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.
Virginia was by
profession a care giver and in the village was considered to be an angel of
mercy because she would, in her own time, visit parishioners in need.
Which was why she was
visiting Tom Chapman to try and rally his spirits.
There was nothing
physically wrong with Tom, he was depressed, he was 35 years old and had just
lost his beloved wife to breast cancer and the light in his world had been
extinguished so Virginia had decided to relight his candle and show him there
were still thing in this world worth living for.
The Cancer may have
been responsible for taking his wife Debbie but Tom’s problem was curable.
His unmarried sister
Linda was staying with him and looking after him but the cure Virginia had in
mind was not something his sister should administer.
Linda let him in and
then excused herself as she had some shopping to do.
Virginia walked up the
stairs and found Tom lying in his bed in the unlit room with his eyes closed as
if he’d fallen asleep.
But she knew he was
awake, he was pretending to be asleep so that she wouldn’t be able to shower
him with banalities and clichés and encouragements to make him pull himself
together.
“Hello Tom” she said
but there was no response as she slipped off her coat.
As she had gone to his
house straight from work she was still wearing her sister’s uniform.
“Right then” she said
to herself “No more angel of mercy”
“I have decided that
talking to you doesn’t work and common sense doesn’t work so we need to give
you and more base reason to re-join the human race” she said and lifted the
duvet and reached in until her hand had found the fly of his pyjamas and pulled
his flaccid member through the hole.
“As soon as we get
this little chap to re-join the world the rest of you will follow”
Virginia kicked off
her shoes and she could feel the life force flowing into his tool as she
handled it.
While slowly tugging
on his reviving dick with her right hand she undid her belt with the left.
“So not such a little
chap after all” she said as his cock began to fill her hand and Tom tensed as
she began tugging roughly on his very strong erection.
Tom still lay with his
eyes closed however, but the rising of his chest and the sound of his breathing
told her he was as wide awake as his cock was.
“Now that I seem to
have your full attention” she said she released his cock and threw back the
duvet and then expertly yanked his bottoms off and Virginia got a good look at
her handiwork.
“Debbie was a very
lucky girl” she thought to herself but out loud she said “So far so good”
Virginia stood up and
slipped off her uniform and was completely naked underneath.
Tom was still feigning
sleep on the bed but she knew his eyes would be open very soon.
She slipped a finger
into her crack, just to test the water, and she was ready but then Virginia was
always ready.
She climbed onto the
bed and they both gasped as she impaled herself on his waiting shaft.
“Damn it Debbie you
were a lucky bitch” she thought as she slid down him.
Which was when he opened
his eyes and roughly grabbed the cheeks of her arse as she rode on him and he
was mesmerized by her jiggling little titties as she was pumping down on him
and riding him like a rodeo rider on a bucking bronco until he grunted through
gritted teeth and she screamed out in orgasm and he emptied his balls.
Virginia was feeling
very pleased with herself, partly because she had risen Tom from the dead but
also because she had ridden his enormous cock.
“Go and have a shower”
she said as she rubbed her pussy
“Then you can give me
a proper seeing to before Linda gets back from shopping”
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