Night duty
I'm thirty, I'm not married, and I don't plan to be anytime soon. I do have a boyfriend, of course, but he's more of a come-and-go type, for sexual pleasure. It's better this way than not at all.
Blonde, short haircut, gray eyes, delicate facial features. Bust size 2, height 170 cm, slim waist, moderately plump, though I think my legs are a bit too full. But that's just my opinion; the girls say with legs like mine, I could be on stage.
I'm sitting here now, at work, on duty. I work as a floor nurse in the therapy department. It's already midnight, the corridor is empty, everyone's been asleep for a long time, and the lights are off. Only my desk lamp is on. I finished all the paperwork a while ago, so I'm sitting in my phone on a swivel chair, leaning back with my legs stretched out. I'm wearing a brand new, snow-white lab coat that goes down to mid-thigh, with buttons and colorful inserts on the sleeves and pockets. On my head, a starched and ironed tall nurse's cap. On my legs, black "Cervin" nylon stockings, slip-on shoes with a small platform, and next to me under the desk are high-heeled shoes (I wear those during the day). I don't feel like sleeping at all; maybe I'll go for a smoke. Suddenly, my cell phone rang; it's Tanya, a nurse from the surgery department on the 2nd floor.
-Lera, how about a smoke?
-Perfect timing! I'm up for it, let's meet in the smoking area. Bring a lighter; mine ran out of gas. Okay, I'm coming...
I took one cigarette from the desk and headed to the service entrance. It leads right out to the hospital park, where the gazebo we smoke in is located.
It was warm outside; after all, it was already mid-May. In the park, a lone streetlamp was lit on a pole, about 20 meters away from our smoking spot. Around the gazebo, neatly trimmed, low-growing thujas grew, so it was practically impossible to see who was in the gazebo or what they were doing.
-Sit down, I already wiped the bench - Tanya was wearing medical trousers and a top, with a transparent cap on her head - How's it going over there? Quiet?
-More or less today
We lit up. I got comfortable, crossing my legs, took a deep drag, and exhaled a thick stream of smoke.
-By the way... there's a chance to earn some extra cash - Tanya said, as if casually - Interested?
-???
-Uncle Sasha is coming today - Tanya looked at me curiously, waiting for my reaction. It was still dark, but we were sitting close and could see each other's faces clearly. A pause fell... I even stopped smoking. Uncle Sasha was the local masturbator; he'd come to our hospital at night and jerk off while peeping through the first-floor windows at the nurses. In principle, everyone knew about it, even complained to the management, who in turn promised to take measures, but no one ever actually took those measures. The staff got upset, got upset, and then things just stayed as they were... Then some young girls (and not just young ones) quickly adapted and started posing for him for money. And it all stayed a secret; no one complained to the higher-ups anymore. Uncle Sasha was pushing 70, or maybe a bit younger, nobody really knows.
-Thanks - I laughed - no desire at all.
-Oh, come on... you need money, and here you don't have to do anything, just show him your tits, the old guy will jerk off, so what's the big deal?
-Why don't you want to do it yourself?
-I'm already a passed stage; he wants new ones
I snorted with laughter, covering my mouth with my palm.
-Oh, I can't
-How much does he pay?
-Whatever you agree on
-Well, I don't know
-What do you mean you don't know - Tanya mimicked me - you have a loan, you really need money
-I'll think about it...
-Nothing to think about, anyway... I'll call him
-Fine, call him, you convinced me. But now let's go, we have work to do - I stood up, straightened my coat - call me later. Let's go.
We scheduled the meeting for 3 AM, just before dawn was about to break. Uncle Sasha arrived at five to three, I came at five past three.
-Oh! Good evening, I know you - he began - I've seen you often, how agile you are! Everything in its place. I got lucky...
-Hello, let's go, there's a gazebo here...
-Yes, I know
We entered the gazebo. I sat where I had sat with Tanya, crossed my legs, and adjusted the flaps of my coat.
-I'd like to clarify something
But he interrupted me.
-I only... - he made a hand gesture that made it easy to guess he needed to jerk off.
-I understand. How much?
He named a sum, quite decent actually, it suited me, and I agreed.
Zzzip - the zipper came undone, and I closed my eyes.
-Open your eyes, dear!
I open my eyes and see before me, in the man's hands, a COCK. My God! What have I gotten myself into! I wanted to get up and stop this whole disgrace. But money was at stake, and not a small amount. Ah... whatever happens, happens.
The cock was small, all kind of wrinkled. He held it with two fingers, then gently pulled the foreskin back, revealing the head a little.
-My name is Uncle Sasha, and yours?
-Lera
-What a beautiful name! - he slowly stroked his shaft - stroke your knees, Lerochka.
I placed my palm on my knee and stroked it. The rustle of skin against nylon excited him; his cock twitched and slowly began to harden.
-Now from the knee down, along the calves.... Yes-yes... like that... like that...
Uncle Sasha took his cock in his fist and began making back-and-forth movements.
-And now, say the word 'cock'... I love it when girls with aristocratic features swear dirty. Come on, say COCK...
-Cock - I whispered almost inaudibly.
-Louder...
-Cock - I said loudly and noticed how his cock grew in size.
-Lerochka, you're such a good girl... say FUCK...
-Fuck...
-Lift up your little coat, dear...
I took the edge of my coat and pulled it up... His voice became kind of dry, slightly trembling. The bottom button came undone by itself; I undid the second one myself. The flaps opened, revealing wide hips... higher up... the shadowy welt of the stockings appeared... even higher... and now the cuffs of the nylon stockings, to which the clips from the narrow suspenders were attached (Uncle Sasha started moving his hand faster). The stockings under the clips were slightly wrinkled; on the right leg, even a narrow fold had formed.
-Oooo!!! Stockings... so cool - his cock was already standing perpendicular to his body - rub your legs against each other, I adore that sound.....
I uncrossed my legs and stretched them out, crossing them at the ankles. Folds immediately appeared on my knees... I started moving my legs... the rustle of the stockings rubbing against each other was the last straw. Uncle Sasha closed his eyes and, with a growl, released a long stream of semen right onto my thighs... Drops landed on my knees, on the stocking suspenders, and on the white, hitched-up coat.
-OOOOOoooooo... - the old man groaned, still fiddling with his business. I was still sitting, leaning back against the bench back, with my arms spread out to the sides...
-Fuck... this is insane - I said quietly - I'm covered in cum!
Then, with a manicured finger, I ran it along my thigh, gathered the biggest drop from the stocking, and flicked it onto the ground.
-Well, how am I supposed to go back? Okay, while it's still dark, I'll run. Let's settle up, my good man!
Uncle Sasha took out a wad of money, paid extra on top, and as a farewell, even kissed my hand.
-I hope we'll repeat this event?
I snorted with laughter.
-Bye for now, Uncle Sash! Drop by if you need anything!