Chapter 6
Della finished with the vacuum and walked around the house inspecting its appearance. The windows glowed. The kitchen and baths sparkled. She checked her watch and ran quickly into the bath for a quick shower and change into fresh clothes. As the water sprayed over her voluptuous curves, the nurse smiled at her accomplisliment of the day.
Jim Bonina would never believe that she had spent her day off cleaning the home of a patient. The burly orderly had insisted that she spend the day shacked up with him. Della refused firmly. She smiled at the anger the crude Jim would feel if he knew where she was.
The lovely brunette stepped from the shower and toweled rapidly. Mr. Davis would be driving up very soon. Visiting hours were ending for the afternoon, and he would be driving home for a while before returning to the hospital to spend the night with his small son. The nurse had wondered for a week about never seeing the mother, then discovered that Mrs. Davis had been dead for almost a year. Sam Davis was trying to raise his four-year-old son alone.
Della had been touched by the quiet affection between the boy and his dad. She had been touched deeply enough to convince Sam that he should let her clean the house in preparation for the child's return from the hospital. In the back of her mind, the nurse had a further service she wanted to provide for the family.
She slipped into the soft nylon blouse and drew tight slacks over her legs and rump. Della laughed as she remembered her temptation to change into hose and skirt. Even Sam Davis would realize that she didn't clean house in that. This way he might believe it. The brunette ran a brush over her brilliant black hair and checked her appearance in front of the mirror. She smiled her approval and stepped back to the living room. As she heard Sam's car come into the drive, she began to move above the room as though still involved in straightening the house.
"Hi!" he called as he entered through the kitchen. "You still hard at work?"
"Just finishing," she sang back and walked to meet him. She saw his eyes rove over the tight blouse and slacks. Della remembered that he had only seen her until now in starched uniforms. The poor man's eyes were dazed at her appearance.
"I guess," he told her sheepishly, "that I expected you to be in white."
"I don't always wear a uniform," Della laughed. "Sometimes I even go around the house nude." She stretched her luscious body before him to demonstrate what he might have come in upon. Sam swallowed with difficulty. The soft nylon covered her but did not conceal the lush collection of curves.
"The neighbors would be talking about that for months," he replied as he walked to the bar in a corner of the dining room. "Since you've finished, may I offer you a drink?"
She nodded and walked with him, her tit brushing against his arm. The nurse hoped that the soap gave her a soft, sweet smell. She cursed herself for forgetting perfume. Still, Sam seemed duly impressed by her appearance. His eyes rested constantly on the rise and fall of her tits as she breathed.
Della smiled to acknowledge her approval of Scotch and indicated water to lighten the healthy shot he poured into her glass. She took his arm and led him back to the living room, her tits rubbing more freely against him, her thighs and hips touching as they walked. She sat beside him on the couch and turned towards him, aware that the top button of her blouse had worked loose to give him a good view of swelling tit as his eyes came again towards her jugs.
"I can't get over what a good job you've done," he complimented her. "This house hasn't looked so clean and fresh in years."
"Nothing like a woman to bring out the best in a house," she laughed, "or in a man."
"I'll bet you could bring out all sorts of things in a man," Sam blurted out. He caught himself and blushed, giving away what he was thinking.
Della patted him along his leg and taunted him with her sparkling eyes. She gave a pleased but slightly shocked look. She let a sly smile creep over her face as though the meaning was just breaking, as though she were beginning to approve. Yes, she would like to bring out the best in him. She'd like to get that cock from inside his pants. She sure as hell didn't spend the day cleaning house for one drink.
"I'll bet there's a lot of stored-up energy in you just waiting to be brought out," the nurse answered"
"I hadn't realized it so much, I guess," Sam Davis told her. "I hadn't really realized it until sitting here with you. I've been so busy making money and looking after Chuckie that I hadn't realized how much I missed a woman's touch."
He saw her look about the room and shook her head. He took a deep drink of the Scotch to fortify his courage.
"I don't mean that kind of touch," he told the girl. "I mean the soft touch of a woman's hand, the way your breasts brushed against my arm as we walked through the room, the feel of your leg against mine. I mean the way you touched me just a minute ago. I've missed that terribly."
The nurse kept her hand on his thigh and caressed it slowly. Her eyes opened wide to innocently meeting his own. She smiled softly and caressed with deeper force.
"Why have you gone so long without?" she asked. "As exciting a man as you should have been constantly fighting off females."
"I guess I didn't want to get involved," Sam explained. "I must admit that, although I loved my wife, my marriage wasn't very happy. I suppose I'm just afraid of women."
The lovely brunette leaned against him and let her heaving tits pour over his arm. She nestled her dark hair against his shoulder and watched her hand as it played with his leg. She watched the movement in his groin where his cock was responding to her nearness.
"If you want to talk about marriage past or future, I'd better go," she said quietly. "I'm not interested in anything like that. I'm not interested in whether yours was the hottest thing that ever happened or just a dismal failure."
"I like you, Sam," she told him, sitting up and looking back into his eyes. "I think you'd be a hell of a good lay. If you're interested in a no-questions romp, if you want a good screw with no loose ends dangling, then I'm your girl. If you think there might be any permanent relationship, any prolonged affair, then I'll be going."
She stretched her tits provocatively as she began getting to her feet. She heard Sam gasp, then felt his arms reach for her. He pulled her roughly back onto the couch and twisted her against him. His mouth came over hers. His lips pressed against her and molded her mouth into his own pattern. He ran his tongue between her lips and pressed it into hers. His breath drew hers from her as he held her more tightly. His hands roamed over her body, then settled on her tits, caressing and cuddling the luscious jugs while he continued his deep, passionate kiss.
"I thought you'd be exciting," she panted when he finally lifted his head. "I knew you were worth giving up my day off."
He ran a hand inside her blouse and fondled her tits. The nurse reached for the cock which strained against the material of his pants. She caught the throbbing mass beneath the cloth and tightly pressed her hand against the cock. Sam drew her blouse apart and plunged his head into the gorgeous tits, kissing and nibbling over the trembling flesh.
"Ummmm," he murmured, lost in the wonder of her delicious tits. "I'd forgotten how soft a woman is. Especially a woman's soft here."
Della let him pull her blouse from her arms and reached back to loosen her bra. The sight of her tits drove Sam into a frenzy of passion. He grabbed them and pulled them about, rolling the tits over her chest, then taking one in his mouth.
Della throbbed with the thrill of his teeth gently playing on the nipple. He kept one hand at her tits while the other reached inside the top of her slacks and slipped under the panties to clasp her pussy m long caresses of adoration.
The girl struggled with his belt buckle until she released it and unzipped his pants. A long, lean cock came out into her hands. She fingered it lovingly. The skin pulled back along the moist shaft to reveal the glowing head, which was turning from blue to a deep red in its passion.
"Oooohhh!" she squealed in delight as Sam got a finger between the lips of her pussy and began pressing against her clit. She took her hand from his prick long enough to unzip her slacks and give his maddening, taunting hand more freedom to play about her excited cunt. He kept at her clit until she writhed about the couch, lost in a delirium of passion.
Sam flicked his tongue over one tit, then the other. He held a trembling tit lightly with his teeth and sucked it and tongued it rapidly until he had the girl's jugs heaving against his face in wild delight. Della held his cock in one hand, his balls in the other. She teased and taunted as frantically as he worked her tits and pussy.
"Mmmmmm," he sighed as he turned her lengthwise on the couch and drew away from her lovely boobs long enough to sup her slacks down and off her legs.
Sam gasped at the delicious vision spread out before him. Her long legs swayed slowly before him. Her luscious hips pulsed before his eyes. Her gorgeous tits trembled in the soft light filtering in the window. He gazed at her labia, which parted to show glints of moisture between them.
"Ummmm," he moaned again in delight as he slipped his pants off and crawled over her fabulous body. He went after her glowing lips and drank of her saliva. His hands groped about her tits while his cock slipped up against her already hunching pussy.
Della moaned at the wonderful feeling of his prick entering her cunt. She writhed as the long pecker kept going into her hole, deeper and deeper. She trembled in ecstasy as he began to pump his tool inside her glowing cunt. She wrapped her legs Mound his waist and sucked his cock with her pussy while his ass slammed his cock deeper and more violently. He pulled at her tits and moved his cock from side to side as he fucked her.
"Oooohhhh!" Della panted at the delirious play of his cock. The long prick seemed to be slicing through her. Her cunt-walls tightened around it and gloried in its hardness. The beautiful girl twisted around on the couch, urging him to greater intensity.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "Oooohhhh, ram that long cock through me! Please, Sam, fuck me hard!"
The time spent without a woman had built him to too great a charge to hold off his orgasm. The girl felt him rising rapidly. He ran a finger over her gash and stroked her clit in order to bring her to a climax as rapidly as he was approaching his own.
"Don't worry about me, honey," she told him. "You let it go whenever you want to. I want to feel your hot juice splattering all through my pussy."
She had miscalculated, however. She was willing to fore go this first orgasm but suddenly realized that she would not have to. Her own cunt responded to the new intensity of his cock. She began to shake as his charge mounted. She heard his cock splashing around in her torrent of juice. She heard the popping of her suction as he drew his cock back for each new thrust.
"Uhhhh!" he panted as he fucked his rampaging cock in and out of her red-hot pussy. "Uhhhh!" he groaned as his prick suddenly unleashed its massive load.
The nurse felt her body tremble from the force of his orgasm. She clung to him as they thrashed on the couch. She hunched herself against him as his warm jizz filled and overflowed her pussy. She shook with him as they climbed to a climax, then fucked wildly in an attempt to prolong the moment of passion.
They fucked until the room whirled about them, until they saw each other only through a misty glow. Sam slowed his fucking, but remained on her, his cock still hard as he jammed it in her still tingling pussy.
Della lay back and smiled up at him. She fingered his hair and offered her tit to his eager mouth. He sucked her lightly while they listened to the splash of his cock through her soaked pussy. He fucked her slowly while he kissed her tits and caressed her ass.
Sam grinned mischievously at her and reached over for her drink, where it remained on a side table. He lifted the girl's shoulders and helped her take a deep sip while his prick continued to work at her hole. He then took a sip of the Scotch himself, finally lifting his body enough to kill the remainder of the drink. He replaced the glass on the table and came back over her lips. He kissed her deeply before going after her tits once more.
Della felt her desire begin to return. The soft haze turned into another blazing demand. Her pussy renewed its sucking on the taunting cock. Sam held her ass in his hands and caressed the cheeks. He slipped a finger into the crack and ran it in circles about her shitter. The nurse started to protest, then felt the sudden thrill of his finger pressing into her asshole. Her ass now glowed as madly as her cunt. His finger fucked her butt while he kept his cock moving in her pussy.
"Uhhhh!" she groaned once more. Her rapture was returning. Her body felt the return of the electric thrills running along every nerve. Her cunt-walls pulsed over the cock. Her pussy sucked against it. The delicious pecker had brought her to the point of a second orgasm.
Della twisted her ass wildly, taunting both finger and prick. She rolled her tits against his chest and covered his mouth with her own. She plunged her tongue into his mouth and fought against his tongue. She caressed his shoulders and his ass. She spread his ass-cheeks and ran her finger around his shitter. She forced an entrance and fucked his asshole as violently as he finger-fucked hers. His cock reached deeper into her cunt and seemed to be swelling inside her passage. His body began to jump about as his new charge built up. She felt the trembling of his ass. She felt the spasms of his cock. She felt his mouth sucking brutally against her breath.
"Uhhhh! Uhhh!" he panted as he fucked harder and harder.
The brunette erupted into her climax. Her creamy cum covered the wild prick. Her body shuddered beneath his assault.
"Please," she begged him, "please let me have it! Give me your load! Fuck it into me, Sam! Pour it through me and rub it all in me with your cock!"
He tensed as his climax approached. The girl felt him tremble as the force mounted. She gasped as he unloaded a more violent orgasm than before. Her climax met his. Her pussy devoured the wild cock. Her body drew his tighter against it. Her tits burned against his heaving chest. She cuddled him and loved him as he shot his load into her ecstatic pussy.
"Oooohhhh," she sighed as he finally slowed his pace and began to move his prick in slower thrusts. She held him tightly as he slowly withdrew the suddenly softened cock and lay beside her on the narrow couch. She kissed the perspiration on his temples, then caressed his spent prick.
"Very good," she said. "Exceptionally good."
"My sentiments exactly," Sam replied. "You're as good as you are beautiful. That's rare, you know. So often a beautiful girl just lays there and expects you to do all the fucking. You don't. You fuck right back."
"I like to fuck," Della smiled. "I'd rather fuck than eat."
"Eat!" Sam suddenly exclaimed. "You'll stay for dinner if I do the cooking?"
"Maybe," Della replied. "Maybe I will. It all depends."
"On what?" Sam asked. "I have some beautiful steak in the refrigerator. We can toss a salad and bake potatoes."
"Oh, that's all right," the brunette smiled. "I was wondering about dessert."
"What would you like?" Sam asked.
"More," Della told him. "I think I'll be ready for more by then."
She lay on the couch and watched through the kitchen door as Sam hurriedly prepared their inner. He had finally gotten relaxed about working in the raw. They would enjoy this evening. They would sit on the floor naked and eat the steak, then roll over and have another good fuck or two.
She felt no guilt at all about keeping Sam from Chuckie until late in the evening. The little son was well on the way to recovery. Tonight was Sam's treatment. She watched the handsome body in the kitchen and smiled more radiantly. Yes, she was doing a damn good job of restoring Sam's health, a damn good job.