(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.
So for years she played the part of the Good Samaritan with her particular brand of hands on help, all under the noses of the church and her neighbour’s.
She always accepted that the sweet moments of passion she shared with her house guests and those in need within the parish were just a taste of what other people could have but not her.
Mark Ridpath was an oncology Doctor from the Churchill who, along with his wife, had been Virginia’s friend for many years and she had been his greatest support over the two years since he was widowed.
But not in her customary manner, not that she didn’t want to.
(Part 02)
Since Mark Ridpath was widowed he threw himself into his work and his patients and every time he lost another one he had to grieve all over again.
It all came to a head when 11 year old Steve Wiltshire succumbed to leukemia and he broke down.
Luckily Virginia was on hand and made sure no one else witnessed his distress.
At the end of her shift she managed to sneak Mark down in the goods lift and drove him to her home in Dulcet St Mary, and on the journey home she offered to put him up and unlike previous recipients of her kindness she didn’t intend to put him up her.
Virginia put Mark up in the spare room and settled him into bed and he stayed there for three days and only on the fourth day he did leave the room.
Mark lay in his bed, as he had since he arrived in Dulcet St Mary, wishing he was in hers.
He did nothing about it however, as much as he wanted her, in case it ruined their friendship, which he valued greatly.
Also he didn’t want her to think less of him, he was not aware of her propensity towards sex, although in his case she had held back because he was more than just another man to shag.
He waited until he heard the Curate leaving for the church and got out of bed, then he quietly crossed the landing.
He opened her bedroom door and could see Virginia lying on her side with her back to him.
He quietly closed the door behind him and approached the bed, he could tell from her breathing that she was asleep so he slipped under the covers and cuddled up and spooned her.
“Mmmm” she murmured in her sleep as he nuzzled her neck and slid his hand on to caress her small breast and the want he had felt from across the landing intensified.
As Mark toyed and teased her teat he kissed her skin and breathed in the familiar fragrance of her perfume.
Virginia was still in that dreamy hinterland between wakefulness and sleep as he pushed his free hand between her neck and the pillow which quickly replaced the hand already fondling her breast.
Mark’s free hand then moved swiftly down her belly to seek out her hairy prize.
Virginia awoke as his fingers combed their way through her pubes and she instantly parted her thighs in anticipation of his arriving digits.
“Oh Mark” she murmured as his fingers crept ever closer and then they were awash in her hot juice, slipping and sliding between her lips.
She buried her face in the pillow to muffle her animal responses to his touch as Mark frigged her until she came.
Virginias reached between her legs and grabbed his cock and guided it roughly into her and Mark did the rest until she went rigid and screamed into the pillow.
Virginia relaxed as he withdrew and they lay still for a moment and he kissed her shoulder and confessed.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long”
“Me too” she murmured
As they lay there cuddling in the afterglow Virginia was feeling very pleased with herself for a job well done, firstly because she had just had a very decent seeing to by a man she had been in love with for years, secondly because she had not had to take the initiative, he had very definitely wanted her, and finally because she could feel his cock stirring back to life so they would soon be going again.
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