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.
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 sarge”
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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