Mary -- CAW #23 - Sex Stories

Mary -- CAW #23

... against mine, tapped the table with it, and belted the amber liquid down in one swallow. I followed suit and struggled not to cough. A few sips of beer helped. “You’re not a heavy drinker, are you?” she asked. “More of a beer man. Keg parties and the bar near campus.” “Sometimes I enjoy a glass of wine in the tub after a rough shift,” she said. “I come in here once a week to visit Sheldon and get a shot of the good stuff. He used to swipe bottles from here when his dad owned the place. He always shared with Ted and me. We talk about the old days and pretend we’re still young. Since I’m not, for the rest of tonight it’s cola for me. You can drink as much as you like.” We sipped our beverages in silence for a minute. Then she said, “Tell me about the girls in college.” “What do you want to know?” “I see all the magazine articles about sex on campus. Is it really that wild?” “Don’t know what you read.” She grinned. “Crazy parties. Free love. It wasn’t that way in nursing school in my day. Now, with the pill, I bet it’s all changed. Is it easy to get laid?” “It’s not a drunken orgy all the time.” “But some of the time?” “I’ve had a few girlfriends. I don’t pick up drunk chicks. I have my fun, but I have some standards.” She sipped her cola. “What’s your opinion of me?” I hesitated, afraid of saying the wrong thing. “You’re the best nurse in the hospital. You know all the cops. You’re not scared of old Paul’s driving. You teach doctors stuff. You don’t back down with unruly ...

... patients. You’re great with kids.” “Thank you, but we’re not at work now. We’re a man and a woman in a cocktail lounge.” “What do you want me to say? You’re a lot of fun. I’m really happy to get to spend time with you outside work. You’re an attractive woman.” She leaned toward me and lowered her voice, although there was no one around to hear. “I’m sure you saw I’m not wearing pantyhose or stockings. I think my legs still look okay bare. Do you?” “Your legs are wonderful, Mary.” “Are you curious about what’s under my skirt tonight?” I forced myself to make eye contact. “Yes.” “Finish your beer.” We walked to her car in silence, and she said nothing as she drove. Soon, we pulled into a driveway next to a small house. She got out of the car and said, “Come in.” I followed her to the couch and sat next to her. “I’ll take you out and get you puking drunk later if you want, but not yet. I want you to show it to me.” “What?” “If you want to see what’s under my skirt, I want to look at something too. I know you get hard for me at work. Don’t make me feel older than I am.” She placed my one hand on her breast and ran her free hand slowly up my thigh. “We’re not at work now.” Her nipple rose in my palm through her clothes, and my cock grew to meet her fingertips. “I can keep a secret if you can,” she said. She started on my belt. “Undress me.” By the time I unhooked her bra, my penis was in her hand. She shrugged the filmy garment off her shoulders and changed her grip on me to free her ...