I met Gloria when I was in the hospital after surgery on my ankle. She was my evening nurse. The first time I met her, she came bouncing into my room and bubbled, “I heard you moved here from Idaho!” I nodded and said yes. She gushed, “I’m from Idaho too!”
That was the start of our very special relationship. While I was hospitalized, she’d come in my room, sit on my bed and chat. We spent hours together, and both knew there was something special between us. The day before I was discharged, we exchanged phone numbers and agreed to meet for lunch.
I was eager to see Gloria. She was lovely, classy and kind. When she called two days later and suggested lunch, the prospect of seeing her outside the hospital was exciting. We met at an Italian place and had a lingering meal. Over a shared dessert, I reached out and ran one finger along the back of her hand, holding her gaze, telling her frankly, though without words, what I was interested in.
Her bright blue eyes glittered back at me, and she said hoarsely, “Let’s go back to my place.”
I followed her to a small but tasteful apartment. Sit ting on her couch, I reached for her hand. “Glo ria,” I said softly, “I think I know what we’re both thinking.”
As her fingers caressed mine, she said, “I think so too, Kate.”
I put my arms around her and ran my nose along her neck. I reached up and removed the clip from her blonde hair, letting it fall around her shoulders. I ran my fingers through it and buried my nose in it, smelling her shampoo.
She pulled me closer, waiting for my next move. I pressed my lips to her cheek, next to her ear, for the softest of kisses. She returned the touch, running her hand along my upper arm, her fingertips passing along my neck and cupping my cheek. Our eyes met”"a similar blue, with similar long eyelashes, which neither of us accent with mascara. We felt each other’s breath on our faces. I leaned slow ly toward her, tilting my head.
Her eyes closed, as did mine. It was clear what was going to happen. Our lips”"mine full, hers fine”"met in a sweet, soft kiss. I drew back, waiting for a reaction. She leaned in again, and I leaned to meet her halfway, my fingers entwining in her hair. She kissed me a little harder, a little more demand ing. Her arms tightened around my torso, and she kissed me harder still.
Breathing softly through my nose, I parted my lips ex per imentally. Tak ing my cue, she parted hers. I focused on her bottom lip”"so soft, so loving”"and tenderly, ten tatively, she let her tongue explore my lips. I opened my mouth wider, and our kisses became harder, sweeter, more demanding. We took turns”"her tongue in my mouth, mine in hers.
Mutually, we gravitated to her bedroom, hardly breaking the kiss. I led her toward a sitting position, but as we continued to kiss each other, the impulse to lie down was too great. I explored her face and neck with kisses and the tip of my nose. She kissed my forehead, my cheeks, my earlobe.
I was breathing harder, and Gloria was too. She ran kisses down my neck and trailed them along my collarbone. My fingers played softly on her upper arm in the tenderest of caresses. We kissed again”"more fully, more de mand ing. My fingers slid up her sleeve, and her hands played along my exposed back. I shifted gently, so that I was on top, my legs straddling her hips.
“Oh, Gloria,” I murmured be tween kisses.
“Kate,” she said, pulling my face down to kiss me. “I want to make love to you.”
We shared another long, sweet, deep kiss. It became hard and urgent. I helped her off with her shirt as she unbuttoned mine. I reached behind her and unhooked her bra, then trailed my fingers along the back of her shoulders and down her arms as I slipped it off. She has creamy breasts, full and firm, tipped with rosy nipples. She could be a Victoria’s Secret bra model.
I cupped her breasts and ran my thumbs over the nipples, letting them harden as she unhooked my bra and slipped it off. I bent down and took one of her nipples in my mouth, playing with it with my tongue. She let out a little breath and ran her fingers through my hair. I moved to her other breast”"my touch so light, it tickled. I returned to the breast I just left with my fingertips. She was massaging and feeling my breasts as well, until, un able to take the stimulation anymore, she guided my chin back up to hers and kissed me hungrily.
Her hands played at my waistband, and I assisted her in slipping my pants and underwear off at the same time. She kissed me hard once more, then led me back onto the bed. She kissed my breasts, then moved down, spreading my legs and then pausing. Her fingers trailed along my upper thighs, and I trembled in anticipation.
“You are so beautiful,” she murmured. I reached out and touched her hand. Carefully, she made her way between my legs. I felt her breath ruffle my pubic hair. Her lips made contact with my skin, and involuntarily I whimpered how I had wanted this. She went to work with her lips and tongue and fingers. Oh, it felt good! I trailed my fingers along her neck, a little hint that she hadn’t been forgotten.
After a long moment, I moved away a bit. Catching her eyes, I said, “I need you. I need you in my mouth.”
She clambered up beside me and kissed me hungrily for a moment. I tasted myself on her. I fiddled with her button and zipper, and then, like she did with me, caught the underwear and pulled it down with her pants. She kicked them off. They landed in a heap on the floor.
My mouth watered in anticipation. I guided her up toward the pillows, kissing her several moments more. Breaking the kiss, I moved, switching places so I was facing her nether regions and she was facing mine. I kissed her vulva lips”"as far as I could reach in this position. I separated them with my tongue and sought out her clitoris. I worked on it gently but firmly, licking, flicking, sucking, kissing. I felt her mouth on my labia. Trembling, I inserted two fingers in her vagina and thrust gently while continuing to work with my mouth.
A familiar tingle worked all through me. “Oh, Glo ria,” I groaned. “I’m going to come.”
I felt her smile. She said, “Then come! Right here. Here in my mouth!”
The shock worked its way up until I exploded. As I trembled, she continued to work with her mouth. The image was so erotic. The jolt passed, and I moved away from her, switching positions again. I captured her mouth with mine and was as sure she could taste herself on me as I could taste myself on her.
I kissed her hard. “Now, my dear,” I said between kisses, “it’s your turn.”
I made my way between her legs and lowered my mouth to her again. I kissed her vaginal opening, then up and down the vulva lips. I returned to her clitoris, laving gently, sucking with just enough pressure to make her cry out softly. I inserted two fingers and thrust, still continuing to suck and lick. Moments later she gasped and trembled. I continued my attention to her clitoris, keeping her at her peak, lov ing her coming in my mouth.
When the spasms subsided, I crawled back up to her and kissed her. My arms and legs tangled around her. She ran her bottom lip along my neck. “You were fantastic,” I whispered, still tasting the come.
She nibbled my shoulder and said, “So were you. We have to do it again sometime.” I giggled, and she did too. Our lips met, and I thought, At last we’ve made love to each other.”"K.G., San Jose, California