Mary -- CAW #23 - Sex Stories

Mary -- CAW #23

... mine.” “You’re probably right.” She smiled. “Now when I flash you my panties, you’ll know what’s under them.” “You’ll know my reaction a little better now, too.” She fondled my flaccid cock. “I like your reaction. Maybe we can have fun next time we both have the same day off.” We got dressed, and she took me home. “See you at work,” she said before she drove away. ~~~~~~ About “Mary”: I worked in the smallest of three hospitals in a little city while I was in college. My job title was “attendant” or male nurse’s aide. I did a lot of patient care, but I floated throughout the building rather than being assigned to one ward. I spent time in our tiny emergency room and rode the volunteer fire company ambulance on contract to the hospital. “Gallows humor” was common in stressful situations. Doctors told dirty jokes while trying to stem arterial bleeding or re-start hearts in the emergency room. We got silly in the back of the ambulance to hide our terror about the way old Paul drove. It didn’t matter if we were going for a person with a broken toe or a broken neck. We went with lights, sirens, and burning rubber. There were scuffs on the whitewall tires from the way he attacked corners. The local cops didn’t care since he never wrecked and was related to half of them. Laws and their enforcement were different then about yielding the right of way to emergency vehicles. Paul, a former jalopy race car driver, took full advantage. The hospital’s rig was similar to those below. “Mary” ...

... was a real person. She’d be in her mid-eighties if she were still with us. She was born decades before her time. Her independence would seem strong in a forty-ish woman even now. She wasn’t brash or coarse. She could conduct herself as a lady by the standards of the day, but she took charge and let people know what she wanted or felt was needed. Her physical description is accurate. Back then, hospital nurses wore white uniforms, hosiery, shoes, and caps as illustrated. I believe I saw Mary in a pants uniform twice in three years. She was a huge flirt and a bit of an exhibitionist with people she trusted. I learned to appreciate garters and stockings working with her, and she was well aware of it. However, she could pull off the “sweet little nurse” thing well, comforting babies and old people with the best of them. She was exceptional at her profession, brilliant in a medical crisis. We never touched, other than a surprisingly warm farewell kiss and hug from her on my last day at the job. To my knowledge, she wasn’t predatory in her dealings with men. Assertive is a better word. Rumor was she had her fun. Melancholy? Maybe. Mary was aware of her age. She seemed to take excellent care of herself and pride in her appearance. Her uniforms were always stark white, her shoes gleaming with fresh white polish. She wore little make-up because she didn’t need to. She chose not to dye her few strands of gray hair, but sometimes she mentioned the passing of time. I’d like to think she ...