And Katie Came Too - Sex Stories

And Katie Came Too

... ‘Mmm..’ she murmured, ‘let me do that...’ With practised fingers she undid his belt and unzipped his trousers. The source of Katie’s discomfort uncurled in the palm of her hand. She glanced down. ‘Well,’ she said appreciatively, ‘definitely above the 90th centile. But maximum extension is needed for a proper appraisal.’ ‘I expect you’ll be able to do that with your special nurse’s training,’ said Kayden. Their eyes met, and then their lips. Her fingers curled around him. He was growing and hardening very satisfactorily. She gasped at the thought of the glorious full sensation which she would soon be experiencing. Deftly he undid the buttons on her nurse’s tunic, which slipped down round her waist. Her bra, a masterpiece of engineering, had been carefully chosen to present her undeniably gorgeous bosom to its best effect, and Kayden groaned with desire at the sight of the creamy orbs in their lacy white nest. She took care to breathe deeply so that the whole vision of loveliness heaved winningly. Lavishing kisses on her breasts he fumbled to undo her bra. She took the opportunity to wriggle out of her tunic and kick it to one side. She thought she would have to help him with the bra but he managed it quite well. Her perfect breasts were neither large nor small, and more than a match for the force of gravity even when they were not in a state of arousal as they were now. He kissed, nuzzled and sucked her pink, swollen nipples till they stood to attention. Nurse Gemma started ...

... to pant slightly and a low level lava flow deep in the recesses of her little crater warned of a greater seismic event soon to occur. She winced slightly and hoped Kayden wouldn’t be put off by wet panties. She clung to him tightly, trying not to pant too loudly (the consulting rooms were sound-proofed, but really loud noises were audible). She could feel that the reason for his appointment was now ready for a proper appraisal, and she felt almost ready to carry it out. She tugged his shirt off and he stepped out of his trousers, hopping desperately from one leg to another as he tried to free himself from his shoes and socks. Finally he stumbled against her, and they fell in a heap onto the examination couch, he naked and she still in her panties, shoes and stockings. He slid off the couch and kneeled on the floor. He pulled her legs round, parted them, and emitted a louder groan as he looked at her expensive little white French knickers. They were designed to be almost transparent, and the growing wet patch meant almost nothing was now concealed from view. She raised her bottom so he could peel them down round her ankles. She kicked them away, hoping she’d be able to find them later, and opened her legs again. Her tummy and thighs were creamy-white, like her breasts; framed by them, pink and moist, was the answer to his deepest desires. Nurse Gemma used the services of an expensive beautician who claimed to be from Brazil; whether this was true or not, she certainly knew how ...