Freya St David, 09 – Goddess Of Wealth

Freya St David was a pretty nurse with strawberry coloured hair, and despite the fact that she was barely five feet tall and looked like a breadth of wind might blow her away, she was very strong and full of self-confidence.

But it hadn’t always been that way when as a young girl she lived in the village of Tipton in the northern most part of the county.

Freya was twenty-seven years old but looked much younger and she was a first-class flirt.

But flirting was as far as she ever 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.

 

She was a district nurse by profession but on that particular day she was supplementing her income with some private work.

She worked through an agency and did a wide variety of roles, evenings and weekends, the only thing she refused to do was work at the Churchill Hospital where she worked out of, as she thought that was taking the piss.

Freya was on her way to a private house on the outskirts of the Village of Carrington.

It was a big Art Deco house built in the thirties, very elegant and very stylish.

But for its owner James Boazman it had become like a prison because even a gilded cage was still a cage.

He was a good-looking man in his early forties slim an even elegant and he always smelt gorgeous.

The reason for his imprisonment was his wife’s illness.

Freya’s role in regard to Amanda Boazman was palliative care although she was very far along and barely conscious.

Freya was the night shift and apart from managing her medication she just had to sit with her.

It enabled her to nap quite a lot so as not to impact on her day job, she was fortunate in one respect that she had never slept for more than 6 hours a night in her life.

 

It was about three o’clock in the morning when Freya woke from a dose, she checked the patient and decided to go and get herself a drink.

She crept quietly down the stairs so as not to disturb Mr Boazman.

Freya tip toed her way down until she was startled by a sound, she stopped and listened and then carried on.

As she approached his study, she noticed a light under the door.

When she got closer, she could see him seated at his desk.

“Hello Mr Boazman” said Freya

“Is everything alright?” he said startled

“Yes, I was just getting a drink” she replied

“Are you ok?” she asked and entered the room and approached him.

“If you’re having trouble sleeping, I can give you something” she said

“I’m fine really” he said

“I don’t think you are” Freya said and sat herself on the corner of his desk “So come on out with it”

He didn’t say anything immediately, but Freya noticed he was staring at her legs, and then he realised she had noticed.

“Well, I’m ashamed to say it but…. I’m bored”

He admitted

“I can’t go out and leave her, but I can’t have people over here either”

“It’s not just that though is it?” she said as she noticed his eyes on her legs again.

“No” he agreed and proceeded to tell her the root of his problem which all boiled down to the fact that he was horny, and he wasn’t getting any.

All his wealth and nobody was wetting his whistle.

This development was not expected and as she had awoken from her doze a little moist herself was not entirely unwelcome.

But whether a man too principled to pay a prostitute to come to the house and service him would be unscrupulous enough to shag his wife’s nurse was the big question.

She decided to put him to the test.

 

As he had shown such an interest in her legs, she would give him something more tantalizing to look at.

As she sat down her skirt had rucked up at the back and she knew it would not reposition itself.

She could see in her peripheral vision that there was a book on the far corner of the desk.

Freya stood up and in one fluid movement turned around and reached across the desk to retrieve the book.

This she managed to achieve with the bulk of her skirt still rucked up which meant Mr Boazman had a great view not only of her lovely legs but also most of her arse.

“So, what are you reading?” she said in no hurry to return to the perpendicular.

He didn’t answer, so Freya thought he must have been digesting the view.

She threw a little glance over her shoulder and saw that he had wheeled his chair slightly to his left to give him a completely unhindered view of her display.  

"Dickens" he said in answer to her question just as she was wondering quite how long she could stay in that position.
"Not long" was her conclusion just as she felt his hands on the back of her thighs.
His fingers were spread wide, and his thumbs pointed upwards towards the prize as they moved slowly northwards.  

"That’s nice" she said encouragingly and relinquished her hold of the book.

"It’s beautiful" he responded as his palms reached her fleshy cheeks.
Freya was bent over the desk with her full weight on her palms wondering if he would have the initiative to take advantage of the situation just as James relinquished his hold of her arse.

Freya thought the worse and feared his conscience had got the better of him.

But he had only ceased his fondling in order to raise the hem of her uniform halfway up her back.

He then ran his hands up to the waistband of her tights and yanked then smartly downwards in such a swift movement not unlike the magician’s tablecloth trick and her knickers came down with them.

So, with her knickers and tights safely around her knees Freya was assured to get something for her trouble but precisely what she was about to get she did not know.

Out of Freya’s line of sight James had undone his trousers and was sat in his chair with his erection in one hand while the other resumed its fondling of her buttocks briefly before nonchalantly slipping an inquisitive finger between her juicy lips almost like checking the oil level on your car and Freya let out an acquiescent moan in response.

And when his finger came out wet, he positioned his chair as close up behind her as possible.

“Come on then" he commanded and with his powerful hands on her tiny hips he encouraged her towards him.
Freya who still had both hands on the desk pushed herself up and then with his guidance lowered herself onto him.

If he had been in any doubt up to that point that she was experienced she dispelled them instantly as she rose and fell on him, rising almost to the very tip of him and then all the way down.

Freya was experienced but this position was new to her, he grunted and moaned beneath her as she rode him, and it felt wonderfully dirty.

 

Afterwards Freya reflected on the event and felt she had done a good turn, he would at least sleep well even if he would have a betrayal on his conscience.

Freya was well satisfied with what she had given and what she had received.

James was a passive partner, but Freya thought that with a bank holiday weekend approaching when she was due to do three twelve hour shifts she would have time enough to cure him of that.