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The story is written by Erica Milligan at erica_muggs@yahoo.com.au
STORY TITLE:-Meeting Alice Part 3
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Meeting Alice part 3
Damn my impatience, it's only seven o'clock, just out of bed looking a bit tousled, my hair's all over the place, good job you can't see me, I'm still wearing my nightie. My darling has just rung me to tell me that she'd be over in a little while but she won't stay too long because her afternoon shift had continued well into the early hours of the morning and she was absolutely "knackered". There'd been several motor vehicle accidents and the operating theatre staff from the afternoon shift had stayed over to help the night theatre cope with the carnage.
She's just coming for a cup of tea and there would be "no nonsense" after yesterday evening's episode when I'd "spat the dummy". Only one problem there, how am I going to let this vision who, I might say, reduces me to a blubbering mess whenever I see her, not expect me to try and seduce her. How can she expect me to be near her without some recognition that I want her and some of the damned "nonsense" that she talks about. By "no nonsense" I'm presuming that I'm not going to get fucked. How can I welcome her in this state but before I can do anything about it she's at the door.
"You were quick Alice". Apparently she'd rung me from the lane as she was driving so that's the reason for her speedy appearance. My darling looks absolutely "knackered" but I suppose when you've been on your feet for hours trying to save lives you're entitled not to look your best.
"What would you like darling, tea or coffee?"
She didn't care, preferably she wanted to go to bed but not with me beside her, she'd said that she couldn't sleep with me beside her and she called me "babe". Fuck, I hate that word and if she calls me by that name once more I'll, I'll, oh, I'll probably do absolutely nothing, believe me. I can't let her go home in this state but as I'm tumbling her into bed she's apologising for yesterday's performance when she rang me from the hospital. Just at this moment, yesterday is of no consequence as long as she's OK. She couldn't have been in bed more than thirty seconds before her breasts started to rise in a rhythmic fashion that told me she was sleeping soundly. I reached across her, opened her uniform dress and unclipped her bra, oh, what a pair of beauties, I hadn't seen them before. In reality, I would have loved to have unfastened her uniform right down to the hem so that I could get a look at her "really lovely parts" but I thought I'd have woken her up. Slipping a cover over her I crept out of the bedroom and went into the bathroom to catch up with my morning shower.
It was perhaps an hour and a half before she woke up. You know when you wake up in a strange bed you're disorientated, so as soon as I heard her move I raced in with a nice cup of tea. I thought to myself that this was what it was like when I was a new wife some years ago, couldn't do enough for my husband then and here I was doing exactly the same for her.
She looked awful but I thought that it wouldn't be diplomatic to say that to the girl that I'm in love with. I brought her a towelling robe out of the linen cupboard to wear, much more comfortable than wearing the dirty underwear from yesterday.
"Jump in the shower darling and I'll bring some clean underwear to put on".
The idea seemed to have appealed to her and she also asked for some shampoo because she said that she stank like an operating theatre.
She wasn't getting any crappy underwear, my darling was going to get the best that I have. I didn't want to tell her that I'd presumed (rather I hoped) that she'd stay here for a while and on those grounds the loveliest stuff that I had was already laid out on the bed for her. I wanted to get in the shower with her, of course, but I thought this is not the time to push my luck.
I did find excuses, of course, to go in and ask her if there was anything else that she needed but she claimed to be OK. When she came out, just dressed in my knickers and bra, I think I just ran across to her, this is beauty personified. She looked so beautiful that she brought a lump to my throat and I seemed to be having great difficult in swallowing it. I didn't think of it straight away but just giving it a little thought why wasn't she wearing that lovely robe that I'd gone to the trouble of finding for her.
God, I'm so fucking stupid, the girl's showing me her charms and what charms they are. Now, here am I worrying about why she's not wearing the fucking robe. God, what a stupid woman I am.
"Don't you want me now she said?" Move over Olympic sprinters, this babe is on her way, I think I launched myself from about six feet away, the end result of my athleticism was that we were both lay flat on the floor but did I care? No fucking way!!!!!! My kisses were all over her face until such time as she stopped me. This is my show she said and lifting me up she carried me to the bedroom.
You know that one of my real thrills is to be kissed all over my face, my lips, my eyelids, my cheeks, my nose, that will have to do for the moment. I'm not wasting any more time on fucking silly descriptions. I just want her to fuck me IMMEDIATELY.
OH, oh, how many times can I say "oh" without it sounding boring, I have no idea but I'm sure I sounded like an itinerant drunk with the crap that was emanating from my mouth. She moved her head to accommodate my breasts, not just a greedy "sucker" but quite gentle for the moment, just that calm swirl around my nipple. Don't forget my underarm my darling I was thinking, that's really one of my erogenous zones. All my nerves must pass there, just got to do, I don't know if you've ever had acupuncture but that's the feeling, just like little needles puncturing my breast. Just so lovely for me.
Only one of her hands, her right hand, was on my breast, the other was stroking my hair, so sensuous and calming and now, whilst I was still aroused her hand was stroking it's way down to my throat. Oh darling, that was her teeth pulling my nipple, very nice too.
"Tell me darling, did you learn how to get other women off in nursing training."
"Of course, that's why I trained to be a nurse, I must have known at that I time I was going to meet you and I wanted to be talented enough to drive you fucking crazy."
" Congratulations nurse Alice, you have won the director of Nursing's award and you've passed with flying colours. My nipples feel as though they could take off and fly to the moon, they're just so pointed and hard. Don't forget to tell NASA that if they need a new nose cone for their next trip to the moon then Erica's nipples would be the best things they can use.
Were we really talking like that or was it only my silly head that was spinning so fast under her ministrations that I had no idea whether I was stood on my head or my arse as my old mother used to say. That lovely mouth had moved from my left breast (why is it that the left breast gets all the fun) to the right and with some assistance from her left hand, she was not only licking my arm pit but her mouth like a vacuum cleaner was sucking the flesh in my arm pit into her mouth. Now, this is something that that hasn't happened to me before, it's a bit painful but there's a sensation that's travelling deep into my breast and now, that's wonderful, a glorious pain or sensation travelled into my right nipple making it feel as though it was on fire. Really lovely, different but nice there, but soon her right hand had left my head and was heading south to my pussy.
How, does she expect to fuck me, I'm still wearing most of my clothing but she's forceful, pushing my skirt back out of the way. I'd have preferred if off but beggars can't be choosers and I've waited too long for this to happen to start putting obstacles in her way now. She's slowly moving her right hand over my mound, that's over my knickers, but here's no hint that she's trying to penetrate me. Her hand travels up one side of my pussy, ever so slowly and down the other side equally as slowly, she certainly knows how to tease this girl. All this time my eyes have been closed just enjoying the sensations my darling has created in me but now she blows on my eyelids and when I open them she's got that sort of smile that says "admit it, you're my fuck now". Don't think she'd ever needed to question that fact, that is not since the evening in the ladies toilet in the LEZ BIAN when she'd sucked me off so quickly.
I don't know how she could keep the pressure on her hand so light as it moved over and around my pussy but I needed a bit more pressure now. I'm definitely out of luck because as I lift my bum off the mattress trying to restore the pressure she pushes my body back to the mattress and when I try again she lifts her hand almost clear so that I've achieved nothing because there is no more pressure than at first. This is not a disaster for me because I've recently found that I can masturbate and then without touching myself during the final few minutes I can put my hands under my bum and just by using my brain and imagination my orgasm will follow very closely as I wriggle a little bit and bring my thighs close together. I seem to have found a way to invigorate my pussy lips just by manipulation.
"How did you do that Erica?"
"That's my fucking secret, Victoria has them (you know of Victoria's secrets don't you?) and this is the one that Erica found all by herself".
The girl's laughing fit to bust and makes a dive for my pussy, she doesn't need to search too hard, my pussy has it's own radar built in and it's sending out it's secret sound that immediately locks on to her tongue and draws it in like an insect round a carnivorous plant. Just like the captured insect she'll never get out of there!!
She licks me then pulls away, she licks me again and pulls away but as she tries to pull away after the third lick she finds that my little hand has developed muscles of it's own and shoves her mouth into my cunt. OH, fucking hell Erica she's calling out to let her breath.
Fuck off, you've tormented me enough and now it's my turn, just drink the juice that's pouring from my cunt. She continues to protest that she can't breath, fuck, I've got her nose rammed into my cunt, no wonder she can't breath. Mind you the pressure being applied my knickers must have been torture because they were caught up between my cheeks so they were quite tight across my pussy area.
I really have a lost a lot of fluids from my vagina, perhaps there's not much more to lose and if Alice's muffled words are anything to go by perhaps we'd better stop for a little while before she drowns. I really should have had the local surf life saving organization on hand to save her life.
"You're such a fucking tart she said and what did I do, I just smiled and said don't fuck with a woman with a family like mine, I've had a few fucks in my life!!!!!!!
My darling only had a couple of hours before she was due to start work on the afternoon shift again so I made her comfortable and covered her over with a quilt and left her to catch up on her sleep for a couple of hours.
The postscript to this story is just because I seem to be a timid, submissive little mouse at the start, build up enough steam in my boiler and stand back because there's going to be an explosion!!!!!!!!
Whether she like's it or not, I've booked a weekend for us at a health resort where the only consideration regarding health is how many time we're going to fuck each other. You didn't really think she'd be having all the fun do you? You must be fucking silly, she's woken a tiger in this girl.
There will be more in this series partly because I haven't decided yet what's going to happen next.
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