My name is June and I’m a registered nurse. I was working at the hospital for a couple of years, but then have gone into private nursing. The money is a little better. I care for a few different patients. Most of the time, it’s just helping the patients take their medicine or giving them injections.
I have a few patients that I care for in their private homes. My favorite patient is a man name George. He’s just so sweet and caring. His family lives out of state. His daughter had called the agency, and I've been taking care of him for the last few months. He’s a very nice older man. He's diabetic and also has high blood pressure. I give him his injections and give him other medications that he needs. I really don't do that much for him.
I’m twenty seven years old. I’m a small petite woman. I’m five foot one inches and weigh about hundred pounds. I have long brown hair and brown eyes. I’m not going out with anybody right now. I just devote all my time to my job and my patients.
I really enjoy spending time with George. Usually after I give him his injections and help him take his medicines, we sometimes will play cards together, or just talk. I really like him very much. George had recently lost his wife. She died peacefully in her sleep after battling cancer for a very long time. George’s wife Claire, was another one of my patients. She was more critical than her husband.
Sometimes, George will order pizza and we will make a night out of it. We'll play cards or whatever game he would like to play. I really enjoy spending time with George. I live alone so it’s nice to spend time with somebody for a little while, instead of being alone at my own house.
On my last trip something kind of different happened. We ordered the pizza and we were playing gin rummy, because that it the card game we like to play. A few hours had passed and George started to cry. He just sobbed and I didn't know what to do. I gave him a big hug and told him everything would be okay. We were embraced for a little while. That is when things got a little strange.
I was wearing a denim skirt and a sweater with boots. George started to rub and massage my buttocks. We were in a tight squeeze. I didn't know what to do. Then he moved my skirt a little further up my thigh and put his hands right on my lace panties. He was caressing my pussy through my panties.
“George, what are you doing?”
“June, you are just so pretty. I am missing my wife Claire. I just want to be with a woman again. Do you think you could allow it this one time?”
I just wanted to make him feel better and let him continue to play with my buttocks. His hands reached into my panties and he cupped my buttocks with his hands. He was pressing against my little rosebud. It felt really good and I just moaned a little. I could feel George’s erection pressing against my ass.
George then picked me up and put me on his dining room table. He gave me a deep and passionate kiss. Our tongues were entwined in each other’s mouth. He spread my legs, moved my skirt up, and removed my panties. He then got on his knees and began to lick my pussy. I was not sure what to do, but after a while it really felt good.
George spent a lot of time on my clitoris. He put his finger into my wet pussy. George moved his fingers in and out slowly. He curved his fingers and rubbed and massaged my g-spot, which felt so good. George would change between his fingers and his tongue. He had a very long tongue. George ate my pussy for like thirty minutes.
“Oh George, that feels so good. Oh God, I am getting so turned on. Oh George, I think I am going to come. Oh God, here it comes!”
“June, you taste like a ripe peach darling. I am going to make you feel even better.”
George carried me to his bedroom and slowly undressed me. He was kissing me very passionately. His hands were again on my buttocks and his fingers were on my pussy. He was rubbing my clitoris and slid his finger into my throbbing pussy. George was fingering my pussy very slowly. He slid his cock into my pussy and made passionate love to me. He thrust into my vagina very slowly and gently. His hand was cupping and massaging my breasts. We were kissing deep and passionately. We made passionate love.
George told me to get on my hands and knees and he slid his cock into my pussy doggie style.