Chapter 6: MY NAUGHTY NURSE

MONOGAMY SUCKS, A SWINGER’S TALE, Part 1
By George Pappas, COPYRIGHT, 2010

CHAPTER 6: MY NAUGHTY NURSE

December 20

Feeling depressed about the Nellie fiasco, and I am seriously considering abandoning my swinger quest and returning to the bar scene. It couldn’t be any worse than this.

Fortunately, a woman named Pam bailed me out from another night of horny doubts and left a message on my voice mail tonight. Her message was short but to the point.

“I was just looking for some pleasure,” she said in a nasally New York accent. “I like your ad. Call me at 310 444-3232.”

When I returned her call a short time later, Pam confirmed that she was indeed looking for some no-strings fun. I had to conceal my excitement, as I didn’t want to come across as too eager and desperate, which is what I am.

“I am tired of the dating scene and I just want some fun for a change without all the emotional baggage of relationships,” she said.

Hallelujah. She must have been reading my mind.

Pam (probably not her real name) also mentioned that she works as a nurse at hospital in Santa Monica located nearby where she lives. My cock started to get hard just thinking about the possibilities. I’ve always had a thing about nurses. Maybe it’s the uniforms or the notion of being nursed, pampered and taken care of in a sexual way. Not sure really, but I do enjoy fantasizing about fucking women dressed in nurse outfits.

My fantasy typically goes something like this…

Fade in:
A tall blonde woman dressed in a nurse outfit saunters toward me as I lay naked in a hospital bed. “Hi,” she says with a sly smile. “It’s time to check your temperature.” She then bends down and starts sucking on my cock. Right before she deep throats me she says that I have been a good patient.

Soon I am throbbing in her mouth and feel like I am about to explode. Sensing this, my naughty nurse (still wearing her uniform top without any panties) takes my cock and sits on it, sliding my surging member into her tight shaved pussy. As we fuck, one of her assistants, a brunette with long black hair, sits on my face, her wet pussy lips rubbing against my lips and tongue. After I come hard, both ladies lick up and swallow my come.
Fade out.

You get the idea. I have rented a lot porno movies featuring the nasty nurses theme. I couldn’t count the number of times I jacked off to these tapes. So far it has remained only a fantasy, but Pam gave me hope tonight that I might finally realize my naughty nurse fuck fantasy.

We agreed to meet in a couple days on a Friday night. Following our phone call, my imagination was burning with naughty nurse fantasies, but I couldn’t shake my usual nervous feeling. I could be fooling myself again. Life is not porno. At least, my life is not. Well, maybe not yet.

December 22

Pam lives in a small apartment complex located near downtown Santa Monica. I must admit I wasn’t overly impressed with her looks. She is a petite Italian woman in her mid to late forties with a thin face, big dark eyes and black hair. Not as hot as she described herself on the phone. I am afraid that just may be the norm for blind fuck dates.

We sat on a couch in her living room and talked about movies and politics. She seemed nice, but I was hesitant to make a move. This is always the most awkward time for me. I am not very adept at being able to detect if a woman is attracted to me or not. Finally after several long minutes of boring small talk, the subject turned to sex. She asked me why I wasn’t married and who had hurt me in the past.

“Hurt me?” I asked.

“Well, you must have been hurt or you would be in a relationship right now,” she said smiling at me. “I am just surprised no one has snagged you. You are very handsome.”

I didn’t know what to say to that. I thought about asking her about her past, but figured it was best not to go there. I just wanted to get laid. I didn’t need to know her life story, and frankly I didn’t care. All this talking was making me nervous. I just wanted to get down to it, but there was no sign from her that she was ready or if she ever would be. A few moments later, I got my answer when Pam rubbed her hands on my crotch, unzipped my pants, reached in and stroked my semi-hard cock. Then we kissed and she hungrily stuck her tongue in my mouth. I removed her white lace top and sucked on her nipples. Her skin tasted of baby powder and shampoo. The smell of her intoxicated me.

After several minutes of playing with my cock with her hands and mouth, Pam removed her dress revealing her small thin pale body and asked me to lick her. I was intrigued by her directness.

She was shaved except for a little patch of hair strategically placed above her pussy lips. I stuck my tongue into her wet pussy and she tasted of citrus. So far, so good.

I tried to recall my nurse fantasies, but I couldn’t. All that was on my mind was fucking her and hoping I’d be able to perform. I tried not to worry about it, but that was easier said than done. Once performance anxiety creeps into my mind it is difficult to ignore. It can haunt me and quickly turn me impotent if I am not careful.

Pam abruptly left the couch and walked toward her bedroom beckoning me to follow. My pants were at my ankles by now and I almost stumbled trying to get up from the couch. By the time I reached her bedroom, she was lying on the bed, spread out playing with her pussy.

“Come here baby,” Pam cooed. “Lick me some more while I suck on your cock.”

I removed my clothes and lay down naked on her bed. Pam crawled on top of me and sat on my face. I felt her take my cock into her mouth as I tongued her clit.

“Oh baby, that’s so good,” she said as she took my cock out her mouth for a moment. Several times I felt on the verge of coming. Anticipating this, she grabbed and squeezed my balls holding my come back. Then she urged me to fuck her and moved to the top of the bed, spread out and waiting.

Surprisingly, Pam was as tight as an 18-year-old girl. Not something you expect from a woman in her mid forties. Maybe it was because she had never had any kids so her pussy had never been stretched and torn out of shape. It took some effort to enter her tight pussy, and when I finally did, I came inside of her in about 30 seconds. I wasn’t wearing a rubber either. I didn’t bother to stop and she didn’t ask me to. Oh well. So much for safe sex in the age of AIDS.

We looked at each other for a moment after I came. She briefly had an anxious expression on her face, but didn’t say anything about our unsafe adventure. I assumed her being a nurse that she would be more vigilant about sexual protection, but it never came up. I hate rubbers anyway so I wasn’t going to say anything. And I doubted if she would get pregnant at her age, but of course you never know so I was taking a number dumb chances with my health and future and my journey has only just began.

Pam also didn’t seem disappointed about my quick performance, but I suspect she was just being nice about it. That could have not satisfied her. Oh well.
A short time later, I fucked her a second time – also without a rubber – and came quickly on her belly. In all, I probably fucked her for a total of two minutes. I felt satisfied, drained in fact, but there was a part of me that realized my performance was pathetic. I tried not to dwell on it too much. Hell, I got my rocks off.

However, when we weren’t having sex Pam’s interest waned. She seemed restless and I could sense she wanted me out of there. Even before my come had dried, Pam said she had to work in the morning and sent me home. I figured I’d never hear from her again.

I was only fulfilling a quick sexual need for her. I was just her fuck toy and not even a very good one at that, but she obviously hadn’t been laid for a while. So many times women accuse men of just using them for sex. Now it was my turn to be used by a woman for sex. To be honest, I didn’t mind it at all. In fact, I liked it. She could use me for sex anytime. I just hope next time – if there is one – I can last a little longer.

December 29

I met Pam again this afternoon. The timing couldn’t have been better as it was a Sunday, which is always such a horny day for me. Probably because I haven’t been laid all weekend and all my come and lust is just ready to burst out my cock and balls by Sunday morning.

This time she insisted we use rubbers. Pam said she had treated a number of AIDS patients at the hospital where she worked and knew the risks.

“I don’t know what we were thinking about last time?” she said shaking her head. “I guess we got carried away. You’re clean aren’t you?”

I told her I was, but I was uncomfortable by her questions. Well, I at least I hope I am disease free. My last HIV test was a year ago and it was negative, but this was before I embarked on my sexual journey. Honestly, I could have contracted a disease from Leilani or Pam, but I doubt it. Neither seemed sexually promiscuous. Of course, I could just be fooling myself.

Pam went on to talk about her job and how she was so busy that casual sex was the only personal life she could manage.

“I don’t have time for anything else,” she said. “I am on call all the time. I also work sometimes two weeks straight without a break. I really don’t have time for relationships. Only occasional time for fun.”

She has a voracious appetite for sex. We fucked all afternoon, and at one point, as she rode me while gazing at our reflection in her closet mirror, she exclaimed, “I could fuck you forever like that!” I could sense her hungry need. I was like a drug for her -- a break from her lonely, monotonous and stressful life at the hospital.

During my cock’s down time, Pam revealed her other experiences with couples and other swingers. She is the first woman I have met who admitted to actually playing with swingers and participating in a threesome. Everyone I have known before meeting Pam had either talked about swinging or fantasized about it, but it has always been in the abstract not as a real experience. She actually did it and talked about her adventures with no hesitation or shame. I am impressed and more than a little in awe of her open sexual attitude.

Frankly, swinging is still a fantasy lifestyle for me. It might as well be happening on another planet. I am still a swinger in training, but meeting a woman like Pam gives me a lot of hope that someday soon I will fulfill my fantasies.

January 7

During our next sexual encounter, Pam told me her fantasy. She didn’t know it is also mine. Pam wants to sneak me into the hospital where she works and dress me up in a patient gown. Then she described her desire to climb on top of me and fuck me on a patient gurney. I became aroused as she described her fantasy and soon after I fucked her thinking about gurneys, nurse uniforms, and the antiseptic hospital smell mingled with the raw sweat of sex and come. It was one of the best fucks of my life.

“Nurses get me hot,” I told her after I came deep inside of her.

She smiled and said, “mmm…now that I know what you like….we’ll have to try my fantasy sometime…”

I can only hope so. It would no doubt give me a whole new attitude toward hospitals, which for the most part are dreary and depressing places stinking of sickness and death. Nothing sexy about them.

January 24

Unfortunately, we never did get the chance to play out our hospital fuck fantasy, but we did meet one more time a couple of weeks later. The sex was becoming more intense, but I could sense she was also growing increasingly distant. Maybe she was bored with me or wary of something deeper developing between us.

After the recent fuck session with Pam, I made a casual sex gaffe. I told her I wanted to spend a whole weekend fucking her.

Pam gave me a strange pensive look as if I had just asked her to move in with me or get married or something. Then she looked away and said abruptly that she had to go to work. It was apparent I had made her uncomfortable.

I wanted to extend our sexual meetings into a weekend fling, but she only wanted me for an occasional fuck stud. I had crossed the line with her. Wasn’t this usually what us men complained about -- women who get too emotional and confuse love and sex? But that wasn’t the case with me. I just wanted more casual sex. I guess should have stressed that to Pam as it was the last time I saw her. She didn’t return my calls after that. I was learning the hard way about the emotional landmines even involved with casual sex. Although it wasn’t my intention, another fuck fantasy had slipped out of my grasp.