(Part 01)
Virginia Kirby was a ward sister at the Winston Churchill Hospital and she was a rather plain middle-aged woman just the wrong side of 50.
Virginia was five foot six inches tall and very trim, and stood an inch or so taller in her stout shoes, and her sisters uniform fitted her perfectly, tapered at the waist where the broad belt sat.
Her once black hair was now streaked with grey and bore what Catherine Cookson fans would recognise as the “Mallen streak”.
She was always smiling, but the ageing in her face wasn’t all due to laughter lines, life’s hardships and experiences were etched into her face as well, each line and furrow an event and for those who could read such signs it was like her résumé.
She was well-liked and respected at work but none of her colleagues knew her outside of work and assumed she was just a sad lonely spinster.
That was due in part to the fact that she was a private person and didn’t talk of her private life and also because those who had happened to see her outside of work reported back that she was a frump as she choose to dress in the twin set and tweed style because sartorially Virginia was a sensible shoes and utilitarian tights kind of woman.
Even people from the village of Dulcet St Mary, where she had lived for 20 years believed her to be a sad lonely old soul and many of them referred to her as “the prudish Miss Kirby” or “virginal Virginia” or “the dried up old spinster”.
But as more than one man had found out to their surprise beneath the frumpy exterior lay hidden delights.
The other thing that tended to reinforce the stereotype was her heavy involvement with St Mary’s church but even the other congregants were unaware of her true nature.
Which was why when a new curate arrived at St Mary’s and was in need of lodgings Virginal Virginia was as always the obvious choice.
Being single and living in a three bedroom house she always had room for a lodger and being the epitome of respectability and a dried up old virgin there was never a hint of impropriety.
Virginia was by profession a care giver and in the village was considered to be an angel of mercy because she would, in her own time, visit parishioners in need.
Which was why she was visiting Tom Chapman to try and rally his spirits.
There was nothing physically wrong with Tom, he was depressed, he was 35 years old and had just lost his beloved wife to breast cancer and the light in his world had been extinguished so Virginia had decided to relight his candle and show him there were still thing in this world worth living for.
(Part 02)
The Cancer may have been responsible for taking his wife Debbie but Tom’s problem was curable.
His unmarried sister Linda was staying with him and looking after him but the cure Virginia had in mind was not something his sister should administer.
Linda let him in and then excused herself as she had some shopping to do.
Virginia walked up the stairs and found Tom lying in his bed in the unlit room with his eyes closed as if he’d fallen asleep.
But she knew he was awake, he was pretending to be asleep so that she wouldn’t be able to shower him with banalities and clichés and encouragements to make him pull himself together.
“Hello Tom” she said but there was no response as she slipped off her coat.
As she had gone to his house straight from work she was still wearing her sister’s uniform.
“Right then” she said to herself “No more angel of mercy”
“I have decided that talking to you doesn’t work and common sense doesn’t work so we need to give you and more base reason to re-join the human race” she said and lifted the duvet and reached in until her hand had found the fly of his pyjamas and pulled his flaccid member through the hole.
“As soon as we get this little chap to re-join the world the rest of you will follow”
Virginia kicked off her shoes and she could feel the life force flowing into his tool as she handled it.
While slowly tugging on his reviving dick with her right hand she undid her belt with the left.
“So not such a little chap after all” she said as his cock began to fill her hand and Tom tensed as she began tugging roughly on his very strong erection.
Tom still lay with his eyes closed however, but the rising of his chest and the sound of his breathing told her he was as wide awake as his cock was.
“Now that I seem to have your full attention” she said she released his cock and threw back the duvet and then expertly yanked his bottoms off and Virginia got a good look at her handiwork.
“Debbie was a very lucky girl” she thought to herself but out loud she said “So far so good”
Virginia stood up and slipped off her uniform and was completely naked underneath.
Tom was still feigning sleep on the bed but she knew his eyes would be open very soon.
She slipped a finger into her crack, just to test the water, and she was ready but then Virginia was always ready.
She climbed onto the bed and they both gasped as she impaled herself on his waiting shaft.
“Damn it Debbie you were a lucky bitch” she thought as she slid down him.
Which was when he opened his eyes and roughly grabbed the cheeks of her arse as she rode on him and he was mesmerized by her jiggling little titties as she was pumping down on him and riding him like a rodeo rider on a bucking bronco until he grunted through gritted teeth and she screamed out in orgasm and he emptied his balls.
Virginia was feeling very pleased with herself, partly because she had risen Tom from the dead but also because she had ridden his enormous cock.
“Go and have a shower” she said as she rubbed her pussy
“Then you can give me a proper seeing to before Linda gets back from shopping”
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