Tuesday, September 13, 2016

One-night Stand with a Nurse

Earlier this summer, I met a nurse named Krysten at a bachelorette party. She was 26, had long chestnut hair, and her blue eyes contrasted with her tanned skin. She wore a black one-piece dress that showed off her long legs. Basically, most men in this world would line up for a moment with her.

The bachelorette party consisted of six girls also in their 20's, and it took place in a two-story beach house in Florida. The girls had me show up in a cop outfit to surprise the bride. I did my regular stripping routine and the girls enjoyed taking body shots and whip cream off of me. Their excessive drinking further fueled their enthusiasm for these activities. When one dastardly girl sprayed a little too much on my mouth, Krysten took the pleasure in licking it off, kissing me in the process and commenting how horny she was in front of her friends. It must have been the alcohol talking.

Therefore, I wasn't surprised when Krysten offered to walk me out when I finished my performance. She helped gather my belongings and walked with me downstairs where it was dark. We were alone, and we talked while I started to put on my clothes (I wasn't going to drive home in my police costume). She told me about her friend's upcoming wedding and how she didn't want to be the only single girl there. "Maybe you can be my date," she joked. 

"That would really surprise everyone," I said, grabbing one of my button-down shirts out of my bag. "I'd do it." 

She laughed. "Oh my God! They would be in shock."

"But I'm sure you'll have a date by then."

"No... I won't." 

"You will, but let's trade numbers. If you don't have a date by then, call me and I'll be your date."


"Yeah, I'll be your date," I replied.

"That would be so awesome!" she said.

I grinned as I put my shirt on. "So where would I stay during the wedding?"

"In my hotel room, of course."

"Oh? So would we be sharing the same bed?"

"That's up to you," she said, leaning towards me. "Here, let me help you with that..." She began to button my shirt. She couldn't even fasten the first button before we embraced into a kiss. She paused for a moment. "Oh my God, I can't believe I'm doing this..."

I couldn't believe I was doing this, either. She looked so hot. That black dress clung tightly to her frame. Her perfume smelled sweet. Her tongue caressed mine in such a soft and passionate way. I grabbed her ass, which felt round and firm.

Krysten's hand reached down and unbuttoned my pants. Then her hand reached in and grasped the front of my thong, massaging my cock, which was bulging more and more against the fabric. She pulled it thong down, freeing my hardening member, and began stroking me. I longed to be inside her.

The girls upstairs, unaware of our presence below, burst into laughter about something. It was enough to distract us.

"What if someone comes down?" I asked, looking up the stairs.

"Here," she said, grabbing my hand and leading me to a nearby bedroom. "Just letting you know: I never do this."

I have lost count how many times I heard that line throughout my years as a male stripper.

As soon as we entered the bedroom, Krysten shut the door, pulled her dress off, and sat down on the bottom half of a bunk bed. Only a thong remained on her. I removed my clothes, including my thong and climbed into bed with her.

We resumed kissing again, this time with more passion. I began sucking on her breasts, which were small, but round and perky. I traced my hand between her legs, feeling the mesh fabric of her thong, and the outline of her pussy beneath. Pulling the thong aside, I gently touched her clit. She moaned.

"I never do this..." she repeated between bouts of kissing.

"Do you want me to stop?" I whispered.


I sat up and grabbed the side strings of her thong and began tugging downwards. She thrust her hips upward, as if willing me to remove her underwear and have my way with her. Once I removed it, I spread her legs, and began kissing her inner thighs, which felt firm, yet smooth as silk. I worked my way upwards slowly until I was between her legs. Just as I tasted her, she moaned and bucked her hips in pleasure.

When I began licking her clit, she grabbed my hair by a fistful and pulled me forcefully towards me.

"Oh my God. You're so good. You do this all the time."

I said nothing, but continued on, sticking a finger inside. She was so wet that it slid in with ease. I tasted and fingered her in a steady motion. Her hips thrust towards me in pulsating response. Her gasps became deeper, and her moans became more audible. I wondered if the girls upstairs could hear. As Krysten climaxed, she pulled my hair with one hand, and dug her nails into my arm with the other.

"That was amazing," she gasped. "You must do this to girls all the time."

I did not reply to that.

"So what do you want me to do?" she asked, caressing me with her right hand.

"I want you to suck my cock," I said.

"Lay down," she said.

She grabbed my semi-hard cock, and wrapped her lips around it. I could feel her tongue swirling on the head. She slowly went downward, the moistness of her mouth feeling ever more amazing. Her saliva glistened down the shaft of my cock. Her mouth couldn't go very far down the length of my cock, but she used her saliva as a lubricant and used her hand to stroked me while she bobbed up and down with her mouth. She was good at this, and by now, I was painfully hard and wanting more.

Krysten stopped for a moment and said, "I can taste your pre-cum."

"Get on top," I said, reaching for a condom.

She complied, swinging a leg over. "I bet you do this all the time," she said, but nonetheless, began rubbing her wet pussy up and down the shaft of my cock. She lifted herself off of me enough so I could put on the condom. Then, she grabbed my cock and placed the head against the threshold of her pussy.

I entered very slowly at first. She gasped and winced as she slid down inch by inch. Even with the condom, I could feel her tightness. "You feel so good," I told her. "If I weren't wearing a condom, I would be cumming inside you right now."

Krysten bit her bottom lip. "Don't tempt me..."

She eventually eased herself into a steady rhythm. I grasped her small waist while she rode me. She had some very sexy abs on her midsection, that widened just perfectly into a set of firm hips. She was definitely the hottest girl at the party.

After a few moments, I flipped her onto her back, and began fucking her in the missionary position. I was getting close to cumming, and Krysten could tell.

"I want you to cum all over me," she said.

Hearing her utter those words gave me a brief image of her coated in cum, and that turned me on even more. I continued thrusting until I felt the pressure build up and I was on the verge of exploding. Then I pulled out and took the condom off just in time for the first load to spurt out and glanced off the side of her face, mostly landing in her hair. The second one overshot her, and landed somewhere on the bed sheets. The subsequent loads coated her chest and midsection. It looked like white frosting on her tanned skin.

"Wow. That feels really hot!" she said, stroking my leg. "I mean it feels hot, but it's your cum feels hot as in really warm."

I put the head of my cock against her clit, and slowly milked the rest of my cum out there. I shuddered as the sensitivity overtook me.

After I recovered, I got up to fetch a towel to help Krysten clean up. We talked for a bit, and that's when I found out more about Krysten, such as her age and occupation. During a pause in our conversation, she fell asleep.

I woke her up after a few minutes to announce that I was leaving. I had work (my actual day job) the next day and was only going to get a few hours of sleep at this rate. She got up and walked me to my car. On the way out, one of her friends, who was sitting outside talking on the phone, gave us a look of shock.

"Great!" Krysten said. "Now I'm going to have the reputation of being the girl who had sex with the stripper."

"And you care what others think?" I asked her.

Apparently, she did. Nevertheless, she walked me to my car. We talked about going on a date later, but she still seemed flustered about her friend seeing us.

"Text me when you get home, so I know you arrived safely," she said, kissing me once more. "I worry about things like that."

I left and texted her when I arrived home as promised.

The next day, she replied, "We all had a great time last night. I don't remember what I said to you last night, because I was drunk. Good luck with everything."

I never heard from her again. I'm guessing she was embarrassed about her friends finding out about our after-party tryst. I wish it was something more than a one-night stand because she was extremely gorgeous, but there are more parties and more girls on the horizon.

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