HOUSE CALLS - 6 By Jackie
Jim selected one of his white shirts and donned the trousers of his blue suit. While brushing his hair he realized he needed a hair cut--badly.
Oh well,' he thought not today.'
If he waited for things to be perfect it wouldn't happen. Mister Cornaveau was determined not to loose his momentum. He went into the study, where he felt most professional. He had hardly been in the small room with the desk and chair, walls lined with bookshelves, in the last year. Jim set the free standing shaving mirror on the desk beside the phone and looked at his reflection. Freshly shaven and hair neatly combed, if a little raggedy, he thought his eyes looked as clear as they had in months.
The former Automotive Engineer dialed the number of Montgomery Motors with butterflies trying to fight their way out of his gut at about the same time as Kimberly Reynolds was applying her lips to his wife's tit. Jim connected with Michelle Woznouski. Looking at himself in the shaving mirror he forced a smile and said,
"Tom Bogdan, please."
"May I say who is calling?" were the words that came from Michelle's sweet and oh so talented mouth.
"Jim Cornaveau," the smile came easier after listening to the cheerful voice of Montgomery Motors stress relief toy.
I bet she's smiling,' Jim thought. You really CAN hear it in a person's voice.'
Moments passed and the butterflies turned into humming birds, or maybe even sea gulls.
"Tom Bogdan." When he heard the rich baritone voice he began to shake and almost hung up. Straining to keep a positive look on his face since smiling seemed to be well beyond his capacity at that moment, he answered.
"Mister Bogdan, my name is Jim Cornaveau; I believe you're acquainted with my wife."
`Cornaveau... Cornaveau...' Tom searched his vast repository of names but wasn't connecting.
"How can I help you mister Cornaveau?" the majority owner of Montgomery Motors asked hoping a connection would come out of the reply.
Jim heard the complete lack of recognition in his voice and again was tempted to terminate the call. The reflection he saw in the mirror was the unshaven, disheveled dispirited man he had been little more than an hour ago.
`I can't go back there... I won't!'
"My wife Patricia is working for your wife. She told me that you'd suggested that I give you a call." The lights that went on were blinding.
`Patricia Cornaveau...' the image that came to the large black man's mind was of the petit brunette's magnificent rack and his dick twitched.
He was immediately ashamed of himself; he was talking to the woman's husband after all. If it had been a customer, the connection would have been instantaneous. Sitting in his office, the list of social contacts and people he knew only through his wife were stored in a closed compartment of his brain. Now that the data base was opened the conversation came flooding back.
"Yeah, yeah you're an Automotive Engineer right?" Tom's voice became more animated, almost excited. Jim was pleased to hear the statement using the present tense.
"That's right," he confirmed.
"Your wife... Patty isn't it, said you were looking for a job," the statement wasn't one hundred percent accurate but it was close enough.
"I might be," Jim responded trying to portray a confidence he didn't feel. The face in the mirror wasn't smiling.
"Are you working now?" the question hit the unemployed and depressed man like a body blow. Jim fought the feelings of uselessness that threatened to overwhelm him, and send him crawling back to his bed.
`No point in lying' he concluded.
"No... No I'm not."
"I'd like to meet with you... are you free for lunch today?"
Jim was tempted to say `Let me check my calendar'; knowing there was nothing on it--past, present or future. The thought amused him and he found that he was now sporting a big grin.
"Absolutely!" he assured the car dealership owner, hoping he didn't sound too anxious.
"Great!" the black man returned with real enthusiasm.
"How about `The Black Angus'... say around twelve-thirty?"
Jim shifted his brain into a mode it hadn't been in for a long time.
`Twelve-thirty... that's less than an hour... I don't have a car... it'll take longer than that to get downtown from here by public transit at this time of day.'
"It'd have to be more like one. Ya see my car's still over at your wife's office and the bus..."
"I'll come and pick you up," Tom offered. "After lunch I can drop you over at Delia's place so you can pick up your wheels... before that prick landlord of hers has it towed."
"If you're sure it's not too much trouble," the unemployed engineer was elated at the lengths to which the car dealer was willing to go.
"Just give me directions and I'll be out the door in ten minutes," the booming baritone promised.
Jim struggled to swallow his excitement so he could give the man a logical route.
When he hung up the phone and headed for the bedroom to choose a tie. He felt like he was walking on air. He couldn't remember when he'd felt this good or this nervous.
Patricia backed out of the Reynolds driveway. She'd done her best to clean up but she was still a mess. Her skirt was rumpled and there were pussy juice stains on the front of her blouse from trying to open it after fingering the teenager to her first climax.
My next appointment's not until one... I gotta go home and change' she concluded. It'll be tight but if I'm a couple of minutes late it's not the end of the world.'
Swinging onto the expressway she couldn't help reviewing her first insurance exam.
`What a morning! I tried to stay professional... I really did! I did amazingly well with the boy. I didn't know I had that much self-control.'
She would have been thoroughly proud of herself if it hadn't been for that last minute indiscretion.
`If I hadn't jerked him off at the very end... I would have been completely innocent... in spite of him blowing a massive load during the examination of his penis. That wasn't my fault. But with the girl... oh my God you really lost it with her!'
Patty felt her nipple begin to tingle as she recalled the pubescent mouth tugging on it. That tingling spawned a knot in her pussy and the term sex-a-holic resurfaced in her mind. Despite the able assist by the sixteen year old her last climax had come at her own hand.
You know that never completely satisfies you,' she rationalized. If only Jim would...' she'd had that thought so many times in the past year(and more) that she forced it away. `And how come you're so turned on by women now?'
The picture that forced itself on her was of Delia's dark colorful pussy hovering over her face as she lay on the boardroom table. That image brought back the memory of the other part of that scenario. Simone the tantalizing seamstress between her legs... zhe air mon chère... Come by zhe shop and I weel feex eet for you.'
Patty squirmed against the leather seat of the Grand Marquis and bit her lip as she turned into her own driveway.
The traveling nurse ran to her door as best she could in the wedge heeled pumps. She was in the bedroom stripping off her soiled blouse when she realized her husband was nowhere to be seen. Her stomach immediately knotted.
`Where is he?' she wondered fretfully as she continued to undress. "Jim... honey I'm home" she called out loudly; no response.
In the bathroom naked she quickly but thoroughly washed herself. The soapy washcloth on her still needy vulva sent electric pulses out to her nipples.
`No time for that and no time to look for him,' she decided as she dressed in the white undies, blue suit and white oxford blouse.
She glanced out the window into the back yard as she scurried toward the front door, already knowing he wasn't there. Back in the driveway she looked down the street.
`Maybe he went for a walk,' she thought also knowing that was very unlikely. She was back on the expressway as Tom and Jim sat down in the steak house.
Delia strode through the lobby of her office, at an aggressive clip as usual. Jennifer looked up as her boss flashed by with only the briefest nod. As soon as she reached her desk she dialed her husband's number.
"Hi Michelle, get Tom for me please," she said to the versatile secretary.
"Oh sorry missus `B' you just missed him. I think he had a lunch date," the skinny girl informed her.
"Shit!" the Halle Berry look-alike cursed. "I wanted to have lunch with him."
She was already imagining her husband's stiffness stretching her.
"Are you sure? Maybe I should try his cell."
"Yeah... he said he was going to pick up some guy named Cornwall or Cornelius... I don't know corn something or other."
"Cornaveau," Delia corrected.
"Yeah; that's it. I'm afraid he's already got a lunch companion... but I'm free" the nymph giggled.
Missus Bogdan's very active sex drive shifted gears seamlessly. Two images rode over top of each other in her mind. The first was Cindy Peterson's sloppy pussy, and the second was Patty Cornaveau looking up from the boardroom table between her wide open thighs. The imaginary feel of a lapping tongue on her clit replaced the full sensation she associated with Tom's dick.
`That'll work!' she concluded.
"You're on!" Bogdan and Associates CEO said. "I'll pick you up in about twenty minutes."
"You're serious?" Michelle returned skeptically.
"Damn straight" Delia said; "be ready." She meant that in more ways than one.
Michelle hung up the phone and noticed how her hand was shaking. She knew that whenever missus B' wanted to have lunch with her husband it really meant a nooner'.
`Did the fact that she's willing to have me stand-in for him include that part?'
The idea thrilled the pixie right between her very slim legs.
She headed for the washroom to freshen up feeling the nipples that were too large for her little titties begin to tingle.
Missus Bogdan wondered if she was setting herself up for disappointment. No--worse than that... sexual frustration. She really didn't know for sure if Michelle was into girls or not. When her husband hadn't been available she'd invited the cute young woman pretty much on a whim.
`Maybe I should have stuck with Jenny... that's a sure thing--slam dunk. Nah, you can have that anytime; every time... I need variety' the gorgeous black woman concluded as she swung into the familiar car dealership customer parking.
`You're taking a chance of being left high and dry... actually, it definitely won't be dry,' she snickered as her lunch date came out of the showroom, heading for her car. Her panties were still quite damp from her morning adventure.
Michelle could have easily passed for sixteen with her dark hair in her pig-tails. Delia thought she looked about fourteen. The illusion was promoted by the secretary's very modest bust development and otherwise petit build.
"I hope you've got ID with you `cause there's not a bartender in the country who'll serve you without it," Delia cautioned as the exited the car lot.
"Of course" Michelle assured her. "When you look as young as I do ya gotta be prepared all the time."
There were lots of restaurants closer but missus Bogdan had a particular fondness for the café across the street from her office. She parked in her designated spot in her office building parking lot and the lunch companions threaded their way through traffic to the other side of the road. If it weren't for the color difference they might have been mistaken for mother and daughter. As a matter of fact, Delia was technically old enough to be Michelle's mother.
As predicted when they ordered the waiter asked to see the pig-tailed cutie's ID. He looked at it very carefully as if he still didn't believe it, and was examining the driver's license for signs that it was forged.
Michelle proved her conversational skill as well as her intuition about people by asking Delia how her business was going. The two women hadn't exchanged more than a half a dozen sentences in a row in the two years they'd been acquainted. Tom had hired her practically right out of college, and time had proved that it was a good decision.
Because of their open marriage and verbal pre-nuptial agreement not to keep secrets missus Bogdan was aware of her lunch guest's oral skills. Tom had told her a few months after he hired the pixie that as good a secretary-receptionist as she was, she was an even better cock-sucker. It wasn't her mate's first extramarital tryst and there was no reason for it to be his last.
Tom and Delia were so comfortable and confident in their love for each other that they were able to separate sex as a natural bodily function. Delia by her own choice did not mess around with other men; just women. Tom on the other hand, had no desire to engage in sexual activity with other men but took advantage of his opportunities to get some strange pussy with his wife's blessings. It was a good thing because with both of them having a much higher than normal sex drive they'd have probably worn each other out and gotten bored in no time without some external resources. It was not being able to find a mate who was willing to indulge their carnal proclivity that kept them single so long. They were made for each other.
"The thing that's keeping us hopping at the moment is doing physical exams for life insurance applicants," Delia told the Montgomery Motor's secretary between bites of her veggie wrap.
"I got life insurance a couple of years ago," Michelle confided. "Because of my age and medical history they didn't require a medical."
"Most people don't get a check up often enough," the black nurse commented washing down her last mouthful with the chardonnay she liked so much.
"When was the last time you had a full check up?" Bogdan and Associate's CEO asked, formulating a plan.
The young woman with the pig-tails across the table thought for a moment.
"Probably when I started college," she eventually answered.
"That's what, four years ago?" Delia calculated.
"Closer to five," the nymph corrected munching the last of her fries.
"Ya see! That's what I mean. Why have you let it go so long?"
"I don't know. I guess its just one of those things... if you're feeling OK ya kinda don't think about it," the younger woman said thoughtfully.
"You really should have a thorough check up," Delia tightened her noose.
"You're right," Michelle agreed. "I don't even know if I can remember the name of the last doctor I saw; wouldn't know where to look for his number."
"You don't have to go and see a strange doctor. I could do it for you right in my office." The black nurse was on pins and needles waiting for a reaction.
`Here we go,' Michelle thought.
She'd been wondering how or if missus B' was going to approach the topic of sex. She knew more than a little about the Bogdan's marriage from her boss. She wasn't sure if it could be called pillow talk, when there were never any pillows, aside from the seat cushion of his desk chair. Mister B' had given her the picture in broad strokes so she wouldn't be nervous or embarrassed around Delia. Included in the overview had been the tid-bit that his wife liked to make out with other women. The idea thrilled his secretary far more than Tom ever knew.
Miz Woznouski had been bi curious since about the tenth grade but no serious opportunities had ever presented themselves. Knowing that missus `B' was freely bi sexual the pixie had wished for a chance to tryout the forbidden pleasures of girl on girl lovin'. She didn't see much of the boss's wife and when she did she'd never quite figured out how to get started. Now here it was; landing in her lap so to speak.
"Could you really? I mean would you?" Michelle asked; trying not to sound as excited as she was.
"I certainly will," the black nurse assured her lunch guest.
Michelle noticed the difference in the way her gorgeous host was looking at her.
"W--when could you do it?"
"How about right now?" Delia waved at the waiter who waved back. She got up and took Michelle's hand.
"Don't you have to pay?" the girl said rising to her feet.
"They know me here. When I'm in a hurry they just run a tab and I look after it the next time." As she spoke the nurse was on her way to the door almost dragging her husband's secretary behind her.
They crossed the busy street with amazing ease and Delia was still towing her lunch date when they entered the reception area of the office.
"Hold my calls," she said to Jenny who popped her head above the counter in front of her desk.
The receptionist - girl Friday caught sight of the look on Michelle's face. It was a smile, but it was like the smile of a kid on the way up the first hill of the biggest rollercoaster in the amusement park.
Inside Exam 1 the nurse and CEO closed the door, turned to her patient and said,
"I'll need you to get completely undressed for me."
Michelle felt her stomach do a back flip. It was happening so fast. Delia started opening drawers and cupboards of the counter top that occupied most of one wall. She turned back to the very young looking woman and said,
"There don't seem to be any gowns... you're not shy; are you?"
It made Patty nervous to be passing almost everything on the expressway but she was in a hurry. She'd only taken the briefest glance at her second appointment that morning, figuring she'd have plenty of time to look at her afternoon over lunch. Ain't it funny how time slips away? Fortunately she had at least had the forethought to program all the addresses for the day into the luxury car's GPS. The fabulous little device took her directly to the door with no difficulty whatsoever.
Sitting in front of the house, which was considerably more upscale than the Reynolds' very comfortable home, the traveling nurse called up the file on her PDA.
The family name was Howard; the specific client was missus Tanya Howard, born in sixty-five.
`She's seven years older than me... about three years older than Delia,' the nurse tried to get a sense of her patient.
Scanning down the application there was nothing remarkable in her medical history but one thing did catch the nurse's eye. Husband--Bruce--deceased; it didn't say when.
Satisfied she had all the preliminary information she needed, Patty retrieved her exam bag from the trunk and made her way to the stately front door. She immediately assumed that the red hair on the tall woman who answered was not her natural shade.
Missus Howard smiled but looked a little nervous as she invited missus Cornaveau in. Patty ignored the impressive entry hall and took stock of her client instead. The woman's full figure befitted her age. The nurse thought the legs showing below the hem of the turquoise sundress looked like those of a dancer; former dancer.
"It's usually best to conduct the examination in a bedroom" she recited from her script.
A look of some surprise crossed her client's face.
"I... I thought this was just a formality... that's what the agent said," the older woman commented as she started up the stairs.
"Actually, Independent Life has a rather extensive qualification physical," Patricia informed the woman she was following.
The curvy nurse with the chestnut hair tied in a bun was mildly ashamed of herself for admiring her client's butt wiggling provocatively under her dress.
In the bedroom missus Howard turned to face her. Patty felt her throat seize up.
How long is it gonna take me to be able to walk into people's homes and after greeting them for two minutes, casually order them to strip.' Then she excused herself, it's only your second appointment... it's bound to get easier.' Trying to swallow saliva she didn't have she said,
"Remove your dress for me please."
Patty used the ruse of rummaging through her examination kit again to avoid staring at the woman as she undressed. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the woman blush and hesitate a moment.
"I... I'm not wearing a bra," her client said nervously as she reached up behind her back for the zipper. The confession was quite unnecessary since the fact would be obvious in a few seconds.
"You'd need to remove it for the breast exam anyway," Patty commented, hanging the ear pieces of the stethoscope behind her neck and turning back toward the redhead.
She thought she'd heard a small gasp from her patient who was now stepping out of the turquoise summer dress. Patty hoped the woman didn't notice HER sharp intake of breath.
Missus Howard's breasts were bigger than hers. The traveling nurse's first thought was,
`How does she get that much support from a sundress.' She hoped her face was not reflecting the excitement she was feeling.
There goes another pair of panties' she conceded. Patty you've really got to get a grip!' she admonished herself.
Missus Howard had the largest areolas she'd ever seen.
I thought mine were big!' the nurse reflected. Hers are as big as my whole hand.'
Sitting atop the rounded globes that had succumbed to the force of gravity, the dark, slightly elongated circles, appeared large even in relation to the woman's impressive bust.
Patty was out of luck--sort of. Her patient did notice the nurse's shocked reaction but she was kind of used to it. It's why she'd felt the need to warn her examiner she wasn't wearing a bra; even though the admission did nothing to prepare the younger woman for the spectacle that was about to be revealed. Tanya was left standing in a pair of sensible blue briefs of undetermined material.
Missus Howard was embarrassed. Not so much at being nearly naked in front of a stranger as of her reaction to it.
Since six months after her husband passed away (unexpectedly from a massive coronary) Tanya found her sex drive had gone haywire. Her husband had been laid to rest over a year ago and when the horniness started about eight months ago missus Howard had surmised that it was somehow part of the grieving process. Not that they had sex all that frequently and in fact, although she wasn't frigid, Tanya was rarely the one to initiate intimacy. She hadn't masturbated since college. Now she was doing it, on average, once a day.
`If Bruce is watching me from wherever he is, he's gonna be so pissed,' the widow had concluded.
What was even more disturbing to the widow was that even other women had an erotic effect on her. Never before in her life had she felt a sexual attraction to a member of her own sex.
She'd abandoned the grief theory a few months back. Now she hypothesized that it was a hormonal thing, possibly a harbinger of menopause; her cycle had become less regular in the past year or so. It wasn't troublesome enough to go and see a doctor about though.
Standing in just her underpants with the very attractive nurse gawking at her boobs was generating that yearning feeling between her legs; the one she could scarcely remember feeling until after Bruce died but the one that had now become a daily occurrence.
Patty thought her client's heart rate was a little high but the white coat syndrome would account for that in most cases.
"Would you hold your breast up for me?" she asked her patient as she tried to position the disc of the stethoscope on the woman's ribs.
Tanya lifted her left breast cradling the heavy pliable flesh in her hand.
"Both of them if you don't mind," Patty revised her request.
The traveling nurse found the scene erotic with the large chested woman holding her tits out like an offering. The tremors in her vulva were getting worse so she decided to speed things along.
"I'd like you to lie down on the bed for me please," the nurse braced herself for the breast examination.
With Tanya laying flat on her back her tits laid well to the outsides of her chest wall. The majority of the fleshy melon was almost on top of her arms which she had at her sides. Patricia pushed on the spongy flesh of the woman's nearest mammary firmly, causing the tit to pile back on the top of her patient's chest.
`They're not only bigger than mine, they're heavier too' Patty realized the absurdity of her observation.
`If they're bigger of course they're heavier--duh.'
The experienced nurse had never examined boobs this large except her own. It was a time consuming process. There was so much flesh to be palpated.
Normally, being clinically correct, you started at the outer edge and worked your way in toward the areola, being careful not to touch it. Patty had pretty much concluded after Delia and Jennifer's exam demo that clinical procedure was whatever she chose to make it. Not to mention the fact that the dark flesh surrounding the woman's surprisingly modest sized nipple was so large that it really couldn't be avoided completely while still doing a thorough job.
The nurse worked her way around the older woman's breast having to use both hands; one to keep it in position and the other to palpate.
The very tender textured flesh of Tanya's areola felt sensual under her finger tips. On the third of the eight or so passes it would take to complete the process for missus Howard's right breast, Patricia decided to glance at her client's face. The woman had been totally silent throughout the procedure so far. The redhead's eyes were closed but the expression on her face was unmistakably blissful.
The woman on the bed was really starting to enjoy the stimulation of her tits. It was the first time hands, other than her own, had touched her since her husband's passing. Tanya found the nurse's small soft fingers pressing insistently into her fleshy orb quite pleasurable, especially on her sensitive areola and so close to her hypersensitive nipple. She could feel the yearning down below turning into a throb, but she didn't care. It would all be over soon and then she'd dig into her toy drawer for relief.
Patty felt as though she was sitting on some constantly renewing heat source and cursed herself for forgetting the panty-liner.
Tanya's other boob; the one away from her was harder to do. She actually found that she was perspiring a little by the time she was finished. Sitting back on the make-up table chair she'd been using to save her back, she once again looked at her patient's face.
"Your breasts are fine," she informed the prone redhead whose eye's fluttered open as if she'd been sleeping. Patty saw a look that she interpreted as an unspoken thank you; and it was.
"I'm gonna have to ask you to remove your underpants now," the nurse continued.
Instantly Tanya's expression went from gratitude to terror. Patty answered the woman's unspoken question,
"The insurer requires a full pelvic examination on all female applicants."
Tanya suddenly felt very short of breath,
`Oh Jesus... don't have a heart attack!' she ordered herself.
She knew very well what had been happening inside the fleshy folds of her pussy and now realized that she was gonna have to share that intimate secret with the contract nurse.
The meeting had gone exceptionally well. Montgomery Motor's majority owner was delighted with Jim Cornaveau's knowledge of Ford warrantee procedures. Turned out the ex-automotive engineer had actually been part of the team that had developed them. Tom probed the potential Service Manager's knowledge of repair practices and standards finding his knowledge more than satisfactory. His experience supervising technicians while he was involved with R&D was adequate to prove his team leading skills. The dealership had a good group of mechanics; well disciplined. It should come as no surprise that Gus `didn't take no guff.'
"I think this could work very well... if you're interested," mister Bogdan concluded the meeting as they drove up beside the aging Honda.
"Interested!" Jim could barely contain his enthusiasm. "When can I start?"
"You'll have to give me a week or so to iron out the details... I'll be in-touch," the dealership owner promised as Jim exited the Navigator; his feet not really touching the ground.
Jim was opening the door of his seven year old sedan when Tom opened the passenger side window of his SUV.
"Were gonna have to get you a better ride... can't have your wife upstaging ya like that!"
With a deep belly laugh the huge black man was gone. Montgomery Motors Service Manager to be couldn't wait to tell his wife.
Both men would have had raging hard-ons if they had been able to see what was happening four stories above their heads in Exam room 1.
Miz Woznouski wasn't shy. She had begun unbuttoning her blouse the moment Delia had asked her to get undressed. In less time than it took for Delia to locate the stethoscope in the examination bag the girl was down to her panties; cute little white bikinis with lace trim. The black nurse approached her very small busted patient with the scope hanging from her neck inspecting the young secretary from head to toe. Her gaze naturally ended up focusing on Michelle's chest.
Self-consciously Michelle put her hands up to cover her tiny titties. As small as her hands were she was still able to adequately conceal them. Delia glanced up at the young woman's face and saw the flush of embarrassment. Taking the girl by her wrists the nurse gently but firmly pulled them away,
"Just relax honey... there's nothing to be ashamed of."
"But they're so small," Michelle returned woefully.
"I think they're very pretty, and they suit your tiny slender frame perfectly," Delia complimented.
"Do you really like them?" the girl asked somewhat incredulously.
"Yes I do very much, especially your big plump nipples."
As if to illustrate her point the black nurse brought her hands up, cupped the tender little mounds and ran her thumb nail over the already hardening strawberry tips.
Michelle's eyes closed and her head went back as a deep moan rose from her core. She was currently between boyfriends and it had been weeks since another person's hands had teased her ultra sensitive flesh. Her pussy clenched and she knew that the ruse of a medical exam had entirely evaporated.
Her little hands came up and cupped as much of the Halle Berry look-alike's breasts as she could.
"Yours are so big and beautiful though," she groaned as missus Bogdan continued to thumb her now fully erect nips.
The girl could feel her host's nipples growing through the blouse and bra.
Delia, who's pussy had been in stasis, responded immediately.
The tiny hands stroking her breasts even through two layers of clothing sent a steady stream of joy directly to her clit. It was the nurse's turn to look up at the ceiling while groaning in appreciation.
"I want to see them," the girl said as she began to nimbly work the buttons on her host's blouse.
Delia's hands were idle on the slender young woman's tits as she watched her blouse being opened.
"You really didn't have to go to all this trouble, ya know," Michelle told the dark skinned beauty as she pushed the blouse back off her shoulders, revealing the well filled satin bra.
"Tom told me you liked girls, and I've been waiting... praying that you'd ask me for a long time."
The nurse took over, pulling the blouse off her wrists and dropping the expensive garment to the floor. Michelle's hands were back on her tits with one less layer of clothing in between. The tiny hands fluttered over the shiny slippery material feeling the hard points sticking out, before squeezing and kneading the full brown boobs. Waves of pleasure swept through the nurse.
"Let me see them... they're so beautiful," the all but naked girl sighed.
Delia reached up behind her back and slipped the fasteners of her bra with practiced ease. Anxiously the shivering secretary gasped the shoulder straps and pulled the luxurious material off the magnificent black tits.
They weren't actually black. Milk chocolate was a much more accurate description of their color. The girl looked in awe at the heavy pear shaped mounds with the circular dark brown caps.
Michelle was trying to remember when she'd ever seen another woman's breasts, in the flesh. She supposed it went back to high school gym class. That memory made her shiver, recalling how embarrassed she'd been since most of the other girls had so much more on top than she did. She'd always changed in a hurry to hide her diminutive bust but hung around fussing with her things so she could look at her classmates in various stages of undress. By the time she went to her next class her pussy was positively throbbing; just like it was doing now. As a bonus attraction she had never in her life seen brown tits. There were no girls of color in her class.
Delia's breasts were aching. They had been yearning for attention since she'd first seen missus Peterson's ass that morning. Her luncheon companion was taking too long, so she pulled the slender young woman's hands up and mashed them against her needy boobs. It was all the prompting the girl needed. Her hands went to work kneading and squeezing the plump fleshy orbs.
While her tits got the attention they so craved, Delia slipped the fasteners on her skirt and let it fall. Now they were even; both just a pair of bikini underpants away from nudity.
Michelle's lips and tongue were sort of tingling. She wasn't Linda Lovelace but her mouth was a highly erogenous zone for her. Because of the height differential she didn't have to stoop much to capture one of the dark chocolate treasures fronting the milk chocolate mound in her mouth.
Michelle always considered her round pert ass to be her number one sexual asset, and from a visual point of view it was. The hidden asset was her oral talent.
Delia laced her fingers in the girl's dark hair as much for support as to keep that fantastic mouth in contact with her boob. The nurse felt her legs buckling as her young companion ever so gently sucked and licked her nipple. The very experienced black woman had had her tits adored by many--men and women--but she'd never felt anything like what her husband's secretary was doing. The pleasure rush threatened to take her over the edge prematurely, so she pulled on the girl's hair and redirected the unbelievably talented mouth to her other boob.
Now she knew what Tom had been raving about. She obviously didn't have a dick but she could still somehow imagine what that sucking tonguing would feel like if she did.
`I don't have a dick but I have something just as good... better,' the swooning nurse thought.
She was sorry she'd had Jennifer pack up the bed, leaving the examination table as her only option. There was a soft smacking sound when she pulled the girl's mouth off her boob. Michelle looked at her host wondering if she done something wrong, never having sucked a tit before.
The CEO stripped off the satin panties in breathtakingly quick move and hoisted herself onto the crunch paper covering the examination table. Michelle watched her boss's wife spread her legs wide revealing the dark skin of her shaven vulva, split down the middle by a bright pink gash.
The girl could hardly breathe as the nurse's womanhood was put on display. She was trying to adjust to that awesome sight when missus Bogdan reached between her legs and pulled the fleshy folds open even further. The secretary had looked at her own sex before, but in terms of close detailed examination, that was it. She knew what the basic structures were called and where they were located, and she was intimately familiar with what and where the clitoris was; her own at least. She was surprised and thrilled when the black woman on the exam table forced her love button from under its protective cover and whispered breathlessly,
"Suck it."
For a moment the girl couldn't work out the logistics of how to properly get her mouth on the protruding organ. As bad a way as she was in, Delia still recognized the young woman's dilemma and said,
"Use the exam stool."
Immediately Michelle spied the low vinyl roll-about seat. She sat on it and positioned herself between the milk chocolate thighs. The height was perfect and she paused only briefly to inhale the woman's unique fragrance before applying her talented and ever more versatile mouth to her boss's wife's vulva.
Waves of pleasure swamped the naked nurse. Michelle's talent apparently was universal. She swirled and licked quite rapidly before attaching to the dark woman's pleasure center and giving it the kind of attention she'd only applied to the head of a penis before. The clitoral glans was of course much smaller than any cock she'd ever sucked but she did her best to give it the full treatment.
Delia's long pent up orgasm gushed out in a rush of heat and ecstasy. She didn't scream or tense up; it was more like all the tension and cares she had, flowed out of her along with all the air in her lungs.
The girl felt her playmate go limp and surmised correctly what had happened. She drank down the thin sweet nectar that was flowing, along with continuing to collect the thicker abundant pussy juice.
It's sure nothing like semen,' she thought recalling the salty musky taste of male seed. It's so sweet and thin... It's like desert!' she almost giggled as she felt missus `B' pushing her head away again.
"It's too much... too much right now sweetheart," the woman on the table explained, seeing the disappointment on the girl's face.
Michelle understood completely. Sometimes when she came she couldn't bear to be touched for several minutes.
Montgomery Motors star oralist contented herself by closely inspecting her host's vulva. Who knew when or if she'd get this chance again?
Tom Bogdan was rolling up the passenger window of the Navigator at about the same time his wife was experiencing her longsuffering orgasm. Turning toward his dealership he knew what he had to do; he just didn't know how to do it.
He went to his office to hang up his suit jacket and was surprised to see Michelle's desk vacant. Sid had just rounded the corner and evidently noticed the boss's reaction.
"She went to lunch... with YOUR wife," the Sales Manager announced and without breaking stride disappeared into his own office.
Tom couldn't help but chuckle as he hung up his coat.
`I wonder if the little pixie knew she'd be on the menu when she accepted the invite.' The light hearted moment was welcome respite from his stressed situation.
`This isn't gonna get any easier,' he spurred himself and headed to the service department.
"Hey Gus," he called jovially from the Service Manager's office doorway, "Got a few minutes?"
The crusty vet looked up from his computer screen with a scowl and Tom braced himself for a barrage.
Patty had no trouble understanding the woman's reaction. Even though she was pretty certain her patient had enjoyed receiving the breast examination at least as much as she'd enjoyed giving it; letting some stranger poke around between your legs was another matter altogether.
"I know this is quite an onerous requirement... but I'm afraid they have made it mandatory, the nurse placed the blame squarely on the insurer, which was where it belonged.
Tanya didn't move for several seconds. Missus Cornaveau didn't know if she was considering her options, which were few, or bracing herself for the embarrassment. In fact it was a little of both.
The redhead lay there asking herself how badly she actually needed this insurance.
`I could go to another company... I've never heard of having to under go a pelvic exam to qualify for life insurance... I'm sure they don't all require it.'
That was one option.
`Obviously if I don't let her do the examination the application will be rejected.'
She was mulling over the consequences of refusing when her pussy put in its vote.
From somewhere deep in her subconscious, so deep that the thought didn't have words, came the idea, the concept, the feeling, that she wanted the attractive nurse to touch her intimately. That's when her womanhood spoke up in favor by sending a wonderful thrill up through her core. Tanya's conscious mind interpreted the subconscious message and she felt ashamed of herself again but then the rationalization started.
`No one has touched me down there in so long... she's a professional, she doesn't care if you're all wet... she does this all the time I'm sure she's seen it before.'
Soon she found herself hooking her fingers into the waist band of her tummy control underpants and pushing them down over her full hips.
Patricia realized she'd been wrong. The muff did match the hat. Missus Howard had a full luxuriant growth of red pubic hair. The older woman was definitely not up on the latest trends in pubic hair coiffure. The nurse could not make out any details of the prone woman's vulva, but she did notice that the hair directly between her patient's legs was stringy with wetness.
`I guess she did enjoy the breast exam,' Patty thought as she took the two steps necessary to position herself near the foot of the bed.
"Would you draw your knees up as far as you can for me," the nurse requested.
When missus Howard's knees were essentially pointed at the ceiling and her heels were nearly up against her butt; Patty sat at the foot of the bed in the space that Tanya's lower legs had just vacated. From her new vantage point it was even more evident how damp the red curly pubes were.
"Now if I can just get you to relax... I know how uncomfortable and embarrassing this is," Patty consoled her patient as she pushed gently outward on the older woman's knees.
"Let your legs go... let them fall completely open."
Tanya was complying and Patty unintentionally let her hands slide all the way down the woman's inner thighs. The tantalizing touch evoked a long groan from the naked widow.
"I'm sure you've had this done plenty of times... but I'll let you know what I'm going to do before I do it... so you won't be surprised," the nurse vowed.
"Is there anything you want me to explain before I begin?" Patty asked as she donned the latex gloves.
"No" came the reply. It was weak and terrified sounding.
NEXT: Making the opening for Jim Cornaveau turns out to be easier than Tom thought. Delia provides another first in young Miss Woznouski's life, and Patty succumbs to one temptation only to encounter yet another.