Practical Nurse

It felt strange to be walking up the walkway to this old house. I had played in this yard so many times as a child. I bet the old tire swing would still be hanging from that old black oak tree in the back yard. My grandparents lived her when I was growing up. My childhood memories of this place were full of pleasant things. All the cousins to play with and the meals for so many relatives that people were eating in the dinning-room, Living room and family room. I could almost here the noise filling every inch of the house as I rang the doorbell.

I was thinking about what brought me here now. I had lived a normal childhood. I dated a few boys in high school but they were clumsy and I was never attracted to any of them. When I was about 17 years old I realized that I was attracted to women that I met. Teachers, mothers of friends and even some relatives were objects of my desires. I was to shy to act on my desires so I just dreamt about women at night.

I finally changed my major in collage to become a practical nurse. I worked to pay my way through school and took classes when I could so it took me a while to graduate from school. I was 25 years old when I finished my education I registered with the State as a practical nurse and found an out percent service to work with.

The woman that ran the service was a pleasant woman that became my friend. Her name was Shirley. She was about 30 to 35 years old from all I could tell. She had a pleasant personality and she was a large woman. She was about 5' 10" without shoes on; a little over weight with massive breasts, either one could have served as a handball. They looked like they were as soft as pillows. When I was not out on assignment I would stop by for visits with her.

One night as she was closing up she asked me if I wanted to have dinner with her. I would love the company, she said.

I agreed that I would love the company too. So I followed her home. We made dinner and ate a nice meal chatting about work. The patients and the other nurses on staff at the registry. When the dishes were washed and put away we went into the living room.

Shirley turned on the TV to a network drama as I sat on the couch facing the TV. Shirley went to the kitchen and returned with two glasses and a cocktail shaker full of Manhattans.

She sat the glasses on the glass-topped coffee table to pour two drinks. Then she handed me one glass as she sat next to me. We sipped the drinks as we talked about the show. When the commercial came on she poured us a couple of more drinks and as she returned to the couch she did so in such a way that her right legs was under her left thigh. This caused her skirt to ride up into her lap so that a large amount of her white stocking was visible above her knee. She casually draped her right arm around my shoulders. Her hand was resting on my right shoulder as she went on talking about casual things.

I was feeling my cheeks flush a little from the drinks and the thoughts that were running through my mind. I wanted to kiss her so badly but felt that she was just a friendly woman that liked to touch people. So I just sat there wanting to return the touch, feeling my nipples getting hard and my panties getting wet.

When I finished my drink and I leaned forward to put the glass down on the coffee table Shirley sat hers down too. When we sat back on the couch her hand returned to my shoulder. Her left hand went to my face and with her index finger laying along my right jaw she turned my head towards hers and she put her lips on mine in a gentle kiss.

The kiss became more urgent as my mouth went lax. Her tongue parted my lips and she probed my mouth with her tongue. Her left hand sought out my breast and felt it. I gasp in the shock of the touch of the first woman to ever touch me this way.

My fear was that I had done or said something that gave away the way I felt about her. But all thoughts about gilt vanished as Shirley unbuttoned my uniform and felt my bra-covered breast.

Shirley asked me if I wanted to do this in the bedroom. All I could do is nod my head in approval. She helped me to stand up and lead me to her bedroom. She sat on the side of the bed and began to undress me. I felt a new thrill as each article of clothing fell to the floor. I felt a strange thrill as my panties joined the pile on the floor.

When I was standing in front of her nude I felt uncomfortable in my nudity. But Shirley proceeded to explore my body with her hands and eyes. She even turned me around and felt my hack and then put her fingertips on my anus and felt the tightness of the opening. It thrilled me put I had never had anyone insert a finger in my rectum other than a doctor conducting a physical.

Finally Shirley sat me on the bed and stood in front of me and guided my hands to undress her. I could not take my eyes off her as her flesh was exposed to my eyes. Her breasts were as large and soft, as I knew they would be. What can I say, her areolas were larger than my mouth and the nipples were like the nose cone of a missile. Her tummy was soft with a slight sag below the navel. The pubic hair was not thick but it was not shaved either. Strands of hair showed along the sides of her large white panties. Even down her legs a little ways.

Shirley stepped towards me until her pubis was right in front of my face. I could smell the aroma of her womanhood. It was intoxicating to me. I could not resist her and opened my mouth and engulfed as much of her pussy as I could. I probed with my tongue and toyed with her clitoris until Shirley grabbed me by the head and shoved her hips forward and filled my mouth with her fluids and I drank them as fast as I could.

When she was recovered from her climax, she lay next to me and kissed my mouth. She licked the fluid from my face. Even my eyebrows were wet with her cum. Then she taught me what it was like to have a woman make love to me. When her face was in my crotch and I climaxed I could not control my legs and hands. I was kicking the bed with my heels and pounding her back with my fists as I climaxed. We slept together that night and I moved in with her the next day.

How long ago was that? It seemed like a lifetime ago but it was only about four years ago.

As the door was opened I was looking at my Grandfathers second wife. I had never been close to her. I resented that Grandpa had married a younger woman less than a year after Grandma had died.

Oh! She had tried to make friends with the family but it was not the same. Some of Grandpa's daughters never forgave him for remarrying and stopped coming for family gatherings so the family gatherings stopped long before he died a couple of years ago.

I had been sent by the agency to help my step-grandmother recover from hip replacement. She was just 61 years old but her hip joints had to be replaced because of a fall.

I helped her back to her chair in the living room. It was a little strained between us as I tried to apologize to her for not keeping in touch with her after Grandpa died.

Ruth was sweet about understanding the feelings of the family about her marring our Grandpa. After all I was 20 years younger than him when we married. But he was so sweet to me I could not refuse him when he asked mer to marry him. We talked most of the day. I cooked dinner for us and we talked until she needed to bath for bed.

I checked out the shower before I helped her to shower. Thank God Grandpa had installed handrails in the shower and an aluminum chair was in the shower to sit on while showering.

I had to help Ruth undress and step over the entrance to the shower. I undressed too and joined her in the shower. The shower had a hand held hose and showerhead hanging on the wall. I took the hose down to let the water run enough to adjust the heat of the water. Then I handed her the hose to wash with. We had to be careful of the stitches on her hips.

So she didn't have to bend over to wash her legs I knelt in front of her and washed her from the waist down. I would not help but admire that she was still a natural blonde and her pubic hair was only slightly darker than the hair on her head. I washed her legs one at a time. In bending over to do it my face was close to her crotch and I could smell her cunt even with the soapy cloth in my hands. I was tempted to kiss her on the vagina but didn't. When we had rinsed her off and me too, I dried her off and helped her up so she could dry the rest of her body.

I helped her step out of the shower and walk to the bed. I let her siting on the side of the bed with her nightie in her hands as I went back into the bathroom to dry the walls of the shower and hang up the towels. I gathered up my clothes and returned to the bedroom.

Ruth was struggling with her nightie so I approached her and helped her on with her nightie. When it was over her head the garment fell to her waist and puddled in her lap. I was about to return to putting on my clothes when Ruth held me by the hips.

She was looking right at my vagina and she licked her lips. She said Sabrina I have not tasted a woman's vagina since I married your Grandpa, would you mind if I kissed yours.

I stood there dumb founded for a moment before I said, Grandma Ruth if you want to taste me I would love to taste you too.

Ruth leaned forward and kissed me on the mound. I laid her on her back gently as I could. Then I got on the bed and straddled her head. I lowered my vagina to her mouth. I moved her legs open gently as I could and kissed her on her mound. I knew it hurt to move her legs so I moved her legs as little as I could. I sucked her until she climaxed.

I slept next to her that night and we kissed each other in the morning. As the days turned into weeks her mobility improved until she didn't really need my help anymore but our love life had progressed to the point that I was going to have to chose between her and Shirley someday. But I made the most of the time with Granny Ruth as I could.