Nurse Rosy

I met Rosy (real name) when I was newly single from a 2-year relationship that had been a very messy and protracted breakup. I was throwing myself into the social scene and never turned down a party invite or the opportunity to get out with friends.

The latest one was a house party for the birthday for some random guy I knew through a school friend. The party itself was uneventful (other than the birthday boy turning up late, drunk and high on some drug or other).

As was the way at the time, I drank way too much, way too quickly. After not too long, I found myself in the bathroom feeling a bit worse for wear. Rosy, who was a friend of my friend Caitlin (see previous stories) spotted I was missing and came in search of me.

Rosy was a really beautiful woman – long dark curly hair, olive skin, big brown eyes and a beautiful, crooked smile. I’d noticed her from the first moment we arrived, but Caitlin warned me off as Rosy lived with her boyfriend and were known to be “pretty serious.”

Sat in the bathroom, feeling dizzy and unwell I heard a tap at the door. Rosy appeared with a glass of water and wanted to know if I was ok. We sat on the floor of the bathroom, I glugged my water and she put a playful arm around me saying she was here to nurse me, and it was a relief to get away from the party.

I snuggled into her, grateful for the attention and was never one to miss the opportunity for human contact. Rosy stroked my hair and asked how I was feeling. “Better now you are here,” I slurred.

I put my arm around her waist that took us to a full embrace. Me still snuggling into her neck and her stroking my hair.

“I was worried about you when you disappeared, Caitlin says you’ve had a bit of a tough time lately.”

“Yeah, nothing I can’t handle though. Just glad you came to help me.”

“I thought you needed looking after.”

I turned and our eyes met. It was one of those moments when you can read each other’s minds and I knew what was coming next. I leaned in and kissed Rosy gently on the lips. She reciprocated and parted her lips to meet mine and soon we were locked in a passionate embrace. Sensing some urgency, my hands went round her waist and I pulled her into me, leaning back then lying back on the tiled floor with her on top of me.

We kissed for a long time, exploring each other with our hands. My hands running through her hair, down her back, across her waist and finding her beautiful tight arse. She broke the embrace to stand up and pull me up with her. We locked back in, her stumbling backwards until we found the washing machine that was bizarrely located in the bathroom (these were post-student times, but not that long afterwards).

Taking her by the hips, I lifted her onto the washer as we continued to embrace, may hands now exploring up her back, underneath her top, her hands on my arse as we pressed against each other. Unsurprisingly, my cock was rock hard at this stage, and she was fully aware of it as I ground against her.

Suddenly our embrace was broken by hammering on the door. The host of the party was losing her shit with her boyfriend and things were turning nasty. As a reasonably big bloke in those days (6’1”, 200lbs) I was asked to come and calm him down……although I needed a minute or two to calm down myself.

The night became the early hours as I was chaperone for the drunken/high boyfriend and the girls tried to calm down the host. Amongst the maelstrom, no one had noticed our absence, so nothing was said.

Around 3am, the boyfriend was safely comatose for the night and the host was calmer. Taking our cue to leave, Caitlin, Rosy and I departed in a cab. With all of us living in different directions (and partially motivated by my desire for this night not to end) weall agreed to crash at Caitlin’s.

Caitlin suggested we all just share the double bed but go top-to-tail so as not to make things awkward. I slept on the end, with Rosy in the middle, her feet resting against the back of my head. This was a most unsatisfactory situation, but the late hour, coupled with the alcohol intake meant we all fell asleep pretty quickly.

I awoke about 4 or 5 hours later, the girls sleeping soundly, but with my cock rock hard. I shuffled out the bed on to the floor, moving down to the foot of the bed where Rosy was sleeping. I stroked her hair and kissed her cheek to wake her up. I suggested we maybe moved to the living room, but instead she pulled back the duvet and silently motioned for me to get in the bed.

Checking Caitlin was still asleep, I slid in beside Rosy and we picked up where we had left off the previous night. This time, I was in my underwear, Rosy having discarded her bra and taken a long t-shirt from Caitlin. We carried on our embrace, but this timethe thin material of Rosy’s top couldn’t hide her erect nipples that sat atop her unbelievably pert C cup breasts. It wasn’t long before my hand explored under her t-shirt and found her naked breast.

I lifted her top up and brough my mouth to her red nipple, gently nibbling with my teeth. We resumed kissing as I massaged her breasts, this time with her t-shirt up by her neck, exposing her slim, tanned and toned body and per black panties.

At this point I had no idea, and no real interest in whether Caitlin was awake or was aware of what we were doing. I pulled Rosy into me, as my hard cock pressed against as I switched between kissing her and sucking her nipples.

Rosy parted our bodies as her hand traced down my back, across my hips and arse until she found my throbbing cock through my boxers. “Is that nice?” she asked rhetorically as she gripped my cock and gently started to jerk me. Sighing in affirmation, she plunged her hand under the waistband of my boxers and started jerking me with more urgency. My hands left her breasts, traced her stomach until it found her panties that were soaking wet by this stage. Slipping under her panties and massaging her clitoris, feeling her wetness against me as we both started to orgasm.

My cock exploded in her hand, soaking my boxers as she bucked against my hand in a stifled orgasm, trying our best not to wake Caitlin. We embraced in that post-orgasmic state, our soaked underwear pressing against each other, our hearts racing with smiles on our faces.

“That was amazing,” I whispered, gasping for breath. Rosy said nothing, just kissed me as we embraced again.

“I think we need a shower,” Rosy said.

“I agree,” I whispered with a huge grin on my face.

To be continued………