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Goodness Gracious Pt. 01

By: ilikeithot6308



Hi again! Thanks to all who have passed along their comments and feedback on previous stories, I would greatly appreciate more of the same on this one. 

All characters are of legal age. Thanks for reading. 

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Note to self : Never, never ever, never ever ever... do anything so incredibly stupid, ever again. 

No matter how cute the girl is. 

The worst part is... I couldn't even remember exactly what I 'd done. 

I remembered going on a ski vacation with my friends, a bunch of twenty year olds. I remembered the little blonde ski bunny I'd met. I even remembered getting her into bed the night before, but that's where it got fuzzy. The medical report just said 'ski accident'. 

I had woken up in the hospital, in traction, with casts and splints everywhere. Well, not quite everywhere. I hadn't broken my neck, thankfully, my right leg was mostly okay, and one arm was merely taped snugly to my torso. 

My friends had gone home, nearly two thousand miles away, leaving me all alone, other than daily calls from my parents. At least the Canadian medical system wouldn't leave me high and dry, taking care of my multiple injuries for as long as it took to get me back on my feet. 

The first time she came into my room, I was in tough shape. It was only a couple of days after the accident, and I was pretty woozy, but it was still seared into my brain. 

I saw her walk in, dressed in the stereotypical starched, white nurse's uniform dress. She was about 5' 6" tall, with luxuriant brunette hair, tied back in a long ponytail that almost reached her firm, round butt. She was polite, and pleasant, but all business, despite the sexy brown eyes behind the square rimmed glasses. The business-like demeanour was also in stark contrast to her body, which was voluptuously curvy, top heavy, and decidedly attention grabbing. I would have guessed she was in her mid-thirties. 

Her name placard said 'Grace', but I wasn't staring at her tits to find out her name. She picked up my chart and read it. 

"You did one hell of a job, young man. Ski accident? One broken leg, one wrecked knee, one dislocated shoulder, one broken arm, and one concussion. Also three cracked vertebrae. I guess I'll be seeing a lot of you. I'm Grace, and I'll be your nurse, at least five days a week anyway," she smiled. "We'll get you better."

***

She was right, of course. The urge to sleep perpetually eased as the concussion cleared up, and traction was deemed no longer necessary soon after that. That left my right arm in a sling, and the bulk of my left side in plaster. Mobility was a relative term, but the doctors didn't want me to get too comfortable in bed, so the catheter was removed. I was glad I'd been unconscious when they put it in, because it hurt like hell coming out. Grace held my hand, while the other nurse removed it, but the pain wasn't quite over. 

Now, I had to ask someone to help me pee, not only to get me into the restroom, but to hold my spigot during the act. Talk about embarrassing, even more so when the assistance came from a female, which inevitably resulted in some 'swelling'. 

My progress was slow, but steady, and I started to make friends with my caregivers, but none more so than my busty brunette beauty Grace. Over the weeks, we started to get closer, talking about all manner of things, including what an apparently lousy skier I was. She laid claim to being much more proficient, and I found myself wondering what that body looked like in snug fitting ski clothing. 

***

"Hey there, how's my favourite patient?" Grace asked as she glided into my room. She wasn't working today, but she knew I was alone, so she stopped in for a quick visit, toting a handful of magazines in front of her bountiful chest. She was wearing a tight, v-neck sweater that showed a lot more cleavage than her usual work attire. "I brought you something to read." 

That's great, I thought, now move the fucking magazines so I can see your tits better. 

As if psychically connected, she put the stack of reading material down on my table, and smoothed the sweater down her torso, giving me the peek I'd asked for. I thanked her for her kindness, although I didn't add that I was also thanking her for the view. 

"I'll see you tomorrow. Don't give Sheila too hard a time, or you'll answer to me," she threatened, smiling in jest. I watched her leave, relishing the rear view as well. Sheila, the little blonde stick of a nurse who had been in the room during Grace's warning, followed. 

Okay, let's see what we've got, I thought, picking through the pile with my one, semi-functional arm. Sports Illustrated. Good, but unfortunately not the Swimsuit Edition. Popular Mechanics, Popular Science... Okay, maybe something interesting there. And the last one... Penthouse Letters? What the fuck? My nurse gave me stroking material? That's just mean. She knows I can't do anything. Hell, I can't even pee by myself yet. 

The next day, Grace stuck her head in my doorway. Seeing no one else in the room, she stepped in and closed the door. She looked a little embarrassed, blushing as she approached my bed. 

"Um, did you read your magazines?" she asked nervously. 

"Yes, I did. Some of them, anyway." 

"Yeah, well... How many did I give you?" 

"Four," I replied, watching her eyes. She looked like she was going to die of embarrassment. 

"Shit! I'm sorry... one of them was actually not for you. I'm sorry." 

"Which one? The Popular Mechanics?" I knew it was cruel to tease her, but then again, I'd had this magazine full of sex stories, which I had been unable to resist reading, and no way to deal with the resulting hard problem. 

"No, actually, it was the, um... the, uh..." she said her voice trailing off. 

I held my hand to my ear, sort of, as I still had no functioning arms. 

"The, uh, uh... Penthouse... Letters..." she whispered, barely audible. 

"Oh, that one," I said quietly, letting her twist. "You can have it back. Who's it for?" 

"Um... It's mine," she admitted reluctantly, stuffing the evidence into her bag. "Thank you," she smiled, leaving quickly. 

She was back a little later, all business again. Well, maybe not all business, as she was still blushing. I tried to use my only leverage for entertainment purposes. 

"So, Grace... what do you do with the magazine?" I prodded. 

She was writing something on my chart. Her blush deepened, and a little hint of a smile tickled the corners of her mouth. 

"Obviously, you're feeling better!" she giggled checking a box, clicking her pen, and putting the chart back. "The equally obvious answer to your question is... the same thing you'd do with it, only in my own way." She sighed, looking me in the eye. 

"Well, I would have if I could have, but... " I shrugged, glancing at my incapacitated arms. One was still in a cast, and the other was in a sling, the latter giving me just enough mobility to turn pages, but not enough to manipulate or masturbate.

"Yes, I apologize for that. You didn't have to read it, you know?" 

"I assume that, if you hadn't left it with me by mistake, you would have read it, wouldn't you? I mean, you noticed it was missing, didn't you?" I replied, jabbing again. 

"No comment," she laughed, wiggling her succulent behind as she left. 

Late that afternoon, she was back. She came in, flipped the doorstop up, and closed the door, moving silently over to my bedside. She looked at me, and smiled slightly. 

"I want to apologize again for what happened yesterday, with the magazines. It was totally my fault, and I feel bad that I made an already bad situation worse. I want to make it up to you." Another smile. She made a quick trip to the restroom, coming back with a warm cloth. She reached into her pocket and came out with a pair of rubber gloves, which she donned with professional skill, and rolled the sheet back off my lap. 

Be still, my heart, I thought, is she gonna do what I think she's gonna do? 

She lifted the bottom of my gown, bringing my soft dick into view. 

"I hope you know that this is not standard practice," she whispered, taking my penis into her hand. She stopped, and reached up, unzipping the top of her uniform about halfway. Her big, pillowy breasts bulged out of her bra cups, showing a deep crease of cleavage that made my mouth water. 

"Consider it inspiration... I've seen the way you look at my boobs." Her hand wrapped the warm cloth around my rapidly growing cock, stroking gently. I was nearly fully erect, and she was inspecting my hard flesh. 

"You've got a very nice cock. Big, and thick... you must make women very happy," she breathed, stroking faster. 

"Oh god, that feels so good! May I?" I asked, reaching weakly toward her chest. 

"Oh, alright," she said after a few seconds consideration. She switched hands and moved up the bed slightly, within range of my least damaged arm. I touched her breast, and she moaned softly. She was very soft, and I managed to get a few fingers into her heavenly cleavage. 

"Your tits are fantastic. God, I'd love to do so much more than just touch them!" 

"Sorry Honey, but I shouldn't be doing any of this, so a little fondle will have to do. Are you getting close?" She was stroking faster and faster, never moving her gaze from the eight inches of hard meat in her hand. 

"Fuck, yes, you're going to make me cum! Keep going! So good!" I grunted, clenching my teeth as my orgasm neared. 

"Okay, but keep the noise down. We don't need an audience," she whispered, still locked onto my cock with her eyes. 

"Oh fuck... gonna cum... gonna cum... Oh... Yes!" I hissed, feeling scalding cum race up my shaft. It exploded from the tip, arcing easily three feet into the air, to land in a wet glob on her chest. 

"Oh shit!" Grace whispered, staunching the flow with her free hand, and then with the cloth. I came like I hadn't cum in months, which was close to being true, finally stopping when my guage reached empty. 

I felt her shudder slightly. The look in her eyes was wild, wanton, and sexually hungry, but was replaced by Nurse Grace in a few seconds. 

"You made quite a mess," she laughed, wiping my shrivelling dick with the cloth, but she decided more help was required to clean up, and scooted off to the restroom. As she went, I saw her lick my spunk off her gloved hands. I heard her gloves come off, with an elastic 'snap', then a quiet moan of desire. She came back with a handful of tissues and another warm cloth, her boobs still on display, and cleaned me up. When she was done you'd never know I'd just blown a huge load in her hand. 

Except, of course for the big, white gob just left of her cleavage. 

She looked me in the eye, scooped up the offending evidence of my orgasm with her fingers, and licked them clean. 

"Mmmm. Very tasty," she breathed, pulling her zip back up. She stopped in the restroom, tossing the tissues, and putting the washcloths in the laundry. 

"Have a good evening. I'll see you tomorrow," she said quietly, smiling as she left. 

"Thank you, thank you, thank you..." I croaked, drifting off to sleep. 

***

The next day, you couldn't pry the smile off my face with a crowbar. When Grace made her rounds, I couldn't help beaming at her. 

"Someone's in a good mood today," she laughed. "Sleep well?" 

"Like a baby," I replied, staring at her tits again. 

"I'm up here," she whispered. "You are a very bad boy. If you don't stop smiling like a lunatic, someone's going to start asking questions.If you ever want my help again, cool it!"

Again? You mean I might get it again? Yes Ma'am! Consider it cooled!  I raised my eyeline, and relaxed my face. 

"That's better," she chirped, smiling back. "So, we're going to start rehabbing your shoulder today. I'll come and get you in a couple of hours, and we'll go down to the exercise room. 

I smirked like an adolescent at her use of 'come' and 'go down'. She rolled her eyes, turned and walked out, holding the chart behind her bum playfully. She knew full well I'd be watching her ass. 

When she returned, I behaved myself. She helped me up and into the wheelchair, which entailed my upper arm in contact with the soft fullness of her chest, making it worth the effort. Once seated, she wheeled me downstairs, and into the exercise room, which was empty. 

I had really wrecked my shoulder, so Grace kept the weight low, no more than five pounds, helping me increase my range of motion, stretching me out. When it came to the rotational exercises, I was sweating and ready to give up, but she had other ideas. 

She knelt in front of my chair and grinned. 

"Come on... I know you're sore and tired, but you can do it. You want some motivation?" she asked, unzipping slightly, then a bit more. She positioned herself so that her chest was where my hand would go, if I completed the exercise. "There. All you have to do, if you want to cop a feel, is pull your hand forward. Or, I could just put them away, and you can quit. What's it going to be?" 

That was a pretty big carrot, an F cup one at least, and she knew exactly which button to push. 

I pushed, grunting in pain and my hand moved slightly, closing the gap to her magnificent chest. Just six inches more... Five... Four. My fingers reached out desperate to make contact, but the gap widened. The crafty fox was pulling away. 

"No fair!" I gasped, laughing through the pain. The further I went, the less painful it was though. 

Grace giggled, her strategy blown. "Okay, I'll hold still. If you can reach them, you can feel my breasts all you like. Unless someone comes in. Fair enough?"

I nodded, and gritted my teeth, turning my shoulder enough to reach her chest. Rewarded with a handful of glorious femininity, I squeezed gently. 

"Alright," Grace said, pushing my hand back to the starting position. She dropped her zipper another few inches. "Again." 

I had the bit in my teeth now, and quickly had another handful of her tits. Back to the start position again, this time on my own, I looked at her and nodded to her chest. 

"Shit, I've created a monster," she sighed, unzipping further. Now open to just below her breasts, it let her uniform gap open, showing a fair bit of delicious flesh, and her bra. I was liking this form of physio. "Don't expect Sheila to do this," she chided. 

"Sheila's not..." I grunted, making contact again, "...qualified for this!" I was referring to her distinct lack of boobs. 

"No," Grace laughed, jiggling her breast in my hand, "I don't suppose she is!" 

I had wormed a fingertip inside her bra cup, and was fiddling with the erect tip of her nipple. She was watching, and a little flush came across her face. I squeezed her boob firmly, and she moaned. She let me grope her for a while longer, then stopped me. 

"Okay, that's enough 'exercise' for today," she whispered, her voice shaking slightly. She zipped up, clicked the brakes off, and wheeled me back to my room. I was tired, and actually needed the rest, but I was disappointed at losing my playthings. She had such niiiice tits. 

I slept for a good portion of the afternoon, dreaming of Grace's big jugs. In fact, I was still dreaming about them when a sound woke me. It was her, and she was closing the door again. She stood, back to the door, looking at me with an evil grin on her face. Her hand reached up, toyed with the zipper for a few seconds, then tugged it down, not stopping until it reached her waist. When she walked over, the extra freedom her breasts had made them jiggle and bounce, drawing my eyes magnetically. 

My dreams, her presence, and her display of rippling cleavage, combined to make my cock hard as a rock. It was standing straight up, and she had no problem finding it with her warm hand under the sheets. 

"Ooooooo, all ready for me, I see. Thinking about this afternoon?" she asked, stroking me softly. 

"Dreaming about you," I said, honestly. 

"So sweet!" she giggled, fishing in her pocket. She produced the condom in its foil packet with a theatrical flourish. "Ta da! Don't get too excited... This is a housekeeping measure. Can't have you squirting all over the room again. We're going to corral those little spermies of yours in here." 

She pulled the sheets down, rolled the latex device over my cock, and began, spitting in her hand for lubrication. She looked at me, then down at her chest, then back at me, asking what I was waiting for. She was forcing me to use my arm if I wanted to touch her, and I definitely wanted to touch her. While she continued to jerk me off, I reached forward gingerly, getting my fingertips onto her breast. I caressed her gently, and she sighed, enjoying my touch. She smiled, jerking me faster, and I nudged her bra strap off the edge of her shoulder. Even though it was still under her uniform, the slack in the strap let her bra cup slip down. 

A little bit of dusty rose areola peeked over the top. 

"Cum for me, honey," she whispered. "Such a nice, hard cock. Are you close, honey?" 

"Oh yes, keep going... Pump it hard! Oh... Here it cums!" I said, as quietly as I could, as my cock flexed in her hand, spewing hot, white goo into the condom. Grace watched it fill up, mesmerized. When I was spent, she released me, adjusting her bra and uniform as she went into the restroom. She returned with tissues. 

"This is much easier to clean up," she giggled, pulling the condom off, and wiping my deflated dick. She held the rubber up, admiring the load it held. "That's quite a lot of cum. Not as much as yesterday, she smirked, "but I guess that's to be expected. Yesterday's was epic."

I slept like a baby again, as I did every time she took pity on me, which wasn't every day, but often enough to keep me from climbing the walls. As predicted, Sheila wasn't as much fun to exercise with, and I didn't even ask if she'd like to match Grace's skills at bringing me off manually. 

***

About two weeks after the initial 'magazine incident', Grace stopped by on her day off again, toting a similar stack of reading materials, but with a slightly different expression on her face. She put the mags down, and we chatted for a few minutes, before she smiled and stood. 

"Okay, well... I will see you in a couple of days. You catch up on your reading," she said, winking as she turned away. She swayed her hips, glancing over her shoulder as she reached the doorway, leaving with a smile. 

Just like last time, the newest issue of SI was on top, followed by Pop Mechanics and Pop Sci. I held my breath and fanned the stack once more. 

My heart did a little backflip. There it was again, only this time, there could be no question it was deliberate. My buxom, sexy nurse had included an issue of Penthouse Letters, but... it wasn't the most recent one, or even from this year, for that matter. Either she was just giving me one from her collection that I hadn't read, or... the other option was far too much to hope for, that being that she had chosen this particular issue for a specific reason. Hopefully a decidedly lascivious one. 

I looked at the top right corner of the magazine, and sure enough, one page was dog eared. The compilation was a few years old, and Grace had read it often, judging by the ink smears and wear marks. Then I sniffed the page, getting an unmistakable whiff of feminine arousal. She really did use the magazine the same way I would, and her gooey fingers had left their mark. I started to read what was apparently her favourite story, and my eyes opened wide. That wasn't my only physical reaction. 

The story was, strangely enough, about a nurse who gets involved with one of her patients. My cock was about ready to explode, it was so hard, and if I'd had a functional arm that would reach my crotch I would be flogging myself while I read it, every time I read it, which was often enough that I lost count. I could only guess at her motivation for giving me the story to read, but I prayed it was more than a tease. I'd have to wait until she came back to work, or visited again, to find out. 


Goodness Gracious Pt. 01



Two days. Forty-eight hours. Far too much time to stew over the possibilities of Grace's reason for giving me the magazine. Far too much opportunity to read the story another eighty-six times, and far too long before any possibility of relief arrived. At least I could take solace in the fact that, despite emotions to the contrary, time doesn't really stand still. 

***

I woke to a familiar, but unusual sound. Grace was humming as she flitted about the room, tidying up as she went. She turned and saw my eyes were open, smiling widely as she glided over to my bedside. 

"Good morning, sleepyhead!" she said melodically, fluffing my pillows, which brought her magnificent chest closer to my face. She then noticed the tent pole in the covers. "Ooooooo, good morning to him, too. Been reading?" she giggled softly, patting the airborne portion of the sheet. 

"Uh huh," I replied, "but I'd rather have you, here. 

"I know, and I'll let you in on a little secret," she whispered, leaning closer. "I'd rather have you, too..." 

My cock twitched at that, and I moaned, just a little too loud. She shushed me. 

"So," she said, reverting before my eyes from horny woman to nurse Grace, "we'll be taking the cast off your leg today, and if the x-rays are good, maybe your arm as well. I'm sure you've had enough of lugging the plaster around. I'll come get you when it's time. You just rest." 

To say I was excited would be an understatement, and it had very little to do with getting my casts off. A certain part of my anatomy was stiff enough to qualify as plaster, and it wanted to get off, too. 

I 'rested' for about an hour, trying not to think about the multiple hints she had dropped. The story, in the magazine, dog-eared with pussy juice fingerprints from her masturbatory activities. Letting me feel her up. Jerking me off more than once, while looking like she was enjoying it as much as I, which just wasn't possible. The most lethal was her last comment... 'I'd rather have you, too'. 

Nurse Grace walked in, loaded me up into the chair, and rolled me over to radiology, where my left side limbs were both x-rayed. We then went for a little walk / roll, killing time until the radiologist did her thing. We sat out in the sun, chit chatting about nothing. Every time I tried to steer the conversation in the direction of anything sexual, Nurse Grace shot me down, keeping Sexy Slut Grace at bay. 

The report was good, so our next stop was the cast room, which in this case, would be the de-cast room, where a noisy, somewhat scary saw cut through the plaster, freeing both my arm and leg. Then it was off to exercise, where I anticipated getting to feel her up again. I had no idea what was waiting for me. 

Unfortunately, we weren't alone, this time, so Grace's usual, highly customized motivational methods would be kept under wraps. We started with my right arm, which was well ahead of schedule, getting stronger and more mobile every day. We were using more weight now, and she worked me pretty hard, making me sweat, grunt and curse. Thankfully, the other patient was just finishing, and they left just as I was finishing my last set. 

As soon as they were out the door, I made sure my range of motion included a quick grope of Grace's tits. 

"I thought they'd never leave," I said, fondling her softly. She took me by the wrist, and removed my hand, giving me a slightly chastising look. 

"Me too," she whispered, "but you're getting too strong with this arm. Time to go lefty." She adjusted the weight, my position, and hers as well, putting her beautiful breasts back in the target zone. The final adjustment was to her zip, down an inch or two, just enough to tease with a little cleavage. 

She really made me work for it, but I did finally complete enough reps to get to see her bra, a nice, lacey white one, and most of her pillowy chest. She was looking a little flushed, and I was feeling a little horny... Okay, I was a lot horny, but I wasn't done yet.

We moved on to my lower body. One leg was fine, but the left had been broken, and the knee had been pretty fucked up, so I wouldn't be dancing for quite a while yet. Grace got me situated in the machine, with my left leg doing the work. I was a little disappointed that I wouldn't be able to touch her for this exercise, and pouted. She knew what I was thinking, gave me a nasty grin, and zipped up enough to cover all but a few inches of cleavage. She squatted, in a most un-ladylike manner in front of me, reaching into her pocket, but not pulling her hand out yet. 

"Would I let you down?" she giggled, pulling a small piece of fabric out of her pocket. She let it drape over her finger for me to see, but it took me a few seconds to realize what it was. Lacey, white... It was her panties! No... not panties... a thong! 

I groaned, reaching for the miniscule garment, but she snatched it away. 

"Oh no... It'll be kinda hard to explain you wearing my underwear on your head if someone comes in. Maybe later. For now, if you want to see, you'll have to work for it!" Her eyes glanced down, to where my left foot rested between her knees as she squatted. The hem of her skirt hung low enough that I couldn't see anything, but... Oh my god! If I lifted my foot in an arc, my toes would lift her skirt. Pussy nirvana was a few seconds of agony away. 

I was ready to lift a Sherman tank, if need be, but she wasn't going to make it easy. The first weight was too light, and I would have had her skirt up over her head in seconds. She had anticipated this, though, and her hand stopped my ankle immediately. Next weight, still too light, as was the third. At last, she had the right balance of motivation and difficulty. It wasn't a walk in the park, by any means. I could just about make it to her skirt, but not quite. She wanted me to get there almost as much as I did, and her hand helped my heel up, just slightly. 

My eyes were locked in on the edge of the starched fabric that blocked my view. I groaned again as she helped me, just an inch or so, but it had nothing to do with pain. 

The room was well lit, but the area under her skirt was in shadow. Still, I could see the profile of two thick, dangling lips and the deep cleft between. Grace released my heel, and the view disappeared. Damn! Betrayed by my own weakness. I lowered my leg, and lifted again, getting closer, but not quite to her skirt. Again, she helped, like a weightlifting spotter, and her pussy reappeared, still in silhouette, but more visible. 

A few more reps had me able to reach her skirt by myself, lifting it higher and higher, until it stayed up, folded over itself, and leaving her smooth-shaven pussy in a spotlight between her firm thighs. My eyes were glued to her fantastic fleshy lips, hanging there, looking deliciously moist. 

"Oh Grace," I grunted, lowering my leg, "your pussy is beautiful! 

"Why, thank you!" she said quietly. "Do five more for me, please" she commanded, scooting forward a little more. The look in her eyes wasn't her Nurse look. Sexy Grace was back. 

I extended my leg again, lifting the weight, and bringing my foot up between her legs. She was watching closely, and moved closer as my foot came up. The tip of my toe grazed her pouty lips. I groaned. 

"Oh yes, that's it," she said. Anyone listening would hear nothing unusual. "Four more." 

Again, down, then up, brushing across her clit as she adjusted her position. Her eyes blazed now. 

"Very good! Three more good ones like that. You can do it!" 

I was hard as a rock by now, but this was my chance to give back to her, so I wasn't going to stop. This time, I wiggled my toes when I made contact. 

"Yes! That's very good! Two more!" She sounded like a therapist happy that I was doing my exercises properly, but I could hear the quiver in her voice, and see the pleading desire in her eyes. 

"One more..." she groaned, grabbing my ankle and crushing her clit into my foot. I could see the wetness on my instep when she released me. 

Her hands were waiting for my foot when I extended it again, and she jammed it against her cunt, grinding hard. She shuddered slightly, blushing as she came. 

"Y-y-yeah! You did it!" she gasped, clapping her hands to cover her orgasmic twitches. "Congratulations!" She dropped onto her knees, smoothing her skirt down, and zipping up fully, before rising with a more ladylike sidesaddle move. She mouthed 'thank you' and smiled, wheeling me out and back to my room. 

She wheeled me in, closing the door behind us. Once it was shut, she sighed and leaned back against it. 

"Ooooooo fuck... My legs are like Jello!" she hissed. "Thank you for that one. I needed it." 

"It was my pleasure," I said. 

"Oh no it wasn't, I can assure you!" she smiled, "Yours will come later. You've earned a special treat." 

She helped me back into bed, for the first time not having to work around plaster. She started to leave. 

"I'll see you later this afternoon," she whispered. 

"Um, Grace? Aren't you forgetting something?" A confused look. "Are you going commando for the rest of the day?" 

"Oh, right... Thank you for reminding me," she laughed, digging into her pocket. A very naughty look flitted across her face. She stepped closer, swaying her hips in an exaggerated way. She unzipped her top, easing the zipper down past the voluminous curves of her big tits in preparation for her next move. She bent to step into her thong, hanging her beautiful breasts on display for me, pulling the lacey garment slowly up her legs. I gawked at her, but she took my breath away when she turned her back to me, showing me her ass while she tugged the string of the thong into place between her firm cheeks. One final tease, as she turned back to face me, holding her skirt up to show me the tiny white item wedged up into the cleft of her pussy. She smoothed the skirt down. 

"You're going to catch flies," she laughed, closing my gaping mouth with her soft hand. "You have a nap. I'll be back later. Dream of me?" 

"Just try and stop me," I replied, staring at her still displayed tits. She zipped up, and caressed my cheek. I did dream of her, and it was one hell of a hot one.

I was awake and alert when she breezed back into my room, smiling brightly as she closed the door. She sashayed over to me. 

"I'm so horny," she giggled, "I might need to borrow my favourite magazine back! I see I'm not the only one!" she said, tilting her head in the direction of the tent in my sheets. 

"Well, you did say something about a special treat. My imagination has been running wild! Pray tell, what might that be?" I begged. 

"Hmmmm, I've been giving that some thought," Grace replied, smiling cryptically. "I expect that I could predict what you'd like me to do, but that might be pushing things a bit. How about this to start?" she whispered, reaching into her pocket. She came out with the usual condom, and her thong. My mind went nuts. She handed me her underwear, and it was soaked with the fragrant, erotic, delicious juices she'd been producing all afternoon. I sniffed them, touching them to my tongue as well. Mmmm, mmmm, good! 

"I told you I was horny!" she whispered, pulling the sheets back, to be greeted by my rock hard cock, standing happily at attention. She moaned softly, gripped me gently and gave it a few tugs. "Such a nice cock..." she said, cooing quietly, staring at it. A few seconds later, she had it safely wrapped in its rubber cocoon. She unzipped her dress, all the way to her waist. 

I watched in awe as she lifted her magnificent breasts, one at a time out of their supporting cups, baring them to my gaze for the first time. Her nipples were puckered tightly, standing straight up in the centres of her big areolas, begging for my lips. Thankfully, that's exactly what she had in mind. She moved up, leaning to bring her breast within range. 

I latched onto her nipple, suckling feverishly, while she started stroking my cock. She was moaning softly, her attention split between my lips on her breast and my cock in her hand. 

"Oh yes, baby, that's so good! I love getting my nipples sucked!" she gasped, stroking me harder. "Does that feel good?" 

As I had my mouth full, all I could do is nod and moan in the affirmative. She picked up her pace, and I moaned again. This entire day had been one long tease for me, and my balls were very full. I was very close to cumming, and she sensed it, jerking my cock faster. 

"Oh shit," she hissed, "I just can't...can't waste it!" 

She ripped the rubber off my cock desperately, bending over and engulfing the head in her moist mouth. She continued to stroke me, while sucking me deeper, moaning in wanton lust. 

"Fuck yes! Suck me!" I gasped, trying to hold the volume down. "Oh Grace! I'm cumming! Yes! YESSSSS!" 

I watched her gulp and swallow, staring into my eyes as I emptied my balls down her throat. It was the most incredible experience of my life. I came buckets, blasting rope after rope into her receptive, slurping mouth. My entire body tingled. 

"Oh my god!" I grunted, as she maintained her lip-lock on my shaft, moaning and stroking my flagging cock, milking it dry. Finally, she let me go, wiping her lips clean as she stood. Her big tits hung like ripe fruit that I was eager to pick. She cupped them suggestively, standing just out of reach. 

"I think I should get dressed, just in case we have visitors," she whispered, adjusting her bra so that her spectacular boobs were back in place. She zipped up, and I held her thong out for her to take, but she waved me off. "No, you keep those for now. I have a question for you. Is that alright?" 

"Of course, Grace... ask away." 

"Have you thought about what you are going to do when you are better? I assume you're going back home," she whispered, slightly sad at the thought. "You may have noticed that I've grown a bit fond of you. I'll miss you." 

My god... she was right! I hadn't thought that far ahead. It would be a month or more before I was well enough to travel, if that's what I decided to do. Maybe I could go skiing again. With any luck, I'd be back before my bed cooled, although that was an admittedly desperate strategy. Now I felt sad, too. 

"One more question; the story in the magazine... I assume you read it?" she asked. I nodded. "Did you read the whole thing?" 

"Well, actually... No. I never make it beyond the part where she...um... " 

"Yes, I like that part, too," she laughed. "Read the ending. I'll see you tomorrow. We'll talk more then." She smiled and left me trying to recover my senses, and make sense of the conversation. 

I reached out, grabbing the Popular Mechanics which had the Penthouse Letters inside it, quickly finding the appropriate pages. 

Oh shit... and oh boy! I thought, reading the final portion of the story, nearly a third of a page that had escaped my attention before. If life imitates art, then I was going to be very happy. 

There was no sex in the final part of the story, but it was still very interesting. It had been written from the female point of view, delving into her mindset before, during, and after her involvement with her patient. If it was at all representative of Grace's thoughts, I would have some very difficult decisions to make, and a few that were so easy my dick had already made them for me. 

I wanted her here, right now, to talk it out... and maybe more, but... 

It was going to be a very, very long night.

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Goodness Gracious Pt. 02



Nurse Grace is back!

Everyone is, as usual, over the age of eighteen.

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Enjoy.

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I didn't sleep well that night. I was both excited and worried about what Grace may have been thinking, but thankfully she was working today, so I would see her soon. 

Okay, so I had some tough decisions to make. On the far side of the balance was my life at home; friends, family, school, job... all the usual trappings of a young man's life, except a girlfriend. On this side was Grace, and she was single-handedly winning the battle. 

If I stayed here... assuming I was being invited to stay, as she hadn't said so yet... I would be giving up everything I knew, cold turkey. That scared me. 

When Grace arrived in the morning, she was her usual pleasant self, smiling her usual bright smile, the same sparkle in her eyes. There was another nurse in the room, so conversation was limited to simple greetings, and I sat quietly while they discussed my condition overnight. Finally, the other nurse left with a wave, and we were alone. 

"You look tired," she whispered, touching my hand. "Did you not sleep well? I didn't mean to cause that." 

"Well, you did give me plenty to think about," I replied, smiling up at her. "The story... is that how you feel about me?" 

"That's the question I'm trying to answer, myself," she said quietly. "Is it just lust, or something more?" 

"How do we figure it out?" I asked.

"There's the question," she laughed, shrugging, "maybe it needs to figure itself out. Either way," she suddenly turned more serious, "my first job is to get you back on your feet. Okay?" I nodded. "So... You sleep, and I'll come get you later for more physio." She parted with a wink. 

Well, at least I had that to look forward to. Grace had turned physiotherapy into an erotic pleasure, despite the accompanying pain and discomfort. I fell asleep wondering what she had in mind.

***

When I woke, a few hours of lusty / wishful / fitful dreaming later, I heard Grace humming again, and soon she was smiling down at me from bedside. 

"Feeling better, now that you've had a nap?" she asked. Her eyes had that sparkle in them again. 

"Somewhat," I replied, staring into those soulful pools. "I still have a million things on my mind, but at least I got some rest." 

"Yes, well," she began stepping over behind the wheelchair, "you're not alone, but we have a job to do here. Hop in."

"If I could hop," I laughed as she helped me up, "I wouldn't be here, and I think I know someone I'd like to hop on." My eyes caressed her sumptuous curves while she laughed back. 

"My, my," she whispered, "Hold that thought, will you?" 

"No problem, there. I couldn't get you out of my head if I tried," I said as I sat. 

Grace rolled me out of the room and down the hall in silence. Only when we were alone in the elevator did she speak. 

"Please don't obsess over me. I'm sure the answers will work themselves out. Just know that I want you as much as you want me." 

"First of all," I giggled, "I can't help obsessing over you. I don't have much else to think about, and I like thinking about you. Naked, if possible." 

"Is it getting warm in here?" she smiled, fanning herself. The doors opened, ending the repartee quickly. 

I was looking forward to groping Grace during physio, and maybe getting her off again, like our last session had progressed, but it wasn't to be. The exercise room was packed, making Grace stick to the book, much to my chagrin. I was getting stronger, which was good, but also meant I was getting closer to leaving. I had no idea how much change was coming. 

With my physio complete, I hobbled back into the chair, and Grace pushed me back to my room... and past it, into a ward, with six beds in it. I had been booted out of my semi-private room, which had been mine alone, as the other bed had been empty. Now, I would have five roommates, which would make intimate conversation, and other extracurricular activities with my lovely nurse, impossible. To say I was disappointed would be a huge understatement, but at least I wasn't alone in that emotion. 

"I'm sorry about this," she whispered, "they told me this morning. All your stuff has already been moved for you." She lowered her voice even more. "I left you a note." 

She got me settled in bed. Truth be told, I was pretty tired after my workout, and didn't want to think about the changes that had been thrust upon me in the last few hours. I would find, and read, her note later. Right now, sleep sounded good. 

***

I was awoken by one of my roommates coughing up a lung, but the truth is, I hadn't slept well anyway. My imagination had run wild with the unknown contents of Grace's note, so finding it became the first priority. It was probably hidden amongst the magazines she had brought me, and that left one logical location. I saw a small corner of yellow paper sticking out of 'our' magazine, which was hidden inside one of the less interesting ones. The curtains were drawn around my bed, so I didn't need to worry about an audience. I opened the note. 

"I'm so sorry about this. I didn't know they were going to move you. I'll try to get around for a visit as often as I can without arousing suspicions." 

I was hoping for something more along the lines of "I Love You and want to have your children," and would have settled for a few dirty thoughts hastily written amid tears of anguished separation. I know that's asking a lot, and that she didn't have much time to properly compose her declaration of love, but that's what I was hoping for. I guess I would just have to wait for a visit from my angel, as patiently as I could. 

The next day, a burly orderly loaded me into a wheelchair, and whisked me off to physio, where a very butch, grumpy older woman took pleasure in torturing me through a series of exercises that were no where near as much fun without my sexy Grace as incentive. When I was returned to my room, I saw another piece of yellow sticking out of my magazine pile. 

"Hi there, how are you doing? I miss you," she wrote. Strangely, those last three words made my heart soar, temporarily at least. 

I did a lot of thinking in the next few days. Part of me was angry... not with Grace, of course... at being forced apart. There were many other emotions in play, however, and it took me a while to make sense of the mix. I'd lost girlfriends before, by my choice and theirs, but this feeling was different. The hurt was deeper, and seemed to get worse with time, instead of better. 

I received a few strictly social visits from her, and another couple of notes that hinted at her feelings, but nothing that measured up to our previous activities. My physio was going well, and everyday I got stronger. Also more frustrated. 

***

I sat in bed, gazing idly out the window. I was fortunate to at least have this view to pass my time. If I'd been stuck in one of the middle beds, I'm sure I would have lost my mind by now. Maybe I'd lost it anyway, because I thought I heard an angel, but she wasn't working today. 

Her pretty face peeked around the partially drawn curtain that surrounded my bed on two sides. She smiled broadly when she saw that I was awake, and stepped in, pulling the curtain closed fully behind her. 

"Hi!" Grace whispered. My mouth hung open a bit before I could reply. She had dressed for this visit. 

"Hel-lo!" I gasped, taking in her form. Skin tight blue jeans hugged her lower half, disappearing into calf-high, black leather boots, with four inch heels. Up top, oh my... Up top, those incredible breasts were encased in a snug red sweater, with a deep-v neckline, showing her beautiful cleavage. My eyes had a hard time getting past that enticing crease of flesh. "Wow!" 

"You like?" she giggled, smoothing the knit fabric down her torso. "My friends call this my 'sin sweater'. I don't know why," she said, rolling her eyes. 

"Hmmmm, yes... quite puzzling," I replied, staring straight at her tits. She laughed, causing them to quiver, which in turn made my dick harden faster. 

"I'm really sorry that I haven't been able to visit as much as before," she whispered, stepping closer, and taking my hand. "I see you're looking stronger." 

I sat up, and swung my legs out of the bed, rising to my feet without much trouble. 

"I can't chase you yet, but I could use a hug," I asked, holding my arms out. 

I'd thought about this a lot. Strange as it seemed, given that she had given me multiple hand jobs, swallowed my load once, and been groped by me during physio often... this would be our first contact in this way. How she reacted would tell me much about her frame of mind. I held my breath. 

She didn't even hesitate, much to my delight, immediately snuggling into my embrace. I happily pulled her tight to my chest, able to hold her with both arms. 

"I've missed you, so much." 

I had been thinking those exact words, but she had spoken them first. Again, my heart leapt. 

"I have missed you, too," I replied, squeezing her tighter, mashing her boobs into me. 

"I can tell," she laughed, wiggling her body against me. My dick was pretty stiff, and poking her in the tummy. She'd have to be dead not to feel it. 

"Yeah, um, well,... blame the sweater," I replied, trying to defend my physical reaction. 

"That's why I wore it," she whispered, tilting her head back to look up at me. That sparkle was in her eyes, the one that was there whenever she was being sexy Grace. The one that was there every time she jerked me off. The one that was there when she showed me her tits. I knew that sparkle. I loved that sparkle. 

"Then, please tell me you have a plan, because I don't think killing all my roommates will work," I begged. 

"I'm sure we can come up with something less severe," she smiled, tiptoeing up as high as she could. Our first kiss. God, she was delicious, her lips so soft and expressive, parting soon to allow me to nibble at her tongue as she probed my mouth. It was a very hot kiss, heating up more as her hand went to the back of my neck. My hand went where you'd think... right to her massive breasts, and she moaned very softly. She put her hand over mine. 

"Oh fuck, that feels so good, but we'd better stop, before I get loud, and blow our cover." She saw the disappointment on my face. "Oh baby, don't forget... I work here. I know this building very well. There's a place we can go, where no one will bother us... and no one will hear us." 

I'm sure the grin on my face met on the back of my head, I was so happy. Grace helped me into a wheelchair, and rolled me out. As we passed the nurses station, Sheila was on duty, and she looked up, making eye contact. A knowing smile crossed her face, and she waved us on our way. 

In the elevator, going up, I had to ask. 

"Um, what was that about? I thought we were done there." 

"Well, Sheila and I are friends. We talk a lot, and while I didn't let on what we've done, I did tell her I liked you. We're all adults, right?" she explained. We reached the end of a hallway, where a padlocked door barred our path. I heard the tinkling of keys from behind me, and she unlocked the door, pulling me in with her, where she locked it from the inside. 

"This part of the hospital used to be... well... this was the mental ward," she whispered, rolling us along the empty hallway. 

"Oh great! Should I be concerned about the spirit of a serial killer entering your body?" I laughed. 

"You've seen too many movies," she giggled, leaning closer to my ear, "and the only thing I want entering my body is your big cock!" I groaned. She laughed. 

One left turn brought us to a thick door. Grace stepped around my chair, and turned the latch open, swinging the door wide. 

"Padded rooms can be used for more than just one thing," she smiled, waving to the white cushioning that covered every surface in the room, including the inside of the door. "And it absorbs sound, too! Care to join me?" 

"Hell yeah!" I gasped, engaging the wheel locks and rising out of the chair. 

The lighting inside the room was dim, but I could see a pile of blankets and pillows on the floor. 

"After you," she laughed, following me in. 

I hobbled over to the pile of blankets, and eased down to the floor. It was no feather bed, but comfortable enough for our purposes. I watched Grace close the door, and turn back toward me. She reached down and grasped the bottom edge of her sweater, pulling it up. 

"Oh... please, let me do it. I've been dreaming of this since the first time I saw you." 

She smiled, and smoothed the sweater back down, joining me on the floor. She leaned back on her elbow, looking at me quietly, then took her glasses off, placing them safely away from us. When she rolled back to me, I was waiting with lips at the ready, and took her into my arms. We laid on our sides, kissing each other passionately for several minutes, while I stroked her side. She took her hand and pulled mine up, placing it on her breast. 

"I believe this is where you had your hand when we were in your room," she said, kissing me again, "and if you don't rip my clothes off soon, I'm going to scream." 

"Well, you said no one would hear us, and I plan to make you scream anyway," I replied, fondling her firmly, "so go ahead." 

"FUCK ME!... OH YES FUCK ME!" she shrieked, giggling like a little girl. "There. Feel better?" 

I just laughed and rolled on top of her, kissing her again, then held her tight while I rolled us both over. Once she was on top, I did as she asked, peeling her sweater up and off, letting me see the pretty, lacy red bra that cradled her full melons so perfectly. She sat up, pulled her boots off, then wriggled out of her jeans, only taking her place atop me again when she was down to bra and thong. 

"I got impatient. Sorry," she whispered, laying on my chest. Her breasts squished against me while her tongue plunged into my mouth, and she moaned loudly while my hands gripped her firm ass. 

I swear, if they wanted to develop a man-proof container, like they have child-proof ones, all they have to do is put bra hooks on it. Women can undo them, literally, with one hand behind their back, while they brush their teeth, but they continue to confound men, as they have since they invented the damn things. I finally had to use both hands to get it open, much to her delight. 

"You're out of practice," she laughed, "but we'll work on it." Pressing up, she let the straps slip off her shoulders, shaking her boobs free of the cups, and giving me the view I longed for. She tossed the bra aside. 

I rolled us over again, taking the top spot, then started to nibble at her neck. My lips moved further south, grazing her collarbones, while she moaned softly, getting louder as I neared her sensitive nipples, and louder still when I deviated around them, kissing the full curves around the sides and underside of her huge spheres. She whimpered, begging for me to stop teasing her. 

"Oh please... Suck my nipples! Please! They're on fire!" 

I relented, flicking the stiff buds alternately, suckling them deeply. Grace gripped my head with both hands, holding my lips in place. She squirmed under me, cooing blissfully, while I munched on her tits. 

A part of me could have happily camped there, gorging on her hard nipples, for the evening. The rest of me had to move down to the other part of her body that I'd lusted after for months

I nibbled my way down over her belly, which was softly feminine. Her curves had curves. At last, the tiny red thong that covered her pussy came into view. I rested my chin on it, looking up her body, into her eyes as she looked down through her cleavage. I tugged at the strings that arced over her hips, inching them lower, putting some slack in the fabric that separated my tongue from the wet cleft I was so eager to taste. 

Grace lifted her legs high, sliding her thong off smoothly, then put her hand over her pussy before lowering her legs around me again. The little minx was hiding it from me. 

"Say please," she whispered playing hard to get. She was totally naked however, so how hard could she be to get? 

"Please, Nurse Grace, let me see your pretty pussy. Please," I begged theatrically. 

She giggled and removed her hand. 

Wow. The view I'd had before, during one of our last physio sessions, had shown me the thick, dangling lips of her pussy, but from this range, she had the most incredible cunt I'd ever seen. Ever. Porn stars included. Her scent was a musky sweetness unlike anything I'd smelled before. I tickled her labia with the tip of my tongue, sampling her delicious juices, and she moaned softly. I licked her again, a little more firmly, staying around the perimeter of her vestibule, cleaning her of her sweet residue. Grace's moans grew louder, and one hand tangled in my hair, trying to pull my face into her snatch. Another lick, this time across her perineum, and she screamed, trying at once to squirm away from me and pull my tongue deeper. 

"Oh you bastard... Don't tease me! Lick my pussy! Suck on my clit!" 

"Say please," I asked, licking around her succulent orifice again. 

"Oh god, please! Please! PLEASE! EAT ME! I'M BEGGING YOU! PLEASE! "

Okay, you talked me into it, I thought, plunging my tongue as deep into her gaping pussy as possible. I wiggled it from side to side, and top to bottom, savouring her syrupy sweetness, while she screeched unintelligible sounds of joy. She really did taste delicious, and I hadn't had desert for a long time, so I tucked in with gusto. Her clit got a lot of attention, and I'm pretty sure she liked it. 

"Oh, that's it baby... Lick my clit! Suck my clit! Make me cum like a bad girl!" 

It's really great when someone asks you to do something you were going to do anyway. You get credit for doing something special without any special effort. For the next thirty minutes, I ate her pussy like she was my last meal, which is to say, I savoured her every nook, cranny and fold, taking as much time as I cared to. I licked and sucked her at a pace that, while leisurely to me, was torturous to her. She had several orgasms, each seemingly more devastating than the last. Finally, she arched her back one more time, wracked by the biggest orgasm yet. She squirmed, twisted and flopped around like an epileptic fish, pushing me off and writhing away from me, while screaming in unbridled pleasure. She curled up on her side, moaning loudly, her body twitching with aftershocks. I laid beside her, watching her as she tried to catch her breath and recover. 

She was still panting, but her eyes finally opened, slowly focusing on my face. She smiled. 

"I think I just overdosed on orgasms," she giggled, patting my face. "Thank you so much. You've just given this old bag the best climax of my life!" 

"Hey!" I retorted, "I'll have you know you're talking about the woman I Love! 

Oh shit! I think I just overstepped! 

"I mean... Um... You shouldn't say things like that about yourself!" I doubted she'd buy it, but I had to try. 

Grace laid there, staring into my eyes, breathing quietly now, for several long seconds that felt like an eternity. 

"I'm sorry, Grace... I didn't mean to..." I said, stopping when she pressed her finger to my lips. 

"It's okay, darling... I think I feel the same way about you. I Love You too," she whispered. 

Another eternity of silence ensued, while we gazed at each other from close range. 

"I guess the genie is out of the bottle now, isn't it?" I asked, smiling at her. She smiled back. "Why would you call yourself an old bag? You're the most beautiful woman I've ever known." 

"Really? Thank you, but you're so young, and I'm not... and now I'm in love with you, and you're going to be leaving soon and..." 




Goodness Gracious Pt. 02



"Whoa, whoa, whoa... hold the phone here," I stopped her as her eyes began to moisten. I moved closer, cradling her in my arms. "Let's take this one step at a time. First, let's get this age crap out of the way, right now. Just how old are you anyway? Sixty? Sixty-five?" I hoped she knew I was kidding. 

"Oh you!" she laughed, smacking me playfully. "I'm not that old! But, I could be your mother." I poked her, trying to get her to continue. "Okay! I'm thirty-eight! You're going to be twenty-one in two months, and I just turned thirty-eight!"

"So, if I was fifty-five, you'd dump me, right?" I countered. 

She thought for a second, doing the math. "No, I wouldn't," she smiled, realizing that age difference worked both ways. 

"Now, as for me leaving..." 

"Your life is two thousand miles away," she whispered, suddenly sad again. 

"No, my love. It was two thousand miles away. Now, it's right here," I kissed her lips, "and here," then her forehead. "Is your apartment big enough for a roommate?" 

Grace smiled. "I don't know," she giggled, happy again, "but my bed is!"

"The only question left is whether or not my key fits in your lock," I replied, raising my eyebrows. 

"God, I thought you'd never ask!" she hissed, rolling onto her back and spreading wide. 

I ripped the gown off over my head, and crawled over her body, settling between her thighs. She caressed my back, looking down as I lined up my hard cock with her pussy, which was so wet, it actually made a squishy sound, audible in the small room, as I slipped into her. She was enjoyably snug, her muscular sheath moulding nicely to my dick as I slid smoothly deeper, finally reaching bottom just as our pubic bones touched. 

"Ooooooo, like a glove," I whispered, staying still. I looked at her face. Her eyes were closed, slightly scrunched up as she accommodated my intrusion. Her mouth was open wide. 

"Ohhhh, that's big!" she moaned, finally opening her eyes and smiling. "Well, it fits, so I guess we're out of excuses," she giggled. "You're stuck with me now!" 

"Oh, darn it anyway," I chuckled, bending to kiss her as I started to slowly slide back and forth, a gentle rhythm of strokes into her gripping cunt. I wasn't the most experienced lover in the world, but I wasn't lying when I said she was the most beautiful woman I'd known, and that applied to the exquisite feel of her pussy, as well. I could easily get used to this. 

Grace was moaning softly into the kiss, playing hide and seek with her tongue and mine. Her hands were in my hair, stroking me with the love she had so recently confessed. Her legs wrapped snugly around my hips, with her heels spurring my rump. She pulled back, gasping for breath. 

"Oh fuck, your cock feels so good inside me," she breathed. "Faster please! Harder!" 

I leaned up slightly, gaining leverage, and picked up the pace slightly, as requested. I watched her big, beautiful breasts shimmy across her chest each time I slammed into her, a sight almost as intoxicating as the look of love in her eyes. 

"I'll bet you... never... saw this happening... when you... went... skiing that... day!" she gasped, smiling up at me. She was certainly right about that. 

There were many things I didn't see coming that day... the steep drop, a few rocks, and several trees, among other things, most of them decidedly unpleasant in retrospect. I found myself looking at those painful memories in a different light, as they had led me here. 

If you knew then what you know now, would you make the same decisions? I began to think I would, broken bones and all. I had survived without much permanent damage, and now had something I didn't have before... a woman who loved me. That she was, in my estimation, gorgeous, with a body to die for, was just icing on the very enjoyable cake. I stopped shafting her, looking down, suddenly very emotional. 

"No," I whispered, tearing up slightly, "I sure didn't. I don't think I'll ever go skiing again. I now have everything I will ever need out of the experience. You."

She teared up as well, and several minutes of kisses, embraces, and desperate, whispered 'I Love You's ensued. Then she giggled. 

"Probably for the best," she sniffed, "because as a skier, you suck!" We both laughed. "You should see my ass in ski pants, though. If I do say so myself... It's fantastic!" 

"Hmmmm, that might be worth risking one or two runs down the bunny hill," I chuckled. 

"Well, as long as I'm there to cushion your fall, you big klutz!" She pulled me closer again, for another kiss, and to feel her version of 'cushions' on my chest. She wiggled her hips, reminding me that I was still buried balls deep in her furnace-like cunt. Her heels spurred me again. "Fuck me, my darling. Fuck me so good! Fuck me so hard I walk funny for a week, so that Sheila knows exactly what went on up here!" She challenged me with her eyes. 

"Whatever you say, Nurse," I growled, and started.

Conversation ground to an abrupt halt, as we rutted like animals, grunting and groaning our needs to each other. 

I was drilling her hard, perched up on my arms. The padding on the floor had a slightly shiny finish. I would assume that made it easier to keep clean, but it also made it a little slippery. Fucking her as forcefully as I was, she was scooting across the floor as I did. It was funny, and we both giggled as I bunted her ass along for a few strokes, then had to catch up to her and reset my position. Finally, she got within reach of the wall, and put both hands over her head to brace herself. 

Mother of God! It's amazing the difference that made. Not in the fucking, as that was already fantastic. It was her tits! 

As I may have made clear already, Grace has a remarkable pair of breasts. Big, round, and bouncy, just the way I like them. They were quite active all during our session here, but when she put her arms out over her head, well, I don't claim to know that much about the mechanics of female anatomy, but I know what I like, and I'm observant. 

It pulled her boobs higher, and tighter on her chest, and transformed their quivering forms into peaked spheres that now swung in a specific, repeating pattern, rather than just shaking randomly. I don't know why, but it drove me wild. 

"Oh god... Your boobs!" I grunted, pounding her harder and faster. "Gonna make me cum, baby!" 

Grace had been wailing gleefully, but she was listening. 

"Oh yes! Do it!... Cum on me!... Shoot your hot cum on my tits!" she howled. "DO IT!" 

Her request happily coincided with my point of no return, and I pulled out, stroking madly as I crawled closer to her chest. She kept her arms up, and pushed herself off the wall a few times, swinging her big hooters for me again. "Spray paint me baby!" she moaned. 

Oh god, did I ever! It had been weeks since we had been together, and by that I mean since she had last jacked me off, so I was full of 'paint', just waiting for the right canvas. 

Semen rocketed out, ricocheting wetly off the side of her left breast. It deflected, spreading widely, landing... everywhere, pretty much. Hair, face, neck, ear... all took hits on the high side, while a wave broke over her nipple, pooling in her cleavage. Again and again, I blasted her with goo, until there were fewer dry spots than wet ones. Emptied, I flopped on my back, breathing hard. 

The room was silent, other than my breathing, and two other sounds. I was trying to identify them, when I turned my head back toward Grace. 

She was furiously scooping up cum with her fingers, sucking the digits clean, then going back for more, of which there was plenty. All the while, she moaned softly and made yummy noises. I watched her in silence for a minute or so, during which she managed to clean most of my discharge from her heaving chest. She saw me looking. 

"Hey... you threw it away, so it's mine now, baby, and it's delicious! I've always loved cum, but yours is the best. Must be because you're so sweet!" she giggled, without pausing. 

Well, there you go. When Hallmark starts making X-rated greeting cards, that'll be the first one, it's sentiment in stark contrast to the sight of my darling Grace eagerly licking my sperm off her own body. It was enough to raise the dead, which is what was happening between my legs. I waited until she was pretty much cum free before I mentioned it. 

"Darling," I began, rolling my eyes toward my dick, which was trying valiantly to stand, "if you could provide a little assistance, I think round two is possible, right now."

She saw the opportunity, smiled, and pounced, slurping my semi into her mouth for a thorough cleaning and refit. She sucked away, moaning happily, doing the occasional cheek slap, before sucking deeper. It only took a minute or two to have my soldier fit for duty. She pulled my hard shaft out of her mouth, pumping it with her hand, proud of her work. 

"On your hands and knees," I growled. 

"Ooooooo yes! I love doggy!" she beamed, taking position quickly. If she'd had a tail it would have been wagging. 

I moved behind her, grasped her hips, and buried my cock in one deep thrust. 

"Ohmygod YES!" she shrieked. "So good... so deep!" 

The room filled with the sound of slapping flesh as I fucked her from behind. Her ass was very firm, but soft enough to cushion the collisions that were rapid, frequent and furious. She was pushing back against me hard, meeting my thrusts with her own, and her head was now down on her forearms, butt high in the air. Her boobs were swinging, dragging her nipples across the floor padding roughly, and she was screaming in delight. 

"Oh... Yes... That's... It!... Fuck me... Baby!... So... Fucking... Good!" she grunted between strokes. I slapped her ass with one hand. "Uhn!... YES!... SPANK... YOUR BAD... GIRL!" 

Grace has very long hair, which, as usual, was tied back tonight. I reached forward, dragging it up onto her back like some sort of silky brunette python, and wrapped it around my hand. I kept fucking her, but she fell silent, anticipating the next act. 

I pulled on the reigns, using her hair and one hand on her hip as leverage. Her head came up off her arms, and I fucked her harder. 

"UHN!... YES!...PULL... HAIR!... UHN!... TREAT... ME LIKE... UHN... SLUT!... FUCK!... FUCK!... FUUUUCK!" 

Grace shrieked, her body shuddering as she came hard, but I kept going, pounding her cunt through it all. She was swampland between her thighs, oozing juices that dripped off my balls. 

"Ohgodyes, ohgodyes... Don't stop!... Cumming AGAIN!" she grunted, her pussy clenching tight around my shaft. 

"Oh fuck... AGAIN!" she whimpered, collapsing as far forward as my grip on her luxuriant locks would allow. I had no intention of stopping until I filled her cunt with my cum, which would be soon, fortunately. 

She was getting less coherent with each orgasm, and less participatory. 

"Oh god, you're killing me..." she said softly, her head lolling about, "cumming!" 

She snorted, her body tensing again as her had her umpteenth orgasm, then wilting in my hands. I leaned closer to her ear. 

"I'm gonna fill your pussy with cum, baby," I growled. 

Life returned to her body, as she tried weakly to push back at my hammering hiips. 

"OH... FUCK... YES!" I bellowed, exploding inside her. The room spun around my head, and I collapsed on top of her, the two of us panting for air in a sweaty pile of arms and legs. 

Neither of us said anything for quite a while. When I was able, I thought she'd be more comfortable without my bulk on top of her, and rolled off, dragging my exhausted dick out of her pussy. My load was oozing out of her. It was quite erotic to see, but I was wrecked. 

Grace snuggled back against me, shivering slightly. I was just within reach of the pillows and blankets, dragging them closer, and tucking us in. She moaned softly, smiling and wrapping herself in my arms as well as the blanket. 

"That was incredible," she whispered. "Thank you. I Love You." 

"I should be thanking you, my darling," I whispered, kissing her neck from behind, "and I Love You too." 

We slept for a couple of hours before Grace woke me. 

"Baby? We need to get you back in your bed before Sheila goes off duty, or we'll be in trouble," she said, kissing me gently. "I'd love to stay in your arms all night, but that will have to wait for later." 

"Okay. Understood," I replied, sitting up far too fast. The head-rush knocked me over again. "Ooooooo! Woozy!" 

"I don't doubt it," Grace laughed, standing over me. Her hair was a mess, dried cum adorned her ribs, where she had missed a spot, and more of my spunk was trickling down her thigh. She was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. 

"You're not used to that kind of physical effort anymore," she smiled, extending her hand. "Come on, up you get. There's a shower that still works just down the hall, and I can't take you back smelling like you've been having sex for the last four hours." She found the crusty patch on her side. "I could use one too." 

She helped me up, and to the door, opening it with her keys. 

"I can walk," I said limping down the hall. 

"No you don't. Take the limo ; it's faster and safer," she laughed pointing at the wheelchair. It was not up for debate. Despite her nudity, Nurse Grace was giving the orders. 

I sat, and she popped back into the cell, giving me a fabulous view of her ass and dripping pussy as she bent to retrieve the towels from the pile of blankets and pillows. She had thought of everything. 

I'd like to see video of her pushing me down the hall, naked. It must have been quite the sight. 

We arrived at the shower and she turned it on, letting it warm up. I took advantage of the wait to kiss her again, a gesture she returned warmly, then passionately. It quickly escalated to scorching. She caught herself. 

"Whew! I think we'd better get in there, no matter what temperature the water is. Maybe a cold shower is just what we need!" she giggled, dragging me in by the hand. 

The water was cool, not cold, and did warm up eventually. Grace had even left a fresh bar of soap for our use, and soon amorous hands had each of us lathered up, in more ways than one. Thank god Grace had some self control, because I was just about ready to pin her in the corner and fuck her senseless again. Soft, soapy tits... wetness shimmering on her curves... those eyes pouring their love into mine... I was hard again. 

"Holy shit!" she laughed, grabbing my rejuvenated dick. "Sometimes I forget you're only twenty! Already? We really don't have time for this, but... Aghhhh, I can't... Oh fuck! Here," she turned me into the corner facing out, and dropped to her knees on the wet tile. The water cascaded down on us as she plunged her mouth over my cock, sucking it deep. Her head started to bob, wet hair flying as she got down to business, obviously intent on an expeditious blowjob. It was something to watch, even better to feel. Lips tightly stretched around my shaft, she pumped her hand in time with her head movements, adding her tongue along the underside as often as possible. And of course, the soft, wet pillows of her breasts against my thighs, which were starting to shake. She was a very good cocksucker. 

"Oh Grace, that's so good... you're gonna make me cum, Sweetheart!" I moaned. 

"Mmmm hmmm," she moaned back, nodding and sucking harder. Slurpy blowjobs noises echoed down the empty hall. 

"Oh fuck! Suck my cock, baby! Suck my cock! Here it... CUMS!" I gasped, blowing my load down her throat. 

She pulled back, sucking just the head, pumping her hand furiously, and looking up into my eyes, begging for every drop I could produce, which was quite a bit, recent activities considered. She took it all, finally releasing my withering noodle when she had drained it. 

She stood. "Mmmm mmmm! Like I said before... Deeeeelicious!" she giggled, turning off the water. "Now, you... Dry off, and don't be slow. We've got to hustle!" 

She left me with a towel, took one herself, and raced down the hallway, drying as she went. I did as directed, towelling off, then sat in the chair and rolled myself back after her. When I stopped by the open door, she was wiggling her boobs back into her bra, already dressed from the waist down, boots included. Damn, she was hot. She threw my gown at me, and retrieved her sin sweater, an aptly named garment, and my new favourite. She grabbed her purse, ran a brush through her wet hair, restored her ponytail. 

I sat, dressed, combing my fingers through my own wet mop. "Here," she handed me the brush, and started to roll us back to my room. 

As we rolled past Sheila, she smiled and tapped her watch. 

"Just in time," Grace whispered in my ear. "Shift change is in fifteen minutes, and the duty nurse on nights is a real ball buster. Now be quiet. It's almost midnight, and everyone is asleep." 

Silently, she pushed me back into my room, manoeuvring around the curtain and letting me slide back into bed. She kissed me once more, mimed writing a note, and mouthed 'I Love You', before disappearing. 

She later told me that she'd made it out to the station just in time to beat the night nurse. When the bitch had arrived she had found Grace and Sheila talking, nothing more. 

"What are you doing here?" Audrey, the night duty nurse had asked. Grace had spun a semi fictional tale about having a date, and wanting to engage in a little girl talk afterwards, hence stopping by to take Sheila out for a coffee. It worked. Audrey relieved Sheila, and off they went, down to the cafeteria, where they really did talk. 

As for me, two rigorous fucks and a mind numbing blowjob were too much, too soon. I was zonked out within minutes, and slept like a baby.

***

When I woke up, it was mid-morning. I managed to drag the memories of last night to the surface of my fuzzy brain. Anyone watching would wonder what I was smiling about, but I wasn't telling. 

There, on my table under a book, was the corner of an envelope peeking out. I pulled it out of its hiding spot. It was sealed... with a kiss, literally, a red lipstick print on the back. Grace's note! 

Suddenly, the curtain surrounding my bed slid open sharply, and a nurse I didn't know stepped in. I hadn't opened the note yet, which was good, as it went flying when she startled me. 

"Good morning, sleepy head," she sang, "you slept late. How do you feel?" 

I wanted to scream "fan-fucking-tastic!" but thought that might raise a few questions I didn't want to answer, so I dialed it down a few notches. 

"Pretty good," I said, smiling at her. "I dropped my letter... Do you see it?" 

She looked around, finally finding it. She handed it back. 

"Sealed with a kiss, huh? From your girlfriend?" she asked. 

"Yeah!" 

"Well, I'll leave you in private then. You missed breakfast... Did you need anything?" 

"No thank you," I replied, and she left. 

I stared at the unopened envelope, my heart pounding. Based on last night's activities, I assumed the words inside would be positive, but there was still a little bit of me that was fearful. The lipstick on the back made my dick twitch, remembering what those same succulent lips felt like on my cock during Grace's blowjob, the final act of an evening I would never forget. 

"Open it, you moron," I whispered, tearing the paper aside to retrieve her sentiments, happy that it was more than just a few words. 

"My darling," I read, imagining her delicate hand holding the pen as she wrote, "I hope you slept well. I'm sure I will, when I get home, but I'm writing this from the cafeteria downstairs. I wanted to get my feelings down on paper quickly, and to be honest, being with you has me a little too wound up to sleep right now, anyway. 

I guess we have an answer to the question now, don't we? I Love You, and you Love me. I don't know what drew me to you initially, but whatever did, call it fate or intuition or lust, I'm so happy it did." Me too, I thought. "You are a wonderful lover and a wonderful man, the best I've ever known. I hope that doesn't make me sound too much like a slut, although I'm sure you'd agree, I like to be treated like one, in the bedroom at least. When you pulled my hair, I lost it. 




Goodness Gracious Pt. 02



I'd better sign off now, before thinking of the last few hours leaves me in need of some serious release. I'm sure I'll need it before sleep, but I think when I get home, I'll clean out a couple of drawers, and make some room in my closet. After all, I've got a new roommate coming home soon. 

Stick with your physio. The faster you recover, the sooner we can truly be together. 

I Love You. 

Grace

***

I attacked my physical therapy session like a man possessed, doing everything they asked and more. I had a reason to get out now, and I intended to do so ASAP. 

After a nap, and dinner, which I actually ate, this time, despite its bland taste, I took to doing laps of the floor. Walking was less painful now, but still hurt enough to put a sizable hitch in my giddy up. I set a goal, to myself, of course, that I would be in Grace's bed within two weeks, so there was no time to waste. Sheila, working again this afternoon and evening, gave me several knowing looks as I hobbled past her station repeatedly. Finally, she had to put her foot down. 

"Okay, mister, that's enough," she laughed, taking me by the elbow and herding me back to my room. "I know you're eager to get out of here, but if you overdo it, you will be here longer." She lowered her voice. "I hear you had fun last night. Grace couldn't stop talking about you." 

I hadn't yet had the conversation with Grace where her chat with Sheila had been revealed, so I was understandably surprised, and it showed. 

"Not to worry... Grace and I are good friends," she giggled. "The secret is safe with me." She looked around for anyone within earshot. Seeing none, she whispered, "I'm the one who found that room, in the first place. Very handy for urgent needs."

She helped me back into bed, waved, and went back to her work. I briefly tried to picture Sheila, naked in that room, with her long legs up in the air as some unknown male pummelled her pussy to orgasm. She was the polar opposite to Grace's sultry looks and voluptuous, curvy body; hers was lean, almost skinny, taller and lacking boobs of any substantial size, but I'm sure there were plenty of guys who would have taken her to bed. She just wasn't my type. 

She was right, of course. Rome wasn't rebuilt in a day, and sheer will, while powerful, couldn't overcome the cumulative effects of bouncing down the ski hill, ricocheting randomly off rocks and trees. I had regained my memory of the accident, but I'd rather I hadn't. It hurt to think about it. 

Memories of Grace's charms, on the other hand, I would cherish forever. 

***

I opened my eyes when I heard the familiar voice, my eyes trying to focus on the two blurry shapes against the bright background. 

"How are you feeling dear?" the voice asked, just as my eyes finally got it right, bringing the face into resolution. 

"Mom!" I gasped, stunned, even more so when I saw my father with her. "Dad! You're here!"

We had discussed my parents coming out when I had first been injured, but it didn't seem to make much sense, spending all that money on flights and accommodations, just to visit me in the hospital, where I was going to be for quite a while. They had called me nearly everyday, and the subject had never come up again, so I thought fiscal prudence had won out. 

And now they were here... looking like they were going to take me home.

Shit!  

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Grace and her boy toy will be back. 

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Goodness Gracious Pt. 03



I had several requests for more of this story, which was always my intent. 

You know writers though. Ideas spawn ideas, and suddenly, you've got fifteen stories in various stages of incubation. Okay, more like twenty, but who's counting. 

I apologize for making you wait. 

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As always, all characters are over the age of eighteen. 

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"So... Mom... Dad, what brings you here?"

I know... It was a lame thing to say, but they surprised me, and my mind was busy trying to figure out what to tell them. 

About my plans... about my feelings... about having a girlfriend just three years younger than Mom... What to tell them about Grace? 

"Oh, we were just in the neighbourhood, and thought we'd stop by," Dad said. "What do you think we're doing here, you bone head?" He would normally have punctuated a statement like that with a playful cuff to the back of my head, but being fragile, and in the hospital, I was saved from his usual routine. 

"We're here to help you get home," Mom said, casting a nasty look at Dad. "I've missed my baby. The nice hospital people called and said you would be ready to travel soon... as soon as a week, if you had help for the trip. So here we are." 

Mom leaned down and gave me a big hug. As much as their arrival had thrown a monkey wrench in my plans, the truth is that I had missed them. Mom always took such good care of me. 

"We're going to be here for about an hour," she continued, "then we need to go and get settled in our hotel. I didn't want to wait one minute longer than necessary to see my boy." 

The rest of that hour was pretty much a blur. We rehashed the accident, which had been covered in multiple phone calls before. Mom filled me in on the weather back at home, which had been terrible. Dad regaled me with the exploits of his business partner, Morty, and his new girlfriend, getting caught half naked in an elevator... by his rabbi. You know, the usual. 

They promised to bring me something better than hospital food for lunch, and left me with my thoughts. I wasn't very good company right now, so it's just as well I was alone, brooding over the 'no-win scenario' I now faced. 

***

Mom and Dad came back after they'd checked into their hotel. We were chatting about nothing in particular, when a familiar figure, dressed in white, appeared in the doorway. She hesitated, evaluating her next move. I saw her, but Mom and Dad hadn't yet. She looked concerned. 

Mom finally noticed her, so Grace just walked in. My concern... that she might introduce herself, and tell them about our feelings for each other... was assuaged when I saw her nurse persona was firmly in control. She picked up my chart, and stepped over to take my pulse and blood pressure, both of which were a little high. I wonder why? While checking my pulse, she slyly pressed a small piece of paper into my hand, and I tucked it under my leg for safe keeping until later. 

With her official business concluded, she put the chart back, and extended her hand. 

"You must be Mr. and Mrs. Richardson," she said evenly. "Brian has been a very good patient. We'll miss him around here."

Those words hurt. Not only because I would miss her, but because I knew it would hurt her too. I didn't want to go. 

Of course, Dad had to take the opportunity to give me a shot. 

"He was good? Well, there's a first time for everything, isn't there?" he said, smiling at me. Mom was less obnoxious, and more grateful. 

"Thank you so much for taking such good care of our son. So far from home, I worried about him. Knowing he was getting taken care of by such caring people really eased my mind. Thank you. Thank you," she said, taking Grace's hand. 

I hoped that Mom would still be grateful when she found out how much 'special' attention I'd received from my buxom angel of mercy. Somehow, I doubted that would be the case. 

Pleasantries exchanged, Grace turned and left, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye. I watched her leave, and she reappeared on the other side of the hall, out of sight of my parents, but where I could still see her. Her eyes were begging. I made eye contact, and gave a subtle nod. She blew me a kiss, and left. 

The rest of the afternoon was an uneventful blur. I admit I was distracted. My mind was busy trying to figure a way out of this mess. At last, visiting hours ended, and my parents left, giving me the opportunity to read the note that had been burning a hole in my leg. I opened the neatly folded paper. 

"I'll be here at 8 with the limo. Love nest is waiting. I want you. I need you. I Love You." While the sentiments were exactly what my heart wanted to hear, and it foretold another evening of sweaty, sexual bliss with my darling, it also made the future more painful. I was either going to disappoint my Mother and Father, or the woman I loved. Some choice. 

***

7:52, and my ride arrived early, as Grace rolled in to pick me up. Apparently, traffic was light. 

I was mildly disappointed that she wasn't wearing her 'sin sweater' again, but she was delicious in anything... or nothing... so I knew I'd like whatever she had in mind. 

We passed Sheila again at the nurse's station. Since she knew where we were going, and what was going to happen once we got there, she couldn't resist a parting comment. 

"Have fun you two. You... " she whispered, looking at me, "... take good care of my friend. Fuck her senseless." She smiled, and turned to Grace. "I'd really like to hear all about it later, over coffee?" 

Once we were in the elevator, we were free to talk. 

"So we're an item, are we?" I asked, smiling up at her. 

"Just for Sheila's entertainment," she laughed. "She's sworn to secrecy, with real swear words!" 

Exiting the elevator, we wound through the hallways, past the locked doors. My sexy limo driver pushed me to a halt in front of our 'apartment'. The door was open, and gently flickering light was painting the inner walls. 

"Candles?" I asked. "Are you trying to get me in the mood?" 

"Just felt like making it a little more homey," she laughed, helping me up. I really didn't need the hand, but she was a creature of habit. She led me in. 

The candles were only part of her 'renovations'. An air mattress, fully inflated and dressed with clean linens, pillows and blankets, was on the floor. She helped me down onto it. I expected her to join me, but she stepped back. 

"You get comfortable. I'll be back in a couple of minutes," she smiled." I have a surprise for you!" She disappeared into the hallway. 

I pulled my gown off over my head, and laid back, pulling the sheets up over me. I waited patiently, but my brain didn't, alternating between what she might be up to, and worrying about hurting her by leaving with my parents. I heard the click-clack of high heels echoing on the hard hallway floor, moving closer, with a steady gait that slowed as it neared. Her hand wrapped around the door frame. 

"Honey? Are you ready for your surprise?" she asked, her voice a smoky, sultry hiss of need. 

"Absolutely!" I replied, eager to see what she had done. 

"Okay, Sweetheart... I hope you'll like it!" she giggled, stepping into the opening. 

Oh my! If I was a cartoon character, my eyes would be bugged out three feet, my tongue unrolled like a long, red carpet, with klaxons sounding. 

Let's start from the bottom. Shiny, black 4-inch heels adorned her feet. A small band of bare skin around her ankles, gave way to a skin-tight catsuit that covered her up to its tank style shoulder straps. The suit was black, with red panels that wrapped up from her knees, going up the sides, across the front and over one shoulder. The neckline was... well, there wasn't one. More of a waist line really, as it reached down below her breasts, leaving them bare. I could just see the swell of her lower curves, under the cropped white t-shirt that draped over her chest, off the shoulder. She cocked her hips, and the slit of open flesh between her legs peeked out. 

The long tresses which normally were confined to a thick pony tail hung loosely, tousled into sexy curtains of luxuriant brown, through which her eyes peered, burning with lust. The final piece of the puzzle... her plump lips... painted a scorching shade of red, and shining wetly in the flickering candlelight. 

"Do you like it?" she asked, turning around slowly. The snug, shiny fabric hugged her curves with maddening perfection, and the red panels wrapped around, forming an inverted heart which made her ass even more enticing. As she completed her turn, I smiled. 

"Um, you could say that," I laughed, peeking under the sheet, where my cock was hard as stone. "Yup, he agrees... we love it!" 

"Good, because it feels woooonderfullll on my skin. It makes me hot!" she hissed, rubbing her hands along her thighs, hips and ass. 

"I beg to differ. In my humble opinion," I replied, "what's in it makes it hot. What's in it makes me hot!" 

"Flattery... " she laughed, dropping onto her hip next to me on the mattress, "... will get you nowhere... you haven't been before!" Her lips searched for mine, finding them as I brushed her long hair aside. "Mmmm," she moaned, wrapping her arms around my neck. She pulled me over on top of her. My hands wandered around her body while we continued our embrace, and I had to agree with her assessment of the fabric. It did feel wonderful, so smooth, so silky, and so warm, like a second skin, but better, because she was in it. 

I pulled away, looking deep into her beautiful brown eyes. My eyes flicked over her lips, moist from our kisses, and parted slightly, in a sexy pout. There was no doubt... she was the only woman for me. My hands whispered across the fabric on her tummy, coming up under her breasts to cup the full globes softly. She groaned. 

"Mmmm hmmm. I do love the feel of your hands on my body! Your touch does things to me that should be illegal. Actually, "she whispered, her eyes aflame," just thinking about you does the same thing. I've been so horny all day, I had to take care of business twice!"

"My, my, you are a naughty nurse, aren't you?" I chided. "I don't suppose you'd show me how you do that? Or at least tell me about it?" 

"Mmmmm, I could do that, "she whispered, a rasping desire in her voice. "Promise to help me with the good bits?"

"Always, my Love," I replied. She giggled girlishly at the pet name. Her eyes closed. 

"Well, it's not very difficult for me to get worked up, lately. If I don't concentrate on my job, and my mind wanders a little... there you are, waiting to take me on erotic flights of fantasy. Before I know it, I'm thinking of your lips on mine," she whispered, her fingertips tracing the wet, red curves of her plump lips. She paused. She paused some more. "I'm waiting... you promised!" 

"Ah! Sorry!" I laughed, so intent on listening that I'd missed my cue. This was going to be an 'audience participation' exercise in erotic storytelling. I leaned up, and kissed her softly, revelling in the feel of her mouth returning my kiss. 

"Mmmm, that's better," she giggled, now content to continue. "Sometimes, I can almost feel your kisses, teasing the sensitive skin of my neck... " I brushed her hair back, and nibbled my way across her jaw, turning south at her ear, and trailing down to her collarbone. She gasped softly. "Oh god, I can almost feel it... it's like you're here!" she said quietly. I awaited further instructions. Her hand found mine, resting on her tummy, and she placed hers atop it. 

"Then, I imagine your strong hands on my body, moving up my side... " she dragged a fingertip along the chosen path, my hand following obediently, "... exploring, and claiming my flesh as it goes, moving higher, coming to rest on my breast... " her voice quivered, and my hand stopped, just short of where she wanted it. I was still nuzzling her neck. 

"I think you're being overly modest, darling," I whispered. "My hand comes to rest on your 'big, soft' breast... " 

"... Yes, my big, soft breast... " she hissed. 

"... Your big, soft, luscious breast... " I finished, cupping her flesh with my hand at last. 

"Oh god, so good... Your strong hand on my big, soft, luscious breast... squeezing, oh yes, and caressing... oh my god... your fingertips teasing my nipple... making it, ahhhhn, so hard, and stiff!" Her breathing was coming in excited gasps, and pressed her breast even more firmly into my hand. 

"By now," she whispered, continuing her monologue, "I can't take any more, and I've found a nice quiet corner... and I imagine that you're there, watching me as I unzip my dress, peeling it down, off my shoulders. I've worn a pretty lace bra today, and my tits... my big, luscious tits... are just about spilling out of the cups. I pull one cup down, freeing my stiff nipple, and... uhhn, and pretend my fingers are your lips... "

I was hard long ago, but her description was getting me pretty worked up, let alone my part in this game. I lifted the loose t-shirt away, baring her tall, thick nipple, and kissed it... swirled my tongue around it... then sucked it deeply into my mouth. 

"Oh fuck... if you only knew how you sucking my nipples turns me to jelly, I'd be yours forever... " she moaned, caressing the back of my head with one hand. The other made a bee-line straight to her pussy. "I pray no one comes looking for me, as I put my hand inside my panties. They're soaked, because I'm dripping wet... so horny, I'll lose my mind if I don't get to cum soon! Ahhn! My... my fingers start to... rub... fingers inside... thumb on my... Oh fuck! Thumb on my clit!... Jesus! ... have to stay... quiet... "she was rubbing her pussy furiously, moaning and gasping desperate breaths, while I suckled her nipples feverishly. My free hand moved down, to join hers... she was absolutely drenched... and I plunged two fingers into her. 

"OH FUCK YES!" she screamed, grabbing my wrist and jamming my hand further up her scalding hot cunt. "Finger my fucking pussy! Fuck!... That's it!... THAT'S... IT!... AHHHHHNNN! YESSSSS!" She nearly broke my wrist as she slammed her thighs shut, twisting her body through a huge orgasm. She spasmed, arched and finally collapsed, breathing hard. Her movements had thrown her long hair across her face, and now her sharp breathing was blowing it up in comical little puffs. 

I extricated my hand, finding it wet with her juices almost to the wrist, and sniffed it, filling my nostrils with her intimate perfume. I knew it tasted as good as it smelled, so I began to lick it clean. 

She heard me making yummy noises, and opened her eyes, digging her way out of her dishevelled hair with her fingers. She smiled, a lazy, satisfied smile. 

"You did that twice today?" I asked, laughing between licks. 

"Well," she exhaled, "not quite like that. You certainly helped make that one, um, what's the word? 

"Bigger?" I offered. 

"Fucking huge!" she gasped, still breathing heavier than normal. "If I did that, a) the whole floor would hear me, and b) I'd need a nap after."

"You need a nap, now?" I asked. 

"No... Need a cock now!" she growled, crawling catlike down to where my dick was tenting the sheets. She pulled the linens aside, smiling when my soldier greeted her, at attention. "Snack time!" 

She plunged her mouth over the head of my cock, and I watched her lips slide down the length. She sucked, her cheeks hollowing deeply, and withdrew, leaving a nice wet trail of saliva, which her hand used as lubricant to pump my flesh with. She went at it like a woman possessed, sucking and stroking in perfect timing. Her demeanour led me to believe this was no pre-fuck warm up ; she was hungry for a load of hot semen, and I was her supplier. With that in mind, I just laid back, and enjoyed the sensations, and the view, as she gave me a most enjoyable blowjob. I didn't even try to hold back, and she was soon rewarded. 

Wow! The love of my life was one great cocksucker! Her lips gripped my shaft, sealing tight as I spewed full force into her mouth. It had been a week since we'd last been together, so I was full, but she just gulped it all down happily, moaning with each fresh blast that bathed her tonsils. When I was done, she stayed in place, still sucking hard. She nearly drove me up the wall, as I was highly sensitive after cumming, but I gritted my teeth and made it through. I knew she was trying to keep me from wilting, and that meant she had plans for my dick. I was pretty sure I'd like those plans. 

She squatted over my hips, guiding my stiff dick into her very wet pussy, which pouted out through the open crotch of her sexy suit. She settled down, burying my shaft to full depth, and moaning softly. 

"That's where it belongs," she whispered, wiggling her hips slightly. I reached up, sliding my hands under the cropped shirt to fondle her big boobs gently. "If you want it off, you'll need to do it yourself," she added, suggestively. 

Ah, gotcha, I thought, filing the idea away for the most effective moment. 

From below, she was amazing to watch. She would ride me gently, grinding her pussy onto my cock with each stroke, while looking into my eyes. Her hands went up, behind her head, grabbing fistfuls of her nearly waist-long hair, as she tilted her head back, moaning in bliss. She'd pick up speed, causing her mammoth melons to bounce wildly under the thin covering of the cropped shirt, which would occasionally get caught on one of her tall, thick nipples, giving me extra incentive to pay attention. 

"Ooooooo, your fucking cock does things to me that I can't even describe! So big! I love it!" She leaned forward, resting those big tits on my chest as she closed in for a kiss. "That was 'love', with a small 'l', as in 'enjoy greatly'... But the rest of you... I Love You, with a capital 'L', as in 'I want you in my life, forever and ever, until death do us part'." Her lips finally touched mine again, and I felt it, the capital 'L'. The feeling was mutual. I grabbed her ass with both hands, and held her close as I rolled us over, without even breaking the kiss. 

Taking charge, I began to thrust gently into her pussy. She had literally sucked the urgency out of me, so I felt that a good, long, sensuous session was in order. Besides, I knew she liked being treated that way, like the most important woman in the world... at least until her urges said otherwise. I wondered how many times I could make her cum. 

Nearly a half hour later, the answer to that question was six. Being gentle and loving, it took a while to get her simmering again, but once she was warm, the orgasms 'came' in rapid succession, if you'll pardon the pun. Like popcorn... one... two... three, four, five, six! I looked down at her as her latest wave passed, and under the sweaty hair, I saw the look I was waiting for. 

The 'I've had enough of being treated like a lady, now fuck me hard, like a slut' look. Every woman has one, and I'd seen hers before. It was time. 

I pulled my cock out, sitting back on my haunches for a second, and watching her pout at my departure. I reached up, grabbed the t-shirt that barely covered her jugs, and ripped it open, with a loud tearing sound as the fabric succumbed to the tension. A louder sound followed... her lusty gasp of surprise, and then a moan, as I discarded the shredded garment and palmed her big tits roughly. She smiled, a crooked, lascivious grin that said 'yes, take me'. 

I grabbed her legs, still clad in the silky skin of her catsuit, and draped them over my shoulders, leaning in to impale her again, and folding her thighs back on either side of her chest, almost touching her shoulders. I watched her face for any indication that this was uncomfortable, but the lusty grin was still there, urging me on, so I crushed my cock home, pressing balls deep into her sopping cunt. 




Goodness Gracious Pt. 03



"Yes," she whispered, "fuck me hard, and deep! Make me scream! I want to feel your hard cock, abusing my pussy... and then I want you to cum inside me!" 

Gentle was setting one... fuck her brains out was a ten. I was going for eleven. 

I started pounding her without mercy, driving into her with animal ferocity, and she took it all with a smile... and a scream. I wasn't sure how long I could keep it up, but I continued to throttle her cunt furiously. Her comments, at the top of her lungs, were mostly monosyllabic grunts and squeals. 

"FUCK!... YES!... MORE!... HARD... ER!... SHIT!... YES!... YES!... YES!" You get the idea. 

With her legs pushed back like this, her thighs corralled those magnificent tits quite nicely, squeezing them together into a deep crease of cleavage that danced like jello in a paint shaker under the fury of my assault. It was, as you well know by now, one of my favourite sights, and started the countdown to launch. 

Sweat dripped off my nose, landing on her face, mixing with her own, as we rutted like breeding stock at a stud farm. She'd stopped screaming, partially because her voice was fading, but also because her eyes were fluttering, as she came again, mouth ajar, turning bright pink before my eyes. She grunted again, and her brow furrowed under the strain. 

"You're... fucking... killing... me!" she hissed hoarsely. "Can't... cum... any... more!"

You know that big digital clock, in the foreground at Cape Kennedy, during the space launches on TV? I had one of those in my head, and it reached 'zero'. 

"AHHHHHNNN! FUUUUCK! CUMMMMING!" I howled, exploding into her pussy. I looked down, to where my cock twitched in the embrace of her thick labia, and saw little blobs of our combined juices trickling out of her, even as more was being pumped in. Definitely the money shot. I couldn't hold myself up any longer, and melted on top of my equally devastated darling. She extricated her legs, and wrapped them around my waist, still grinding against my flagging tool. Finally, she relaxed, and held me gently while we both fought for air. 

"Ooooooof! Baby, you're heavy!" she whispered in my ear. 

Right. I should move, shouldn't I? If only I hadn't just lost all my power to do so. I summoned up the energy to roll weakly off her, and crashed down beside her sweaty, sexy form, where we rested silently for a few minutes, until I felt her hand on my chest. She twisted, rolling onto her side against my ribs, with those firm globes squished into me. 

"Shit, honey... it will take me a week just to walk straight!" she croaked. "Listen to me! My voice is toast! Oh, Sheila's going to have a field day with this!" 

"Well," I panted, "she did say... to fuck you... senseless. Does voiceless... count?" 

More silence followed, and we both recovered slightly. I held Grace in my arms. She felt so right there. I had no doubt that I loved her, that I wanted her to stay in my embrace forever... but there was one nagging thing. 

"Sweetheart, may I ask you a question?" I said quietly, looking into her beautiful eyes. 

"I think you just did," she laughed, kissing me playfully. "Of course, darling... Ask me anything." 

"I hope this doesn't sound... I mean, um... I don't mean to ask... uh, it's just that I've had all this time to think, and I wondered, um... what... " I babbled, until she touched my lips with her finger. 

"Calm down, honey. Take a breath, and just ask me. I won't be mad," she whispered. 

"Okay," I said, after a few seconds of recovery. "Why me? I mean, I love you, but I was just wondering why you chose me? I'm sure that a woman as beautiful and sexy as you are must have guys lined up around the block." The last bit made her blush, but it was true. 

"Well," she whispered, exhaling slowly, "I did say you could ask me anything, didn't I? Why you? That's quite a question. I don't really know. There's just something about you that touched my heart, and I followed. What I do know is what I didn't want. We work pretty long hours here, so we don't get much time to socialize outside of work. I was tired of getting hit on by doctors and surgeons who thought they were God's gift to women. The surgeons are the worst, and they like to use their hands, whether you need surgery or not." I felt my ire rising at the thought of another man's hands on my darling's luscious body. 

"So, even though you couldn't keep your eyes off my boobs... Yes, darling, I noticed, but you were still more subtle than most of the doctors here... You kept your hands to yourself."

I suddenly felt grateful for the plaster and tape that kept me from doing what I likely would have, had I been able to, and for separating me from the lecherous men she disliked so much. 

I still had a bigger problem, and this one had no simple solution. 

"Grace?" 

"Yes, honey?" 

I couldn't say the words. Try as I might, I couldn't make them come out. 

"I know honey," she whispered. I felt a warm wetness on my chest, and she sniffed. Tears. I knew it would come to this, and I hated being the pain that caused her sadness. 

"I don't want to go," I sobbed, joining her. "I promise, I'll be back. Wait for me?" 

"Until the end of time," she breathed. 

***

I was staring blankly out the window. I didn't even hear anyone come into the room. 

"Hey, Brian." It was my Dad. 

"Oh, Hi Dad," I answered. "What's up? Where's Mom?" 

"She's back at the hotel, having a nap," he said, taking a seat beside the bed. "I think it's time we had a talk." 

Oh oh. That didn't sound good. 

"What's with you?" he asked. "You seem like you'd rather we weren't here. Your Mother is worried about you."

"I'm fine Dad," I lied. My heart was breaking. "Tell Mom not to worry." 

"Nice try. I'm not buying it. I've been trying to figure out why you don't want to go home." 

I turned to face him, startled. How did he know? 

"Uh huh... I was right. You don't want to go," he nodded. "There's only one reason I can think of for you wanting to stay here. The same reason you aren't starved for visitors. You have met a girl, haven't you?" He sat back, studying my face. 

He surprised me again. It's not that I thought my Father was a moron ; far from it, as I knew he was a smart businessman. What surprised me was how he arrived at his conclusion. We didn't have a history of sharing our feelings. He wasn't the touchy feely type, unless smacking me in the back of the head counts. Somehow, he had read my reluctance to return home... something I thought I'd hidden well... and come to the correct assumption that a woman was involved. 

"Um, yeah, that's right," I admitted. "Does Mom know what you think?" 

"No," he laughed, "and I wasn't sure until now. I think we should keep it between us. Your Mother is a bit protective of her baby boy. No girlfriend can measure up to her expectations." 

Yeah, I thought, that fact had crossed my mind. That attitude isn't going to make Grace very popular, especially when Mom finds out my girlfriend is almost her age. 

"So what's her name?" Dad probed. I decided to confide in him a bit, as long as he was keeping it between us. 

"Grace," I replied, quietly, unsure if I should continue. "She's the most wonderful woman I've ever met, and I love her." 

"I see," he answered. "Love, huh? That far along? That could get complicated." 

Tell me about it. If I tell you the whole story, 'complicated' will be a huge understatement. 

"What's she like?" he continued. "Pretty? Sexy? Come on, spill the beans!" He leaned closer, obviously enjoying our newfound connection. 

"Yes Dad, she's very pretty, and so sexy. She has the most beautiful brown eyes, and long brown hair," I volunteered. "I could say more, but a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell." 

"That good, huh? That's great Brian, I'm happy for you, but it doesn't change the situation. Your Mother wants you home," he said, "and I would suggest that you accommodate her, at least for a while. When you left, it was for a vacation, not for good. She hasn't had a chance to get used to the idea that her baby is a big boy now, with a life of his own." He smiled. "Just one more question about your lady. I notice you used the word 'woman', not 'girl'. Does that mean what I think it means?" 

Jeez, when did they replace my Dad with Doctor Phil? Suddenly he gets the nuance of every word. 

"Yes, Dad," I sighed, "if you think it means she's older than me, then yes. She is." 

"Uh huh. May I ask how much older?" he asked, crossing his legs and trying to appear calm. 

"Um, well, just a few years," I answered, evading the truth, for a few more seconds. 

"How many in 'just a few', Brian. I won't tell your Mother anything, so please been honest." 

"Okay. She's seven... " I breathed, relenting, "... teen years, um, older."

Dad sat quietly. I held my breath. He uncrossed his legs, and sat forward again. 

"Are you fucking nuts? Seventeen years! A few years... you might be able to slip those past your Mother, but seventeen? That I think she'll notice!" he gasped. "Leave it to you to fall in love with someone who's only... what?... three years younger than your Mother! Do you have a death wish?"

I didn't answer. What more was there to say? 

Dad sat silent as well, looking at me. Then he smiled. 

"Damn, son! Way to go!" he laughed. "When I was not much younger than you, there were plenty of hot older women I would have killed to get a piece of!" He suddenly gasped again, and his eyes flew open wider. "Wait! Grace... Older... Brown hair? Holy fuck! Your nurse? That hot little number with the big tits?!" I didn't answer, which was answer enough for him. "Out-fucking-standing! You lucky bugger! I mean, not that I'd notice, being happily married, and all." 

A few more minutes of silence followed. 

"You have a big problem, then, don't you?" he said quietly. "You love her, she loves you?... " I smiled, "... and I assume you love your Mother. Someone's going to get hurt." 

"Tell me something I haven't already figured out," I said, painfully. "I don't suppose you have any suggestions?" 

"Nothing immediately springs to mind," he smiled, "but I'll see what I can come up with. Your Mother and I will be here two more days, then we're headed home, and she expects you to be coming with us. Unless you can figure a way to be in two places at once, I think you'd better come home, for a little while at least. I know that's not what you wanted to hear, and I understand why, but it may be unavoidable." He stood, smiling again. "Thanks for telling me, son. I'll keep this to myself, I promise. See you tomorrow."

He walked to the door, pausing to look back at me for a second. He held his hands out, in the universal 'big tits' gesture , with a smile on his face. I smiled back, and nodded. Dad flashed me a thumbs up. 

"Lucky bugger... " he whispered, and left. 

He was right... I was lucky. Also unlucky. Someone's going to get hurt. Someone already has been. 

Fuck! 

***

The weather was bright and sunny, as it often was in the lower mainland, but my mood was dank, dark and somber. I tried to keep it under wraps as much as possible, and Dad was trying to run some interference for me, but Mom wasn't blind. She had to know that I wasn't thrilled to be going home, and I hoped she didn't think it was her I didn't want to see. 

It was a long flight, and I slept through most of it, waking about a half hour from landing. Dad gave me a look that told me to smarten up, and at least pretend to be happy going home, so I tried to do so. It wasn't easy. I felt like my world was receding into the growing distance, and every second of flight put my darling further away. 

***

Five weeks. Five interminable, excruciating, heart-rending weeks. That's how long I had been home. It felt like longer. I had five weeks worth of texts on my phone, and reading them only made me feel worse. Grace's pain came through her words, despite her protests to the contrary. 

Now I would be expected to paste a smile on my face. It was my birthday. Oh joy. Mom was going all out, with a party and the whole nine yards planned. I loved my Mother, and understood that she was doing all this out of love as well, but it was tearing me up inside. 

Dad didn't help matters, walking around all day with this insufferable grin on his face, and constantly trying to cheer me up. He knew I was miserable, and he knew why. 

The doorbell rang, and Dad answered it... my Aunt and Uncle, arriving for the party. Hugs all around, as I hadn't seen them for quite a while. A few minutes later, my Grandparents arrived as well. I had to admit, having all these family members around me again did feel good, and I started to feel a little less sorry for myself. When the bell rang again, Dad asked me to answer it, as he was deep in conversation with my Uncle. 

I turned the knob, opened the door, and froze.

If I have to tell you who was standing there, then you don't have a romantic bone in your body.

We flew into each other's arms, and I felt whole for the first time since I'd left her behind. Her body molded to mine, as I held her tight. 

"Grace! What?... How?" I babbled, lifting her off her feet. My face was buried in her hair, and it smelled wonderful. We spun around in a circle, until I put her down, and the hug became a kiss. We remained joined at the lips for a minute or so. It was no where near long enough for me, but long enough to attract an audience. 

I turned, still with one arm around her shoulders... I wasn't going to let go again... and came face to face with my Mother. 

"Mom," I said, "this is Grace. She's my girlfriend." Grace extended her hand. 

My Mother's eyes glazed over. 

"Did you hear me Mom?" I asked nervously. "This is my girlfriend, Grace." 

"Yes, I heard you," she answered, an edge to her voice. "We've met before." She turned and walked away. 

"Crap!" I groaned, knowing it would be an uphill journey from here on. 

"It's okay, honey," Grace said, patting my chest. "I knew she'd probably react this way. Truthfully, I'd probably do the same if our roles were reversed. Just give her some time, then we can talk it out."

"How did you get here?" I laughed, dealing with old business first. 

"Your father. He told me you had talked, and he invited me. Actually," she smiled, "he bought me a plane ticket, and suggested that a visit would be the best birthday present ever." She kissed me again. "I hear you missed me. The feeling is mutual, and I'd like to never feel that way again." 

"I hear you," I replied, "and agree wholeheartedly. How long are you here?" 

"Two weeks!" she giggled, grinning at me. "Two glorious weeks! And... " she lowered her voice conspiratorially, "... I have a nice hotel room, with a real bed! A real... King sized... bed! Need I say more?"

"Not to me, you don't, but my Mom might lock me in my room, and throw away the key!" I grumbled. 

"So, go out the window. I'll be waiting." Her smile was incandescent. 

"Waiting?" I asked. "You're not coming in?" 

"Um, no. I get the impression I'm not really welcome, right now. I know your Mother has fussed, and I think my presence will ruin her plans," she whispered. "Go. Have your party. Make your Mother happy. My gift can wait. I'll keep it warm."

"I'll bet," I laughed. "Warm, and we... " Her finger blocked my lips, cutting me off . 

"Please, I'll probably have my hand in my pants all afternoon, anyway. Don't get me started!" she chastised with a grin. Another kiss followed. 

She walked away, and I watched her firm ass swing in her tight jeans. She peeked over her shoulder, smiling, and positively giddy, like an infatuated schoolgirl. She blew me a kiss as she reached her rental car, and I watched her until all I could see was taillights in the distance. 

I was ecstatic. My heart was whole. Best of all, I had two weeks to work on my Mother, and the distance to my darling had been reduced dramatically. 

I actually had fun at the party, and for obvious reasons, my attitude was greatly improved. I gave my Dad the biggest hug I'd given him since I was a little kid, and thanked him for Grace's presence. Mom did give me a few nasty looks, but didn't seem that angry. Dinner was delicious. The cake was yummy. I received several great gifts, including a text from Grace, wishing me a happy birthday, and giving me her room number at the hotel. 

Obviously, meeting her tonight would be waving the red cape in front of my Mother, but we could talk on the phone. Tomorrow couldn't come fast enough. 

That night, I couldn't sleep. The clock said almost 2, but I grabbed my phone anyway. 

"Executive Inn, how may I direct your call?" the voice said. 

"Grace Jackson, please. Room 2138," I said. 

There was a pause, as if the desk clerk was saying 'at this hour?', then he said, "Of course. Thank you." 

One ringie-dingie, two ringie-dingies... 

"Hello, darling," I heard. God, her voice was dripping with sex. It was like I'd called a 900 number. 

"Yes, I'd like to order some food for delivery," I deadpanned. "Is the kitchen still open?" 

"Of course sir," she purred. "May I ask a question?" 

"Yes?" I replied. 

"What are you wearing?" she breathed. "I was hoping you'd call." 

"Sorry it's so late, sweetie. I couldn't sleep." 

"I'm still on Western time, so I don't mind at all. Are you going to talk dirty to me?" she asked, a sultry growl in her voice. 

"Are you going to touch yourself if I do?" I parried. 

"Absolutely. With one hand, at least. Maybe I should get a headset, since I have to masturbate so often."

"Ouch," I said quietly. "I'm sorry baby." 

"Oh jeez... I'm sorry," she said losing the sex kitten voice instantly, "I didn't mean it that way. I wasn't blaming you... I was going for sexy, you know... always horny... have to get myself off... like that! I didn't mean to sound... " 

"What are you wearing?" I laughed cutting her off. She stopped apologizing, and giggled. 

"Um, absolutely nothing, and I'm so horny," she whispered. The sexpot was back. 

"God, I'd give anything to be there right now. I'd be between your legs, licking you so gently, tasting your sweet pussy."

"Oh fuck," she gasped, "I'm so wet. Tell me all about what you'd like to do to me... " 

***

I woke up about noon. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping... and if we'd talked a little longer, we could have seen the dawn. Talked. Yeah right, that's what we did. Remote controlled masturbation, really. She'd 'talked' me into cumming twice, and I had 'talked' her into at least four orgasms, before we packed it in around 5am. 

I hit the shower, cleared my head, and made myself presentable before I went downstairs, where I found Mom in the kitchen, drinking her tea. 

"Good morning, Mom," I said happily. 

"Good afternoon, Brian," she replied, a bit tersely. "What have you got planned for today?" 

"Nothing specific," I lied. I was hoping to be balls deep inside Grace before 3. I'm sure she had that figured. I'm also sure she wasn't happy about it. Thankfully, Dad rescued me from that conversation by walking in. 

"Hey sport," he smiled, opening the fridge. While Mom was giving him a hard time about snacking between meals, I escaped out the front door. I sat on the porch, contemplating running away from home, drinking the Coke I'd grabbed before I left. 

A few minutes later, I heard Dad rattling around in the garage. I joined him. 

Hey, Dad, " I said, as I walked in. He was doing something to the lawnmower, but stopped as I came in. "Thanks again for my present." 

"You are very welcome," he answered, wiping his hands on a rag. "Was that you on the phone, last night, or were you talking in your sleep?" he smiled. I didn't answer. "Yeah, I thought as much. I don't think your Mother heard you... she was snoring happily all night. So, how's Grace?" 




Goodness Gracious Pt. 03



"Very good," I answered. 

"I'll bet," he mumbled. "I suppose you want to go play with your friend, don't you?" Another non-answer from me. Dad sighed, and tossed me the keys to his car. "Go on... I'll deal with your Mother. Do I have to warn you about being careful?" he smirked. "No, I suppose she's taken care of that. Get out of here, and have fun... just be home for dinner, or you'll get us both in trouble." 

I still wondered when my Dad had been replaced by this obviously alien life form... the one that suddenly understood my feelings and was on my side, but I could figure that out later. Right now, I had places to go, and one particular person to see. I ran to the car. Before I started it, I fished my phone out of my pocket, and texted Grace that I was on my way. 

I made it all the way to her hotel without incident, parked and raced in the front door, where she was waiting for me. She was surprisingly relaxed. I guess all those phone sex orgasms had satisfied her for now. 

"Come on," she said, taking my hand, "I'm starving. Eat food now. Eat me later," she giggled. 

A short walk away, we found a little hole-in-the-wall pizza joint that looked good, and ordered a deluxe large. Grace spoke up. 

"Can we get that to go, please?" she asked, evidently not as satisfied as she initially seemed. 

Twenty minutes later, we were exiting the elevator on her floor. We walked up to her door, and she pulled the key card out of her pocket. Just before she opened the door, she got this little grin on her face. She stepped in, but stopped me when I tried to follow. 

"Give me a second," she whispered, closing the door, and leaving me standing in the hallway holding the pizza. She was nothing if not unpredictable. About a minute passed, then I heard her voice from within. 

"Where is that damn pizza delivery boy?" she said. 

Aha! Now I get it! This could be fun. I knocked twice. 

"Who is it?" her voice sang melodically. 

"Pizza, Ma'am!" I replied. 

"Just a second," she chirped. 

The door opened. Whoa! 

There she was, wearing the thick terry robe the hotel provides for guests, and little else apparently. One sensuously smooth leg extended out of the robe below the sash, while above, the collar gaped open, showing a breathtaking amount of cleavage. Her hair was loose, tumbling across her shoulders. My mouth hung open. 

"How much do I owe you?" she purred, fumbling at her wallet. She dropped a twenty. "Oops" she giggled, "I'm so clumsy!" She bent to retrieve the fallen cash, and her robe fell open, showing me her magnificent breasts. "Oh my goodness!" she hissed. "Perhaps you could make another kind of delivery for me?" she laughed, cupping her tits. "Why don't you come in?" 

"Yes Ma'am," I gulped. My dick made walking difficult, but it was only a few steps. She closed the door behind me. "You're crazy!" I laughed. "I Love You!" 

"Always wanted to jump the pizza boy," she whispered, taking the pizza box from me and placing it on the table. She stepped in, pressing her naked body against me, and wrapping her arms around my neck. "They're usually so scrawny though. Not a big, strong man like you... " Her lips found mine. Midway through the kiss, she started to giggle. 

"I'm sorry, I blew that one. Should we try another take, or pick it up later?" That smile. So beautiful, and playful. Not a bad little actress, too. I'd pay to see those tits. No wonder I loved her. 

"Oh!" she exclaimed, "we need ice for our drinks. Would you mind, darling? I'm not really dressed for a trip down the hall." The robe fell to the floor. 

"Ice, yes, perhaps a cold shower," I laughed. I grabbed the bucket and sprinted to the ice machine. I was back before she finished her second bite of dinner. 

"I must say, I rather like the dress code in this restaurant!" I laughed, casting my eyes across her naked body. She was ravenously downing pizza like her life depended on it, all the while pacing around the room like a caged tigress. I had a few slices as well, but I was hungry for something that wasn't on the menu... well, the pizza menu, anyway. 

I stepped into the bathroom for a minute... you know, the call of nature and all... and when I came out, my darling nurse was in bed, resting on her elbow, the covers down around her waist. Her long ponytail had been restored, and draped over her shoulder. Her eyes smiled as brightly as her mouth, and she beckoned me closer with her finger. 

I didn't need her to ask me twice, dropping my pants, and discarding clothing rapidly, while she held the sheet aside for me to join her. I did quickly, sliding into the cool embrace of the clean sheets, and the warm embrace of my dirty little girl. 

"Ooooooo, our first time in a real bed together," she whispered. 

"Nice, but I will miss our little padded cell," I laughed. 

"I won't... and I don't expect to ever see that room again, unless you feel the need for nostalgia in about twenty years. It's all Sheila's now," she giggled, tracing her fingertip across my chest. "I only wish you could stay the night, but I understand why you must go home. At least home is a lot closer to me now than it was last week."

I didn't answer. She was right, but the greater problem persisted. In thirteen days, she would be leaving, and if I, or we, didn't find a solution for my Mother, we'd find ourselves thousands of miles apart again. 

I remembered reading a poem once... I couldn't remember the title. Something about the promise of tomorrow, or that tomorrow's not promised... something like that. The author was very smart, and parts of the poem stuck with me: 'Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they were meant to be there. They serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson or help figure out who you are, and who you want to become'. He, or she, must have written it with me in mind, because it covered my feelings for Grace perfectly. We had been brought together for a reason, and whatever the obstacles before us, I wasn't going to let her get away. 

"Baby? You okay?" I heard, through the fog of my own thoughts, and tuned back in. Grace looked mildly concerned. "You have a lot on your mind, don't you, honey?" 

"Yeah, sorry," I replied. "Just thinking about how to get my Mom on board." 

"I don't know your Mom, but I'm a woman, and I think you might be aiming a bit high there," she laughed. "Getting her 'on board' may be difficult. I'd settle for being the daughter she tolerates grudgingly. I know you hope that she and I can be friends, and I'd like that, too, but... "

"I know, don't get my hopes up, right?" I laughed. 

"You never know. I have a few thoughts that I hope will help smooth things over with your Mother, but she needs some time before she might even listen." She smiled. "Until then, do you want to stew about it, or... " 

"Shut up and kiss me," I replied. She nodded, and did exactly that, slithering atop me and exploring my mouth with her tongue. 

As it turns out, Grace and I were ahead of schedule. I said I hoped to be balls deep inside her juicy little pussy by 3pm, and we were 35 minutes early, rolling blissfully around the large bed and enjoying each other greatly. She spent a lot of time with the corner of a pillow in her mouth, trying to muffle her screams of joy. Getting arrested would do nothing to improve her relationship with my Mother. 

We fell asleep in each other's arms, napping peacefully until about 5pm, when we made a run through the shower together. I left reluctantly, but tomorrow was a new day, and I would be back.

***

I woke from my afternoon nap, and wandered to the head of the staircase. I could hear two voices in the kitchen. One was my Mother's, and it took me a few seconds to identify the second one, only because it was out of context. Actually, it was the laugh that answered the question, as I'd heard it before, usually just after screams of joy. It was Grace. I didn't even know she was here. I guess the time for 'that conversation' had arrived. She could have told me. She should have told me. I was glad she hadn't though ; I don't think I could have taken the anticipation. We had been together every day for over a week now, and I was getting used to the idea of making that permanent. 

Creeping slowly down the stairs, I stopped and sat about halfway, out of sight but able to hear the conversation. 

"Ms. Jackson, I really don't know why you're here," Mom said. I wasn't surprised that she sounded angry. 

"Please, call me Grace. I'm here because we need to talk. It's not fair to Brian to have him in the middle." Nurse Grace was unflappable. 

"Then the solution is simple, Ms. Jackson... Step away, out of the picture. Problem solved." Mom could be pretty cold when she was pissed. I knew that from personal experience. 

"It's not that simple, and I'm quite sure you know that. Brian has feelings for me, and I have feelings for him... "

"Please! I know exactly what he feels for you!" Mom cut her off, venomously. "And using him for sex doesn't constitute having feelings for him!" 

There was a palpable silence in the house, before Grace spoke again. 

"Mrs. Richardson... I'm trying to be civil. I'm trying to understand your point of view. I'm trying to give you the benefit of the doubt, and be patient. Mostly I'm trying to remember that you are Brian's Mother, that he loves you, and I respect that. But... " I heard a chair squeak as someone shifted, "... I won't be spoken to in a disrespectful manner. When you question my motives, I can only interpret that as insulting." Another pause. "I'm not trying to replace you in Brian's life, Mrs. Richardson, but I do love him. This is not a battle, and if it comes to that, I think neither of us will win, and Brian will be hurt. Please talk to me. Tell me what I need to do to ease your mind." 

"That's easy!" Mom scoffed, "just get about fifteen years younger!" 

"Believe me," Grace laughed, "I'd love to! It would give me fifteen more years with a wonderful man, whom I love dearly. Is age really the only problem?" 

There was silence. I don't know if it was the way Grace stood up for herself, or what the reason, but Mom was lost for words. That's when I heard the other sound. It was Mom... Crying. 

I crept the rest of the way down the stairs, and moved silently to the kitchen door, where I saw Grace... holding my Mother as she wept. She looked up at me, smiled and shook her head, telling me to stay out of it. I nodded and backed away, taking up my perch again. 

"Grace," Mom sniffed, after a few silent minutes, "Do you have children?" I noticed that the 'Ms. Jackson' designation had been shelved. Mom was softening. 

"No, Mrs. Richardson, I don't. I've never met the right man, until now." I think she just said she wants to have my children!

"Please, call me Mary," Mom replied. "It's not a personal attack on you, Grace. I meant what I said to you at the hospital. I am very grateful you helped my baby recover from his injuries. I guess no mother wants to give up her child to another woman. The truth is, I wouldn't be happy with any woman he chose. Your age is just the easy thing to hate."

"I can understand that, Mary," my brave darling said, now that they were on a first name basis. "I suppose I would feel the same way, if he was my son." 

"May I ask why you chose Brian?" Mom asked. 

"He asked me the same thing!" she giggled. "All I can tell you is what I told him ; he touched my heart, and I fell in love. What more can I say? He's a wonderful, gentle, honest, caring man, and any woman would be lucky to have him in her life. He's also very handsome."

Listening to this was doing wonders for my ego. 

"Yes, he is, isn't he?" Mom laughed. "I suppose, as one woman to another, I should congratulate you on landing such a fine young stud!" That started them laughing again, until Mom added, "I can't believe I just said that! And about my own son, too!" More laughter. "You really love him, don't you?" 

"Almost as much as you do, Mary."

I was still stuck on my Mother calling me a stud. I almost missed the last bit. 

"Okay. I'll find a way to make peace with the idea. But if you ever hurt him... " Mom warned. 

"Understood," Grace answered. 

I snuck back up the stairs, and went to lay down again. Grace was right before ; give them some time, and they talked it out. One issue was still outstanding, however, and I figured that my presence would be required to sort it out. Mom would make her peace with Grace as my girlfriend... with the idea of Grace as my girlfriend. That didn't mean she'd be happy that I wanted to return, with Grace, to the west. 

One step at a time. 

***

I was stunned at how quickly Mom accepted the new way of things. I know that Grace hadn't put it in terms as blunt as this, but the general message had been pretty simple ; share me, or lose me. If Mom had successfully blocked our relationship, she would have irreparably damaged her relationship with me. Mom would have preferred a more conventional girlfriend for me, but she was making lemonade. 

Two days after their conversation, Mom asked me to bring Grace home with me for dinner. She knew what was going on every time I left, but that was water under the bridge now, just one of the things she'd have to learn to accept. 

Invitation extended, my Sweetheart was delighted to accept, even going so far as to call Mom, and ask if there was anything she needed us to pick up on the way back, or if she wanted any help with dinner. Mom politely declined, but the olive branch had been offered. We actually did go home early... after we had exhausted each other yet again. The only thing lost was some nap time. What we gained was immeasurable. 

I sat back and watched in amazement, as Grace did what only a few days before had seemed impossible. She started out chit-chatting, while Mom cooked, getting more involved with each minute, until her offer of help was accepted. Before long, the two of them were cooking together, talking and laughing like longtime friends. Mom made eye contact with me, and smiled, nodding her head. Mission accomplished. 

During dinner, the final hurdle fell away. It was Mom who brought it up. 

"So," she exhaled, "I suppose the plan is for you to move back out west, right?" She was staring at me. 

"Um, yes... I was hoping that we could be together, and Grace has a career out there already."

"I understand," she said evenly. "What about school?" 

"Yeah, well the accident pretty much cost me the entire year. I've talked to my professors, and there's no way I can make up the time lost," I answered. 

"Actually," Grace piped up, "I have something to add, if I may?" Mom nodded. "I did a little checking, before I came here. There's a school in my home city that will accept his transfer credits, and he can still get the same degree. Yes, this year is a write off, but not a waste." 

"Really?" Mom said, surprised at Grace's diligence. She turned to me. I was as surprised as she was. "Do you want to go to school out there?" 

"Oh, he's going! I can promise you that!" Grace laughed. "No man of mine is going to be a bum!" A subtle wink came my way. 

"But what if I don't want to go to school?" I pouted. Mom and Grace were engaged in conversation again, and barely noticed my tantrum. 

"Save your breath, son," Dad said, patting me on the back. "There's two of them now. You're going to school." 

Sigh. Happy dance. 

The evening progressed, until it was getting late. I had brought Grace back in Dad's car, not thinking far enough ahead to plan for a return trip. I figured I'd have to run her back to her hotel, then come home again. Mom and Dad walked us to the front door. 

"So, we'll see you in the morning?" 

I thought they were talking to Grace, but they were looking straight at me. 

"I'm just going to run her home. I'll be back in a half hour," I replied, confused. 

"It's okay. If you're going to be, um... together... when you go home, a few extra days won't change things," Dad said. 

I still didn't get it, but Grace did. "We could stay here?" she asked. 

"Oh no you won't!" Mom said, actually laughing. "I think I've had about all the change I can take for one day! I know what you'll do... together... but I'd rather it not be happening in the next room. I don't think I'm quite ready for that yet. Just stay in the hotel, and come back in the morning. We'll help you pack." She didn't smile, but she wasn't kidding. 

I finally caught up. I think my parents just gave me permission to spend the night... alone... with my girlfriend. Oh my god. Super happy dance! 

***

An hour later, we were snuggled together, in bed. I was awake but my darling was asleep, her breathing smooth and even, tickling my chest. We didn't even get a chance to make love, before Grace succumbed to the physical and emotional drains of the day. 

Despite the apparent ease with which she had won over my Mother, the stress of the situation had wiped her out. I now had an even greater respect for her, amazed that she had been so calm, cool and collected on the surface, while enduring that much duress. Well, she was a nurse, and I suppose that ability comes with the territory. 

I fell asleep feeling the warmth of our love surround me. Cliché, I know, but I was happy. 

My dreams were... well, there are times when 'weird' just doesn't quite adequately express how far from normal things were. The most disturbing dream had me making love with Grace, before an audience... and a panel of international judges... which included my Mother. As Grace screamed in orgasm and I emptied my seed into her, the judges each held up a scorecard. "5.7, 5.7, 5.6, 5.6... " the announcer called. The Russian judge gave us a 5.8, but my Mother... my own Mother, gave us a 3.2. We missed the medal podium by one point. 

See. I told you. Weird. Freud would be proud.

***

I woke to a different feeling. Lips, soft and wet, tracing up my neck. A hand, sliding softly across my chest in a loving gesture, then moving down slowly, further, further, until it reached its goal, and gripped my rapidly stiffening cock firmly. 

"Baby, are you awake?" she hissed. 

"Parts of me more than others," I mumbled, clearing the cobwebs. 

"Sorry baby. I need you," she answered. "Take me. I need your cock, so baaad."

"Your wish is my command!" I laughed. Her hand had performed its wonders on my flesh, and was tugging it, begging it to come in and play. Her thighs parted, and I eased on top of her, sliding into the warm, wet embrace of her vagina. She was drenched, and accepted my intruder without comment, save the whimper of satisfaction that slipped past her kissable lips. 

"Oh my god, that's better," she whispered, "my pussy was lonely. Now, please fuck me... fuck me fast... fuck me hard... use and abuse my cunt. Make me feel it!" 

There was a time when doing so... basically acting in a selfish, totally male fashion, and using her to get myself off... would have been a foregone conclusion. Just fuck the shit out of her, and let the cum fall where it may. 

No longer. Her enjoyment was very important to me, and even on the occasions where she intentionally put my release ahead of hers, I felt a bit guilty at her not getting to have as much fun as I had. 

Getting asked to treat her in such a way, had initially been a conflict for me, but we'd talked it out. When she asked me for a specific behaviour, she was role playing, and wanted to be treated according to the role. Tonight's role was a desperate, promiscuous slut. 

I grunted, ploughing into her wetness hard, dropping my shoulder into her face, without regard for her comfort. There would be no loving, kissing, or words of endearment until the role was fulfilled. My hips pounded up and down at a furious pace, and the loud slapping of our bodies was drowned out by the protesting groans of the bed frame, squeaking and banging under our movements. The headboard rattled wildly against the wall, and Grace moaned as I drilled into her pussy over and over. 




Goodness Gracious Pt. 03



"Uhn... uhhn... uhn..ufff..yes... yes... uhn... fuck... yes... hard... fuck me... fuck me... " 

It was dark, but there was enough light that I could see her eyes when I took a look. She was enjoying herself, so I cut loose, pummelling her buttery snatch even harder. 

"Do you like that, you horny slut?" I growled into her ear. 

"Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" she gasped, moaning even louder when I pulled her hair. 

"I'm going to fucking cum in your cunt, you cheap whore! You're mine to use!" 

I felt her body begin to shudder. I had finally found the correct balance of furious penetration and mental stimulation, and she was about ready to go over the brink. So was I. 

"Here it comes, slut!" I grunted, and hosed down her pussy from the inside. Hot semen raced out, and splashed against her inner walls. 

"Shit! I'm cumming! Gnahhhhnnnnnnnnn!" she gasped, and her cunt spasmed tightly around my shaft, as I ground deeper into her and shot my final drops of spunk. 

I rolled off her, gasping, sweating, with my heart pounding in my ears. Grace looked about the same as I felt, and she smiled at me. 

"You okay, honey?" I asked. "Not too rough, or too nasty?" She shook her head. 

"Thanks, baby," she whispered, puffing her cheeks. "I really needed that!" 

"Any time," I replied, "and I do mean any time." 

"Do you think your Mom would approve?" she asked, laughing as she said it. 

"I'm pretty sure that's why she sent us here, and didn't want us in the next room," I chortled. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Shoot!" she giggled. 

"Are you gonna pay for that pizza... because my manager will take it out of my check if you don't." 

Grace lost it... laughing until she was gasping for air again. Eventually, she got herself under control. 

"Yes, I'll pay for the pizza," she whispered, searching out my cock with her hand again. "And, I'm a very generous tipper, if you get my drift!"

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Goodness Gracious Pt. 04



For all those who requested more of this story, be assured I wasn't ignoring you. Just busy with others, and a bit stuck on where to go with Grace and Brian. 

I thank everyone for reading my work, and welcome your thoughts when you finish. 

I hope you enjoy it. 

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The day of our departure arrived. About six boxes of my stuff would be sent by my parents to our new address, but I had two suitcases in tow as we headed for the airport. 

We got to the airport early enough that we could check-in, and take advantage of any upgrade opportunities that might be available. We were in luck, and Grace got us two seats in the first class cabin for the nearly five hour flight. At least we'd be comfortable. 

Mom and Dad took us to lunch before we went through security. It was a good meal, but there were tears, and awkward silences. It ended with hugs all around, including one between Mom and Grace. 

"I promise to take good care of him," Grace said, tearing up herself in sympathy. "Call us anytime." 

We passed through security, gave a final wave to Mom and Dad, then walked slowly to our gate, arm in arm. I could feel Grace relax, the tension melting away, and she gave me several happy little smiles as we sauntered along. We were 'us' now, our life together truly beginning. 

She leaned against me, with my arm wrapped around her, while we awaited our boarding call. I noticed that as the stress left her, the playful sexiness returned. She quite casually pressed my hand against the side of her breast, laying her hand over mine to keep it in place. When I wiggled my fingers slightly, she smiled and moaned softly. 

"I'm horny," she whispered, as she turned her head for a kiss. "Ever done it on a plane?" 

"No," I smiled, "but I've never been on a plane with you. Are we going to get arrested?" 

"As long as we get to share a cell, I'd be fine with that," she giggled, pressing her hand firmly over mine, encouraging me to squeeze her breast. 

We sat, cuddled together, until our flight was called, then I reluctantly released my grip on her, and followed her down the jet way. At the inevitable traffic snarl just outside the plane door, I pressed close behind her, palming her ass through her light, summer dress. She sighed, and leaned her head back against my shoulder. 

"Oh baby, we're going to need to do something, or it's going to be a long, long flight," she whispered. "I'm so hot right now."

I stirred the pot as we shuffled ahead, maintaining the contact between my left hand and her firm ass, caressing the resilient, muscular flesh, for as long as possible. Our seats were in row four, so as we passed the first seated passengers, I moved my hand around to her hip, a more casual but equally effective grope. 

"You take the window," she smiled as we reached our row, and stepped aside, allowing me to dart in and sit. "You'll enjoy the view." A nasty, crooked little grin appeared on her face as she said it. 

She reached up with both hands to adjust her bag in the overhead compartment, staring into my eyes as she did. Oh my. You minx. The neckline of her dress was a wide scoop, already revealing a titillating display of cleavage and billowing curves. Raising her arms overhead, she stretched the elastic, peasant-style bodice to the max, and another couple of inches of delectable flesh spilled into view. Then she intentionality wrestled her bag into position, shaking and swaying those magnificent boobs at me. She was right : if we didn't get to do 'something', it was going to be a long, long flight...especially with a stiff cock crowding my pants. 

Satisfied she had sent her message, she smiled, and plunked down beside me, landing harder than necessary, and giving those tits one more bounce for my appreciative gaze. 

"The view will be over there," she giggled, turning my chin away from gawking at her breasts, and toward the small window beside me. 

"Not the one I'm interested in," I whispered back. "No mountains out there for hours," I gestured out the window, "so I'll just check out these ones." 

"Down boy," she patted my leg, dangerously close to my throbbing shaft. "Let's at least get airborne before we go crazy."

Right. Put your seatback in the upright position, and take your cock out of your future wife. For now, anyway. 

Within minutes, we were climbing to our cruising altitude, while Grace leaned against me, with my arm wrapped around her shoulders. She was intertwining her fingers with mine, and I was watching her breasts jiggle with the minor turbulence we were passing through. We chatted a bit about the contents of the Skymall magazine, browsing the gadgets, gizmos, and goodies. The stewardess served us a drink, and snack item, but my mind was stuck on another snack I wanted to taste. 

About an hour into the flight, she turned to me, and smiled. 

"I'm going to, um, stretch my legs," she whispered, clutching my hand. "Give me five minutes, then follow me." A conspiratorial wink, and she stood, walking toward the back of the plane. 

Oh boy, I thought. This is gonna be fun. Maybe I should use the restroom before we 'use' the restroom. The first class lavatory was open, so I took advantage, walking forward and closing the door behind me. A few minutes later, bladder relieved, I made my way back to join Grace. 

When I reached the aft galley / restroom area, there was no one in sight. I was glad there were no crew or passengers to see us, but wondered which of the three lavatories Grace was in. I didn't need to wait long to find out. 

The third door opened, and a cute redhead stepped out. She smiled, and stepped aside, assuming I was waiting to use it. I watched her walk away, until I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turning, I saw Grace's hand, finger beckoning me closer, from the middle door. She opened wider, and let me in, locking the door behind me. 

"Alone at last," she sighed, and pulled me to her lips for a scalding kiss. 

Airline restrooms have never been spacious, but it seems like they have become smaller recently. Maybe designers were trying to discourage the behaviour we were about to commence. They'd have to try again, because Grace was sitting on the toilet, sucking my cock gently, coaxing it to full hardness. Sure, it was like trying to get it on in a phone booth, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and we were desperately horny. 

With my dick standing straight out, she released me, and wiped excess saliva from her chin. 

"Okay...now the hard part," she smiled. "You...over here...me, in your lap." We hugged each other closely, and turned in place, allowing me to sit, and her to straddle me. She carefully placed her feet either side of the toilet, and looked down at me with a smile. Reaching down slowly, she took the hem of her dress in her fingers, and lifted it, holding it in her teeth as she held her little red thong aside, baring her hairless, juicy pussy. I pointed my probe at the opening between her thick lips, and she lowered herself onto it. 

"Ooooo, yes...that's better," she hissed, releasing the hem from her teeth. Settling fully over my cock, she smiled, and kissed me, while I fondled her left breast through her dress. I relished the full, soft globe that filled my hand to overflowing. Without breaking away from my lips, she tugged the elastic neckline of her dress down, showing me the lacey red bra I loved. She pulled the straps down, slipped her arms out, and peeled the cups off her very large jugs, letting me resume my enthusiastic groping without barriers. I felt her flex her warm, wet cunt around my shaft. 

"Okay, now, we need to remember...this isn't a padded cell, or a hotel room, so excessive noise will attract attention," she whispered. She rose and fell a few inches. "Damn! I love your cock in my little pussy. Keeping quiet is going to be tough!" 

I decided to make it harder, lifting her right breast to my lips, and latching onto her thick, yummy nipple. She moaned softly, and fucked herself more energetically, using longer strokes. When I gently bit the stiff bud, she gasped. 

"Yes, that's it baby...suck Mommy's tits! Bite my nipples! You're going to make Mommy cum all over your big, hard cock."

I was glad Grace had come to embrace our age difference. The 'Mommy' routine was pretty hot, and my voluptuous MILF was happily riding me toward her orgasm. That orgasm was rapidly approaching. I could read her body quite well now, and the trembling, quivering breaths she was taking were a good indication. 

She looked down at me, my mouth full of her nipple, and shuddered as I bit her softly. 

"Yes, honey, I'm cumming!" she whispered, holding my head close to her chest. I held her tight, feeling her shaking as her orgasm wracked her body. She sighed, and exhaled a long, satisfied breath. The pause in her rhythm of strokes ended, and she resumed the gliding movement of her dripping wet pussy up and down my cock. "Your turn, stud...tell me when you're close. I want more to swallow on this flight than just the peanuts in first class."

Now that she'd had her fun, she tried to hasten mine, bouncing more vigorously, and shaking her huge breasts in my face. She knew I just loved the way her boobs moved during sex, and was putting on a show for me. I was a rapt audience, and her display was working. The warm tingle began. 

I suppose the ability to read each other went both ways, because Grace smiled as she lifted off, sensing my impending eruption. She squatted, and inhaled my gooey, pussy slicked shaft, immediately establishing a rhythm of deep head bobs. I was at her mercy, and she sucked me to the brink. Her eyes locked with mine as she pulled back, and rested the head of my cock on her extended tongue. Her hand tugged furiously. The show was too much for me. 

I spurted, a rope of thick goo leaping out and bisecting her pretty pink tongue on its way down her throat. Her lips closed around the head, and she gulped down every shot, pumping me steadily, and moaning softly. I stifled my grunts, and leaned back against the wall, gasping for air. 

Grace stood, wiping her lips with a naughty little smile. She lifted her skirt, readjusted her thong, and smoothed everything back down. The bra was next, and I watched her corral those magnificent melons in the cups. She pulled the top of her dress back up over her tits, and puffed her hair, while looking in the mirror. Gazing at me in the mirror, she giggled. 

"Do you need help putting that away?" she asked, gesturing to my exhausted, wilted cock. 

"No," I smiled, struggling briefly as I stuffed it back into my pants. "Alright, let's go." 

Getting into the restroom together unnoticed had been pretty straightforward. Getting out? No.

We stepped out...right in front of a stewardess. Shit! 

The blue eyed blonde looked at us disapprovingly. It obviously wasn't the first time she had caught passengers being naughty. 

"I hope you didn't leave a mess in there," she scolded. 

"Not to worry," Grace replied confidently. "I swallow." She didn't even flinch. 

The stewardess paused, then smiled. 

"Okay. Thanks for your...um...consideration. Back to your seats, you two naughty kids." She winked. 

***

Back in our seats, we ate our meal. Grace read, while I had a nap, then she woke me by caressing my crotch. Apparently, she was still hungry. 

With about an hour left in the flight, she took my hand. No misdirection or convoluted meeting plan this time. In an hour, we'd never see any of these people again, so she didn't care, and just dragged me back to the restroom area. 

Once there, she pinned me to the wall, and planted a big wet kiss on my lips. We were making out, pawing each other like horny teenagers, when the stewardess came around the corner. 

"Ahem," she giggled, "get a room, you two!" 

Grace looked at her with a grin. 

"Oh...go ahead,," the pretty blonde relented, rolling her eyes as she opened the lav door. "Don't forget to swallow." 

"Mmmmm, believe me," Grace smiled, stepping in, "I won't forget. His cum is so delicious!" 

I looked at the stewardess, and she smiled back. She winked again as I closed the door and locked it.

When I turned back, Grace was already kneeling on the toilet seat, bent over with her skirt up over her back. Her thong was around her thighs, and she was wagging her rump at me. 

"Come on...whip it out, and fuck me! Give it to me hard!" 

Once you get Grace's motor running, she just doesn't stop. It showed in the padded room at the hospital, and also at the hotel a few days ago. Maybe the wine in first class played a role, too. Either way, she knew what she wanted, and I wasn't going to deny her. 

I unbuckled, unzipped, and freed my nearly ready cock. Rubbing the head between her juicy lips was enough foreplay for her, and I pushed inside, grabbing her hips to take control as I buried it deep in one stroke. 

"Oh fuck, yeah!" she gasped. "Fuck me, honey! Fuck me right here, on this plane, with hundreds of people only feet away! Oh god, we're so bad!" 

I barely started shafting her when she started to shake. She talked herself into cumming, and let out a quivering, squeaky breath of ecstasy. 

"More!" she grunted, through clenched teeth. "Harder!" 

More and harder was exactly what I had in mind. I tightened my grip on her hips, and gave her what she wanted. Long, full, deep strokes, splitting her dripping wet cunt wide open each time, but just gentle enough to muffle the slap of my groin meeting her firm, sexy behind. She came again quickly, and I knew I wouldn't take long either. Her words were true ; we were being bad, and bad is exciting. 

"I'm gonna cum, honey," I hissed, and she lurched forward, pulling her pussy off my spear. She spun, and grabbed my shaft, plunging her mouth over the head a scant second before I exploded, sending another stream of semen down her throat. She sucked, and stroked, and swallowed, while my legs shuddered, and I braced myself against the walls. Even after I was finished, and my cock began to soften, she kept sucking, drawing out the last drops, while cleaning my skin of her own delicious secretions. 

We readjusted our clothes, and stepped out of the restroom. Our new 'friend', the stewardess, was there, smiling. 

"That sounded like fun," she giggled. 

"It was," Grace replied. "He's always fun. I'm sorry if we put you on the spot, but we're in love, and..." 

"I understand," the blonde responded. "I've done it a few times myself," she whispered, "and I like to swallow, too." She exchanged high fives with my future wife, and we walked back to our seats. 

"Is that going to satisfy you for the duration," I asked, whispering in her ear as we walked down the aisle. I stepped into our row, and took my seat. She looked at me over the frames of her glasses. 

"For the flight? Yes," she giggled. "For the day? Not even close. We have an entire apartment to christen. I hope you ate enough." 

"Well, I'd better have more peanuts, then," I laughed, waving at the first class attendant. 

The remainder of the flight was pretty calm, as we cuddled together in our seats. Grace traced her fingers playfully across my chest, and made eyes at me, but other than that, she behaved herself. When I met her, in the hospital, I was only able to get glimpses of the real Grace...the sexy one that showed up away from work. As we got closer, that persona became more prevalent, and now, it was my distinct pleasure to spend all my time with the half of her that openly enjoyed her sexual side. 

We landed, and taxied to the terminal. While waiting for the door to open, the blonde from coach came forward to help see everyone off the plane. As we stood to leave, I saw her whisper in the first class attendant's ear, and flash two fingers at her. The blonde nodded as the other woman looked at her, surprised. 

As we walked out, both flight attendants smiled at us knowingly. 

"Thanks for...flying...with us," the blonde nodded. Grace turned back to glance at me, and giggled. All the way up the jet way. 

***

Grace was still tittering happily when we arrived at her apartment. The taxi driver had been watching us in the back seat, making out for most of the ride. 

She unlocked the door, and welcomed me into her...our...apartment. It was small, with only one bedroom, but that's all we needed. 

As far as settling in goes, I never really got the chance. My sexy nurse was eager to get started with the christening she mentioned, and we spent about an hour fucking in the kitchen, the living room, the bathroom, the walk-in closet, and finally the bedroom. In the interest of neighbour relations, we decided to leave the balcony until after dark. This time, when I came, she wanted it on her tits. 

"There," she panted, playing with the gooey fluids that adorned her big, soft globes. "Now this is officially our home." She smiled at me, and licked her fingers. 

We had a nap, cuddling together in our bed. 

I had a girlfriend. A woman. With whom I now lived, and whom I loved. It couldn't get much better, could it? 

***

We had intentionally made the move in the early summer. Grace wanted me to have time to get registered for the local college, and get acclimated to my new city surroundings. Of course, having me in her bed, at her pleasure, might have had something to do with it too. 

Summer in the west coast mountains is magical. I know when most people hear 'mountains', they picture winter, with skiing and the like. Obviously, if you recall the situation that led to my introduction to my darling older woman, skiing was not my forte. I might be persuaded to try it again, but only because I wanted to see my buxom little ski bunny in her tight pants. Summer had other lures, and she suggested we do one of them on her first days off, after my arrival. 

Hiking had never been high on my list, but then hiking around home back where my parents lived didn't have the vistas that hiking here had, and I'm just talking about the landscape. Add Grace's vista, and mountainous breasts, to the situation, and it was no contest. A-hiking we would go. 

The morning we were planning our first hike together, I woke up alone in bed. The night before had been pretty typical for us, with a couple of hours spent in languid enjoyment of each other's bodies. Still, waking up alone was new for me, as even on days when she was working, there was usually a morning quickie in the cards. I got up, and padded out into the living room. 

"Good morning, honey," she smiled, as I walked into view. I was naked, and my cock was at half mast. "Good morning to your little friend, too," she giggled, patting my dick when I stepped behind her. I wrapped my arms around her waist, and kissed her neck. She was wearing a silky robe, and my hands slid up to cradle her breasts. 

"Mmmmm," she moaned, leaning back against me. Her hands stopped making sandwiches, and landed atop mine, urging me to fondle her further. "You're making it difficult to focus on the hike, baby. It's such a beautiful day outside. Let's not miss it, okay?" She turned in my embrace, and kissed me softly. "Besides, I always liked sex al fresco, and exercise makes me horny, so it's not an either / or proposition."

I had an image of the two of us, dripping sweat as we made love under the warm sun, in front of a mountain lake. 

"Okay, baby," I replied, kissing her back. "I guess I should save my energy, then, shouldn't I?"

"My thoughts exactly. At least it's all downhill on the way home," she smiled. 

Right...less energy required. I'm sure after a hike, and what was sure to be an energetic outdoor fuck, less energy is what I'd have. 

"Why don't you hit the shower, and I'll finish up here," she suggested. 

"You got it," I laughed, getting in one more grope before I left. She laughed, and swatted my bare ass with her hand. 




Goodness Gracious Pt. 04



I ran the shower a little colder than usual, just to keep my libido under control, and dressed for the hike when I got out. I was just finishing, when Grace walked in. She dropped her robe on the bed, and gave me a teasing glance. She knew exactly what her naked body did to me, and what my first thoughts would be. She walked slowly into the bathroom, wiggling her sexy backside at me. 

"I'll only be a few minutes, darling," she said happily. "Could you put our stuff in the packs, while I'm in the shower?"

"Of course, honey," I answered, but just followed her as far as the bathroom doorway. I leaned against the jamb, and watched her step under the stream of warm water. Her eyes were closed, as the shower soaked her hair, cascading over her head and body. She reached out for her scented body wash, and squirted a glob into her hand, then spread the frothy suds over her shoulders. Her hands caressed the now soapy curves of her huge breasts, and when she opened her eyes, she saw me watching her. She smiled softly. 

"I had a feeling you were there," she giggled. 

"Can't help it...I just love looking at you," I replied, but didn't budge. She smiled again, and kept washing herself, before turning into the spray, and rinsing the suds away. They looked as sexy flowing down over her curvaceous form as they did going on. 

"Aren't you supposed to be packing?" she reminded me. I laughed, and left her to finish in private. 

Grace had left me two stacks of items to put in our packs. I assumed the slightly larger pile was mine, and carefully arranged everything inside the bags. I pulled my barely broken-in hiking boots out of the closet, and slipped into them. I went to find my sexy hiking partner. 

I found her, in the bedroom, wiggling her boobs into her neon pink, Victoria's Secret jogging bra, which held those magnificent mammaries out like twin torpedoes. I loved that bra for what it did to her figure, making her already incredible breasts even more prominent, but...getting her out of that thing was harder than escaping a straight jacket. I was going to be trying that after hours of climbing a mountain, when we were all alone, in the middle of nowhere... when I desperately wanted her naked, and my energy was used up. Somehow, that just didn't seem fair. 

She pulled a white t-shirt over top, and tugged her skin tight, stretchy black shorts up over her hips, then turned to look at me. 

"Oh, it's going to be a long, long day, isn't it?" I sighed. She just giggled, and breezed past me into the living room. She put her much more worn boots on, and we grabbed our stuff and headed out. 

***

It was a drive of about forty-five minutes, but we were soon parked and standing, looking way, way, way up...to the top of a long, whispy waterfall, over eleven hundred feet tall. 

"You're fucking kidding, right?" I laughed. 

"Nope. That's where we're going," she smiled, adjusting her baseball cap, and pulling her long ponytail through the back. She picked up her pack, and slipped her arms through the straps. 

Oh my. As if that bra wasn't enough, putting her pack on pulled her shoulders back, and made her breasts look even bigger. She saw the look in my eyes, and stepped closer. 

"It looks a lot higher from down here. The trail is not that tough. I've seen people in their seventies on this hike, so I'm quite sure you can handle it." Her arms went around my neck, and she locked eyes with me. "If you need additional incentive," she whispered, "there's a nice big boulder up there, where I thought we could have lunch, and catch a few rays. I was planning to sunbathe naked, so if you'd like to join me, I suggest you follow." She kissed me softly, and started out. 

There was a reason her boots were worn, and mine weren't. She did this quite often, and despite my longer legs, she was on point every step of the way. That wasn't a totally bad thing, though. Being behind her let me watch her behind, as it wiggled with every step. We stopped several times for water and to take a breather. As we worked up a sweat, her shirt became more and more transparent, and her pink bra showed through. Before long, the thin cotton was plastered to her every curve, but she didn't slow down one bit. 

We saw a few other people on the trail, some going our way, whom we passed, and others on their way down. At last, she stopped at a fork in the trail. 

"Okay," she smiled, calling out over the roar of rushing water that told me of our proximity to the falls. "Obviously, this way leads to the face of the falls," she pointed to the sound, "and up there is where most people go, to end their hike, but..." she winked, "... if we go this way, another ten minutes, we'll have some privacy. What do you say?" 

I was breathing pretty hard, but I could probably survive another ten minutes, especially if the prize was naked lunch / sex / sunbathing. Maybe a nap, too. I nodded, and fell in behind her. 

This portion of the trail really wasn't a trail, and I followed as she picked her way through trees, around fallen rock, and up a crevice in the face. Finally, I stepped up over the edge, onto a wide, smooth ledge bathed in sunshine, and looked out over the inlet. The view was worth the trip. 

We were now at least twelve hundred feet above the ocean below. Across the inlet, perhaps ten miles away, were mountains like the one we were on, some five thousand feet high, and still dappled by snow in their craggy faces, despite the summer heat. The water between was a blueish green, and populated with a few small islands, really little more than big rocks that broke the surface, and supported a small group of trees. One large Island loomed, looking like a giant hammer had flattened one end of its high peak. It was incredibly beautiful. 

"How you doing, honey?" the voice beside me said, and I turned to see Grace's smiling face. "You did it! Your first real hike." She looked out over the water, and added, "Now you know why I love it here. So beautiful." 

"Even better with you to share it with," I replied. It sounded like a line, but I was already sure to get laid, so lines weren't required. Besides, it was true. I felt her hand caress my ass, then my crotch, and a playful, sexy expression crossed her face. 

"I told you before...exercise makes me horny. All those endorphines, running loose...I usually just masturbate when I'm here alone, but now I've got you to quench my thirst for sex."

I pictured my lovely lady...body slick with sweat, glistening in the sun...her fingers plunging into her gaping pussy as she brought herself to a rollicking orgasm. I could almost hear her screams echoing through the trees. 

While I was lost in that image, Grace had discarded her pack, and was kneeling in front of me, extricating my rapidly hardening cock from my shorts. She quickly gobbled it down. 

"Mmmmm," she smiled, once she had it fully erect. "Extra sweaty seasoning. Yummy!" Her mouth opened wide, and plunged over the shaft again, banging the brim of her cap against me. She flipped the hat away in irritation, and looked up at me, an apology in her eyes. "Sowwwy," she mumbled around her mouthful. 

My endorphines were running wild, too, and as I enjoyed my first mountainside blowjob in this idyllic setting, I could feel the cauldron bubbling. Grace bobbed her head lovingly, alternately looking up into my eyes, or at my shaft, shining wetly in the sunshine, covered with her saliva. She moaned softly, over and over. When my hands found her head, and my hips began to thrust into her mouth, she moaned louder, and grabbed my ass with both hands. 

My excitement took over, and I started to fuck her face. A wet 'gwock, gwock, gwock' sound escaped her lips, so loud in the relative silence, and so erotic. The fuse was lit. A few more strokes into her throat, and I exploded. 

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YESSSS!" I bellowed, gushing into her mouth. I had two handfuls of her hair, and was pressed hard into her throat. She gagged, and pushed against my thighs, coughing up cum and saliva as I realized what I was doing and released her head. She sat back, and the last few spurts of cum landed on her chest. Her eyes were teary, and she coughed again, cum running down her chin. 

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry, honey," I said, kneeling in front of her. My legs were wobbly anyway, but I needed to see to her. She coughed again. 

"It's okay, baby," she croaked, clearing her throat. "Just caught me off guard. I like it when you take charge like that, and fuck my throat. I just wasn't ready for it." She scooped the slimy river from her neck, and licked her fingers. "Still delicious. Can't let it go to waste."

Now that I knew she was alright, and not angry with me, the post-orgasmic wave hit me, and I laid on my side, suddenly drained. I watched her clean up the mess, even getting the globs off her t-shirt, before turning and licking the residue from my wilted soldier. Then she stood up, and peeled her sweat soaked shirt off, followed by the jogging bra, allowing her big tits to bounce free in the sunshine. Finally, she skinned her shorts over her hips, and stepped out of them. 

"Going to do some laundry," she smiled. "I'll be right back, and then we'll eat...your choice of what you eat," she giggled, running a finger between her legs. She pressed the dripping digit to my lips, and I tasted her musky sweetness. Another smile, and she walked away, toward the creek that fed the waterfall. Her naked body, clad only in her boots, held my full attention until she disappeared around a small boulder. 

I sat up, and shed my pack, digging the water out for a drink. I had just stuffed my dick back into my pants, when I heard a shriek. 

Struggling to my feet, I ran in Grace's direction. Around the boulder, I found her boots and glasses, sitting neatly on a waterside rock. I didn't see her at first, but then the motion under the small waterfall that fed this pool caught my eye. My cock immediately noticed, and hardened despite having been discharged only a few minutes ago. 

Grace was standing in waist deep water, while the deluge from ten feet above splashed over her head. She saw me looking, and smiled, waving her hand. The other hand held her clothes. With her long, dark hair and sumptuous curves, she looked like a tropical wahine, bathing in a jungle stream...except this water was ice cold. She'd had enough, and walked carefully over to climb out. She was one giant goosebump. 

"Oooooooooo, that's refreshing!" she shuddered, her teeth chattering, as she handed me her wet laundry, and took my hand, stepping out of the water. She still had her socks on, and sat on a rock to remove them. 

"Sorry about the scream," she giggled, "but that water is fucking cold!" 

"No shit," I laughed, gesturing to her nipples, which were puckered so tightly, they were almost purple...and an inch tall. She laughed, and flicked them. 

"Twang!" she sang, but they remained fully erect, and surrounded by goose flesh that looked almost painful. "A few minutes in the sun, and I'll be just fine," she smiled, picking up her boots and glasses, and walking back toward our gear. I followed, wringing out her clothes as I went. 

She picked up our packs, and walked up a few feet higher, to where there was a flatter spot. It even had some moss to cushion the hard stone. 

"Give me your clothes, baby," she smiled, as she put our stuff down. "I'll go rinse them out, then we can have lunch."

She had a point. My shirt was stiffening as the sun dried the sweat. It would be much more comfortable after rinsing it out, so I stripped as well. She toddled back off to the stream, and by the time she got back, I had unpacked our lunch. She arranged the wet clothes on an angled face of bare rock to dry, and sat beside me. 

Naked in the sun, on the side of a mountain. It somehow felt right, and primitive, like we were the only two people on earth. Her goosebumps waned in the warm rays, and soon her nipples resumed their 'normal' stature, still erect, but less of a threat to put an eye out. She smiled, and laid back on the carpet of thick, green padding. 

"I like this. Always have...but it's much better with you at my side," she whispered reverently, as though to preserve the silence. 

"I agree, honey," I replied quietly, gazing at her recumbent form. She looked up at me expectantly. I leaned down, and kissed her gently. She returned it with tender passion, and wrapped me in her arms. I had a feeling lunch would have to wait. 

We laid on our sides, embracing gently, and nibbling on each other playfully. I caressed and fondled her left breast, while she tugged on my cock, urging it to grow so she could make use of it. It was working, but I had other ideas. I rolled her onto her back, and slid down her body. 

"Ooooo, you want an appetizer?" she giggled, spreading her thighs wide. She lifted her legs, and gripped behind her knees, opening the buffet for business. Her long, thick labia opened like the petals of a sexy orchid, displaying her pink interior, wet with juices I was eager to taste. "Eat my pussy, baby. Fuck me with your tongue. Suck my clit. I love it when you make me cum like this."

I laid on my belly on the warm, smooth rock, and gazed at her beautiful pussy, spread wide open for me to inspect, both visually and with my fingers and tongue. She was trying to see over her breasts, and watching me, anticipating my touch. 

I licked her...a long, slow, pass of my tongue, from her little pink asshole, up to her clit. She groaned, and laid her head back on the moss. My fingers dipped gently into her gaping hole, while I fluttered my tongue over her clit repeatedly. She moaned again, and panted as I continued the attack. My fingers were dragging her plentiful juices out as I plumbed her depths, and a trickle of fluid collected on her rosebud. I licked it clean, and she groaned again, shuddering slightly. 

"Oh yes," she hissed. "Do it, baby! Eat my pussy and ass!" 

This was new. I hadn't played with her butt hole before, and she never mentioned it, but now it appeared that she wasn't against having her tight little ass pleasured. 

I pulled a well lubricated finger out of her vagina, and rubbed it across her asshole as a test. She groaned louder again, and her legs shook in her grasp. While I licked her clit, and plucked at her rim with the fingertip, I listened to her purr happily. Pressing my finger tighter, her voice rose in pitch, but she didn't say stop, so I kept going, until it popped in through the tight sphincter. 

"Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck," she hissed, as I started to finger her ass deeper, while still sucking her clit. I could feel her muscles grabbing at my probing digit, and her hips were squirming. "MmmmmwwwahhhhNNNNNNNNN! OH FUCK, YESSSS! I'M CUMMMMMMMING!" Her screams echoed off the rock, across the valley below. 

She gushed in my mouth, sending excess juices trickling over her ass, where I kept exploring deeper. My tongue dipped into her pussy, tasting the sweet honey she was oozing, then moved back to tease her clit again. Grace was very verbose, and very loud, shrieking at the top of her lungs. 

"YES, BABY! FINGER MY ASS! I LOVE IT! MAKE ME CUM AGAINNNNN! AH, YESSSS!" 

She lost her grip on her quaking legs as she came again, and they fell around my shoulders. She arched and twisted, dislodging my tongue from her pussy, but not my finger from her butt. When her body relaxed, she was gasping for breath. 

"Out...please... Take it...out." I did as she asked, pulling it out gently. "Thank you...oh...wow...wow...my ass...I never...wow!" 

I crawled back up beside her, and she kissed me, her eyes unfocused and dreamy after the two quick orgasms. We cuddled in the sun, and she recovered just as quickly. 

"Okay, I think we'd better eat some lunch, because I don't think either of us can carry the other all the way down this mountain," she smiled, sitting up, and reaching for the big bundle of sandwiches. She opened it up, and handed me one, before starting to devour her own. Then she stood, and walked over to our drying clothes, checking them. She turned a few pieces over, and looked back toward me. 

I was watching her intently, eating my sandwich, with a huge erection standing straight up. I couldn't help it. She was just so damn sexy, and when she walks around naked like this, my body just reacts. She smiled, and sauntered back, making sure her breasts swayed and bobbled enticingly. With half her sandwich on one hand, she dipped her head, and sucked my cock for a few seconds. Then she straddled me. 

"I hope this is okay," she giggled, nibbling her sandwich while she lowered her pussy over my cock. "I'll have my dessert and my lunch at the same time." 

That heavenly vagina of hers wrapped snugly around my shaft, and she undulated her hips to settle down the last inch or so. 

Now I completely understood why older women often wanted younger lovers. Grace was in her insatiable sexual prime, and even I was having difficulty keeping up with her desires, at times. 

I laid back, letting her ride me slowly, while eating my own sandwich. She was giving me this playful smirk, occasionally shaking her breasts intentionally to tease me. I reached up, and pinched her nipples, making her giggle and slap my hands away. She finished her sandwich, and reached for another one, dangling her ripe melons in my face as she did, so I latched on tight, suckling her left nipple like a ravenous infant. 

Lunch was effectively put on hold, and full blown fucking broke out. I released her nipple, and rested my head on the moss, watching her impale herself repeatedly, with great zeal, on my cock. Her huge globes shook wildly, and her eyes burned with a lusty fire. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, this is soooooo much more fun than masturbating by myself!" she smiled. 

I had to agree with her on that. This was more fun. I caressed her softly all over, while she continued to ride me hard. She leaned back on her hands, opening her chest to the sky, and silhouetting those big, beautiful, bouncing tits against the pale blue above. 

"Oh my god!" I gasped, taking in the view above me. Grace was, without a doubt, my dream girl. With her long hair flowing in the breeze, she looked down at me with those big brown eyes, her pouty lips ajar in ecstasy. She was so pretty, and innocent, from the neck up...and built like a wanton sexpot from there down. She also knew how to use that body to maximum effect. Who could possibly want more?

"Oh, shit!" she gasped, tilting her head back once more. "NghaaAAGAIN!"

Her body quaked and shuddered as the orgasm hit her, and I leaned up to support her through it. As the wave passed, I pulled her back down, to rest on my chest. I felt the pressure of her breasts wax and wane with her tortured breathing, until she caught up, and relaxed. 

"I think we'd better stop, or I won't survive the hike down," she sighed, easing off my erection. She cuddled beside me, kissing my neck with gentle gratitude. 

We laid there, naked in the sun, for perhaps another ten minutes, before she spoke again. 

"I love you, Brian," she whispered. 

"I love you too, Grace," I smiled, wrapping her tighter in my arms. 

"I need to tell you something," she continued, "about my past...just so you hear it from me, not through gossip. I want to be totally honest with you."

I admit, her language had me a little bit worried, but then again, the past was past. It couldn't hurt me if I didn't want it to. 

"Okay, honey," I breathed. "Go ahead." 

She took a deep breath, and held it for a few seconds, before letting it out slowly. 

"I, um...you remember when you asked me why I chose you?" she began. I nodded. "I told you that I didn't want to be hit on by doctors who thought they were God's gift to women?" 

"Yes, I remember." 




Goodness Gracious Pt. 04



"Well, the truth is that I...I wasn't, um...that wasn't always the case. When I first started as a nurse, I was, well...to put it bluntly...I was a slut. I knew that the doctors had all the power, and I wanted the best shifts, so, I, uh... " she paused, and sat up, to look at me directly. "I spent a lot of time on my knees, sucking the cock of whomever I thought could get me what I wanted. At least, that's the way it started. I would fuck anyone to get ahead. I know that sounds terrible, and it was even worse when I started to enjoy it, just for the sake of the sex. The doctors began to view fucking me as just a regular part of a shift at the hospital. I had a reputation, but was too dumb to see it."

I was stunned, but that did explain a lot. Like how she became such a hellion in the bedroom, the world's greatest cocksucker, and so confident in her sexuality. It didn't change how I felt about her, though. She may have been my angel, but I didn't expect her to be angelic. 

"So, I eventually woke up. I realized that I hated what I had become, and decided to change things. I would no longer be a pushover."

"That must have been difficult," I said, touching her hand softly. 

"The decision was easy," she giggled. "The hard part was getting the doctors to stop groping me anytime they felt like it, like it was their right to continue, whether I was willing or not. I suppose I earned that, after years of being known as the easiest lay in the hospital. It would have been easier to just go with it, and let them have me, but I didn't want to live that way anymore."

I pulled her to me, and kissed her softly. Telling me this could not have been easy, either. I could feel her nervous quiver easing as I held her. 

"Gradually, the message got through, and they started to behave themselves around me. I still get the occasional one taking liberties, but I only have to tell them once. I started looking for what I wanted, and never quite got it right...until you."

I was about to ask exactly what she wanted, when she answered my unspoken question. 

"Baby...you make me feel just the perfect mix of 'lusted after sex object', and 'respected, loved friend and partner'. I love the way you look at me when you want me, yet I know there's so much more between us than just sex. I know you love me, and that's why I love you."

Funny, when she started to tell the story of her promiscuous past, I didn't think I'd be shedding happy tears with her when she finished. We held each other, kissing passionately, for several minutes, until she broke away. 

"We should get moving, honey," she whispered, stroking my face with love. "It will take us at least an hour and a half to get down, even if it is all downhill. Our clothes should be dry, and we're both getting a little pink from the sun. I promise to take good care of you when we get home," she winked, licking her lips suggestively. 

She was right. Again. 

I packed up our stuff again, while watching her struggle into her bra again, harnessing that incredible rack for the journey. She dressed quickly enough to be waiting for me while I tied my boots, and pulled her ponytail through the back of her cap with a nod, leading the way. 

Climbing the mountain had been exhausting, and made my legs burn with the effort. Descending was much easier on the wind, but since my legs were already worn out, I found it harder to stay upright, and had to concentrate on the placement of each step to avoid a nasty spill or twisted ankle. Still, it was a quicker trip, and we reached the lower parking lot just in time. My knees had developed a mind of their own, and were quite wobbly. It's a good thing she was driving. 

I reclined my seat, and closed my eyes, feeling the rhythmic left, right, left, left, down, right, up, left...of the twisty coastal road. It was hypnotic, and relaxing, nearly lulling me to sleep, until I felt Grace's hand gently caressing my crotch. I rolled my head in her direction, and saw her smiling at me. 

"Just making sure I didn't kill you," she giggled. 

"Not yet," I groaned, "but it was a nice effort." 

She did take good care of me, as promised, when we got home. She sucked what was left of my brains out through my cock, and left me unconscious in our bed. She had to wake me for dinner. 

Maybe I'd do better on our next hike. 

***

It didn't take us long to come to the conclusion that, while her bed was big enough for two, the apartment was not. We started looking for something bigger, with at least two bedrooms...not that there were any thoughts of a second bed. The extra room would become our office / study / library, where I could do my schoolwork. 

The search was pretty short, as the third place we looked at checked all the boxes, and even a couple we didn't ask for. It was closer to school for me, and had a nice view, looking out over the forest of the downtown park. We had two weeks to pack up and move, which really means packing her stuff, since most of mine was still in boxes. 

Moving day itself was pretty simple, as we just left it to the company we hired. They loaded up the truck, while we watched, and then Grace went ahead to the new apartment to take receipt of our new bed, and the keys. Her old bed would have worked fine, but she decided that she wanted a new, bigger mattress for a new relationship, and bought us a nice big King to 'sleep' on. 

When I arrived, with the movers, Grace was there with the superintendent. He walked over to shake my hand. 

"I was just telling your mother about the amenities in the area," he said, oblivious to his insult. 

Mother? Oh, she's not going to like that, I thought. 

"Actually," I replied, as evenly as I could, "my mother is two thousand miles away. Grace is my fiancé." 

He sputtered an apology, and beat a rapid retreat, leaving us alone. The movers made short work of shuttling the boxes up into the apartment, and finally departed. The door closed behind them, and I went in search of my darling. I found her in the bedroom, laying in the middle of our new bed, staring at the ceiling. 

"Mother? Really?" she giggled. She thumped the mattress in exasperation. 

"First off...he's old. He probably couldn't see you that well. Second...who cares what he thinks," I smiled. "The only opinion that matters is mine, and I love you." 

"Yes!" she laughed, rolling up on her elbow, and looking at me. She raised an eyebrow. "Fiancé? Is there something we need to discuss?" she smiled. 

"No pressure, honey," I replied, moving over to join her on the bed. "I just thought it would convey our intent better than 'girlfriend'."

"I'm not complaining," she said, laying back again. She unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a black bra that was struggling to contain her breasts. 

"I guess we'd better get started christening this place, hadn't we?" she breathed. 

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