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.
Freya was twenty-seven
years old but looked much younger and she was a first class flirt, and her skin
was always flushed pink like she was freshly scrubbed.
Yet she never did
anything more than flirt and she really enjoyed flirting.
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.
She had had a very
busy week and by the time she returned to the District Nursing office she was
exhausted.
“Oh God” she said
to herself when she saw that George was still there, he was one of the
temporary cleaners, covering while the usual couple were on holiday for the
week.
He was good at his
job, but he fancied himself a bit, and he was a good looking lad with a well-toned
body but he was no more than 18 years old.
This however didn’t
prevent him from propositioning every female member of staff irrespective of their
age.
Freya had been
swatting him away like a mosquito all week thankfully the A team were back
after the weekend.
She really wasn’t
in the mood for any of his nonsense.
Freya was not in
the best of moods to begin with as she was a bit miffed that she hadn’t heard
anything from the captain, she felt sure that there was a connection between
them, she thought maybe a text message or an email, even snail mail but there was
nothing.
She was also hot
and bothered as it had been a hot day and because they had to wear the full
uniform on her rounds including black tights and her legs were sweaty.
Freya didn’t like
sweaty legs much so as the evening was still warm and as the office was
officially closed the first thing she did when she got back to her desk was to
remove her black tights and let some air to her legs.
She was also moody
because she hadn’t had it for a while.
Freya was always
horny in the hot weather and as she hadn’t been active since the day of the
Summer Ball, she was like a volcano ready to erupt.
So, when George
propositioned her in the waiting room for the umpteenth time that week, she
snapped
“So, you fancy a
bit of Ginger?” she shouted and got right in his face
“Well, erm um
well” he stammered
“Well let’s see
what you’ve got big boy” she said angrily and thrust her hand down the front of
his joggers and grabbed his cock which, as was the habit with teenagers
instantly swelled in her hand.
“Not bad” she said,
and he tried to kiss her
“They’ll be none
of that” she snapped
She wasn’t about
to let him fuck her, she had however decided to fuck him, just in case he had a
hair trigger.
She released his
cock and yanked his joggers and pants down to expose his not insubstantial
organ and then pushed him backwards onto the large low table in the middle of
the waiting room littered with magazines and other reading matter.
“Get on your back”
she snarled, and he meekly complied
Freya climbed on
top of him, pulled her knickers aside and slid herself onto him
“Is that what you
wanted George” she said
“Oh yes” he said
and tried to touch her arse
Freya slapped his
hands away and said
“Just hold on to
the table and try not to come too soon”
She moaned coarsely
as she skewered herself on him.
He reached up to fondle
her tits through her uniform but again she slapped his hands away again.
“I won’t tell you
again” she snapped.
Freya wasn’t interested
in him enjoying himself this was all about her stress relief, her satisfaction,
and her volcanic eruption.
Which she would
get as long as he didn’t finish prematurely.
Freya was content
to close her eyes and ignore the callow youth treating him as no more than a
dildo as she remained in complete control and exuded the most sensual self-satisfying
moans as she rode him to their mutual climax.
She climbed off
him and rearranged her drawers and looked down at George lying down on the
table with a grin on his face.
“You can put that
away now” she said and batted his withering erection like a cat swiping at its
prey which made him wince and removed the grin “And tidy this mess up”
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