Stairway to Perdition: Part 2: Francesca - Sex Stories

Stairway to Perdition: Part 2: Francesca

There was a noise in the corridor outside Drew’s room in the residence. He awoke suddenly. He looked up and glanced at the clock by his bed. The time was seven thirty. He looked around and from subsequent sounds out there, realised that early morning tea was on its way. It usually came at eight fifteen when the regular housekeeper was on duty, but she was on holiday. Instead, the relief maid, Francesca, was covering for her. Francesca was Spanish, and very much younger than Mrs Bulstrode, the permanent housekeeper for the Doctors Mess. Moreover, she was extremely attractive, with a definite hint of naughty sexual availability about her. Over the preceding few days the arrival of tea had been getting a little earlier each time. Also, Francesca had developed a habit of flirting very obviously with Drew whenever she came into his room. “Something is definitely up,” he thought to himself. Surely enough, a few minutes after he had been awakened, there was a tap on the door. “Come in,” he answered. Francesca came into the room carrying his tea. She was a buxom girl of medium height, with long black hair which was scraped back and tied up into a knot. Her complexion was of an olive hue, slightly dark in the way of people who have lived in the southern parts of Spain. Francesca wore the green hospital uniform tunic issued to all the domestic staff. However she managed to make even that ordinary drab clothing look provocatively attractive, by wearing one a size too small, and ...

... squeezing herself into it so that her hour glass proportions were markedly accentuated. Leaving the top two buttons open meant that her ample breasts, pushed upwards, but at the same time constrained by the undersize tunic, displayed a generous amount of cleavage. The lower part of her tunic seemed to have been hitched right up, with a tuck hidden by the wide green belt which circled her waist, so that her formidable thighs were prominently on display. “Good morning, Doctor Drew,” she chirped, carrying his tea to the table by his bed. As she did so, Drew raised himself up by gripping the side of the bed with his hand. Francesca’s thigh deliberately brushed against it as she put the cup down. His knuckles gently pressed into the warm skin and underlying muscle. Francesca, feeling his touch, didn’t move away, instead turned to look at him with her big black eyes. “I hope you had a good sleep and weren’t called out too much,” she said in excellent English with just a hint of a Spanish accent, something he found to be a deliciously seductive sound. “Only once, about four o’clock... no admissions thank goodness,” he replied, noting the pressure of her leg still trapping his hand. Emboldened by that, he gently brought the other one round and lightly stroked the back of her thigh. “Naughty boy!” she admonished him gently but also with a broad inviting smile on her face which signified just the opposite sentiment. She leaned forward and put her arm around his shoulders as she pulled him ...