(Part One)
Freya St David was a pretty nurse, slender and pale with strawberry coloured hair and stood barely five feet tall.
She was a district nurse and on that particular day her final call was on the fifteenth floor of a tower block called Gladstone court.
The lift wasn’t working again and so by the time she had climbed the stairs her pale skin was very flushed.
Freya was twenty seven years old but looked much younger and she was a first class flirt.
But flirting was as far as she went until she found out that all the time she was being faithful to her boyfriend he was shagging her best friend.
From that moment on she took her pleasures where she found them.
Her patient that day was Ben Lewis, a sergeant in The Downshire Light Infantry.
He had been severely wounded by an IAD in Afghanistan his left leg had gone below the knee and his right just above.
His physical wounds had all but healed but that wasn’t where his problems lay.
Freya’s job was to manage his medication and massage what remained of his legs or more accurately his stumps.
Freya knocked on the door and a moment or so later Mrs Lewis, the patient’s mother answered the door.
“Hello dear” she said
“Hello Mrs Lewis” Freya said “How’s the patient today?”
“The same” she said blankly “I don’t know how to help him”
“Just be supportive” Freya said
“It’s hard though dear” she said putting on her coat and going to the foot of the stairs.
“Ben! The nurse is here” she shouted up the stairs “the pretty one with the strawberry hair”
Freya smiled and Mrs Lewis said
“You can go up when you’re ready, I need to do some shopping”
The Taliban may have been responsible for taking his legs but Bens other problems were of his own making.
It was no wonder his mother was so exasperated as his self-esteem had been blown away along with his legs in fact it was less than zero as he never ventured out of his room and he hid from the world.
He drove his fiancé Karen away because he thought she was only staying with him out of pity, which she wasn’t.
Freya walked up the stairs and found Ben lying on his bed with his eyes closed as if he’d fallen asleep in front of the TV and he never stirred even when Freya knocked on the door.
She knew he was awake, it was a game he played pretending to sleep and so as not having to engage in any kind of conversation.
“Hello Ben” she said but there was no response.
“So we’re playing that game again are we?” she said
“Very well if that’s what you want”
Having had to walk up 15 flights of stairs she was in no mood to take any shit.
She pulled back the covers roughly to expose his mutilations and she noticed his body tense.
As usual he was only wearing a t-shirt and a pair of army green boxer shorts.
She opened her bag and took out a tube of bio oil and began to massage it into the skin on his stumps and thighs.
She continued to chat to him all the while she was massaging him even though she got no response.
Well not verbally anyway, what she got in answer to her ministrations was a twitching in his boxers.
Freya had not elicited that reaction on previous visits as far as she could recollect, she had no idea why on that occasion the sergeants little soldier should decide to stir.
(Part Two)
Having managed through her massage to elicit an unanticipated erection Freya thought, for purely medicinal reasons only and for the welfare of the patient, she should take advantage of the unexpected arousal.
She continued her massage and allowed her fingers to go ever further along his thigh until finally her hand went all the way up the leg of his boxers and grasped the source of twitching.
Ben tensed again as she began tugging roughly on his shaft and by her ministrations she teased it to full erection.
Ben still lay with his eyes closed but the rising of his chest ant the sound of his breathing told her he was well and truly awake.
“Now I have your full attention” she said and released his cock and quickly yanked his boxers off and Freya got a good look at her handiwork.
Sergeant Lewis’s little soldiers was standing fully to attention.
Now Freya fully appreciated that to get him to that point was a major breakthrough.
But although she may have won a small victory she hadn’t won the war so not wishing to risk losing her advantage she put all her medical knowledge into practice and took his cock in her mouth.
At this point, so to speak, Ben vocalized for the first time though not in words but certainly in tones of acquiescence.
After a few minutes of her oral expertise Ben could keep silent no more and said
“Undress” he ordered
She released his organ and replied
“Yes sergeant”
Freya stood up and removed her uniform and revealed her small unfettered tits.
His eyes were fully open now and consumed every inch of her pale flesh.
She kicked off her little shoes and without ceremony divested herself of her black tights and pants.
Now the five foot nothing, whippet thin nymph with the lush ginger bush stood looking at the maimed soldier maintaining his erection as he looked lustfully at her.
“What now?” she said
“Come here” he said
“Why?” Freya asked
“Because I want you” Ben replied
“Ok serge” she said and through him a salute before climbing up on the bed.
Ben was admiring her body as she climbed on top of him.
And he gasped as she impaled herself on his waiting shaft.
He roughly grabbed the cheeks of her arse as she rode him and was mesmerized by her jiggling little titties as she was pumping on him and riding on him like a rodeo rider on a bucking bronco until he grunted through gritted teeth and she screamed out in orgasm.
Freya was feeling very pleased with herself.
a, because she had just had a very decent seeing to,
b, because she had got the sergeant to communicate, even if it was in the most primeval type of converse.
And c, because there was time enough to go again.
As she walked down the landing towards the stairs Freya thought that was a job well done.
Apart from her normal duties as district nurse Freya had taken it upon herself to make sure he regained his self-worth and succeeded.
She did think she would continue his course of treatment a while longer however.
When she reached the stairwell the lift opened and Mrs Lewis got out.
“Oh they’re working again” Freya said
“Yes dear, thank god” she said “How’s the boy?”
“You know, I think he’s perked up a bit” Freya said
“Oh I do hope so dear” she replied
Freya was the Norse Goddess of Sessrúmnir who took half those killed or wounded in battle, but Freya St David was a nurse and Instead of taking him to Valhalla she took him to paradise.
She was thankful that the lift was working again as she was feeling a bit leg weary.
And riding down in the lift she was even more flushed than when she yomped up 15 flights.
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