The Visiting Nurse

[cgraven]

Chief Spencer

I watch as the mountain of man hitches up his pants and grabs his gear. I watch his eyes, I watch as he goes. I am uneasy about this, but I have given my word.

I see the girl tied to the old barn post. Its rough surface must feel like hell against her smooth delicate skin. I look at the girl on the grown. I see the look in her eyes, questioning, confused, and disbelief mirrored in them.

"What's your name?"......"Dawn"......" Ok Dawn, untie your friend, and stay low, we don't want any surprises from your lover boy."

I regretted the words as soon as they where out of my mouth, but like I said I often forget to engaged the brain before acting.

I was about at the end of my rope. Sweat braking out on my face. Hang on Jim it's not just your ass on the line. Hang on.

 

[bearlee]

Dawn

Dawn wasn't sure what to think. Was she now safe? She quickly moved to Carol, releasing her from her bonds. She wasn't sure what problems Carl had, but she was a nurse first and foremost, and would take care of him. Still, she was apprehensive about the man now standing in the barn.

 

[cgraven]

Chief Spencer

The girl called Dawn untied her friend. I saw the doubt and confusion in her eyes. I knew she didn't trust me and I couldn't blame her. After all they didn't know me from Adam and a 12gauge shotgun is pretty intimidating.

"Come on gals lets get to the house, Carl's in a bad way."

We made our way back to the house and into the living room. Carl was out like a light. I had learned that the other woman's name was Carole. I opened the draw by the couch and handed her Carl's service 45 and jacked a round into the chamber.

'It's ready to go."

"If your friend shows up again just point it right at the middle of his chest and just squeeze the trigger. Don't hesitate or I think you'll be in for a worst time than in the barn."

" I am going to check out the house."

"I don't like surprises."

I made a sweep of the house and locked all the doors and windows as I went. I called out before entering the living room. I don't like being shot.

Dawn was looking after Carl. "Carole I told him you wouldn't call the cops, but I didn't say anything about you driving down to the station for a little talk."

The lights went on for Carole as she threw one of Carl's old hunting shirts over her out fit. She placed the 45 on the end table and left. I heard her car pulling out.

Then I crumpled like a house of cards. I had been running on nothing but guts. The girls where now safe and I was done in.

 

[bearlee]

Dawn

Dawn heard Carol leave as she attended to Carl, trying to figure out exactly what was wrong with him, when all of a sudden she heard a crash. The other man, the man she didn't know, didn't know if he had saved them, or what was happening, had fallen to the floor. Carl was having problems, but she was stabilized.

Still unsure of this other man, she instinctively ran to him, bending down to immediately check his pulse as he lay on the floor.

 

[cgraven]

Jim

Chief Spencer vision slowly cleared. He saw the girl named Dawn the visiting Nurse bending over him. He felt the pressure of her fingers warm and strong upon his wrest. He swallowed hard. The sent of her washed over him. It was still sweet to him even after all she had been through.

"If I died I must be in heaven" Jim knew it was far from original, but Dawn sure did look like an angel to him.

He blushed as he realized that he had an unobstructed view of Dawn chest. He turned his head away. And he could feel his pulse quicken.

 

[bearlee]

Dawn

Dawn still wasn't sure about the man. In a sense he had saved her, but if the truth be known, she enjoyed what had happened in the barn. On her own she may have done it, or at least thought about it, but when she had no choice but to submit, she was able to surrender herself so completely to the wanton lust pent up inside her.

There was something almost cute and harmless about this man. Yeah, it was an old line, and the way he blushed and turned away. She didn't feel afraid of him.

Wiping sweat from his brow, she asked, "What's your name?"

 

[bearlee]

Dawn

Dawn still wasn't sure about the man. In a sense he had saved her, but if the truth be known, she enjoyed what had happened in the barn. On her own she may have done it, or at least thought about it, but when she had no choice but to submit, she was able to surrender herself so completely to the wanton lust pent up inside her.

There was something almost cute and harmless about this man. Yeah, it was an old line, and the way he blushed and turned away. She didn't feel afraid of him.

Wiping sweat from his brow with her hand, she asked, "What's your name?"

 

[bearlee]

Dawn

Dawn still wasn't sure about the man. In a sense he had saved her, but if the truth be known, she enjoyed what had happened in the barn. On her own she may have done it, or at least thought about it, but when she had no choice but to submit, she was able to surrender herself so completely to the wanton lust pent up inside her.

There was something almost cute and harmless about this man. Yeah, it was an old line, and the way he blushed and turned away. She didn't feel afraid of him.

Wiping sweat from his brow with her hand, she asked, "What's your name, are you okay?"

 

[cgraven]

Jim

I felt her cool hands on my brow. The smell of her, the warmth of her. I ached for her the way I hadn't wanted a woman for years. There had been something about her in the barn the way she went at that guy. The thought of that scene and the nagging pondering of what she would look like striped down for action had a very predictable effect

"Jim " was all he said.

 

[bearlee]

Dawn

"Well, Jim, we have to get you on the couch to lay down unless Carl has another bed here and get you out of these clothes," Dawn said.

"Here, let me help you over to couch for now. Can you get out of these clothes while I look around for something else you can wear-don't worry about Carl, right now he's stablized."

Dawn helped Jim up and over to the couch, letting him lie down and headed off to Carl's room to find something else for him to wear. His clothes were wet with sweat from whatever happened to him, whether it was pain, or something else.

 

[cgraven]

Jim

I strip off my uniform almost as if it where a ritual of laying one life aside before taking up another. I watch as Dawn's body glides from the room. God the way she moves and what it does to me.

I lay upon the couch, clad only in my white issued boxers. The ugly red scare of the accident plainly visible on my left knee where the surgeons tried their best to put it all back together again.

My thoughts return to Dawn so young and fresh the opposite of my worn continence.

I know in my heart she would never see me as anything other than a patient.

 

[bearlee]

Dawn

Dawn returned carrying a pair of white cotton pajamas. As she returned, she saw Jim lying on the couch in his white underwear. She could see the scar on his left knee. He looked so helpless. There a sweet quality to him, maybe it was the way he blushed. At this point, she felt she really owed him her life.

"This is all I could find, put them on, " she told him. "You'll have to take off those white boxer shorts, I can turn my head if you want, but I doubt I'm going to see anything I haven't seen before."

 

[cgraven]

Jim

I wasn't shy but I did appreciate that she would consider that I was. Dawn had turned her back so I slipped out of the boxers.

She hadn't laid the pajamas down but they where still in her hand. Was it on purpose or just an oversight? After all she had been through a lot. I couldn't make up my mind, nor did it make much difference to me.

So there I was standing weak legged, naked, and lost in a world of my own thoughts as I took in the graceful curve of Dawn's back. I ran my eyes down her back over her cute little firm derriere, passed the gentle swelling of her calves to her dainty feet. The sight of her stirred a passion in me and I began to harden just at the sight of her. I could just make out the curve of Dawn's left breast.

I reached for the pajamas and over shot my mark my callused hand resting on her small smooth hand. It lingered, hers so soft and warm. What in this girl a, stranger to me moved me so?

 

[bearlee]

Dawn

Dawn felt the roughness of Jim's hand as it touched hers. A tingling of excitement ran down her spine. He seemed to be a man of gentleness, maybe meekness, on the one hand, but she could tell by his hands, a hardened man, a man of experience and roughness by years of hard work. She let his hand linger on hers without jerking hers away, the feeling almost like sandpaper on her delictate hand. He was older than her and she knew their lives were so different.

As he took the pajamas from her, she turned to face him. Looking into his eyes, she smiled, keeping her eyes locked for a moment on his. As she told him to put the pajamas on she let her drift downward the lenght of his body. Remembering his reaction before, she casually mentioned, as she stared down at the lower half of his body the scar on his knee, wondering out loud how he had gotten it.

 

[cgraven]

Jim

Dawn's hand lingered under my touch. She did not pull it away, still she stayed her soft warm hand under mine so different, as our lives where.

Her words came to me softly as the song of a bird in the early morning as darkness gives way to day. I take the offered pajamas our momentary contact severed. As I prepare to put them on Dawn turns. Our eyes meet and hold for an instant, then Dawn's eyes travel lower down my body to rest upon my manhood. Her cheeks now touched by a flush of pink so quickly there and then gone again.

I am filled with a burning need for Dawn, to posses her to be one with her, to consume her.

She asks about the scar. I tell her of the battle with the storm, the crash of the mast, the searing pain as it chrushes my leg beneath its' weight, the desperate struggle to save those I had come to rescue. The child's hand slipping from mine as she was carried beneath the waves. The waves covering me as I to am drawn under. The battle to reach the surface, the searing pain and joy as air once again filled my lungs. I told Dawn all this.

I see a tear in her eye. It traced a small rivulet down her cheek. I bend forward and kissed it away. My mouth fond Dawn's as the pajama's slipped from my grasp. My tongue found the warmth of Dawn's mouth. I folded her into my arms, as the warmth of her body filled me with longing.

 

[bearlee]

Dawn

OOC: I'm leaving to go see her now. I'll give her a quick call and see if she'll post under her own screen name on this and Cheerleader story. Be back later. Feel free to add to other story if she'll do it this way, she can do both.

 

[cgraven]

OOC

Thank you for trying

C.G. Raven

 

[ariadne]

Dawn


I am so saddened by Jim's account of the accident. The nurse in me begins to come out. Somehow, whenever someone is hurting, whether it be physically or emotionally, I begin to feel that I should be able to make things better. The only problem is, is that my way of making things better don't always seem to be consistent with what the problem the patient is experiencing. Jim certainly was in emotional distress, as well as physical. As our mouths come together and I feel his tongue lightly flicking mine, a warmth begins to build in my pussy, and I feel the release of a wetness from inside of me that is beginning to leave a wet area on my panties. I can feel my clit start to throb. Our kisses become deeper and I can see that he is having a difficult time keeping his hips still. There is a very slight thrusting movement, then he tries to stop, because I feel that he may be uncomfortable about it. His cock is hard, and there is nothing he can do to hide it. I believe that most patients probably think that a nurse would never look at their "penis", or "vagina" in a sexual way, but how untrue this is, at least for me. I have often wondered if this is totally inappropriate, but maybe the fact that it probably is, is what makes it more exciting....Anyway, back to Jim. As we were kissing, I began to want to make him feel even better, so reached down and gently cupped his balls in my hand and softly massaged them, pushing them softly up against his shaft. He began thrusting , and I asked him just to be still and try to relax. I told him That I didn't want him to move his hips. This was partly selfish on my part, because I could see that there was more than a drop, almost a stream of precum running down the head of his cock. I love the taste and feel of precum in my mouth, even more so than cum. I wanted to be able to lick it off and put my tongue in his urethra to taste what last bit there might be in there too. I also wanted to be able to suck his cock, and that would have been difficult if he had been pushing his cock in and out of my mouth. He complied, and was very still, except for the occasional quivering of his cock. I began to suck him, at first just the head, and then slowly, further down his cock, licking and circling his shaft with my tongue at the same time. It felt so good in my mouth, and I think it might have felt good to him too. Occasionally he would touch my hair, and I could tell that he wanted to hold my head tight and fuck my mouth, but whenever he would start to put too much pressure on my head with his hans, I would stop, and he would then again try to relax and stay still. Finally, I began to feel bad for him because I could sense his need for release, so I began to tighten my mouth around his cock and let him start to push himself in and out of my mouth. I wanted it to last a little longer, because I knew that his orgasm would be stronger if he waited just a little longer, so I would break the rhythm, and push my mouth all the way down to the base of his cock, and put pressure on the head with the back of my throat. Finally, I could begin to feel that he was beginning to get frustrated, and certainly didn't want him to think that his nurse was a "prick teaser", so I let him grab my hair and fuck at his own pace, until he finally squirted a very tasty creamy treat into the back of my throat. I held still for a little while because I knew he would be sensitive , and the swallowed most of his cum, except for a tiny bit that I saved for him as I gave him one last loving kiss.....So, in the end I think he did end up feeling a little better than when I first began to take care of him. Maybe not the most proffesional bedside manner, but I don't think I offended him.

 

[bearlee]

Above revised

Dawn

Dawn felt a shiver run the length of her spine as Jim embraced and held her in his arms. As his mouth met hers, she could smell the musky scent of this man. He was so much different than her. Older, probably wiser, filled with life's experiences that she may never know.

She brought his naked body closer to hers, leaving just enough room to slide her hand on his massive chest, slowly moving it down his body. She could feel his hardness pushing against her flattened stomach as she continued to move her hand still lower until it touched the prize between his legs.

Dawn liked her men rough, but maybe this time it would be different-gentle. His rugged body pushed against hers as her fingers slowly wrapped themselves around his cock.

 

[cgraven]

Jim

I feel Dawn's hands upon my chest. I thrill as they mover lower. The warmth of her soft but demanding touch upon my cock.

I am over come with a passion and desire for Dawn that can not be denied. IN a moment of passion I rip open Dawn's blouse. The buttons flying. I bury my face to her cleavage, inhaling her sweet fragrance. I left my eyes to hers, the startled look reflected back at me. Without a word I press my lips to hers. It is a gentle kiss that grows in intensity. Our tongues meet intertwining I give my breath to her and she her's to me. I break our Kiss.

"Dawn I am so sorr................." the word fades on my lips. I am not sorry. I long for Dawn.

 

[ariadne]

Dawn

Dawn was at first startled by the rough way he had ripped open her blouse , and felt a wave of fear sweep through her, but the gentle way in which he touched her mouth with his lips and then began to apologize relaxed her .

She placed the tips of her fingers over his mouth to stop his apology. With her other hand she pulled her hair away from one side of her neck, then pulled his mouth down to her ear. She could feel his warm breath quicken as his tongue circled and flicked around and in her ear. Closing her eyes , she gently pushed her hips against the hardness of his cock, feeling the wetness that she loved so much smear against her stomach.

 

[cgraven]

Jim

Dawn pressed her fingers to my lips. They tasted of alcohol and medicine the tools of her profession, but to me it was the taste of honey.

I watched as Dawn pulled her hair away from one side of her neck, then pulled my mouth down to her ear. I was lost in a world of conflicting feels, but surrendered to my need for her. My mouth fond her shell like ear, my tongue teasing it, my teeth nibbling at the lobe. I traced passionate kiss down the side of Dawn's neck to where it hallows. I feel Dawn press her body to mine in a need as great as my own.

I left my head to gaze into Dawn's lustrous eyes. Had I missed read her actions? I was filled with doubt and longing for her. Dawn's eyes told me I had not.

My hands followed the lines of her shoulders down to her wrist and hands. Stepping back I take her small hands I mine. We are at arm length as our fingers part. I lay down upon the couch. My shaft fully aroused by my need for Dawn.

 

[ariadne]

OOC: cgraven- Thanks for adding more. I am not an author and ideas do not roll off the top of my head. It is late and I am very sleepy from staying up most of two nights playing "nurse" with bearlee,so can hardly think straight. Will try some more later when my mind is a bit more clear. Ariadne...

 

[cgraven]

Jim

I reclined up on the couch. Would Dawn except my invitation? Had I so missed read her intentions because of my own need for her.

I waited and Hoped.

 

[bearlee]

OOC: Ariadne-are you coming back. I'd rather have you work on more of this.