Her breath came in ragged gasps as her orgasm continued, sucking the juice from my balls. Her cervix was so tight the semen seemed to boil in my shaft, and when it finally escaped, she shrieked and collapsed on top of me.

I realized she was sobbing. "What’s wrong?"

She smiled and fought back her tears. "Sorry. I love that feeling so much. I know I’ll miss it when I can’t get a man to do that to me anymore."

I held her at arms’ length to study her. She was a beautiful woman. She must have driven the doctors crazy as a young nursing student.

"What are you thinking, Mike?" She squeezed her Kegel muscles on my softening shaft.

"Best birthday ever."

She climbed off and cuddled against me. "I’ll trust you not to say anything at work. We’ll stay the same as we were there, but I’m not waiting for your next birthday to have you in my bed again, if that’s all right with you."

I played with her hair, a stray strand of silver glinting in the nightstand light. "Why me?"

"Why not? You’re not married, you don’t have a steady girlfriend, and I think you can be discrete. I like you. I feel I can trust you. We get along well. You’re a cute boy … um … man. I saw the way you looked at me when you thought I wouldn’t notice, and it got me thinking. I wondered if I could make you want me."

I ran my hand down her body, delighting in the sensuous way she moved to meet it. "Do you have your answer?"

She rolled toward me again, and we kissed and made out almost like we hadn’t done anything yet. Soon, she felt me hard against her leg. "This is why I wanted a younger man. It’s been a long time since I was with a guy who could get ready again this fast. Damn, we’re messy! Let’s go clean up."

She led me to her bathroom and turned on the shower. When she was satisfied with the water temperature, we got in. Seeing her naked under the streaming water made me appreciate once again how compact this woman was. When wet, her hair was jet black, and two steady rivulets of water ran off her plump nipples. Her fingertips tickled my cock.

"You actually like what you see, don’t you? I’m flattered."

"Yes, I do. I hardly dared fantasize about you before."

"And now?"

"My fantasies didn’t come close."

"That’s the birthday toast working," she laughed. "Remember? I asked that your wishes come true." She busied herself with bathing. I stood and stared. When she was finished, she pulled me under the water and moved aside. "Your turn, but I get to wash your cock."

I hurried through the rest of bathing to give her the chance.

She soaped me with her hands until I was fully hard and then lathered my scrotum. "Did you ever have sex in the shower?"

"In the dorm a couple times."

She ground herself against me. "Show me how you did it."

Together we got ourselves situated, she with her back against the tile wall of the tub, her ass in my hands and arms around my neck. We mated vigorously, almost desperately, and again her vaginal muscles milked me dry. We rinsed ourselves clean.

"Did you ever hear of the play ‘Tea and Sympathy’?" she asked.

"Had to read it for Freshman Lit. class in college."

She fondled my well-used manhood. "As the woman in it says, ‘Years from now when you talk about this – and you will – be kind.’ I needed this, Mike. Thank you. Now, I promised to get you drunk. Do you want to dry off and get dressed?"

"I want to dry off. Not sure about clothes."

"My young stud. If you think you can go again, I’ll help."

We made slow tender love that time and fell asleep. Morning sun on my face and a tongue on my cock woke me.

"Glad the rest of you is finally awake," she said before taking me into her throat, gagging just a little, and wiping the drool off her chin with her hand to lubricate her pussy. She feasted on my morning wood, stroking me, moaning, and playing with herself so I could see. I was still pretty worn out from the night before, so I lasted surprisingly long considering her talent. This time, there was no question about coating her tongue with my semen.

She swallowed and laughed. "I wish I could have taken a picture of your face when you first woke up."

"This isn’t how I usually wake up."

"Are you sorry you didn’t get to drink more last night?"

I pulled her naked body against mine to cuddle. "When you picked me up looking that good, all the thoughts I had about you started swirling in my head. When you asked if I wanted to see under your skirt, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. Pretty much forgot about booze at that point."

"You seemed like you enjoyed yourself. I know I did." She kissed me softly and snuggled. "You know we can’t do this all the time."

"Okay."

"You need girls your age, and I need men closer to mine."

"You’re probably right."

She smiled. "Now when I flash you my panties, you’ll know what’s under them."

"You’ll know my reaction a little better now, too."

She fondled my flaccid cock. "I like your reaction. Maybe we can have fun next time we both have the same day off."

We got dressed, and she took me home. "See you at work," she said before she drove away.

~~~~~~

About "Mary":

I worked in the smallest of three hospitals in a little city while I was in college. My job title was "attendant" or male nurse’s aide. I did a lot of patient care, but I floated throughout the building rather than being assigned to one ward. I spent time in our tiny emergency room and rode the volunteer fire company ambulance on contract to the hospital.

"Gallows humor" was common in stressful situations. Doctors told dirty jokes while trying to stem arterial bleeding or re-start hearts in the emergency room. We got silly in the back of the ambulance to hide our terror about the way old Paul drove. It didn’t matter if we were going for a person with a broken toe or a broken neck. We went with lights, sirens, and burning rubber. There were scuffs on the whitewall tires from the way he attacked corners. The local cops didn’t care since he never wrecked and was related to half of them. Laws and their enforcement were different then about yielding the right of way to emergency vehicles. Paul, a former jalopy race car driver, took full advantage. The hospital’s rig was similar to those below.

"Mary" was a real person. She’d be in her mid-eighties if she were still with us. She was born decades before her time. Her independence would seem strong in a forty-ish woman even now. She wasn’t brash or coarse. She could conduct herself as a lady by the standards of the day, but she took charge and let people know what she wanted or felt was needed. Her physical description is accurate. Back then, hospital nurses wore white uniforms, hosiery, shoes, and caps as illustrated. I believe I saw Mary in a pants uniform twice in three years.

She was a huge flirt and a bit of an exhibitionist with people she trusted. I learned to appreciate garters and stockings working with her, and she was well aware of it. However, she could pull off the "sweet little nurse" thing well, comforting babies and old people with the best of them. She was exceptional at her profession, brilliant in a medical crisis. We never touched, other than a surprisingly warm farewell kiss and hug from her on my last day at the job. To my knowledge, she wasn’t predatory in her dealings with men. Assertive is a better word. Rumor was she had her fun.

Melancholy? Maybe. Mary was aware of her age. She seemed to take excellent care of herself and pride in her appearance. Her uniforms were always stark white, her shoes gleaming with fresh white polish. She wore little make-up because she didn’t need to. She chose not to dye her few strands of gray hair, but sometimes she mentioned the passing of time. I’d like to think she was realistic about it. We talked a lot, shared a number of secrets. She was excited about becoming a great aunt, so I think she accepted her life.

Penetration of the cervix is possible in a woman with a shallow uterus. The cervix is a sphincter muscle like the anus – made to be stretched open naturally and able to tolerate it artificially, as in some types of medical procedures. Some women report the experience as being quite painful during the stretching process, while others seem to enjoy it immensely as part of sexual intercourse. As with anal penetration, it becomes easier and hopefully more pleasurable with repeat experience. When the woman orgasms, her uterus contracts slightly but rhythmically, stimulating the head of the penis.

The basis of this story is fact. I’m "Mike". The portions of this tale dealing with work happened. What "Mary" and "I" did outside work is fantasy. I was attracted to her as a person, not just a vagina. At that age, I’m sure I would have eagerly accepted any physical attention she showed me, but, in my case at least, there was nothing but harmless flirting.

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