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 tumor 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 newfound 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 lightheaded as
he skilfully made her come.
And then she
looked down at the bulge and she thought with a satisfied smile
“Mission
accomplished”
Richards’s
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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