Private Duty Nurse

The air was slightly crisp and cool that night. Crickets are softly chirping behind the sound of the ducks swimming in the water. Heather is standing along the side of the pond, looking up at the bright shining stars. They were always beautiful, but tonight, they seemed to captivate her. Somehow they made everything else disappear. Heather is my private duty nurse, she stays at my home. She is a tall blond with a hot curvy body and long slender legs. I walk out and down the path to the pond. Suddenly there was a slight breeze that seemed to be circling her body. This breeze almost had a sensual touch. Heather felt as though there were strong arms in this breeze, gently caressing her tall slender body, sending cool chills through her and across her skin with every small breeze.

In a matter of moments, she went from being enchanted by this sensual breeze, to feeling someone’s presence behind her. She has had this feeling often before, and every time she has turned to look in the past, there was nothing there. She didn’t want that disappointment tonight. She longed to finally feel strong hands against her skin, and she knew that if she turned to see, this feeling of passion would soon be gone. After pleading with herself not to turn and see if someone’s is really there, she decides to enjoy the feeling for as long as her imagination will let her.

Extending her right arm out slightly, she balances her moonlit body on a tree and shuts her eyes. Her mind soaks up all of the passion and tension in the air. Leaning her head back slightly, eyes still closed, she lets the breeze run across her neck and through her hair. Her long blonde hair is blowing in the breeze, sparkling in the moonlight with each movement. The breeze across her neck sends chills down her arms, and throughout the rest of her body.

She suddenly stops breathing. This wonderful sensation on her soft neck has changed, suddenly warming. She knows this is the breath of a man on her neck, without a doubt. She felt heavy breaths pass across her right ear. The warm breaths moved up and down her neck slowly. Her body suddenly quivers, at the feeling of strong full lips brushing across her ear. Strong, yet gentle arms wrap around her waist. Two hands relax on her hips, pulling her abruptly against a warm muscle filled body. There is a sense of urgency to my touch that she can feel. No question as to what I’m here for. She clenches her eyes shut, scared of who this person holding her so tight could be, yet amazed at the wonderful sensations pulsing through her body.

My strong hands slide up her sides, dragging the fingers to tease the senses, stopping at her shoulders, and sliding back down to her hands. My hands slowly take her hands into mine, and raise her hands up above her head. I push her hands together once in the air, and lay them against the tree so that her back is facing the tree. Leaving her hands on the tree, I brush my fingers down the inside of her arms, making her knees quiver with excitement. She is now anticipating what will happen, dreaming of what she wants to happen, and silently begging for everything to happen.

My hands slide under her tank top, running one hand over her belly button, and the other hand running over her bra. Both hands move down to her waist line, grabbing the shirt and raising up to her hands on the tree. She starts to move her hands to free the shirt, and my strong hands hold her still, wrapping the shirt around her hands binding them together. She is almost overcome with fear, passion and lust all at once.

My hands slide back down her arms, bringing countless numbers of shivers through her body. She is almost in a constantly shaking state, because of her hunger, and the heat that I have created within her body. She feels her bra undone, and feels it hit the ground. My wonderful fingers began to run over her back, now mixed with soft kisses. Hot kisses run across the back of her neck, down sides, across the small of her back. There’s not an inch of her back that wasn’t burning with passion from every touch.

My warm breath suddenly begins to move, around the right side of her waist, to her soft flat stomach. My strong hands rest once again on her waist. She feels the warm kisses staying at her waist level, and realizes that I’m on my knees. My finger is inserted into the top of her jeans, running its way across the top, back and forth, feeling the soft skin under the tight jeans. With urgency, she feels her jeans unbuttoned and pulled to the ground. Her breaths are now few and far between. She knows that I can hear her gasping for air, and that I can see her face burning with desire.

My hands caress up and down her right leg, then switching to the left leg.