I didn't know what to say; I was too tired to think so I gave her my address, and she went back to the nurses home to collect her oils and followed me back to my apartment. She left me to take a shower, and I luxuriated in the hot water for a long time; sweet smelling, my skin tingling, I padded back to the bedroom where she was setting up warm towels and checking her massage oils. I was dressed for bed in a pair of pyjama bottoms and one of Harry's old tee shirts. Frowning at me, she told me I would have to take the jammies off as part of the treatment was a calf massage. Reassuring myself that the tee shirt was long enough, I pulled them down. She asked me to lie down on top of the bed, covering me with a light blanket she had found. She'd put some music on in the living room and the gentle sound drifted though into the bedroom. The room was warm and I was drifting off in a haze. I closed my eyes and she settled herself at the foot of the bed. Her capable hands started to massage my feet, insinuating her delicate fingers between my toes, loosening the joints. It was bliss, and I almost groaned in pleasure. I don't know how long it went on, but I was now hovering in that delicious golden dream world half way between sleep and waking. Occasionally her hands drifted up towards my lower legs where she massaged my calves. My legs and her hands were covered in slick sweet smelling oil and she was giving me the most sensuous massage: I was getting aroused but I was so relaxed there was nothing I could do about it. I sighed with happiness, and my body felt heavy, my mind drowsy. Her hands begin to travel further up my legs with each long rub. She removed the blanket, but I didn't seem to care, and unconsciously I spread my legs slightly to allow her hands to traverse slowly up my thighs. Lisa's hands were moving purposefully up my legs and she began to caress my inner thighs. Then she moved back to my feet, and I felt her mouth close around each of my toes in turn, sucking on them lightly. The feeling was so intense I could feel desire rising in me; I suddenly needed more than this gentle stroking but couldn't articulate it. She sensed my change of mood, and as her hands slid again up my legs, her fingertips brushed lightly against my pussy. I felt some movement at the bottom of the bed, and she nudged up the tee shirt, exposing me. I felt her warm breath caress my pussy and suddenly there was a soft little stroke up the length of my slit. At first I couldn't tell if it was a finger or her tongue, but then there was no mistaking her hot wet tongue as she lapped at me gently. Using only the tip of her tongue, she probed between my labia, finding my clit, and with one little flick of her tongue she set me trembling. I wanted to spread my thighs wide for her, but she was taking things slowly, agonisingly so, and after that first touch, she moved down to kiss at my inner thighs, leaving a slightly wet zigzag trail up and down my thighs while she stroked lightly at my pussy with her fingers. I could feel her fingers lightly spread my fleshy pink outer labia, exposing the delicate inner lips and her mouth returned to me to suck gently at them. I could feel my juices coming, and she licked delicately at the entrance to my sex, washing them away. Her tongue moved back to my clit, and she started to flick slowly at it, rolling her tongue around, teasing back the hood that covered it. I felt her fingers on me then. She began to probe my hot tunnel while she continued sucking on my clit. One long finger slid inside me, just a little at first, pushing against my muscular walls, then she withdrew, smoothing her finger wet with juices over my swollen tender labia. I wanted to press her face into me, to ride her tongue and hand, but she sensed this and slowed down a little. She stopped working on my clit, and started to lick up and down my slit, her tongue sliding across my lips, occasionally probing into my pussy. She began to push it into me more forcefully, probing deep and withdrawing, using her tongue to fuck me slowly. Then I felt the warm fullness of her talented tongue slide over me again, moving down over my perineum to my tight amber ring, and back up to flick over my erect and throbbing clit. She knew every spot to kiss, lick and touch to make me cry out in pleasure. Fingers were being pushed into me again, and I wanted to raise my hips to meet their thrusts. I was being rapidly finger fucked, and I could feel her knuckles pounding against the entrance to my pussy. I was so wet now that the sound of her working on me almost drowned out the soft strains of music. My breathing was becoming rapid and my orgasm began to peak. I exploded against her hand and tongue, squirming and whimpering in pleasure, and she continued to pump her fingers into me as my muscles tensed and my back arched with excitement. Seduction Story Ch. 02 Despite working in the same hospital, Lisa and I often didn't see much of each other during the day. Our medical and the nursing shift patterns varied, and I was now in a different unit. A few weeks into our relationship, we still kept it quiet; hospitals were a hot bed for gossip, and I didn't want something so special traded around over coffee. We saw each other as often as possible in the evenings, and she began to stay over a lot with me. I couldn't believe how quickly our relationship had developed: from being unsure and uncomfortable, to being something that was constantly on my mind. I seemed to be almost obsessed with her, desperate for a glimpse of her during the day. I was having coffee with colleagues in the dining room at lunchtime when she came in with a couple of other nurses from her ward. She didn't seem to notice me, and the trio sat down a few tables away. I had been chatting to Doug, my trainee. He was a bit of a lad, forever making comments that could maybe taken the wrong way if you didn't know him, but he was always forgiven, as he was so good looking. The nurses literally drooled over him on the ward rounds: I used to have to drag around the trolley of patient notes, fetch x-rays, and phone for reports myself: all Doug had to do was smile sweetly and others would fall over themselves to help. He noticed the direction of my gaze, and made his usual howl of approval. 'Haven't seen her before-looks like a bit of a go-er!' he grinned. I pushed down the flash of anger that threatened to spill over. I knew exactly what he meant; Lisa wasn't classically beautiful, but there was a vivaciousness about her, a liveliness that made you smile. She had a flirtatious giggle, even if she didn't intend it to be so, and a cheeky grin that promised you a lot of fun. I tried not to look at her; I was sure even Doug would realise how I felt if I did, and I steered the conversation away from her-he was currently debating whether or not she would go down on him on a first date-and back to talking about the clinic where we were supposed to be going to be covering that afternoon. Lisa was wriggling in her seat, squirming almost, and I smiled when I realised what she was doing. The night before, I had convinced her that shaving her pussy would feel good. Surprisingly, she had never tried it; her first girlfriend preferred her natural, and she had kept that way ever since. But Harry had shaved me, and OK, so it was itchy, but the sensation of touch against a bare pussy was heightened incredibly. I knew she'd like it and she had, and I knew today she had worn a tight silken thong. Wriggling in the way she was doing was making the silk rub across her naked skin. My girlfriend was trying to get herself off in the dining room, and I knew that her juices would be gathering. As Doug droned on about the clinic, my mind began to wander back to the previous evening. Lisa and I had had dinner, and a couple of glasses of wine. We took the glasses into the bedroom with us, and I had slowly undressed her. I was in awe of her body, smooth dips and hollows, rounded soft flesh and the sweetest scents and tastes. Eventually, she had lain naked in front of me, her hand cupping her pussy almost protectively, stroking at the fine hairs and soft curls there. She had watched me as I gathered together the things I needed as she played carelessly with her pussy, casually touching herself and I had to resist the urge to go over and make love to her-that would come soon enough. 'It's going to itch,' she said, but I smiled and told her we would just have to keep it bare from now on. I leaned her back against a heap of pillows, and she spread her thighs for me, her pussy lips separating slightly allowing her clit to peek out. I floated my fingers lightly over it, teasing her, and then got down to business. I combed out the fine pussy hairs; smoothing them straight and trimmed them close with scissors. Then I put a cloth over her pussy, covering her labia completely. It was moist and hot, and I knew that the heat would be seeping through her, setting her clit tingling. I settled between her legs and traced my hands up her long slim thighs, stroking and kissing as I went. Then I moved up to caress her stomach, licking at her navel and travelling up further to kiss and gently knead her breasts. My fingers pressed lightly into her warm, scented flesh and I pinched her nipples, making them erect ready to be sucked into my waiting mouth. I kissed her slowly up the side of her neck, knowing she was sensitive there, and nibbled lightly at her earlobe. She shuddered and I felt goose bumps rise on her skin. She tried to pull my face down to meet hers, to kiss her, but I decided she was ready, and got back to business. I sprayed a mound of foam into my hands, and smoothed it over her outer pussy lips, massaging it into the skin, and over the fleshy mound at the base of her stomach. I couldn't resist the feel of her, my fingers wanting to explore every fold and crevice. I slipped my fingertips over and around, probing everywhere making sure all the fine dark hair was covered. Lisa's breathing was becoming ragged: the shaving foam was acting as lubricant and I knew that her clit was in need of attention. When I was sure she was completely covered in the luxurious foam, I began carefully drawing the razor over her skin. I held her labia tautly, pulling back the skin and with long careful strokes of the blade her soft curls were being removed. Soon her mound was bare, and I moved down to her pussy lips. These were more difficult, but I swept the blade over and around them until they were smooth and hairless. I cleaned off the blade and wiped her down with a warm damp cloth. A few stray hairs were missed, and I removed these quickly. Lisa's pussy was bald, and she wanted to see. She asked me to bring over the tall mirror, and I moved it to the end of the bed where she could see her own pussy. She was fascinated by it; she reached down with her fingers and gently stroked the skin. 'It's a little rough,' she laughed, and I squirted some moisturiser into my hands. 'This is cold,' I warned her, and she gasped with shock as I smoothed my hands back over her pussy. It soon warmed up as I soothed it over her naked flesh, smoothing it into her pussy lips, sliding it up and down her bikini line and gently rubbing it into the sensitive skin between her cunt and ass. This gentle fingering was turning both of us on: I could see the moisture gathering in her pussy, and I knew I was wet. I dripped a little more moisturiser onto her: it was creamy white and looked like come dripping from her pussy. I told her to rub it into herself. She watched her fingers in the mirror; they were moving almost automatically. 'This is like watching someone else fingering me,' Lisa gasped, 'It doesn't feel like me at all.' She started to probe deeper between her pussy lips and her fingers found her cunt. She watched in the mirror as her finger sank into the elastic warmth and felt her juices building in there. I quickly tidied the shaving equipment away and then come back to the bed to watch her finger fuck herself. By now she was rubbing at her clit with one hand and the other hand is losing itself in her wetness. I knew she was aching to be filled, so I fetched her a dildo and gave it to her to use on herself. In the mirror Lisa could see it sinking into her, the view so clear now that the hair was gone. She could see her pussy lips stretch and spread under the pressure of the dildo filling her cunt. I lay down beside her on the bed, watching her push the dildo into her, and watching the image of her in the mirror. I began to finger myself in time to her movements, and soon we were both laying there, legs spread, watching each other masturbate. She pulled the dildo from the depths of her velvet tunnel, and ran it lightly over my clit. She switched on the vibrations and my clit hummed under its touch. She moved quickly to kneel between my spread thighs and took hold of the vibrator, plunging it into my cunt, still covered in her juices. She wanted to lick my clit, and leaning forward, she eased back the little hood that hid it, nibbling and sucking at it, circling it with her tongue until it was throbbing. I knew I was going to come soon, but I wanted first to taste her pussy, to feel the silkiness of her now smooth pussy lips against my face, and lick at them, running my tongue in long slow strokes up and down her slit. She was moving the vibrator in and out of my pussy, massaging the muscles of my cunt walls, rotating it inside me, but I made her stop and we changed positions. I knelt between her legs once more; her pussy lips were glistening with her juices. I sat there, almost hypnotised, and in frustration she began to rub her clit. 'Make me come,' she pleaded, 'I need to feel you inside me.' The shape of her pussy lips fascinated me now they were exposed, and I couldn't keep my hands off her. My fingers began to probe, pulling at their fleshiness, exploring the exposed crevices and folds. 'Hold your legs back for me,' I whispered, and she pulled back her thighs, stretching her cunt open. I could only stare at her, drinking in her beauty as my fingers relentlessly worked on her, pushing deep inside. Then I had to taste her, and leant forward licking and sucking her clit, licking the inside of her thighs, the now bare skin over her mound, pushing my face onto her, driving my tongue deep inside her pussy like a miniature cock. The sensation of her smooth skin against my cheeks was amazing, and I rubbed against her, coating myself in her scent. Then I sat back again, and watched her clit straining erect, aching for my mouth again. I could see the dark puckered ring of her ass clearly, standing out from the pale skin around it. She knew what I was going to do, and pulled back her ass cheeks for me, letting me finger her there, and I pushed at the ring of muscle until I managed to plunge a finger inside her. I pushed the first finger of my left hand into her cunt, and began to massage the back wall of her pussy from both sides. As I watched my fingers enter her, I could see everything, the glistening shell pink of her inner lips, the darker fleshier outer lips, and the way her skin stretched as I pushed in further. I could hear her whispering, her eyes were closed and she was moving her head from side to side. I could barely make out the words, but she was begging for more. I stopped fingering her ass, and held back her pussy lips with my left hand, stretching the skin taut, pulling up her clit ripe for sucking. She was so wet I could easily slide in the 4 fingers of my right hand, bunched up tight until they were buried in her. I massaged her clit with my thumb, and felt her rock her pelvis, then I leant forward to suck lightly on her clit. I moved my fingers cautiously inside her, massaging and stroking the walls of her pussy, all the time licking at her clit steadily, and she came explosively, crying out, her whole body shaking. As I sat in the staff dining room, reliving this, I knew I was getting wet. Doug had stood up, gathering the cups onto a tray, and looked oddly at me as I sat in a daze. He nudged my shoulder with the edge of the tray. 'Come on, get a move on, you dozy cow, we have work to do,' he laughed, and I came round with a start. I watched as Lisa and her friends left the dining room, and decided I needed to do something about the way I felt. 'I'll just be a minute-I have something to do first,' I promised, and almost ran after her, leaving Doug shrugging his shoulders and muttering about 'unreliable bloody women...' She'd gone straight back to her ward and as I entered through the double doors she looked up from the nurses station. I could see confusion in her face, but she could see lust in mine. She smiled and stood up, conscious of the other nurses milling around. 'Hi Chris!' she said brightly, 'we haven't seen you on this ward for a while.' 'No, I need something from the stores-we want to borrow it,' I was improvising wildly, and she led me to the store cupboard, a small room lined with shelving. Closing the door behind her, she pulled me to her in a tight embrace. 'What on earth are you doing?' I could feel her laugh against my cheek, 'we'll get caught!' 'I'll be quick,' I promised, 'I just wanted to see you...' My hand slid down the front of her trousers. A few years ago, the nursing uniform had changed from a dress to trousers and a tunic. They were shapeless and unflattering, with loose legs and an elasticated waist, but provided easy access and I silently thanked the designer. My fingertips slid over the silk of her thong. It was damp, as I had suspected, and I could feel the slit between her pussy lips easily through it. She held onto me as I fingered her, her right hand holding tight to the doorknob. I managed to ease a finger inside her tight hole, brushing aside the flimsy silk. 'Chris, you have to stop,' she gasped, 'we'll get sacked!' I didn't care; I wanted to taste her again. I knelt at her feet and pulled her trousers down to her knees, my face pushing in close, inhaling the scent of her. I licked her shaved skin through the silk and she began to tremble. She lifted one leg onto the lowest shelf, only a few inches off the ground, and threw out her left arm along a higher shelf to steady herself. Still clinging to the door handle, she stood there, almost spread-eagled for me, and I slid down her thong, revealing her slit. As I held back her pussy lips with my hands, her little clit was forced forward, ripe for my tongue, and I began to lick in earnest, rolling it around my mouth, licking rapidly until she was quivering frantically. I wanted her to come quickly, and there was no subtlety in the way I tongued her; I just wanted to feel her juices flow over my tongue. As I captured her clit between my lips, I pushed a finger deep inside her pussy and began to rotate it, feeling for her G spot, pushing there where I knew she would feel it most. She was bucking against me now, riding my face and as she came, I pulled her closer again and clamped my mouth over her pussy, my tongue still moving so that she groaned and begged me to stop. Her legs were trembling fiercely, and she could barely stand by the time I let her go. It seemed as though we had been there an eternity, but it was only a few minutes. My face was covered; the smell of her excited pussy, ripe as musk, filled my head. She kissed me, our tongues playing, and then pushed me to the door. 'I'll see you tonight, ' she murmured, 'and get my own back, you wait and see!' I stumbled out of the storeroom; my cheeks still moist with her sticky come, and headed off to the clinic. Doug had just started, and I met him picking up the first set of patient notes from the pile. As I leant over towards him to grab the next set, I heard him inhale, and his nostrils flared. He could smell her on me; he knew what the scent of an aroused woman was, and he looked at me, an eyebrow raised. I smiled sweetly, and, turning on my heel, I called my patient in. Clinic was, as usual, long and full of problems, but the thought of Lisa planning on getting her own back made time fly, and soon, a little after 6pm, I was free. Doug had finished first, and was loitering in the office, pretending to dictate his letters. I knew he had something on his mind; he was uncharacteristically hesitant. 'What are you up to tonight, Chrissie?' he asked. I hated that name-I'd told him time and time again I hated it, but he used it as his pet name for me. 'I have a hot date...and don't call me Chrissie!' I hit him with the set of Mrs Gustafson's notes, a rather portly old lady with high blood pressure and a very thick chart. He winced, and clutched his arm. 'Big baby!' I smiled, 'Why? What are you planning?' 'I just thought you might want to kiss this better for me,' he pouted, rubbing his arm where the notes had landed, 'But if you've already got a boyfriend lined up...' 'Well, something like that,' I was a little taken aback; Doug and I got on well, but there had never been the slightest hint of flirting between us, at least not on my side. Then I realised; he must have taken Lisa's scent of arousal for mine. What did he think I was up to-did he think I'd masturbated in the ladies room at lunchtime? The look on his face told me he did indeed think that-he had his seduction expression on, a cocky smile, a raised eyebrow and a glance down at my breasts. 'No chance!' I knew him well enough to laugh, and he laughed too. 'It was worth a try!' he shrugged, 'See you tomorrow.' He wandered off, throwing a wave in my direction, looking for a new conquest. I rushed home quickly after this; Lisa would be coming round about 7pm, and I wanted to bathe and change for her, washing the smell of the hospital from me. She was early, and I was still in my dressing gown when she turned up, using her key to let herself in. She came into the bedroom, and looked at me, hair still slightly damp from the shower. I was seated at the dressing table and was about to tidy it, but she took the brush from my hands and began to brush it for me, gentle strokes, smoothing it with her hands. Her fingers moved to stroke down the side of my face and neck, and I leaned my head against them, holding her hand with mine. She leaned forward and kissed my earlobe, tickling with her tongue. 'You're a bad woman,' she smiled, 'seducing me in the storeroom like that.' 'As far as I recall, you didn't put up much resistance,' I smiled back at her. She was now nibbling on my neck, not hard enough to mark, but sharp little nips with her teeth that made me shiver. 'You don't look like you're about to put up much either,' she murmured, and I nodded as she pushed the dressing gown from my shoulders. 'Tell me what you want me to do to you,' she asked, as her mouth moved across my shoulders, leaving a row of tiny fairy kisses behind. Where did I start? I wanted her to touch me. Just to stroke my skin, kiss my neck and back, caress my shoulders and arms to relax me. I wanted to feel her lips on me, kissing their way down my back, and her fingernails lightly scratching me, raising goose bumps. I wanted to feel her body pressed against mine, to lean back against her breasts as her arms moved around and her hands begin to cup my breasts, her fingers caressing my nipples. I knew they would be hard for her, hard and erect, and I wanted her to roll them softly between her fingers and then take them in her mouth and suck on them. I wanted to feel her tongue against my nipples, biting lightly at them until they were tingling. I wanted her to reach down with her hand and start to play with my pussy, to slip a finger into my slit, pressing down to find the tight nub of my clit. My labia were plump and swollen, and I knew we would both smell the scent of my arousal. I wanted her to know how much I desired her, and how much I wanted her to explore my pussy with her hand, to feel into the moistness, to draw patterns in the wet ooze glistening on the folds of my inner lips. I wanted her to touch my clit, just lightly at first, to flick it gently with her fingertip until it began to swell and throb. She did all of this for me, touching me gently until I was quivering. Then she pushed me over to the bed and made me lie back. She still demanded to know what I wanted her to do to me, and made me beg for it. I wanted her to watch me masturbate, to see how much she excited me, so I spread my legs and showed her my pussy, warm and juicy. I wanted her to see as my fingers disappeared inside my pussy, first one just to get the juices flowing then I gradually added another, slowly thrusting. I used my other hand to manipulate my clit. I wanted to masturbate slowly and luxuriously, knowing she was watching me as I writhed in pleasure, and rode my own hand. I wanted to feel her hot breath on my cunt as she bent down to see what I'm doing in close up. Then I wanted her to taste me. Seduction Story Ch. 02 She acquiesced with a smile, her curved lips tracing a slow path down my belly to the mound of my hair. I wanted to feel her mouth on me, licking away the juices that were flowing. I wanted her to kiss and suck at my outer lips, teasing them, stretching them, pressing her face into me so her warm breath flowed over my pussy, and then I wanted her tongue on my clit, easing back the hood until it stood firm and erect. My breathing was becoming ragged, and I was finding it hard to talk; it was as though a huge balloon of pressure was building up in my chest, and my instructions to her were coming out in short, disconnected gasps. She was sucking my clit as I had asked, rubbing her tongue over it while I ground myself against her face. I wanted to see her face covered in my juices, shining on her cheeks in the way that I had been slicked with hers. I wanted her to trace her tongue down my slit, and then press it inside me, pushing against the muscular walls of my cunt, licking at my entrance. I asked her to spread me apart with her fingers, opening up the dark tunnel of my cunt, stretching me wide while her tongue probed inside. Then I wanted her mouth back on my clit, sliding over me, lapping at me, but asked her to keep her fingers inside me, opening me up like a flower, stimulating the most sensitive parts of me, dipping into me, stroking, twisting, turning. As she manoeuvred her fingers inside me, she leaned forward and whispering 'I know what you need...' she leaned over the side of the bed to fetch the box of toys we had. She was teasing me expertly; I was so close to coming, but time and time again, she drew back, refusing to let me, allowing the pressure to build up inside me but not be released. She withdrew her fingers and began to rub her fingertips over my ass, pushing lightly. 'I told you I was going to get my own back,' she smiled, and slid a finger gently into me. So this was to be my punishment, something so pleasurable that I was willing to beg for it. She withdrew a dildo from the box: a flexible silicon wand, formed of a graduated series of ever increasing sized bulges. The tip of the wand was only a centimetre across, the base a full 5cm, and in the base was a vibrating unit. She sucked on the tip a little, and pushed it into me, withdrawing her finger at the same time. Steadily she pushed, each time a little deeper and I felt myself dilate open under the pressure of the bigger bulges. With her left hand, she casually played with my clit, not wanting me to come yet, but wanting to torment me further. I could feel the dildo sliding into me, inch after inch, each push stimulating my tight ring. At first I didn't think I could take it, but I was so excited, I wanted it so badly. Lisa began to withdraw the dildo, and I moaned in disappointment, but it was only to thrust it back inside me a little harder. At first she moved gently, withdrawing slowly, but as I got used to this, she began to work more vigorously, thrusting the dildo deep inside my ass. It was only when I felt her knuckles graze against my buttocks that I realised she had the entire wand rammed into me, my hole stretched to take the widest bulge. I reached down and begin to play my clit; my cunt was so wet that my juices oozed over my fingers. She slapped my hand away, and leant forward to nibble at the throbbing bud of tissue, tonguing it gently and I could feel my orgasm building. Then she switched on the vibrator in the base of the anal wand and I began to shake uncontrollably. The combination of her tongue on my clit and the throbbing vibrator in my ass was too much for me, and my orgasm burst from me, shaking my whole body. I was grinding my cunt onto her face, smearing her with my juices, and she continued to ram the wand inside me until I was begging her to stop. She stopped thrusting, but she wouldn't let me take out the dildo; that was part of my punishment. My legs were weak and I had to relax my knees. It felt strange, the wand still lodged in my ass, but somehow right. I knew I would soon be coming again, but for now I had to rest a little. Lisa, on the other hand, was so aroused that she had been playing with her own pussy as she had been sucking on mine. She scrambled up the bed and knelt astride my head, gracefully settling her pussy right on my face. She was holding onto the bed head, her pussy lips separated, her clit hovering just within reach of my tongue. I reached up and cupped her buttocks from behind, pulling them apart slightly, exploring her ass as my tongue worked on her. Her thighs were wet and slippery with her pussy juice, and I easily drove my fingers inside her. She came quickly, and I felt her ass clench as she spasmed in pleasure. We lay together for a little while, both of us trembling with the violence of our orgasms. She reached down to check that the dildo was still in place, tugging at it and smiling at the tremors this triggered in me. She leaned over and began to play with my breasts, teasing my nipples erect once more. 'Punishment isn't over until you've come at least one more time,' her voice was muffled as she sucked softly at my breasts. It didn't sound too much like punishment to me and I spread my legs in anticipation of her touch. 'You are such a wanton woman!' she grinned, and edged back down the bed to settle between my legs. 'I don't know what it would take to satisfy a woman like you...' she shook her head slowly, as if thinking, and then began to lap my clit once more. I was still twitchy and sensitive and she knew that. The stimulation was so intense it was almost painful, and when she began twisting the dildo in my ass I mewed in pleasure, begging her to fuck me. She stopped licking and her hand fumbled in the box at the bedside, withdrawing a large Rabbit vibrator. I knew she was about to use it on me, screwing it into my pussy and felt my pussy lips tingle in anticipation. She slid it into me, rotating the wand in my ass as she did so. I was being double fucked, both my holes full and aching. She left the anal wand in position, and began to play with the Rabbit vibrator, changing the angle so that the little soft ears were on either side of my clit. She had vibration on full speed, and as well as the rotation in the toy, she was thrusting hard, pushing it into me. I was so wet that I could take it easily, and I thrust my pelvis to force it in further. There was so much stimulation that I came quickly, a wild moan escaping my lips. I moved my hand to her wrist to stop her moving the rabbit again, but she snapped at me to get my hands away, and held it in position, still vibrating. She ordered me to hold on to the bed head, and I did so, almost sobbing, delirious, my mind lost in whirl of sensation. It was a mix of pain and pleasure, and I could feel another orgasm growing, the first few tremors of it overlapping with the last few of the previous. It was different though, waves of trembling sweeping through me, like the reverberations of a deep bass note low in my pelvis. All I could do was pant in time to it, riding the sensation until I was exhausted, and she at last pulled it out from me. My pussy lips were swollen with loving, red and sensitive. The anal wand was more difficult; my tight ring had clamped down in the throes of orgasm, and as she pulled gently, the bulges in the wand rasped at the muscle there, triggering more spasms. We were both exhausted; she cuddled in behind and wrapped her arms around me, holding me tight as we slept. The next morning, Doug arrived on the ward before me; Lisa and I had slept through the alarm, and there had been a mad flurry of activity to get to work on time. He looked me up and down, noting the tiredness in my face. 'So you got laid last night then?' he smirked, and jumped quickly back as I tried to wallop him with Mr. Fleming's notes. Life was just getting better and better. Seduction Story Ch. 03 'Chris?' I looked up from my book, over to where Lisa was sitting at the kitchen table. We'd spent the evening in companionable silence. She was studying for her nursing practitioner exams: I was so proud of her. She'd not been qualified long, but she was ambitious and capable, and keen to do well. I'd spent the evening trying to answer questions about Starling's law and acid-base balance and I was sure another horribly difficult physiology question was about to surface. Instead, she was waving a bottle of wine in my direction; she'd had enough of bookwork for the evening and poured a glass of smooth Cloudy Bay chardonnay for us. She came and cuddled up to me on the sofa, and my arm slipped around her, by now an entirely natural gesture, and she sighed in contentment, resting her head on my shoulder. 'Do you think I'll pass?' she murmured, sipping her wine. 'Of course you will-you've spent ages studying,' I tried to reassure her but I knew she was worried about the viva. She didn't like the idea of facing a panel of interviewers firing questions at her about cardiac disease. We'd been practising for weeks, even though I had found it hard to be stern with her and pretend I was a hostile examiner, and I knew she knew her stuff. She had the written exam in the morning, and the viva in the afternoon. I'd taken the day off work so that I could be home when she arrived back; I didn't like the thought of trying to concentrate in work whilst worrying about her. The day of the exam came round quickly, and she barely slept the night before. She'd tossed and turned in bed beside me, and eventually got up to wander around the apartment, staring out of the window over the nightscape below our window. I'd offered to sit with her but she wanted to be on her own. As dawn broke, she began to get ready. She'd chosen her outfit for the viva carefully; a well-fitted suit, nipped in at the waist, a business like shirt and heels, and she'd tamed her usual short spiky hair into a slicked back bob. She looked amazing, professional but incredibly sexy. She was pale with nerves, but when I dropped her off at the exam centre, she gave me a quick grin and waved me good-bye. Back home, I pottered around, filling in time. The apartment was cleaned like never before, classic displacement activity as I tried to distract myself from worrying. I even tackled the communal garden, digging up dandelions and savaging the rhododendron bushes. When I finally stopped, I realised I was filthy: my nails were black and my hands streaked with grass stains. I took my self off for a shower. It was good: the water pumping down on me, the sharp needles of stinging against my skin. I relaxed, the hot water easing aching shoulders and neck, the steam clearing my head and concentrated on the feel of my hands sliding down over my hips and breasts, smoothing the lusciously scented shower crème into my skin. I cupped my breasts, enjoying the weight of them, feeling my nipples tense and harden immediately at my touch. I closed my eyes, pretending that it was Lisa's mouth on me, sucking and tonguing my nipples until they ached with longing. I wanted to feel her body against mine, our water-slick skin smoothing against each other as we searched for each others mouth. I wanted to feel her tongue entwine with mine, to taste her lips and to revel in the promise of more exotic juices to come. It had been quite a while since we'd had sex: the combination of long shifts, odd working patterns and her exams had all conspired against us, and we were both so tired that the most we'd been able to manage was a cuddle before sleep. I'd been climbing the walls in frustration, but I knew how important these exams were for her. I still had some time to kill before she was due home, and I knew that she would be so stressed out that all she would want was a cup of tea and a foot rub. My desires would have to wait again. I turned off the water and wrapped a towel around me, rubbing my hair dry. As I passed the mirror I looked at myself: my nipples were still engorged, still tense with desire. Dropping the towel from my body, I rubbed the ball of my thumbs over each nipple, my caresses becoming rougher as they responded. I stood like that for a moment, and then climbed onto the bed. I had changed the sheets earlier, in my mad housewife frenzy, and in hopeful anticipation, I had put on the white silk set that we had bought a while ago. As I smoothed the bottom sheet down, it was soft and fine under my fingers, cool to the touch. I slid between the sheets, enjoying the swish of the silk against my naked skin. It was cool, and I lay there for a moment under the top sheet, feeling it warm gradually against my body. Maybe I should try and have a nap, I thought, but as I pulled the sheet up to my shoulders, my hands brushed over my breasts and my nipples stiffened quickly. I could feel the slightest touch magnified by the silk; I rubbed gently and felt my nipple push urgently against my fingertips, the fine material allowing my fingers to feel the tiny goose bumps arising around the tense areola. I began to stroke myself gently, smoothing my hand over my rounded stomach and down towards my sex. I could feel the hairs on my plump mound, the crispness of the sparse curls there emphasised through the delicate silk. I parted my legs, and felt the heat arising from my pussy. I was already slightly damp, oil slick juices had been gathering as I'd thought about my lover. I touched my clit gently through the silk, feeling it's smooth firmness under my fingertip, and a tiny damp patch blossomed on the sheet where I had pushed it against myself. The feeling of my fingertip was alien somehow, the silk adding an extra dimension to my manipulation of the tense bud of my clitoris. I didn't want to come just yet; I wanted to indulge myself with fantasies. Lisa and I had been together for months, and my past life had seemed like a dream, but somehow today my mind was full of my previous male lovers. I felt a need to be penetrated, a need for a taut muscular body against mine. A wave of guilt swept over me; Lisa was a wonderful partner, soft and warm and loving, and I felt as though I was betraying her, but my urges were too strong, and my minds eye was filled with images of my men, their cocks strong and demanding, their bodies working against mine, the musk scent of their sweat overwhelming my senses. Slowly, I began to circle my clit, my finger moving slowly and delicately around it, smoothing down the delicate inner lips of my labia. The silk was soft and fine, but pushed against the softer skin of my sex it felt somehow coarse, heightening the sensations. I was being too delicate, I wanted something more physical, and reached for a vibrator. Setting the bulbous silicone head of the realistic cock against my slit, I pushed in sharply, thrusting it into myself, conjuring up the image of a man grinding against me. He seemed so real I could almost see the beads of sweat on his upper lip as he pumped himself into my welcoming sex. I moved the vibrator rapidly in and out, the clitoral stimulator brushing against me. I was going too quickly-I was going to come too soon and I wanted to remember the feel of a man's cock inside me, the strength and warmth of a firm body against mine, the feel of taut muscles under my hands. I slid the vibrator from me, and concentrated on building an image in my mind, fantasising about the men I had known, amalgamating their bodies into one, a composite image of my lovers. My dream lover raised himself above me, and my arms closed around him, my fingertips slowly caressing his back, feeling the ridge of muscles under my fingertips, and the nubs of bone along his spine. I scratched lightly with my nails alongside his spine, knowing I would be arousing him and feeling him swell even harder inside me. Slowly I pressed the vibrator into myself again, my thighs opening wider to admit him and then stopped suddenly as I heard a gasp from the doorway. It was Lisa. She had come home; it must have been later than I'd thought and she had caught me masturbating. I tried to sit up, words of explanation forming in my mind, but she strode into the room, taking off her jacket, her hips swaying gracefully. Without a word, she pushed me back down onto the bed, and ran her fingertips over my spread pussy lips. I was so wet, my pussy betraying how excited I'd been, and she thrust three fingers deep inside me. With her left hand she pulled my labia up and back, stretching my clit taut. Her thumb brushed against it as her fingers moved into me, harder and firmer until I could feel her fingertips brushing the neck of my womb. It didn't take long; the pent-up desires of the last few weeks bursting forth, my dreams and fantasies of being roughly penetrated, the vigorous strumming of her thumb on my sensitive clit all conspired to bring me to orgasm within a few thrusts. My back arched in pleasure and I groaned softly as the ripples rose up from my belly to spread across my breasts, my nipples rising to firm peaks in response. Slowly she pulled her fingers from me, and without saying a word still she sucked gently at them, licking my juices away. Then she eased her tight skirt over her hips with a quick gesture slipped off her lace panties, leaving her pussy beautifully framed by her stockings. She climbed onto the bed, her knees on either side of my face and settled her pussy directly over my mouth. My nose was pushed up against her clit and I inhaled the rich musky scent of her. I smiled to myself as I remembered what I had thought she would want to do after the exam; this was certainly better than a cup of tea and a foot rub. She rotated her hips slowly as my tongue found her sweet entrance, and then I licked firmly and steadily over her clit. Somehow I knew she was in no mood to be teased: she needed to come hard and quickly, and I worked her clit with long even strokes until I could feel her thighs tremble and sense her body sag, as she clung onto the bed stead for support. She climbed from my face slowly, and flopped down on to the bed besides me, almost fully dressed, rumpling her fine suit. 'Oh, I needed that,' she murmured, and curled up against me, burying her face in the nape of my neck. I laid my arm across her shoulders and held her to me. I should have been happy lying there with her, but why did I feel so guilty? Why was she suddenly not enough for me any more? These feelings stayed with me: our lives got more or less back on track after Lisa's exam. By luck or by fate, our shifts had started to coincide more regularly, and we got back to something approaching a social life. But often, lying there in the dark, listening to her gentle breathing, why did I feel that there was something missing? Lisa didn't seem to notice my moods. She was as playful as ever, and began to tempt me again at work, daring me to take risks again. We knew we shouldn't, but the illicitness of meeting up in a storeroom for a moment's fun was highly erotic for both of us. The fear of being caught heightened the sexual tension-clichéd I know, but both of us came to orgasm far quicker in that storeroom than we did in the privacy of our own bedroom. But our luck was soon to run out. She'd been finishing paperwork, nothing urgent, when I'd come down to her ward. I'd had a brief break and sent Doug off to find a set of notes that had strayed into the black hole that existed between wards, consultants' secretaries and the outpatient clinic. I caught her eye from the other side of the nurses' station and inclined my head towards the stock room. She smiled, a faint hint of a dimple appearing in her cheeks. We only had a moment, but it was enough for a deep kiss, and I felt her hands snake down to cup my ass cheeks and pull me close into her. I was wearing a simple skirt, fairly loose and she pulled up the soft material at the back and slipped her hand inside my panties. 'Turn around,' she whispered, 'let me feel.' She silenced my half-hearted protests and crouched behind me, slipping two fingers up inside my warm pussy. Using my juices, she began to strum my clit, rubbing gently as I bit my lip to stifle my gasp. The angle was different from usual, and my clit throbbed as she alternated probing and rubbing and caressing. Suddenly there was a brief flash of intense light that I saw even through my half-closed eyelids. Lisa stopped moving and I turned my head to find the source of the flash. In rising horror, I saw Doug, holding up his mobile phone, smiling at the image he'd just captured. He looked down at Lisa, still half-crouched behind me, and back to me. 'Did you know that it's against hospital policy to have sexual relations during working hours?' he asked, his voice low and almost amused. I snorted back a quick retort; of course I knew, and so did he. It hadn't stopped him from fucking half the nurses in the place, on hospital time or otherwise. But I heard Lisa gasp in shock behind me: management always did come down harder on nurses that they did on the medics. She'd get suspension, maybe the sack. Then it hit me too: what if I got the sack as well? What if the hospital told the GMC and I got struck off? I'd never work again, and all for a quick finger fuck on a quiet lunchtime. 'Doug...' I started towards him, but he put up a hand to stop me. 'I'm sorry, Chrissie,' he said, 'This is serious, I'll have to think about what to do as a responsible member of the hospital staff.' 'Oh, come on,' I thought to myself, he was obviously taking the piss, but I held my tongue as he leaned against the door and pretended to think about what to do next. 'Tell you what,' he decided, 'I'll come round to yours tonight and we can talk about it.' I could see a smile in his eyes, and I knew then exactly what he was planning. He reached over to Lisa and lifted her right hand to his face, her fingers still moist with my come. I could see him inhale deeply, the scent of me rising from her, and then turned without another word to leave us standing there in silence. The storeroom door closed after him, and she turned to me; I could see the tears in her eyes. I gathered her in my arms, feeling her tremble against me. 'Don't worry, I'll sort it out with him,' I tried to reassure her, 'Nothing bad is going to happen.' I had to go-clinic was starting and I couldn't be late, but I hated to leave her like that, her face desolate, her delicate lips twisted with the effort of biting back tears. I knew she had an early finish-I half wondered if she'd wait for me, but clinic days always ran late. When I finally threw the last set of notes into the basket and checked my messages, I saw that she'd gone home and would see me there. Doug had been his usual self during clinic, charming the nurses, charming the patients, and he made no mention of the situation we were in. We shared an office with the other junior staff, and as I pulled on my coat and scrabbled in my bag, he called across to me. 'Seven OK?' he asked. I nodded, not trusting myself to reply. That would only give me half an hour or so to talk to Lisa, to promise her I'd protect her. I drove like a maniac to get home, cursing loudly at the traffic. I needn't have rushed-when I got home Lisa was in no mood to talk, She must have started drinking as soon as she got home, for there was an empty bottle on the kitchen table and she was sitting in the living room nursing a glass half full of golden wine. She'd taken off her nurses uniform and was wrapped in a soft dressing gown. She smiled when she saw me, and raised the glass. She took a deep swallow and rose gracefully, throwing her arms around me. Taken by surprise I hugged her back and she kissed me, her tongue probing deeply into my mouth. I pulled away; this was unexpected, she'd been so upset earlier I'd thought I'd find her in bed or crying. Touching her cheek I asked gently how she was. She smiled again, and moved in for another kiss. 'I want you to fuck me. Fuck me one last time before he does,' she whispered, undoing her dressing gown and letting it fall open to display her body. She pulled my hand from her cheek and dragged it down to cup her pussy. I knew now why she was so upset; Lisa had never been with a man before, she'd never even kissed one and the only male bodies she'd seen were those of her patients. 'I won't let him touch you, I promise. He can do what he wants to me, fuck me anyway he wants to, but only if he promises not to touch you, I won't let him,' I promised her, my hands on her shoulders, trying to convince her with my gaze. She bit her lip; the bravado leaving her suddenly and I saw her shoulders slump. 'OK? ' I asked, and she nodded, not trusting her voice. 'Anyway, ' I added, 'He probably only wants to watch.' The old cliché worked; she smiled faintly and I began to feel happier. I left her to go to the bathroom to wash the smell of the hospital from me, and very soon I was sitting back with her. I'd dressed casual-I didn't want him to think that I was expecting what I knew was going to happen, and I persuaded Lisa to get dressed again. He arrived shortly after 7 as promised, and I was surprised that he'd brought a bottle of wine with him. What did he think this was, a date? He'd been to my apartment a few times and went confidently to the kitchen to pour himself a glass. I followed him, silently handing him the corkscrew. 'Well?' he said, are you ready for a discussion?' He smiled at the word 'discussion', and I suddenly found it hard to stop myself smiling back. What on earth was wrong with me? I was being blackmailed into sex, and we both knew it. But I wanted it, I wanted him, all my recent fantasies about my past lovers were suddenly crystallizing in him. I was longing to see his body, to see his cock: that thrilling first look at a new lover. Emotions whirled through me, anger at myself, fear for Lisa, hatred for Doug and above all, lust. 'Doug, promise me something,' I tried to make my voice firm, to reduce the quaver of lust in it. 'And what might that be?' he was curious; I suppose he thought I was in no position to make demands. I explained about Lisa, about her past and how worried she was. To my surprise, he agreed readily. 'It's you I want-I want to fuck you, that's all,' he grinned, and ran an eye over my body. We went through to the living room: Lisa had managed to get through a fair amount of wine and her eyes were beginning to glaze. I knew the effect alcohol had on her-usually by now she'd be getting horny and wet and I wondered if it would be the same tonight. I wanted to keep a clear head-alcohol might have helped me to relax, but I needed to stay alert. Doug was a womaniser and I wanted to make sure he kept his promise. He settled down on the chair, throwing one leg casually over the arm. I sat next to Lisa on the sofa; we were at right angles to the chair and I made sure that I was closer to him, trying to protect her from his gaze. She was still a little tipsy and leaned onto my shoulder, turning her head to nuzzle into my neck and I drew my arm around her. She surprised me by turning further around and pulled herself across me, her hips straddling my thighs, pressing her lips against mine until I could feel the tip of her tongue licking gently against mine. My hands went automatically to her breasts, cupping them lightly, playing with the soft tips until her nipples rose. I could feel her lips curve into a smile, then she moved slightly to nibble my ear. She whispered softly, so softly that I could have imagined it, but I thought I heard the words 'You said to put on a show...' before her hands starting to undress me, pulling up my top to expose my lacy pink bra. I felt her warm hands cupping my breasts her thumbs rubbing over my firm nipples, teasing me, tautening me to respond. She pulled down the fine lace of my bra to reveal my taut buds, and moved down to suck at them, her tongue flicking rapidly, teasing me until I couldn't take any more. Seduction Story Ch. 03 I ended up on top: in a tangle of femininity I managed to subdue her teasing mouth and hands and had her beneath me, her sex exposed for me, her panties lost in a midst of warm fragrantly scented flesh. I'd almost forgotten about Doug: he had sat there quietly, and I hadn't noticed his breathing or the rustling as he had had removed his clothes, or the gentle noises as he had played with his cock, delicately pulling at the distended flesh, caressing his firm erection. I was so engrossed in losing myself in the sweet scent of my lover, licking her juices, drowning in her warm, moist delicate scent. Lisa was naked now, as was I. My clothes had been shed along with her inhibitions, and I had manoeuvred her to the edge of the sofa, her thighs spread widely. I was kneeling in front of her, worshipping at the font of her sexuality, gazing with delight and awe at her pussy. She had thrown her head back, waiting for me to descend on her, and I knew that my tongue could bring her to orgasm, that sweet fury of taste and texture and sensation that would overwhelm her until she quivered in my arms. I used my fingers to pull her lips apart, her clitoris standing proudly waiting for me to take her in my mouth, rolling that sweet toned flesh between my lips, sucking at the core of her being. I wanted to lose myself in her, push my tongue deep within the musky folds of flesh that guarded the most secret part of her that only I knew. I loved that she trusted me so much: I loved that she wanted to expose herself to me like this, that she welcomed my tongue and my fingers, that she knew that I found every crease and curve of her exciting and erotic. As I settled my mouth over her sex, my tongue flicking deliberately at her clitoris, I heard a faint movement behind me. I was too engrossed in Lisa to look round, but I knew that Doug had come closer. My tongue was licking rapidly at her sweet clit, and my arms were extended along her slim body, my fingertips brushing against her taut breasts. I wanted to bring my hands down and cup her buttocks, to pull her pelvis close to my face, to bury myself in her. I could feel her quivering. Her head was thrown back, and she seemed to have forgotten all about Doug; she was murmuring my name, begging me to use my fingers on her, my tongue, to fuck her, to have her. My hands slid down to cup her rounded buttocks, to hold her pussy against my face. It was times like this that I wondered how any one could want anymore than this-a sweet pussy held firmly against my face, my nose buried in her sweet scent, my tongue licking rhythmically against her clit, feeling it throbbing against me, knowing that she was about to come. And then I felt him. I felt his cock against my buttocks; his cock head tracing it's way to my pussy. He had knelt down behind me, watching me lick Lisa's pussy he had taken up position behind me, his erection straining and eager. I felt his fingers on me, and I soon as I felt them I knew I was going to betray Lisa. I wanted him to probe me, to penetrate me, to thrust his fingers wherever he wanted to go. I wanted the roughness and the directness of a male lover; I wanted to feel him take what he wanted, to have me any way he wanted, to make me his own. At first he was surprisingly gentle. His fingers traced over my bottom as I bent in front of Lisa. I was trying to concentrate on her, and I could feel her quivering and knew that she was close to coming. His fingertips stroked me delicately, so softly that it was as though it was Lisa's fingertips I could feel, and then I felt them enter me. I stifled a gasp, burying my face in Lisa's body as I felt his fingers dip into my pussy for the first time. It felt so good, dominant and decisive, twisting and turning inside me, pushing against the muscular walls of my pussy as I pushed backwards, forcing his fingers ever deeper. I felt like such a slut: I was Lisa's lover, and yet I was I reacting to Doug as though I had never felt the touch of a man before. I knew I was wet, I could faintly hear the sweet sucking sounds of my pussy grasping at his fingers. He stopped then, and I almost groaned out loud in disappointment, but I could feel his hands settle firmly on my hips, and he pulled me against him in a long slow movement. His cock eased inside me, and I felt the heat of him throbbing all the way to the neck of my womb. He hardly moved and seemed content to watch me licking at Lisa's pussy, a steady rhythm that I knew would have her coming quickly. I was being selfish now-I wanted her to complete so that I could concentrate on Doug's cock, to bring to reality all my frustrated dreams and fantasies. Slowly he shifted position, pulling out a little, but still keeping his cock head buried in me. His fingertip probed my tight amber ring, pushing gently and teasing me there while my tongue was buried in Lisa, riding her clitoris as she throbbed with her orgasm. My hands were still cupped under her buttocks and I held her lightly until she stopped quivering, then I pushed backwards, forcing Doug deeper inside me. His fingertip probed deeper too, and I let out a long sigh of pleasure. 'Oh, so you like that then?' he murmured, and his finger became more adventurous. I bit my lip to stop from begging him to fuck me harder, some vestige of shame stopping me from showing Lisa how much I wanted him. She had slipped out from under me, sitting on the sofa next to us, watching Doug enter me slowly and pull back. I turned to look at her face; her expression was serious, interested almost, with none of the disgust that I had thought to see there. She leaned over me and began to stroke my back, scratching delicately with her nails. Then Doug pulled out completely from my pussy, leaving me empty, but still with his finger gently pressurising me. 'I want to fuck you here,' he declared, 'You promised me anything.' I couldn't argue, after all I had promised, and besides, it stopped me having to beg him for it. We made our way to our bedroom, and he laid me face down, stroking my bottom, and then told Lisa she had to help. I started to protest and tried to get up, but he shoved me firmly between the shoulder blades and forced me down again. 'I want her to help me loosen you up,' he explained, 'It'll be fun, and I promise I won't touch her.' I sank down again, and he pulled my hips up slightly, the movement parting my buttocks. There were fingers again on me, but not his. These were more delicate and tapered, and slid easily inside, first one, then another. I started to rock slightly, to force them into me, but his hand dropped heavily on my lower back, stopping me. 'I'm in charge remember. We do it my way,' and with that, his other hand slipped down the curve of my cheeks and I felt a third finger enter me. This time it was his, entering me in time with hers, the pair of them working together to open me up ready for his cock. I wanted so much to see this, to see their fingers probing and playing with me, seeing my ass dilate under them. Doug murmured something to Lisa, and she moved away at his command, lying down beside me. She bent her head to kiss my shoulders and back, and her hands moved again to stroke me. I could feel him move his cock into position, a cock I hadn't yet seen, but wanted so badly to feel inside me. He pushed slowly, the bulbous helmet entering; the sensation was one of pressure, not pain, but he stretched me tightly, my ass clamping around him. I heard him groan, and his hands held my hips and pulled me deep onto him. I was up on my knees now, and Lisa's hand snaked beneath me to play with my clit. I could barely cope with all the sensations-the feel of his cock in me, his muscular stomach pounding against my bottom, his hands gripping me, her hands on my back and my clit. It was overwhelming and I wanted to come. Some sense must have told him I was close, because he slowed and stopped. I wanted to cry with frustration: all I wanted was to be fucked good and hard; I didn't want a lover showing off and constantly changing position. He pulled out from me, and flipped me over on to my back. 'I want to see the look on your face when you come,' he smiled at me, whilst I could only gaze at him: who would have thought that his dull work outfits hid such a body? Chunky and thoroughly masculine, a proud cock and solid thighs...I wanted more of him, more of his cock. I wanted to taste him, to swallow his come and drink it down. He pulled me down closer to the end of the bed and turned my lower body so my legs were flipped over at 45 degrees-it sounds awkward, but was surprisingly comfortable. He straddled my lower leg, trapping it beneath him, and held my upper leg high against him, exposing my sex fully. He slipped easily back into my ass, and as he thrust I could feel his balls slapping against my inner thigh. Lisa was there still, kneeling beside me and I saw Doug nod at her, grunting as he fucked me. She lowered her head and began to lick my clitoris, her face close to his cock. She seemed to realise this so brought her hand up between them-with her fingers playing in my pussy she had a barrier from his cock. I was moaning incoherently by now-the triple sensation of cock, fingers and tongue were merging into one giant wave of pleasure and I arched upwards, my body aching in release. Lisa stopped: I could feel her warm breath on my pussy but she stopped playing with me, knowing that I needed respite. And then I felt him come: his thrusting slowed and became irregular, then he gripped my leg tightly and I felt him shudder. Warm milky fluid gushed into me and I could feel the oily trickle of it as he pulled out. He still wouldn't let me rest: holding me leg high he carried on looking down, watching his come spread from me. Then he sighed, and climbed off the bed. Lisa lay against me, cuddling into me as I slowly came down from my high. My legs were trembling badly and I knew I wouldn't be able to move for a minute, but Doug simply smiled at us and wandered into the bathroom. He reappeared a short while later, his hair wet and slicked back and gathered his clothes from the living room where he'd left them. He dressed, and came back into the bedroom where Lisa and I were still lying on the bed: she'd thrown the bed cover over us but I still felt curiously embarrassed at him seeing us together. 'Right then,' he said cheerfully, 'I'll be off. See you tomorrow at work,' and with that he left, seeing himself out. As the door slammed, Lisa and I looked at each other. I could see relief etched on her face: he'd kept his promise and not touched her, unless you counted their fingers touching inside me. 'What the hell just happened?' I thought. I knew that he'd started something that I would find very hard to forget about. And where it was going to lead was anybody's guess. Both Lisa and I slept late the following morning, and as I drove to the hospital, I silently cursed, knowing I was going to end up in the car park furthest from the wards, a good 10 minutes added onto my tardiness. The ward round had barely started though, and I was able to tag along, keeping my head down and hoping my boss hadn't noticed. He didn't: Doug strode onto the ward a few minutes after me, late as well, earning him a glare of disapproval from the consultant. I glanced at Doug, and he winked back, as irrepressibly cheeky as always. I felt awkward and tried to avoid him, almost hiding behind the nurse that accompanied us-I really didn't want to talk to him. At the clinic that afternoon we were incredibly busy, and avoidance was easy. I literally ran from room to room, spending as long as I could with the patients, and as little time as possible at the reception desk. Even so, every time I went out to collect a fresh set of notes, Doug was there. Every time I leaned over the desk to phone the labs for results, or book another appointment, he seemed to edge up behind me, brushing tantalisingly close so that I could feel the warmth of his body. He leaned over me, pretending to reach for notes. 'How are you, Chrissie?' he breathed into my ear, his lips brushing against my neck. I swallowed hard; just the faintest touch of his lips had set me trembling, and the memories of the night before came rushing back. I clutched a set of notes to myself and turned to face him, the notes a barrier between us. 'I'm just fine...now get out of my way, I have a patient to see,' I snapped, trying to play confident. It turned into a game; at every possible opportunity he moved in close, and each time I thwarted it, brushing him off, making excuses. The clinic dragged on and on, busy as ever, and it was well after 6 o'clock by the time we were done. I would normally have stayed to dictate my letters, but I wanted to get home, and almost ran to my car. The car park was emptying quickly, and my car was in the farthest dimly lit corner. Dusk had fallen, and the evening air was cool. I fumbled in my bag for keys, and then stopped suddenly as I heard footsteps behind me keeping pace with mine. Turning round I saw Doug, swinging his key fob lazily. He'd parked very close to me and I had a faint hope he would get in and drive off, but it wasn't to be. I reached my car and unlocked it, but before I could get in he moved in close behind me, his lips touching my neck as before. 'You left without saying goodbye, Chrissie,' he whispered, his breath steaming in the crisp air. 'I want to go home,' I knew I sounded pathetic, but I had no defences against him. His arm slipped around my waist, pulling me against him. 'What the hell do you want, Doug? I sighed, 'You got your fun last night, remember?' He turned me round to face him, and pushed me against the car door with his body, looking down into my eyes and smiling lazily. My stomach flipped: I wanted him so much, and immediately felt the now familiar pang of guilt ripple through me. I reached behind me to fumble for the car door, trying to push him away. The action only brought our bodies closer together, and somehow I couldn't move, my belly pressed against him, feeling his cock harden. 'Are you going to say no?' he raised an eyebrow at me. 'I can feel you shaking...I bet you're soaking your panties.' He was crude, and chauvinist and ruthless, and I knew he could read my mind. 'This way,' he gestured over to his own car, parked nearby. 'Get in.' I did what I was told, climbing into the back seat with him. With the part of my brain that was still functioning logically I knew what we were about to do was ridiculous, professional suicide if we were caught. We were in the car park, dimly lit, but still there were cars parked nearby, staff would be coming out at any moment and yet... and yet... I just couldn't seem to stop myself. He climbed onto the back seat beside me, and reached toward me feeling for my thighs, running his hand up until it disappeared under my skirt. Still looking into my eyes, his gaze challenging me as if to dare me to stop, his fingertips stroked across the tight white cotton covering my pussy. He slipped his fingers under, brushing the panties aside, and smiled as his fingers ran along the folds of my slit. His touch was less delicate than Lisa, more forceful, but I needed this. Leaning back I gave into the inevitable and I closed my eyes, enjoying his touch as much as he enjoyed feeling up my hot tight pussy. Then I felt his fingers spreading my hole open and a finger slipped in. I felt my juices dripping down my crotch as he slouched down more on the back seat spreading my legs open wider. He pulled me towards him, pulling so that my bottom was almost to the edge of the seat and then raised my skirt above my hips. 'These have to come off,' he ordered, his fingers working under my panties, and I obediently lifted up slightly so he could pull them down. I felt the cold leather of the car seat beneath my buttocks as I sat down again, contrasting with the heat of his fingers as he began to burrow again. Then another finger entered my pussy and he started finger fucking me. I moaned, it felt good, filling me, and I grabbed his hand to drive it into me harder, deeper. His thumb was flicking over my clit, and I knew that I would come soon, the fear of being caught acting as an aphrodisiac. Then he stopped suddenly, and I groaned-I was on the edge of coming, but he decided to play with my breasts. Pulling at the top of my fine jersey, stretching the top he eased my breasts out, spilling over the top of my lacy bra. He squeezed almost viciously, digging his fingers into the soft skin. My nipples responded to his touch growing hard and taut, and he lowered his mouth onto them, biting gently on their tips until I was begging him to suck me. Frantically I tried to keep his fingers working between my legs. I had hold of his hand again, helping him fuck me, guiding him up my slit, jamming it further and further inside. 'More, ' I whispered ever so softly, and took his hand to help him insert another finger. I wanted more fingers in me. My juicy slit easily accepted his three fingers all the way and my orgasm was rapidly building again. I was ramming my crotch against his hand, each thrust stretching me, stretching my clit. I could feel him probing me inside, touching and stroking at the velvet lining, and I squirmed on the back seat of the car, impaled on his fingers. The feelings built up and suddenly I came hard on his hand, my body shaking and my pussy oozing juices all over him. I held tight on his hand, not letting him move while I enjoyed the sensation of fullness in my juicy hole. When I calmed down a little, I helped him extract his fingers from my dripping slit, and licked them clean for him, tasting my own come. I got my breath back, and he seemed to know when I was ready. He smiled his lazy smile, and started to unfasten his belt, and I reached for his crotch, touching him, feeling his already hard shaft through his trousers. He wasted no time then, his cock had become rock hard while he was fingering me, and he quickly unzipped, his cock springing free and hard. I wanted to taste it, and took it deep in my mouth until the fat helmet hit the back of my throat. He knelt between my legs on the back seat, letting me suck his cock with my soft lips, watching me kiss and caress his tool with my tongue. I wanted to swallow him down, and pulled his buttocks towards me, pushing my face into his groin. I wanted his cock in the depths of my throat feeling it stretch me open, hard and warm, pulsing as he spurted hot come down into my stomach. It didn't take long, and I could feel his balls begin to tighten and heard his breathing change-he was going to come. Suddenly I stopped, getting my own back. I wanted him inside me again, and I pushed him away so I could change position. I turned around to kneel on the back seat, but it was too cramped in the small space. Regardless now of danger, I opened the door of his car and stood on the tarmac, leaning over, my hands on the car seat and my ass in the air. It was his turn to worry and he looked around nervously: it was early evening, and the winter nights were drawing in, the dark and cold enveloping us but we were still in the car park. I didn't care. I wanted to be fucked, and begged him to. That was all it took: quickly he joined me, pressing his cock against my buttocks, feeling it slide against my cheeks. My mind flew back to the night before, remembering the sensation of him penetrating my ass, feeling him fill me, my ring dilating under the pressure of his fleshy cock. He positioned himself right against my hot anus. I couldn't take it again, not so soon after last night, and I begged him not to, offering my pussy instead, still not quite believing I was saying this. He slid in smoothly, and I felt him enter me. As he did so I moaned in pleasure, and at that, he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me hard back against him, sliding inside me in one smooth motion. He was buried completely in me, my sex clenching tightly round his thick shaft. He withdrew his tool slightly and shoved it back in, easing me wider open. His pace quickened, and soon I felt him thrusting into me, ramming his hard cock deep inside. Seduction Story Ch. 03 The car rocked each time he slammed into me, and I had to brace myself as he relentlessly fucked me. I needed to play with my clit, and I reached down to finger it, pulling at it, swollen and hot. He saw what I was doing and this seemed to excite him even more, watching me play with myself while he drove into me with his thick tool. I heard him cry out, and then felt him come deep into me, pulsing hot come into me. Then he slid out, and I could feel his thick come moistening my thighs, cooling in the soft breeze. Ordering me to stay in position, he knelt behind me, spreading my cheeks apart slightly so he could watch his come pouring from me as he had done the night before. I could feel my legs trembling and I rested against the side of the car, my body slumping heavily whilst his hands rested on my hips. Then I felt him move quickly, and he pressed up against me, covering the lower half of my body with his, hiding his open trousers. I vaguely wondered why, and then I heard what he had heard, footsteps behind us, another hard working NHS employee slowly trudging to their car in the late evening. We heard a key fob squeak, and an engine start, the car pulling away into the misty silence. Doug pulled my skirt down over my hips, and turned me round to face him. It was strange; I was embarrassed to meet his eyes, ashamed now of my naked need for cock, ashamed of begging him to fuck me, but he lifted my face to his with a gentle hand under my chin and kissed me lightly on the lips; our first kiss. 'I'll see tomorrow,' was all he said, and he left me to climb into the drivers seat. I stood there and watched him pull away, and then slowly made my way to my own car, my legs still weak. I was working on autopilot; I knew I had to get home before Lisa, I had to shower and wash the scent of him from me or she would find out what I had done. The feel of the cold leather under my thighs reminded me that I had left my panties behind on Doug's car-I had left him a trophy, proof of my behaviour. I could only imagine what he would do with that, but the memory of his gentle kiss, so unlike him, stayed with me the whole way home. Seduction Story Then I felt her tongue back on me-I was almost too sensitive for this, but she gently cleaned me up, licking away my juices. She placed her mouth over my dripping cunt and sucked me gently, savouring the taste of me until I'd calmed down and my breathing was relaxed again. I drifted off to sleep and remembered nothing more. When I awoke several hours later, I was completely disorientated. The duvet had been pulled over me and I felt completely relaxed. Then I heard a noise from the living room. My first thought was 'Burglar!' but I quickly realised that a burglar wouldn't be singing along to the radio. The voice was sweet and girlish and I recognised it as Lisa's. Memories of that morning came flooding back. I couldn't face her, I really couldn't. I was so confused over how I felt, and how I reacted to her touch. I could still smell the faint aroma of the oils she had used on me. Sighing deeply, I dressed casually, and walked nervously to the living room. She was busy in the kitchen, chopping and cooking. She smiled broadly when she saw me. 'Hello, sleepy head! Feeling better?' She came over and kissed me warmly on the cheek. I wanted to pull away, but my body betrayed me and I swayed into the circle of her arms. Her kiss became more intimate; her mouth grazing down my cheek and her lips met mine. For the first time I felt her mouth on mine, her lips soft and smooth. My lips parted and I felt her warm tongue softly teasing me. I lifted my arms around her; my hands stroking her back, feeling the firm muscles along her spine and pressing her against me. After a long minute we parted, and she pushed me away slightly, holding my shoulders. 'Yes, definitely feeling better!' she laughed, 'Keep away from me while I make you breakfast, or you'll tempt me back to bed again!' I couldn't reply: on the one hand I desperately wanted to kiss her again, on the other, I couldn't believe I was getting involved like this. Was this just a rebound thing? If Harry walked though that door, would I throw myself at him? Then I looked over at her, pursing her lips to taste whatever she had cooking and I realised that there was nothing I wanted more at that moment than to touch her again. She was wearing a loose cotton top, and I could see the faint outline of her breasts through the fine material. My mouth went dry as I imagined sucking her nipples and the feel of her skin against mine. It had been late afternoon by the time I had awoken, and she had gone out to shop. We ate together, our conversation relaxed and easy, and she made no move to touch me or kiss me again. For myself, I was still unsure of my feelings, and hesitant to start a conversation that I had no idea of how it would finish. We had decided to stay in that evening and watch a DVD; I had poured a glass of wine for us, and when I brought them into the living room, she took one and curled up on the sofa next to me, her warm body pressed against my shoulder. She began to kiss my hair and cheek, and I relished the feel of her soft lips. 'Lisa...' I started, and then stopped as she began to nibble my ear lobe. She trailed the tip of her tongue down my neck, and moved her hand to rest on my thigh. 'Lisa...' I tried again, swallowing as her hand slowly moved upwards. 'What?' her voice was faint, and I felt the whisper of her breath against my ear. 'I'm not sure about all this...' I tried hard to suppress a groan as I felt her tongue delicately probe my ear, tickling and teasing me. 'You seemed pretty sure this morning,' I could feel her lips curve into a smile against me, and her hand moved determinedly upwards, now resting against my plump mound. Under my jeans, my clit began to throb. 'I've never been with a woman before...I'm not a lesbian,' I was finding it hard to breathe now. 'Don't label yourself...just enjoy it,' she began to press her fingers against me, placing pressure right on my clit, rubbing the thick seam of denim against me. She was right; I knew she was right and it felt as though something had given way inside me. With the knack she had of sensing my mood, she turned my face to hers and kissed me, pushing me back so that we were almost lying on the sofa, and I felt the length of her slim body against me. We kissed for a long time, the heat and passion building up between us. I so wanted to see her naked, to see those breasts that I longed to touch, and she undressed for me, standing before me as I sat on the sofa mesmerised by her. I looked her up and down, fascinated by the smoothness of her skin, the sparkle of her navel ring, the crisp dark curls of her pubic mound. She moved closer to me, and I lifted my hands to hold her by the hips. Pulling her forward, I rested my cheek against the softness of her lower belly. I could smell her, a rich, complex aroma that I longed to taste. She took me back to the bedroom then, and we lay together, our hands roaming. I lowered my mouth down the side of her neck, tasting her soft skin, then further down to her breasts, burying my face in her rich warmth. Her nipples were pale pink, but as I nibbled and sucked, they became engorged and erect, standing proud. I stroked her body in all the places I like to be touched, smoothing my fingers over her arms and shoulders, caressing her thighs, kissing her body in those secret places behind her ears, at the back of her neck, in the folds of her elbows until both of us were squirming with desire. I wanted to see her pussy, I wanted to stroke the fine hair of her pussy lips, feel her warmth, and taste the silkiness of her cunt. I moved to kneel on the bed between her legs and gently spread her thighs. I could smell her arousal, the sharp tang of her juices. I spread her pussy lips with my hands, exposing her inner lips, pink and juicy. I could see her clit, hiding in its little hood and moved forward to touch it with the tip of my tongue. I was no expert, but she gasped with pleasure and I knew she wanted more. I licked at her pussy in the way I like to be licked-long slow strokes of my tongue moving from clit almost to ass and back again, then nibbling and flicking at her clit until it was hard in my mouth. She was rocking against me, her hips thrusting. Then she pulled me back up the bed to kiss me. I felt her tongue explore my mouth, tasting her own juices. She lay on me, our breasts touching and as she moved slowly, I could feel her pussy against mine, our hair enmeshing. She rode me slowly, our pussy lips sliding over each other, merging and kissing. Our love juices were mingling and I could feel the wetness between us. And then I felt it happen; her clit, erect and engorged, touched mine and a spasm of pleasure shot through me. She moved slowly and steadily, only tiny rocking and sliding movements but the friction was building up as our clits danced against each other. She raised herself up on her arms above me, and I suckled her breasts, my mouth teasing her nipples to little peaks as she continued to rub herself against me. Then I began to tremble, and I could feel the sensations start deep in my pelvis. I came with a gasp, the noise muffled by her lips as she kissed me deeply. Her orgasm came quickly, the last tremors of mine overlapping with the first of her. I held her as she shivered against me, the throes of her orgasm rocking her body. For a long while I couldn't speak, so overwhelmed by what had happened. She held me gently, her hands stroking my shoulders and hair, her lips resting against my cheek. Then I looked at her, and she smiled. * Post-Script And where are we now? Well, we've been together nearly three months now. I still worry sometimes that this is a rebound relationship, and wonder about what would happen if I suddenly start wanting to date men again. Lisa tells me not worry about the future and live for today, so I'm trying to. I do know, however, that she has made me happy; I wake up smiling these days.