Sitting on the bed in my hospital room, fully dressed, cock already twitching. Heart pounding like a teen waiting for his first crush. I’m old enough to be her grandpa, but fuck, this excitement devours me. Sophie, my young nurse, just out of her teens, owns me. Yesterday she proved my dick still works. Today, I’m obsessed. Fear grips me—she might not come, might laugh off our dirty deal, replace herself to dodge my leering eyes.
Door slams shut. Hard heels click arrogantly on tile. Not her usual soft steps. Panic surges. Is she cold now? Sending someone else? Then her scent hits—musky, feminine. Relief floods me. She’s here. Head up, there she is. Makeup subtle but killer: rosy cheeks, purple lips begging to suck, eyeliner popping those hazel eyes with green flecks. Skirt shorter, slit flashing sheer-stockinged thighs, skin glowing.
The Awakening
She hesitates, eyes scanning for my signal. Power surges—I control this. No note out? She waits on me. But there it is, folded on the windowsill. She grabs it, stands close, voice husky: ‘If you want, today I can show you more…’ Her tight little asshole, she means. Tempting as hell, but no.
My throat tightens. ‘I’d love that, but today… I want your tits.’ Words choke out, boyish, filthy. ‘Show me slow. Go topless the whole time you’re here.’ Heat’s thick, humid. She turns, locks eyes, unbuttons her blouse. Cleavage plunges deep. Bra slips off. Boom—full, heavy tits spill free. Creamy, transparent lace gone. Nipples perk in the air.
I lean in, no touch allowed. Her scent hits hard—sweat in that deep cleavage, like warm milk from full udders. Absurd, she’s not knocked up, but damn, it smells real. Tits jiggle as she preps meds, firm yet soft, begging for hands, mouth. I inhale deep, dizzy with need.
The Act
‘Magnificent,’ I rasp. ‘Better than dreams. Lucky kid or man gets to suck ’em.’ She blushes, eyes flick away. I see it— she loves my gaze, my dirty praise. Not just a game. ‘Don’t blush, beauty. You’ve had lovers’ mouths on those fat nipples, right? Women need it.’ Silence, thick.
‘You got a boyfriend?’ Ballsy question. ‘Yes,’ she whispers, ashamed. Fuck, she’s cheating on him with this? Turns me on more. Tits shift, sway hypnotically as she moves.
She dresses slow, blows a kiss from her palm. ‘Tomorrow?’ Irony or tease? My life’s waiting now. She leaves, ass swaying. Reality crashes back—sick old perv, young slut playing dangerous. But the thrill lingers. I pushed further. Tomorrow, more skin, more secrets. Her ass, her stories. This taboo’s just starting. No regrets. Pure, guilty bliss.