Confessions of a Sexually Frustrated Nurse - Sex Stories

Confessions of a Sexually Frustrated Nurse

... down and turned her face up to see her, but her friend was staggering off, to be met by a boy, no doubt going for a shag, I thought angrily. I struggled with the girl on the ground but managed to get her inside and laid out on the bed, her dress sense was of the 'Belles of St. Trinians', and I smiled, all British girls at some time in their lives dress like this, myself included. She was a very pretty girl, nice body, good proportions, slim hips, long legs, thin, and good facial bones. I shook her, but she was out of it, so I rummaged through her bag for identification, and found a school pass and her passport. I started filling out my report and shook my head as to how she could get booze so young, but what was the point, men gave booze to girls this pretty and young, to fuck them, and dressing like this, well girls are advertising the fact they have a body needing attention. I copied her date of birth and suddenly noted it was her birthday, she was 16, and hence the 'Sweet sixteen' factor, the coming of age thing, and I smiled noting the vulnerability of her predicament, I could remember my own coming of age, and how my friends enticed my to have sex with my boyfriend, who became my husband, my smile faded as the thought came home. I put the folder back down on the shelve and made her comfortable, then I wondered if she had, like I had sex. The back door was closed so I eased her short skirt up and looked at her panties, a small triangular patch, she was wearing a thong, ...

... something with her short dress and stockings, would bare her ass to anyone looking, as the chord would ride between her cheeks making it look as though she was without underwear. Then, without warning, I reached up and pulled her thong down and took it off, and put it in my pocket, and as I stared at her provocative nudity, her bald pubis, framed by her black stocking tops and garter belt, its youthful curvature disappearing between her open thighs, I felt a spasm, a pang of longing, I was aroused by her beauty, just lying there waiting to be taken, introduced to the pleasures of sex, I reached out and placed my finger tip on her vulva, working it gently until I could feel her clitoris come alive, and her body warn me she was being sexually aroused by my touching, she moaned gently, and I withdrew my finger. I turned and reached into my bag and took out me tube of 'Superglide', something I used on my vibrator if I was not wetting sufficiently before insertion. I removed the top and pushed to tip between her labia and squeezed a good amount into her dry lips. Pushing my finger down between them, she was super smooth and wet, and my finger slide inside her with ease, which I then removed and screwed the top back onto the bottle and put it away back into my bag. There was a distant cough, which told me Billy was near, I looked at the clock and noted he had been 15 minutes away. When he pulled the door open and handed me the cup of Cappuccino, his eyes were on the prostate body of ...