Twilight Time with His Night Nurse

Author's preface:

I met this lady by chance one day in our dentists waiting room. While waiting for what seemed an interminable time, we got talking and afterwards went for coffee together. Although she's a lot older than I am, we struck up an easy and comfortable friendship. Gradually over the months our conversations became more personal and as her trust in me increased, she confided in me more and more. Eventually she told me that she had story to tell and asked I might consider writing it for her. (It's something I'm asked to help with more and more, but I don't really know why). It took me a while, quite a number of discussions and some copious notes. When I finished, I asked her to read it through, and if she was happy with what I wrote, I would submit it with her approval. So, with a few amendments that she made, here it is.

Standing by the bed Abigail smiled at Nigel as she took his blood pressure, she had worked at the retirement home for five years, as a staff nurse, attending the permanent night shift. Nigel had been a resident for around six months. She had looked after him for most of time he'd been there. Making sure he took his medicine on time, and that he looked after his personal hygiene, took regular exercise, and ate properly.

Abigail was 38 years old, unmarried, and lived alone in a neat little cottage by the river. It had a large private garden, surrounded by tall hedges, she was able to sit out in her back garden in complete seclusion, enjoying the afternoon sun without fear of interruptions. The neighbours were several hundred yards away on each side in a narrow private lane. The cottage set back from the roadway, had a lengthy drive and was securely gated. She had bought it with a small mortgage and had used a large part of her inheritance from her parents as the deposit.

Most people called her Abi. She was around 5'3" with a nice figure. A little on the plump side but couldn't really be described as fat. Firm breasts, 34B, nice, strong legs, shapely bum, and darkish blonde hair, which she kept tied back, usually with a black ribbon or scrunchie. She wasn't pretty or beautiful, but even so, was very attractive, with a sharp defined face. Warm blue eyes, that danced with merriment when she laughed but had a hardness that showed she wasn't a woman who would tolerate any nonsense.

She had enjoyed her role at the retirement home, having qualified as an RGN and worked in the NHS for 8 years. She had changed job, because it was more suitable to her lifestyle and of course the pay was better. She occasionally took bank shifts at the local hospital but hated having to wear scrubs. Particularly as the seat of the pants, stretched tightly over her firm shapely rear, showing the VPL of her high waist control panties.

Working at the retirement home, allowed her to wear proper nurse's dresses. She had to buy them herself but felt that it was a reasonable expense to outlay for the comfort she had when wearing them. Usually, she wore light blue dresses, which were press stud fronted to below the waist. Some were with light blue narrow stripes, the upper bodice being zip fronted. Occasionally she would wear a dark navy uniform, with press studs, and white piping on the sleeves, collar, and pockets. She was also able to wear a nurse's belt with her silver buckle, something that she missed when working in the NHS. Usually, she wore comfortable plain cotton knickers, and a soft cotton bra, finished with black tights, or hold ups, softlight nurse's shoes, and normally a navy cardigan.

Taking a pride in her appearance, she always wore a fresh uniform, neatly ironed, and well fitted. Keeping her body clean and her skin soft and well moisturised. Her hair well cared for, she wore it swept back at the sides, and usually up in a ponytail at the back. Always particular about her hygiene, she used a decent quality soap, and shampoo. Rarely using perfume, she found that her antiperspirant was fragrant enough. Abi was conscious of her thick dark blonde luxuriant pubic hair, keeping it trimmed, using a specialised hair conditioner with several vitamins, and regularly brushing or combing it, so that it was soft tangle free and silky to the touch.

Abi enjoyed day to day interaction with the elderly residents, most were delightful characters, predominantly ladies, with an odd scattering of men. As is often the case, the turnover was quite regular, residents either moved elsewhere, or sadly in a lot of instances, passed away. She formed light attachments, but didn't allow herself to become too familiar with them. However, all of that changed for her when Nigel moved into the home.

She liked Nigel, he had moved in about six months previously she found that he was a bit more interesting than the other residents, most of whom were ladies. He was in his early 60's, but still had a fine intellect and she often spent time in his room, where they talked together. She found his life fascinating, he had been in the merchant navy and had travelled all over the world. He would hold her spellbound with tales of the places he'd visited. He was around 5'7", a fine head of silver-grey hair, light grey eyes, and a bit of a paunch, he'd been good looking once, but time had taken its toll. He was reasonably active, although sometimes he got tired, and needed help with walks, climbing stairs, or occasionally getting in and out of his bed.

Over the months, they discovered that they were kindred spirits, neither having married, nor even wanted to. Both had been with several longish term partners but had broken up with them. Nigel had girls in some of the ports he'd visited, but had been incredibly careful about having sex, not wanting to contract an STI, or father any children with them. Abi had also not wanted to have children but had enjoyed numerous good sexual relationships.

Nigel had become resident at the retirement home, after he'd retired from the merchant navy, and sold his small flat, deciding to live somewhere with people he could talk to and stave off the loneliness he had been experiencing. A quiet reserved man, he found the life in the retirement home, comfortable, and enjoyed the company there. He'd resisted the advances of several women who were also residents. He didn't talk much about sex, but despite his appetite beginning to diminish with his age, he thought about it quite a lot. For Abi, she felt a growing physical attraction to him, slowly at first, then growing with each week that passed. As time passed, she realised that it wasn't just a physical attraction that she felt for him, but she appreciated his intellect, and his ability to hold a sensible conversation with her.

Abi's sex life had virtually stopped when she left NHS hospital working. There were plenty of opportunities there, the nature of the place fostered casual linking with other staff, and there were linen rooms, equipment cupboards, and lounges that were conveniently available. She had been taken for a quick, frantic, tumbles there on several occasions, and while they satisfied her need for sex, they did't give her the truly ecstatic release she craved. However, nowadays her sex life consisted of a cup of hot chocolate, and a risqué book, usually a bodice ripper. She didn't masturbate, finding it more frustrating rather than providing her with any satisfying release, preferring to daydream about sexual activities with handsome capable men. However, because of random opportunities, which she occasionally accepted from younger men, she made sure she took her contraceptive pill, each morning before she went to bed.

The residential home was gradually closing down, and no new people were being accommodated, so, slowly the residents became fewer, as either they moved out, or passed away. Until there were only four residents left, so Abi ran the night duty on her own. It didn't take long to settle the residents down in the evenings, so it was well within her capabilities to look after them. Once the day staff left at 9:00pm, she would lock the outer doors, reduce the lighting, do her rounds, then from around 10:00pm, spend time with Nigel.

One evening she was sitting with him in his room, watching a TV programme in which they both shared an interest. He got out of his bed and walked slowly to his bathroom. She heard him peeing, then flush the toilet. Returning to his bed, he found he couldn't make it on his own. Abi, stood up and putting her arm around his shoulders, supported him as he swung his legs up onto the mattress. His pyjama flies gaped open, and she looked down, seeing his penis nestling in the shadow of his crotch. The sight struck a chord with her, unexpected but enormously powerful as she looked at what he inadvertently showed her. It was safe to say, he was quite a man.

Neither said anything, normally she wasn't bothered by seeing a man's penis, she'd seen all sorts and shapes when at the hospital, she didn't regard them sexually, so nothing surprised her. (In fairness most of us don't find a man's penis that attractive, but it does form an integral part towards the end of general arousal). Yet, there was something about Nigel's, that made her feel attracted to and strangely turned on by what he had. It wasn't so much that he was at the upper level of average, it was more that it just looked nice, sort of 'right.' Glancing up at his face, she saw her own surprise mirrored in his expression.

Both returned to watching the television, until he sweetly fell asleep. Dimming the light, and turning off the TV set, leaving the room and closing the door quietly behind her. She returned to the office, completed her paperwork, and settled in the chair for the peace and quiet of the small hours.

Finishing her shift the following morning, she returned to her home. Sitting in her lounge as she drank her freshly made hot chocolate, her mind kept going back to what she saw of Nigel's genitalia. She couldn't get it out of her mind and felt her insides squirming at the thought of him. Her wetness grew and she soaked her panties, her desire was so strong.

Telling herself that her thoughts were wrong, and against her professional standards, she tried to suppress her feelings. However, it was a nearly impossible task, and she thought about him more and more, the memory of his penis at the forefront of her mind. She tried to excuse her thoughts by telling herself that he wasn't a patient, and that he was a resident and so not subject to her restrictions. She would never consider any sexual relationship with a patient, but she told herself, he fell outside those rules.

Taking to her shower and then to bed, she slept fitfully. Dreams flowed through her mind, and constant memories of Nigel's penis featured heavily in them. Waking several times, feeling hot and sweaty, and with the warm wet feelings between her thighs, she began to look forward to her shift that night.

Taking her handover from the day staff, she went around to check the residents. The three others were all elderly ladies. Lovely people, most of them were settling down to sleep, one of them, Gladys, was already out for the count. She liked to sleep with her TV on, and the volume turned down low. She left Nigel's room until last, trying to control her feelings. Entering his room, she found he was already in his bed. They watched their programme together, and she repeated the previous evenings routine, leaving him sleeping peacefully as she left.

Returning to the staff office, she sat and completed the evening reports, prepared the medicine trolly for the early morning rounds. Drinking a cup of water from the cooler, she relaxed at her desk and thought a bit more about the episode with Nigel and idly dreamed he might treat her with his exploratory fingers, and how much the sight of him had aroused her.

An unusually hot night, Abi switched on the office fan and sat on the comfortable swivel chair in the staff office. Drawing the hem of her dress up to her waist, she pulled the front of her knickers down, and parted her knees to let the cool air from the fan circulate around her crotch. Sighing in relief, Abi scratched her pubis through her pubic hair, pulling the waistband of her panties even further down, leaning back and relaxing.

Disturbed by a cough from the doorway, she looked up to find Nigel standing there, his eyes wide as he took in the intimate view she presented to him. Over the years, she had learned not to panic or get flustered if she was caught in a revealing position, sometimes when reaching up, crouching, or bending over. It happened a lot when she worked in the hospital before scrubs were available. Even with them, the material drew tight and revealed the most intimate body shapes. Particularly at the front, or a view of her full fleshy peach nestling between her thighs if she bent forwards or crouched down. Calmly, without any fuss, she gently pulled her waistband up, and her dress down, she turned to him, still sitting with her knees apart she asked.

"Is there something I can help you with Nigel?"

"I know it's late, but I can't sleep, I was wondering if you might come and sit with me again, hopefully I'll drift off then."

"Of course Nigel, go back to your room and I'll be there in a minute."

He smiled, nodded, and walked off down the corridor. Abi took a deep breath and followed him. In his room, she saw he was standing by his bed waiting for her. She put her arm around his waist and helped him as he sat down, swinging his legs up onto the mattress. Once again, his flies gaped open, and she felt her heart rate increase as she saw his genitals, the firm nicely shaped penis, and the tight scrotal sac nestling underneath it.

Pointedly pausing, she made no effort to disguise her interest, taking a good long look at him. Impulsively she reached forward, and gently took his shaft in her hand, feeling it's weight and warmth as it rested in her palm. It felt alive to her touch, a slow but noticeable swelling as he began to achieve an erection. Feeling him was everything she thought it might be, although he was elderly, he still had some elements of sexual response, certainly only a minimum of erectile dysfunction. She leaned closer to him and whispered.

"You're very tense Nigel, if you want to get back off to sleep, you'll need to relax."

He nodded, and swung his legs up onto the bed, settling himself into the mattress. Leaning over the edge of his bed, to fluff up his pillows, she felt her pubis press against his knuckles. Surprised that she found the touch enjoyable, she looked into his face and smiled at him. He swallowed hard and kept his hand firmly on the edge of the mattress. Abi moved her hips slightly, feeling the press studs on front of her dress pop open slightly and catch on the back of his hand. Enjoying both the feeling, and the expression on Nigel's face she held herself there for almost a minute, before stepping back carefully.

Unfastening a few buttons below the waist at the front of her dress, in front of his startled eyes. She stood on one foot and leaned closer over him. Reaching for the bedside light, she pulled her front slightly open, and tensed as she felt his fingers slip inside, to gently caress the front panel of her knickers. Standing on one foot, she lifted her knee, resting it on the edge of his mattress pushing herself closer to him. His eyes closed and she saw the look of pleasure on his face as he enjoyed the feeling of her through the soft white cotton panties under his touch.

After a while, she stepped back and fastened her dress. His eyes began to display disappointment but slowly closed. Sitting with him, she watched as his eyes drooped, and he slipped into a light slumber and then drifted off to a deep sleep. Quietly she left his room, closing the door carefully behind her. Quickly checking the other resident's rooms, they had all gone to sleep, leaving her in peace and quiet to carry on with her duties. She was a bit excited by the memory of his touch, how it felt to have him stroking the soft white cotton front of her panties. Additionally, his eyes had been imbued with warm gratitude for the opportunity she had presented him with. Feeling a little guilty about what she was allowing to happen, though oddly the slightly forbidden nature made their activities all the more exciting.

There followed another day at home, where she slept fitfully, her mind full of what she had allowed to happen to her. Dressing for work that evening, she chose to wear a slightly more decorative pair of panties, a matching bra, and black lace topped hold ups instead of the usual plain ones under her uniform dress.

Once again, taking the handover from the day staff, she locked up after they left. In the office, she took off her nurse's belt, laying it on the desk. Abi checked on the other residents and once she was sure they were settled, made her way into Nigel's room. He was sitting in his chair, and smiled as she came in, his gaze flicking over her figure. They talked quietly for a while, watching the late evening news, before Nigel got up from his seat and went into the bathroom.

She listened intently and when she heard him passing water, she stood, reached under her dress, and pulled her knickers down, folding them neatly before putting them into her pocket. Drawing her stockings up, until they were tight and snug, she smoothed her dress back into place. Returning to the room, he stood by his bed, waiting expectantly for her to come close and help him into bed.

Approaching him slowly, smiling, she pointedly undid the lower fastenings of her dress, before placing her arm around his waist and holding him close as he swung his body up onto his mattress. His pyjama trousers opened, and she saw he was partially erect. Leaning over him, to use the control pad to adjust the angle of the upper bed, she pressed herself against his hand, and as expected felt him reach in through the front. His fingers touched the bare skin of her rounded tummy and crept down towards where he thought the waistband of her knickers were.

He flinched with surprise when he felt her thick luxuriant pubic hair, smooth and sleek under his fingers. His eyes widened with shock, as she moved her hips forward to meet his touch. She smiled and nodded at him, raising her eyebrows in encouragement. Pushing her head back as his fingers explored her thick silky bush, and exhaling in a low gasp, as his fingers found her juicy plump vulva hidden away under her pubis. His thumb pressing and massaging her clitoral sheath, while his index and ring finger separated her small labia, and his middle finger slid slowly and gently inside her, passing through her vestibule and into her tight warm vaginal canal. Cautiously passing under her pubic symphysis and caressing the inside of her vaginal wall. Feeling herself involuntarily closing around his finger inside, she shivered at the sensation he was giving her.

Becoming very wet and slippery as her bartholins sprayed lubricant over his palm, and enjoying the rising pleasure of his touch, she sighed in gratification at his experienced petting. He found one of her sensitive areas in the front wall of her vaginal entrance, and stroked it, his finger curling as it moved sensually over her tissue. He'd obviously learnt some exciting techniques during his time overseas.

Abi relaxed and melted into his hand, enjoying the feeling of being under his masterful control. The feelings that arose in her innards, were difficult to explain, other than to say that she felt aroused, and filled with a powerful desire to be as one with Nigel. Making the decision to advance their mutual enjoyment, she moved back slightly and took the counterpane in preparation to pull it down to his knees.

Watching, his mouth slightly open as she rolled his bedcover down and opened the flies of his pyjamas. He sighed when Abi took his penis in her hand, and he closed his eyes, as she began to gently pull his foreskin back and fore, stroking him softly, slowly and with a tenderness he had not felt in many years.

He felt thick, and heavy in her palm, he didn't seem to have any problem with his erection, other than it was a bit slow to rise, and it didn't stand up too stiffly. Smiling at his responses, she felt his warmth and she gradually increased the speed of her hand, hearing him moan softly. He felt the almost forgotten sensation behind the root of his shaft, as he began to build up to an ejaculation.

She felt him shuddering, and his hips moving, pushing forwards, encouraging her to pull faster. He exhaled sharply, the air whistling through his teeth, and he jerked convulsively as he achieved a climax. There wasn't much semen, but it was a tremendous relief to him. He'd been harbouring thoughts of sex, and of Abi, for several weeks, this was the reward for his patience.

He sighed and lay back on his pillows, as she took some tissues and cleaned him, disposing of them in the container for contaminated material. He drifted off to sleep, leaving Abi, thrilled, but a little frustrated at her lack of physical sexual pleasure. Returning to the office, she busied herself with work, until the time came to handover and go home.

Once again, at home in her bed she slept fitfully her mind full of sultry thoughts and dreams. She waited impatiently until it was time to go into work. Arriving on time, she took the handover, and when the day staff left, Abi locked up, checked the other residents, before making her way to Nigel's room. He was already in bed waiting for her, as she came through the door, and advanced towards him.

As he watched, she reached under her dress and pulled her knickers down. Stepping close to his bed, she shivered as his hand stroked across her bottom and under the hem of her dress. Caressing the cheeks of her buttocks, she shivered as his fingers crept into her vulva, softly stroking her minor labia, spreading her lubricants over her vaginal entrance and over the tip of her clitoris.

She turned herself so that he had easier access to her, and with her left hand, cupped his scrotal sac. Taking hold of his shaft with her right hand, gently pulling his foreskin back until his glans was exposed to her, the pinkish purple head, nicely defined, his rim flared open, and small amounts of precum oozed out of his tip. Delicately she rested her lips on the tip of his helmet, holding them there for a few seconds, before slowly sliding them over the sensitive skin. Her tongue swirled around his tip, as she felt him pulse more pre-ejaculate, from his urethra. Tasting the salty, slippery fluid as it flowed over the fleshy part of her tongue, she realised that her stimulation of him, had encouraged his dormant sex organs to react and produce more output.

Moving her head up and down, as she gently sucked him, her hand stroking his shaft, the sensations for him were almost unbearable in their intensity. His fingers working away at her soft pussy lips, she felt the body fluids running down the inside of her thighs. His head pressed back into his pillows, with his eyes closed, he moaned softly as her ministrations to his neat but sensitive penis head, took delicious effect. His excitement meant that he didn't last long, her skill with her tongue allowed her to bring him to climax very quickly. Turning his penis slightly in her mouth and moved her head until it was pointed in the direction of his knees, slowly, languorously the tip of her tongue worked its way around his rim, flicking over his frenulum and very gently penetrating his urethra.

Unable to control himself, he jerked, his hips thrusting upwards as he ejaculated into her mouth. Little more than a dessert spoons worth, it tasted mushroomy as it smoothly rolled over the centre of her tongue, and into her throat as she swallowed the thick rich semen. Sucking firmly, before slipping her lips off his helmet, she licked her way down the underside of his shaft, until she reached his scrotum. Taking each testicle in turn, she rolled them around in her mouth, before sliding her lips up to his tip again. Holding his penis between her fingers, she licked his helmet, in tender a prolonged brushes with the tip of her tongue, passing underneath his lobes, and over the tip. Long lusciously savouring caressing movements with the flat of her tongue, encompassing the entire top of his purplish pink glans, causing him to sigh with the intensity of her actions. Catching the last few drops of his output, and savouring his taste as she gulped it down, enjoying the feeling as she consumed it, the thick semen, heavy as it flowed down her throat and into her stomach.

She had become an expert at performing oral sex on a man, she had learned the practice from a friend of hers during her nursing training days. That had been close, and although she was a year older than Abi, they got on well together. She showed her how to take a penis in between her lips, and how to gently caress the tip with her tongue. She used a fellow student as a training aid, showing her what to do with him, then encouraging her to try it herself. Of course, the young man hadn't minded at all and was more than willing to allow both girls free rein the experiment with his cock. Inevitably they had both ended up completing the act of sex with him, on almost all of their 'lessons,' leaving him sore, tired, but immensely happy.

Treating Nigel to several more evenings of oral sexual delight, she reached a point where she couldn't resist any further. Before she went to work that Friday evening, she dressed in fine white silk bra and panties. Applied a sophisticated perfume to her pulse points. Rolled on an expensive pair of sheer black hold up stocking, pulling each leg up tightly against the legs of her knickers. Choosing her fresh light blue striped uniform dress, her silver buckled belt, and putting on her nurse's shoes, she got into her car and drove in to the residential home.

Following her receiving the handover report, she methodically went through her routine evening rounds, locking the outer doors, and checking the patients. Pausing for a few moments in the office, waiting until she was sure she'd covered everything her duties demanded. She made her decision and committed herself to take a pathway of no return. Taking off her belt, she sipped it into her handbag and set out along the corridor to Nigel's room. As she approached his door, she became very conscious that her vulva and labia felt full, plump, and swollen, evidence to her that she was extremely aroused.

Entering, she stood for a moment, and taking a deep breath, closed the door behind her. Turning, she saw he was in his bed, waiting for her to come close to him. A brief thought went through her mind 'oh hell! What on earth am I doing, I'm completely compromising myself and my position,' but, her caution was overwhelmed by her sexual hunger, and shrugging her inhibitions off, she came close to his bed, rolling his covering down, and removing his pyjama bottoms.

Smiling warmly, she whispered to him.

"Now, my darling man, it's time to take our next step together."

Slowly, she moved her hands easily down the front of her uniform dress, undoing the press studs one after another as she went. Stunned, Nigel watched her, almost unable to move, as her uniform dress slipped down to the floor, lying there in a crumpled blue striped heap. Standing in just her stockings, bra and panties, she reached behind herself and unhooked her back-strap, allowing her bra to slide down her arms and join the dress on the floor. His heart pounded as he saw her mature, yet firm breasts, her nipples, hard and fully displayed to him.

Climbing onto his bed, she knelt beside him, the low light of the room, making the soft white cotton knickers gleam, her pubis pressing against the front panel. Reaching for his penis, Abi felt his slow rise to firmness, he wasn't overly hard, but hard enough. Stroking his scrotum, her fingertips exploring the space between his legs, she paused. Lifting herself up onto her knees, with a smooth movement she pulled her knickers down and off, raising herself further up so he could see the dark shadowed enticing mystery in her groin.

Carefully, throwing her leg over him, one knee either side of his hips. Reaching down, and taking hold of his shaft, she gently inserted his tip inside her labia. Twirling it around until it engaged with her entrance. Slowly, carefully she lowered herself down onto his penis. Pausing, she reached in between the top of her thighs, and gently pulled her thick vulval lips apart, widening herself to accommodate him, and ensuring that none of her body hair became caught in between her labia, and his penis. (That's happened to me, and other girls will know, that if your pubic hair gets caught, it's quite painful, and can very easily spoil the mood).

He sighed as he felt himself enveloped by her warm delicately creamy vaginal canal. Her pussy lips vibrating as they moved around his thick sinewy penis. Looking down over his body, he was entranced by the sight of his shaft disappearing inside her, the vulva bulging outwards at the sides, and the appearance of the lower cheeks of her bottom providing a background to his vision. Cautiously she sank down his shaft, feeling herself stretching, widening, and expanding in a way she hadn't experienced before as he filled her vaginal canal. Lubricating profusely making her slick, and ultrasoft until she was deeply skewered on him. Taking her weight on her knees and shins, she held his waist and smiled into his astonished face.

"How's that Nigel? Nice?"

He closed his eyes, swallowed and nodded to her.

Shifting her position forwards, her knees up close to his chest, and her inner thighs against his flank and hips, she began to ride him, carefully and with great tenderness. Moving smoothly, she began moving her pelvis in gentle circular motions, lifting herself up and down, she rode his penis, her bottom slapping onto his thighs with a distinct clapping sound. The metal framed bed, clinked and rattled with her movements, with the underlying squee-squeak, squee-squeak, squee-squeak, from the coiled springs of the thick mattress. Sounds only added to the intensity by the sighs of pleasure from Nigel. (I confess that I don't get to do this often with a man, they're usually too dominant, but when I do, the sensation produced by rotating my hips and feeling him moving around inside me is out of this world. Mmmmm).

Abi felt herself melting, having him within her was far better than she imagined it might be. Feeling the intensity of his thick penis as it stimulated her internally. She bounced up and down, her head thrown back, her breasts pointing upwards as she thrust her chest forward. Her nipples tingling with the innermost pulses of delight, coursing through her body. She moaned softly as her bodily responses started to overwhelm her.

"Ooooooh, mmmmm, ooooooh, it's wonderful Nigel, oooooh, lovely, lovey, so lovely, aaaah, haaah, mmmmm."

Very wet between her labia she was flooding his groin with her body juices. Moving in smooth rocking regular pelvic thrusts, she ground into him, watching his face and the expression of sheer amazement at her actions towards him. To his credit, he held back for several minutes, before he yielded to the inevitable and reached his climax. Unable to control himself and being subjected to an intense vaginal onslaught his penis swelled inside her. Abi felt his body stiffen and jerk as he shuddered, and gasped his rim flared, and he ejaculated, pumping his thick rich semen into her warm willing body.

He lay back, almost helpless as she tensed her tummy and bottom, gripping him firmly within her, drawing the last ounces of his semen into her, enjoying the feel as he twitched and jerked beneath her open thighs, her vulva and labia completely enshrouding his manhood. He struggled to cope as she raised his sensation of her warm softness to heights he had never reached in past liaisons.

Laying back his head deep in the pillow, he closed his eyes, as she rose up. The tremendous sensitivity of his penis, made even more so by her labia, slowly dragging up over his shaft. She held herself for a few seconds, with his helmet just inside her vaginal canal, twisting gently around several times, sending him almost into oblivion. Before disengaging, and allowing his penis to fall out of her, with the accompanying gush of their combined body fluids.

"There Nigel, how was that for you?"

Unable to reply coherently, he mumbled and smiled at her, before entering 'La petite mort.' Slowly getting off his bed, she slipped naked into his bathroom, where she washed her groin, and returning to the bedroom, cleaned his penis, scrotal sac, and belly with a damp facecloth. Pulling his pyjama bottoms up and tucking him into the bedclothes for the night. Dressing quickly, but not wishing to disturb Nigel, she didn't rummage around in the uniform dress to find her knickers. Finding and picking up her bra, she hooked the strap at the front before sliding it around her chest and slipping her breasts into the cups and pulling the straps over her shoulders.

Smoothing her hold ups, close to the top of her legs, she closed her eyes momentarily, as the sensation of the elastane rubbed over the inside of her thighs, the skin raised to an elevated level of erogenous acuteness, she felt the thrill as the welts drew up over her upper legs. Picking up her uniform dress, she stepped into it, pulling the bodice over her hips, and slipping her arms back into the sleeves. Shaking herself until the dress fell neatly into place. Finally, she put her shoes back on and quietly made for the door.

Looking back, seeing him fast asleep, a faint smile on his lips, she felt a rush of loving emotion towards him. What had started as a bit of an infatuation with him, had developed into something a lot more. Closing the door quietly behind her, she paused and stood for a minute as she felt a body memory of him, the feeling of his semen, held deep within her, although more imagined than real, gave her a warm comfort. Feeling relaxed, and very womanly she set off to check on the other residents.

Walking from room to room, feeling very full and contented, her wetness and throbbing overwhelming her senses. Abi checked to see that the three residents were asleep and settled. Her hold ups, soft though they were, rubbing between her thighs as she moved, added to the tingling feeling in her labia.

Reaching the room next to Nigel's, Glady's room, she was awake. Sleepily she spoke to Abi.

"What were the strange noises just a few minutes ago, they woke me."

"I'm not sure Gladys, it was probably an advert on your telly, I might not have turned the sound down far enough for you."

"Thank you, would you check and adjust it for me Abi?"

"Of course, Gladys, would you like me to sit with you for awhile?"

"No, now you've reassured me what it was, I'll be alright for the rest of the night."

"I'll see you in the morning, night night."

Closing her door Abi went back to her office. There she mopped up some stray liquid from herself, and taking the neatly folded panties out of her pocket, drew them on, Confident that the thick cotton and lint gusset of her knickers would absorb any minor leakages, although the feeling in her vulva was exquisite as she pulled the panties up close to her peach. Picking up her belt, she fastened it around her waist. Sitting back in her chair, the memories of what she'd done with Nigel, were at the forefront of her mind. It had been everything she had wished for, and more. At last, she felt like a fully satisfied woman, feminine and contented. Resolving that she was going to enjoy him as many nights as she could before the retirement home closed, she relaxed and finished her paperwork ready for the morning shift.

Over the next two months, she had sex with him almost every night, with two short breaks as she underwent her monthly period. The more they were together the greater their pleasure became, he lay back quite happily as she ground and gyrated, impaled on his thick penis, until he ejaculated. Each time he lasted a little longer, produced slightly more semen, as his body responded to the regular activity. His strength and capabilities also became developed, as they harmonised with each other's bodies.

Not wishing to waste time, she took the step to go into the lady's restroom before his room and take off her bra and panties. Then, wearing nothing but her uniform dress and holdups, she would walk to his door. Almost as soon as she went into his room, setting the door plate to 'do not disturb,' and slipping the lock on. They would engage in intense sexual activity. She marvelled at how well he was able to cope with her, and how much she enjoyed it.

One evening during the handover briefing, the senior nurse Anoushka, told her.

"One of the residents is still out in the garden, Nigel, he's been enjoying the summer afternoon, walking around looking at the flowerbeds."

"Oh, why is he outside this late?"

"I don't really know, but he's changed a bit over these last couple of weeks. He's happier, fitter, more active, it's seems as though he's found a new lease of life. It's a pleasure to see the transformation."

"Really? I've always thought him a quiet sort of man."

"Well, not so much these days. Anyway, you'll need to bring him in from the garden before the heat goes out of the evening."

"Yes, I'll settle the ladies first, then I'll go out and get him."

"Good, we'll leave it to you then, thanks Abi."

Handover completed, her colleagues left her to run the night shift. She went to each of the resident's rooms, and settled them in. Making sure she set Gladys's television to the right volume for her. Gladys spoke to Abi as she prepared to leave her room.

"I heard noises again last night, it sounded like somebody moaning?"

"We have foxes that have taken up residence in the field, they make a lot of noise at night, it's probably what you're hearing Gladys."

"I hadn't thought of that, thank you Abi."

Waking out into the grounds, she found him sitting on one of the benches, admiring the flower beds. His face looking fresh with the exposure to the fresh air and sunlight.

"Time to go in Nigel, it's starting to get chilly out here."

Smiling he stood, and walked quietly inside, waiting while she locked the outer doors. As she finished, they went down past Gladys room, to his door and he went inside. While she quickly went to her office and took off her belt. Running later than usual, she couldn't find time to go and take her undies off, entering his room and moving towards him, she saw that he was still fully dressed. Nodding to her, he went into his bathroom, and she heard the thunder of him peeing as he used his toilet.

She waited in his room, expecting him to change into his pyjamas. Standing as he returned, preparing to help him onto the mattress, and enjoy her time with his body. However, still clothed he stepped close to her, putting his arms around her, turning her with her back towards the bed. Kissing her, firmly and with smouldering passion he dropped his hands to her bottom. Smoothing his palms over her firm round buttocks, he reached down to the hem of her dress, and gently pulled it up to her waist, exposing the exquisite white lace panties she had put on when she got ready for work.

Pushing her back onto his bed, he took the waistband of her knickers in both hands, and slowly, sensuously pulled them down to her ankles. Unzipping the top of her uniform dress, he slipped it off over her shoulders, gathering it in a pale blue striped bunch around her waist. Reaching around her upper back, he unhooked her bra strap, removing it completely and placing it with her discarded panties, on the bedside table. Placing his hand under her arms, holding her as she leaned back, his fingertips tracing down her back from her upper ribs to her waist. He admired her breasts, and the way they looked as she laid herself back, still firm, and prominent, softly rounded, with her nipples pointed upwards towards the ceiling.

She was a little stunned by his assertiveness and lay back as he undressed himself. Naked, he presented a surprisingly attractive figure, his penis, stiff, and his body, though slight, clearly fitter and despite being a bit portly, looked capable. In turn, he looked at her partial nakedness, stretched out on her back, for the first time, he got a clear sight of her gateway to heaven, the coral pink of her plump vulva, with the darker red of her minor labia nestling inside them. The juicy wet parting looking for all the world like a ripe nectarine, waiting for someone to take a bite.

Climbing up onto the bed, and getting in between her knees, he bent and kissed her tummy. Moving slowly, he pecked his way down her belly until he reached the hairline of her pubic mound. Following the dark line running down from her navel to her pubis, her linea nigra, hers was visible as a reaction to the hormones in her contraceptive pill, rather than a pregnancy, and made more noticeable because she often sat in her garden wearing her two-piece bathing suit taking the sun.

Reaching to his face, she took his cheeks in her hands, running her thumbs over his temples. Moving her palms past his ears, and into the light curly hair at the back of his neck. He buried his face in her sleek luxuriant pubic hair, breathing in deeply as he sampled her rich personal female scent. Pressing his face deep into her groin, his tongue searching for her sweetness.

She flinched and exhaled sharply, as he found the tip of her clitoris, his soft tongue wrapping around the small sensitive pearl. Hunting under the sheath, as her clitoris withdrew from the intense sensation, he slowly coaxed it back out again, firm, and hard as she responded to his delicate probing.

Settling between her thighs, his lips inched up her belly to her cleavage, and then kissing her, she felt his firm lips, and tasted her own fluids, rich and a little salty. She closed her eyes, shivering as this wonderful and unexpected experience with him progressed. Feeling him resting his penis tip against her labia, and them folding back at his touch, she reached under him, and took hold of his shaft, stroking him, as she guided it towards her dilated entrance.

This was their first time in the missionary position, up to then she had ridden him, carefully avoiding causing him any discomfort. It had been enjoyable, and she had achieved pleasure and release of tension, as well as drawing him to ejaculation. With Nigel taking a dominant role, it felt so exciting to her. His entry, slow and positive, tingling as he went into her, she didn't expect a vigorous activity, but the feel of him over her, his weight pressing down on her and his thick shaft moving inside her, all added up to an exquisite sensation.

He began his thrusts into her, his eyes burning into hers as he took up a slow, steady rhythm, log strokes as he pressed in deeply, and pulled back until his rim caught her vaginal muscles at her entrance. The foreplay he'd performed on her, began to add to the effect, and she felt the unfamiliar stirrings of her insides, as though a ball of tension built up from deep in her pelvis and through her innards, slowly rising in intensity until it filled her up to her breasts.

He smiled warmly as she responded to his attention, giving soft gasps at each push he made, the bed, squeaking and the mattress puffing air from its sides. He took her, dominating her, long slow strokes, raising the intensity of her sensations with each move. He kissed her as he worked his way deep inside her, their tongues tangling in the lover's dance.

Progressively, bit by bit the sensation in her belly increased, as each thrust from him, steadily added to the rise in the powerful feelings of tensions rose within her deepest insides. The touch of his legs against her stockings, making them rub over the inside of her inner thighs. The sensual feeling increased the passionate intensity of the movements he was making with her. Opening her legs wide to him, he was able to press in deeply, she lifted her knees up so that her feet were off the bedsheets, her legs trembled with pent up passion. Each stroke crowned in the vault of her slippery tube, making a bump as the tip of his penis slipped over her cervix.

As the tingling increased, she found herself thinking. "Oh, dear god, I'm going to have a real orgasm, who'd have thought the elderly man had such skills and endurance to bring me to such a tremendous climax.' He was smiling at her, kissing her lips from thrust to thrust. Listening to her expressions of delight as he lifted her senses to a higher plateau. With a shuddering jolt, she came off, hard and exquisitely. Burying her face between his neck and shoulder she gave a long but muffled gurgling moan.

"Oooohoooowoooowoowoow, ooooh Jesus, ooooh, I can't take this, ooooooooh, Nigel ooooh."

Her genitals convulsed and twitched as she orgasmed and had an accompanying female ejaculation, the sweet white fluid, soaking his scrotal sac, and his pubic hair. Her reactions provoked him to climax and with a hushed yet deep groan, he ejaculated deeply inside her.

"Uuoof, ooof, uffff, ooooooorgh."

Their fluids combining and their physical motions forming their body essences into a light whitish foam, welling out of her and over their crotches. Her body twitched and shivered as she went through her climax, it lasted for almost a minute, and as they slowly regained their senses, they lay entwined with each other. They gasped for air, and each felt the others heart pounding, as gradually their pulse rates slowed to normal.

Her uniform dress, still bunched at her waist, was soaked in their mixed perspiration, but she tolerated it, lying under him, with his penis still buried deep inside her. Spreadeagled under him, she marvelled at how he'd brought her to a full body orgasm. Of course she'd had several with her regular boyfriends, but they had been mild, warm, and enjoyable, but nothing like the one she had just experienced. She thought to herself, 'to find out what a real orgasm feels like to a woman, and to be brought to it by a man his age was incredible.'

They kissed, for several minutes, he stroked her flanks, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, relishing the feel and manly smell of him. Whispering soft secret words of love, to one another, she slowly came down from the heights of pleasure he had induced within her, relaxing into a warm plateau of satisfaction and fulfilment in his arms, enjoying the warm affection that they shared with each others bodies. He kissed her damp forehead and slowly, gently disengaged himself from her warmth and sweet softness. Guiding him as he rolled over onto his back, and waiting patiently in as he caught his breath, regulating himself to a steady but deep regular respiratory cycle, noting that he had no wheezing, or puffing. It seemed he had far more reserves and capability than she had given him credit for.

Easing herself off the bed, she slipped into the bathroom as usual and washed her nethers. Her attention caught by the significant residue of sperm rich semen dribbling out from between her still engorged labia. As usual with their sexual encounters, she took a warm wet facecloth to him, and lovingly wiped him down, making sure he was clean and fresh. Then helped him from the bed to his chair and assisted him in putting his pyjamas on. Turning to his bed, she quickly set about refreshing it, so that the morning staff would raise any suspicions of what had been taking place in there.

Stripping the sheet of his bed, she changed the inkopad bed protector pad and put a fresh sheet onto his mattress. He sat in his chair watching her moving around, enjoying her partial nakedness, but completely exhausted. Abi dropped her dress down from her waist, pulling the bodice and sleeves over her shoulders. Then picked up her bra and panties, clutching them in a whispy ball of silk and lace. She took him by the shoulders and helped him put on his night things, helping him onto the clean fresh sheet, where he smiled at her, then promptly fell asleep.

Unlocking the door, she left for the rest room. Her uniform dress was soaked and stained, it smelt of sex and perspiration, so she had to change, she couldn't allow the morning staff to ask her any questions. She went to the linen room and found a set of scrubs. Moving to the lady's restroom she washed her lower body, and armpits, spraying antiperspirant, quickly putting her bra and panties on, she dressed in the scrubs.

Returning to his room, she saw he was deeply asleep, so she opened the small upper window, to let fresh air into the room, and sprayed air freshener to clear the heavy aroma of sex and passion that permeated his bedroom. Gathering up the soiled sheet from the floor, and taking it out to the laundry room, burying it at the bottom of the basket for collection the following morning. Returning to the office, she put the uniform dress into the bottom of her rucksack, together with her belt. Then sitting at her desk, she completed the night report ready for the morning handover.

The remainder of her shift passed quickly, she underwent several follow ons and enjoyed the memory of the evening she had spent with Nigel, and the wonderful orgasm he'd given her. Doing her mid shift rounds, all of the residents were sleeping peacefully, and before long the morning shift came in to start the breakfasts. The senior staff nurse took her report, and she prepared to leave for home.

"What happened to your dress Abi, it's unusual to see you in scrubs?"

"I was a bit clumsy, and I managed to spill a whole mug of coffee down it. I couldn't stay in it, so I took these from the linen room."

"God, you didn't scald yourself, did you?"

"No, fortunately I had let it go a bit cold. It'll come out in the wash. I'll bring these back tomorrow evening."

"No need Abi, they're disposable ones anyway. Incidentally, they make good pyjamas if you choose to wear them as such."

"Alright, I'm off now, see you tonight."

She left and drove home. Sitting in her leather recliner chair, her genitals felt so sensitive, pulling the trousers of her scrubs off, she saw she had leaked through her knickers and had wet the crotch. She was still having mild follow ons, and so she took her knickers off, sitting there, legs wide apart to let the fresh air swirl around her sensitive vulva, as she combed her fingers through her bush.

Finishing her hot chocolate, she went upstairs and took a long cool shower, before, naked she got into bed, and let sleep overwhelm her. Her dreams were vivid, reliving the experience she'd had that night. When she woke, she slipped downstairs and took the uniform dress, and her scrubs, to put into the wash. Her dress in particular smelled rich and heavy with her perspiration and brought back memories of the previous evening.

Arriving at work that evening, she spent some time listening to Anoushka, as she briefed her on the final move to the new facility. It was purpose built, and the residents would have bigger, more comfortable rooms, and access to a lot more facilities. The remaining four including Nigel were due to move that weekend, and all that remained for her final night shift on the following Monday, was to complete any paperwork, and pack up the supplies from to medical cupboard for final disposal.

"You're not joining us there Abi?"

"No, it's too far way for me, so I'm returning to the NHS, I have a position on the intensive care ward. The hours suit me as well, more or less the same as here."

"We'll, I for one will be sad to lose you, but you'll stay in contact with us, won't you?"

"Of course, Anna, I'd like to keep up with how the residents are settling in."

She went about her normal routine after they had gone, spending a little time with Gladys before going to the rest room. She took her bra and knickers off, leaving herself in her uniform dress, with just her hold up stockings underneath. Quickly popping her underwear into her handbag, she made her way to Nigel's room.

Opening his door, she saw him standing by his bed, wearing a towelling robe. Closing the door and latching it as usual she turned towards him. He smiled warmly, and without speaking, dropped his robe, revealing his naked body to her. She felt that hollow jolt as she saw him, he looked so appealing, and she moved closer to him.

He reached out to her shoulders, and undoing the press studs at the front of her dress, he slipped it down over her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor, next to his discarded robe. They kissed, and she dropped her hand to his penis, squeezing it gently, pulling it towards her belly as they moved closer together. He turned her around, and gently pushed her face down onto his bed, pulling her thighs apart, he admired her sweet moist looking peach, framed by her sleek dark gold pubic hair, nestling snugly in between the top of her inner thighs.

Pulling her apart with his thumbs, he pressed his tip into her wet and open vestibule and smoothly moved into her. Coming in from behind, gave him good access and he was able to go in deeper, crowning into her vault as he stretched her wide. (At this point, I had to pause my writing, and go upstairs to my bedroom, to 'take care of myself.' So, apologies for any disruption to the flow of the story).

She moaned softly as the shivering tingle as he penetrated her, overcame her senses. She had waited all day, full of anticipation for their sexual coupling. She wasn't at all disappointed with how the event was shaping up. He began his pelvic thrusts, smooth, regular well paced movements. The bed rocked, with the usual squeaks and rattles. The arousing sounds added to by the 'slap, slap, slap' of his belly hitting her soft round bum as he increased his pelvic rate. The feeling of his hairy legs brushing against the inside of her thighs, coupled with the movement of his pubic hair rubbing against her bum, was extraordinarily stimulating and helped to raise her sense of elevated enjoyment.

She breathed heavily as she felt the lightness in her stomach, the hollow feel made more apparent to her by the feeling of him moving inside her. Her head turned sideways on the sheet, she raised her feet, hooking her toes behind his knees, as he outperformed himself, a man in his late sixties, shaming many a teenage toy boy with his sustained sexual ability.

Once again, she felt the tension building inside her, her bottom throbbed from somewhere deep inside, and she flooded with her lubricant, as the squelching sound of their joint wetness mirrored the rhythmic, ascending probing as he brought her up to her climax. He strained at her, working hard, but smoothly, as his shaft plunged deep into her, and he pulled back almost until he was out, before lancing into her again. He pounded her for over 8 minutes, an impressive performance by any measure of age, particularly one of his level of physical maturity.

Her knees began to tremble, as she tensed her stomach, gripping him tightly inside herself. She felt herself out of control as the ever-expanding ball of heat, originating somewhere in the pit of her bowels, exploded in her crotch, causing her to emit a low husky groan. She squirted back over his shaft, soaking his pubic hair, the thin body fluid, cascading down over their thighs and splattering on the floor over his feet.

He kept going for almost a minute before he could no longer hold himself back. He ejaculated, his semen now much more profuse, encouraged by his regular activity since he had begun using those organs of his which had been dormant for so long.

She lay open mouthed and with glazed eyes face down on the sheet. Her body jerking and twitching as she was taken through her orgasm and beyond. Her intense vaginal contractions, the intensity of the feeling aided by the incredible rise in her heart rate. A feeling of profound euphoria swept through her, and for the first time in her life she felt a powerful sense of emotional bonding with Nigel, a warm, soft sense of relaxation and almost complete surrender. She unwound, and her stress level dropped until she felt her mood uplift and achieved a tremendous sense of well being.

Nigel lay forwards over her back, his belly pressing into her bottom. His hot breath blowing over her neck, before he began to kiss his way down her spine, licking her sweat as he moved over her back. He withdrew his penis, with a further gush of body fluid, his semen, mixed with her vaginal lubricant, splashing onto the floor adding to the sheen of what had been sprayed there earlier.

Cleaning both of them up as usual, Abigail held him close, her nakedness enhanced the feeling of his body against hers, and they kissed lovingly, a long slow kiss, full of sensual passion. He lifted her up, and gently laid her on the bed, and standing with her knees hooked in his elbows, entered her again. She was still very aroused from the previous action, and felt herself rise quickly to him. Amazed that he'd managed to achieve a second erection she relaxed and enjoyed his long slow thrusts into her, feeling his penis moving inside her, her breasts moving up and down on her chest, her belly rising and falling with each slow stroke. (I really love it when a man takes his time like that, as far as I'm concerned, there's nothing better than a long, slow screw).

She couldn't control her flow of body fluid and because she was so wet and slippery, it eased his movements as he slowly but surely brought her up to orgasm again. Twice in one night! Abi could hardly believe that he had the capability, revelling in the slow rise, before the deep internal explosion of her climax. He had taken his time and had been steadily pumping into her for well over ten minutes. Feeling her vaginal contractions and the increase in wetness, provoked him into ejaculation, a very small amount this time, but a wonderful sensation for them both.

Nigel's penis shrank, and dropped out of her, he fell forwards on top of her, gasping as he recovered his breath. She was silent, her eyes rolled upward in their sockets, as the intense sensation coursed through her body. The feelings alive through almost every part of her body, her bottom reflexed, her breasts tingled, and her uterus squirmed as she endured the fluttering of her cervix dipping into the pool of thick semen he'd deposited into her vault.

Slowly, they both recovered themselves, hugging and kissing, as he stroked and caressed her body. She felt so wholesome and contented. Suddenly realising that she loved this man, deeply and unconditionally, old though he may have been, she wanted to be his, all his and his alone.

Once again, washing themselves, she helped him into his night things and settled him into his bed. Her arm around his shoulders she whispered.

"Thank you, my darling, you've made me feel like a woman again. I can't let you go from me. I want us to be together always."

He smiled and nodded, kidding her forehead, before asking.

"Why can't we be?"

On hearing his words, she thought carefully before replying.

"It's my last shift this week, so I'm off for the weekend, you're all moving to the new home on Saturday, so we won't see each other for a while."

"How long for?"

"A few weeks so you can settle in, and I can get used to the NHS again."

"I'm going to miss you, I do even when you are on your days off, so weeks will be absolute torture."

"Don't worry, I won't forget you my darling man. We have each other mobile numbers, so I'll keep in contact with you. After a while, and I have time off, I'll come over and take you out for the day. Will that be alright?"

"Yes Abigail, what should I do in the meantime though, without you with me?"

"Take regular gentle exercise, stay fit, go for slow walks, plenty of fresh air, keep yourself clean and keep your personal grooming up to your usual levels."

"I hope I'll still be able to 'take care' of you, it's taken me weeks to get into the swing of things again."

"Don't worry about that Nigel, it won't take me long to get you back to your level of fitness. You have plenty of life in you, certainly enough to give me babies. It's a good job I'm on the pill, isn't it?"

He smiled at the thought, before replying.

"Perhaps it's something we can think about for later Abi."

"Well, why not, neither of us have children, so I'm still both fertile and capable of we decide it's what we want."

He nodded, but she could see the disappointment in his expression at not being able to see her for a while. Mixed with a gleam of hope with the suggestion that she might be willing to become pregnant and carry his child. Feeling a powerful surge of emotion for him, she leaned forwards and kissed him, long lingering and full of passion. Enjoying his firm hard manly lips, whist he savoured the full sweet tenderness of her soft mouth.

Breaking themselves apart, she busied herself wiping the pool of body liquids where they had dribbled and splashed onto the floor. He watched sleepily as she squatted naked by his bed, admiring the sight of her crotch, her vulva slightly parted, and her labia still engorged. He took in the view of her neat and sharply trimmed pubic hair, fully displaying the thick luxuriant triangle of golden blonde hair. A few stray hairs had escaped from the sleek patch of her bush and shadowed the dark inviting entrance to her inner body, nestling in between the soft curves of her inner thighs. With that image imprinted on his mind he drifted off to sleep.

Finished with her cleaning tasks, she picked her uniform dress up from the floor. Slipping it over her feet, she pulled it on and fastened the front. Putting her shoes on, she tiptoed to the door and stepped out into the corridor closing the door behind her. Quickly going to the office, she picked up her handbag and went to the ladies rest room. There she took her bra and panties out of the bag and dressed herself properly, making sure she had pulled her stockings up tightly. Smoothing her dress over her body, she put on her nurse's belt, and confident that her appearance was acceptable, she returned to the office, and finished her duties, ready for the new shift arrival in the morning.

At home, she sat quietly in the kitchen, drank her morning chocolate drink, and reflected on her adventures that night. Breaking into a broad smile as she felt the twinge inside her, the body memories of passionate sex with Nigel. Stripping herself, she put her clothing into the wash, and went up the narrow stairs, to her bathroom. Having showered and refreshed herself, she climbed into bed and slept deeply until early afternoon. Her sleep punctuated by vivid dreams of her body being possessed and encouraged to perform intense sexual activity. The predominant recreation of her entwined in Nigel's arms, his thick penis probing deeply into her, insistent and unstoppable as his eyes full of fiery passion, burned into hers. She treasured the last piece of personal physical connection she had with him, his sperm and semen, nestling deep inside her for the next four or five days, she carried it within her, conscious of its physical and emotional value to her.

The next few weeks passed slowly, she settled into her work but had no difficulty avoiding or fending off the advances of the young, and not so young bucks. She phoned Nigel and spoke with him, several times each week. Each time the want in her rose to higher and higher levels. She could hear the rising desire in his voice as they talked quietly together, her voice becoming husky as the conversations progressed.

Her first long weekend came around at last, and she prepared her cottage for his visit. He didn't know it, but she was determined to make their reunion a very memorable event. Laying in stocks of food, and wine, with some bottled beer which she stored in the fridge ready for their time together.

She made a phone call to Nigel the morning after her shift.

"Hello Nigel, its Abi. Are you able to talk?"

"Abi, thank heavens you called, I thought I'd lost you. Yes, I'm on my own out in the grounds."

"I'm off for a few days, would you like me to pick you up, and spend a few days with me at home in my cottage?"

"That would be wonderful Abi, what time can you get here, so I know that I'll need to get ready get ready?"

"It'll take me around an hour to get there, pack a small weekend bag, and I'll meet you in the car park."

"I'll be there, I'm really looking forward to seeing you again."

"Just come straight out and get into my car, I don't want any of my former colleagues getting nosey."

"It's not something you need to bother about too much, none of them stayed on for long, they found the new working environment too rigid for them, so those that did come over, all found other jobs and left."

"That's not a massive surprise, so, I'll see you soon my darling."

She dressed, with a light summery frilly skirt, and high-necked blouse. Choosing her underwear carefully, putting on lingerie that she could never wear at work. Soft pink silk bra and panties set, tastefully trimmed with white French lace. Stockings, and a suspender belt. They were 10 denier, and light caramel, suiting her skin tone. The welts, trimmed with a thick lace top. A matching tiered lace trimmed silk slip, which filled out her skirt, and finally soft leather pumps to finish her ensemble.

Sitting on her bed, she checked herself on the mirror. It took only the merest of hitches at the material of the skirt, to pull up and reveal the exquisite foamy elegance of her underwear. Breathtakingly arousing as the folds of lace, slip and suspenders became visible to any who chose to look. She had never worn her 'killer' lingerie for him before and hoped he would be overwhelmed by what he saw.

Locking her door behind her, she walked to her car and set off to the retirement home. 45 minutes later arriving at the new place, her heart lifted as she saw Nigel waiting in reception for her. As she pulled up, he came out to her car, putting his grip into the back seat, and got in, she drove off, taking him home with her.

Making no attempt to conceal her exotic underclothes, she allowed her hems to ride up as she sat in the driver's seat and changed gears, making sure her knees were apart. Nigel was silent, but all eyes, and she could see the effect her display of sultry exotic clothing was having on him. He couldn't help himself, and rested his hand on her knee, sensing the smooth quality of the silk underwear under his fingertips. They arrived at her cottage and went in together. Pausing to kiss passionately in the hallway, surprising themselves with the strength of their desire.

Abi spoke softly to him.

"I told you I wouldn't forget you, didn't I?"

"Yes, I'm so relieved to see you after all this time."

"It's only been a month."

"How long have we got together Abi?"

"I'm off for four days Nigel, but I don't have to get you back until you're ready to go."

"It seems so short Abi."

"I've missed you Nigel, missed you a lot."

"I've missed you too Abi."

She thought for a while, then quietly voiced her wish to him.

"You don't have to go back at all you know Nigel, you can stay here with me. I'll look after you, and you can take care of me, frequently, without the worry of someone hearing or seeing us. I'm sure you can keep my fire stoked. What do you think?"

"God yes, I can't think of anything I'd like more. Being without you for a month has been agony, and I don't just mean missing the sex either. I don't want to be without you again."

"That's settled then. Let's discuss the details later, and we'll start your move on Monday."

"Will you still want me tonight, Abi?"

"Yes, I want to have you, several times, so get yourself ready."

He smiled, looking down at the tantalising glimpse of her lace slip, over her shapely thigh. Placing his hand on her knee again, he kissed her, a long slow kiss, full of passion and promise. In turn, she felt his already stiffening penis, as she held it through the front of his trousers.

"I think I can manage you, after all it's been over a month."

"Good, I've got a big comfortable double bed, and we don't have to get up tomorrow if we don't want to either."

"It'll be a long, active day then?"

"Prepare yourself, for some intense sex, and strong coffee Nigel."

"We'll need to eat as well Abi."

"I have some thick steaks marinading in the fridge, no need to worry about food my darling."

"God, we'll get a bit messy though."

"Don't worry, I have a really big shower stall, easily big enough for both of us."

They sat together on a bench in her garden, cuddling, kissing, and quietly talking things over as the warm evening lengthened. Sitting intimately close together with her hand on his groin, and his hand up her skirt, until quietly, she rose and straddled his lap. Hitching her skirt up to her upper hips, she watched his expression of amazement as he saw the combination of rich lace, a foamy whirl of exotic material. Her stocking tops and suspenders framing her pubis, the smooth soft silk stretched tightly over her peach, snuggling invitingly between her thighs. He inhaled sharply, saying.

"God, that's an impressive set of rigging you have there Abi."

She smiled and raised her eyebrows in approval at his words.

"It's for you Nigel, all for you."

He became almost intoxicated by the smell of her, a heady mixture of femininity, perfume, and fabric conditioner. All underpinned, by the rich aroma of her bare skin, and its response to the warmth of the afternoon sun.

She sighed in pleasure as his hand slipped under her plump underparts, his palm cupping her mound, while his fingertips stroked across the smooth taut silk of her gusset, stimulating her peach, and sending thrills through her body, as his knuckles brushed against the inside of her upper thighs. She closed her eyes and with her arms around his neck, rested her forehead against his, pressing her hips inward and closer to him. She kissed him, passionately, her tongue searching out his, and chasing it around his mouth. Taking his hand, she whispered.

"Come on, come with me Nigel, I can't wait any longer, I need to feel you close to me and have my hand on that lovely big stick you have."

Walking in through the French windows, she led him to the stairs, and took him up to the alluring and sensual promise of her bed......

Author's postscript:

After we had finished writing this, a little while later, I had the opportunity to meet Nigel, with Abi. He was everything she said he was. Not much to look at, but he had that sexual magnetism about him, that some older men have, and it was clear to see they were closely attuned to each other. He was around the age that I find most attractive and had a lot of the attributes that I look for in the more mature man. I also felt the churning hollow feeling in the pit of my tummy when he smiled and spoke to me. After meeting him, I have to admit, I was very envious of her experiences. Abi and I see each other regularly for coffee, so I'm both curious and excited to see how our friendship turns out.