Freya St David was a pretty nurse with strawberry coloured hair, she was barely five feet tall, slender and pale and she was from Tipton in the northern most part of the county.
And her skin was always flushed pink like she was freshly scrubbed.
Freya was twenty seven years old but looked much younger and she was a first class flirt.
And that was as far as it ever went until the time that her pig of a boyfriend, who she had suspected was shagging her best friend, confessed it to her one night.
And from that moment on she took her pleasures where she found them.
As a district nurse she had a number of regular home visit, terminally ill or housebound patients and she’d built up a good rapport with most of them.
While with some others she enjoyed a more intimate relationship.
Then there was one of her favourite patients on her visiting rounds who was more of a challenge.
Richard Lambert was thirty five years old and a cancer survivor.
But in spite of having the brain tumour successfully removed and after treatment had subsequently been given the all clear, he was clinically depressed.
The reason for his depression was that he had been left impotent since the surgery and as a result now he never left the house.
His wife Sarah was as supportive as she could be but she had confided to Freya that she was close to breaking point.
With Richard unable to leave home Sarah was the breadwinner which she did without complaint, but there were days when she didn’t want to come home and those days were becoming more frequent.
Freya had only recently been assigned to the Lamberts, and began from the first day her tried and trusted outrageous flirting but it was to no avail.
But now she had her new found sexual liberation she had more weapons in her arsenal than mere flirting.
It was mid-morning when Freya opened the back door and walked in the house.
“Hello” she called “District nurse”
“In the lounge” Richard called without emotion
The five foot nothing, whippet thin strawberry blond walked in the lounge
Her pale skin flushed pink as usual only this time there was more of it.
She was bare legged and even to the untrained eye she was obviously naked beneath her uniform which hugged her figure.
She had small tits but her nipples were clearly visible through the polyester.
“Hello Richard” Freya said
“Hi” Richard said laying on the sofa watching something mind numbing on the TV
“Budge over” She said and sat on the edge of the sofa, a large expanse of naked thigh visible to anyone with blood in their veins, with one thigh at right angles to the other.
Freya opened her bag and removed her blood pressure kit, then she took hold of his arm and while she was attending to the cuff around his arm she let his hand fall on her thigh.
It just sat there for a minute or two before he said
“You’re not wearing your black tights”
“I’m surprised you noticed” she said without looking at him
“It’s a bit cold for bare legs” he said “isn’t it?”
“Perhaps you could be the judge of that” she said
Richard turned his hand over so his palm was flush with the inside of her thigh.
“It feels cold” Richard said and inched his hand slowly along her thigh
“But it’s getting warmer”
As his fingers found her lips she abandoned her efforts to take his blood pressure and Freya used her arm to brace herself against the back of the sofa instead.
Whether he was impotent or not he knew how to give pleasure and Freya went light headed as he skilfully made her come.
And then she looked down at the bulge and she thought with a satisfied smile
“Mission accomplished”
Richards hand was still between her legs as Freya stared at the resulting lump in his trousers, from where she had worked her magic and thought
“It would be a shame to waste it”
So she didn’t.
The following day Freya got a bunch of flowers from Sarah, there was no message just a smiley face.
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