Eternity (16 page)

“Just you wait and see…” he flashes me a cheeky grin and gives a wink in my direction as he closes the door behind him.

There’s little point trying to guess what he is doing, it could be anything, the only thing I do know is that the surprise is even more exciting than his arrival.

Ten minutes pass before I hear the bathroom door creak open, turning expectantly towards it I’m greeted with an extraordinary sight.

Carlos emerges, dressed in a skin tight, white pvc
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kinky nurses outfit. Striking a pose, the tablets and a glass of water in one hand, the other outstretched above his head with a flourish, he then proceeds to flounce exaggeratedly towards me, swishing his hips from side to side as he goes.

As he closes in I notice that the dress is far too short for his muscular stature, leaving him entirely exposed, his erection clear to see at eye level as I lie on the bed, transfixed.

It takes every ounce of will power I have to keep a straight face; but when he leans down, placing one hand on my forehead and utters, in his most sensual voice “my my, you are sooo hot” I break, falling about in hysterics.

“OH MY GOD! What are you wearing!?”

“You like?” he asks giving me a twirl, so I can see his bum cheeks unconcealed by the hem line, “I picked it up on the way here, thought you could do with a laugh”

I’m trying hard to compose myself, he looks hilarious, “I can’t believe you did this, but you’re certainly rocking the sexy nurse look” I give an exaggerated stare at his penis, still standing to attention.

“So, do I get a reward for my efforts?” he asks thrusting his hips towards my face. “I guess you did earn it” I manage to say it in a sultry voice. I grasp his cock with both hands, distracting myself from his outfit so I don’t keep laughing. Keeping my eyes locked on his I lower my mouth, starting at the base I lick right up to the tip, pausing to swirl my tongue around the head, before placing my lips around it and pushing down. As I take him deeper into my mouth I flick my tongue around increasing the sensation; his body relaxes, his head falls back, pushing his hips up so his slips in further.

I take as much as I can, the tip of his cock at the back of my throat, but there is still a good two inches more; so with one hand, I wrap my fingers around it, massaging in time to my lips moving up and down the shaft and with my other hand I cradle his balls. His gasp letting me know he’s enjoying it.

I pull back up until it’s just the head left in my mouth, using my tongue to explore it while I suck harder, now using both hands to run up the length of him. I squeeze my finger and thumb on either side grasping him firmly as I run them up to meet my lips, parting them slightly so my fingers join my tongue in teasing him, then back down again; each time I let my mouth follow them back down, a little at first, but further each time.

I twist my head from side to side as I go, this time reaching the halfway point, but instead I don’t stop, forcing him back inside my mouth and taking a little more of him than I had managed before. “Oh, Kate!” he shouts grabbing my hair in his hands and holding us, locked in this position, his cock filling my mouth and throat, for a few seconds, before releasing me and pulling away, “I need you now” he begs.

“So take me” I command, already wet from my obvious success in pleasuring him.

In a heartbeat he is on top of me ripping my pants off, while he’s still clad in leather, I hoist the hem line up to his waist so I can grab his buttocks, digging my nails into them as he penetrates me. It’s swift and hard, taking no mercy; it’s a pain mixed with intense pleasure that makes me dizzy “Ahhhh” we both cry out together, stilling for a moment so we can become accustomed to the sensation, before pulling back and starting up a slower rhythm. As soon as I have recovered from the initial pounding enough to feel my arms and legs again, I sit up placing my hands on his chest a pushing him back, he instantly knows where I’m heading and without hesitation, weaves one arm around my waist and spins us so I am straddling him.

His little nurses uniform was exactly what I needed, if he is comfortable enough to come to me looking like that, then I can definitely afford to be a little more adventurous too.

I start to move, tentatively at first, but then he places his hands on my hips guiding me up and down with more momento, until I pick up the pace. I begin to grind my hips in a circle each time our bodies meet, he matches my style and starts to move his in the opposite direction so that each time I can feel every inch of him inside me, the pressure it creates is addictive and soon I’m moving without consciously thinking about what I’m doing, instead just becoming a slave to my own pleasure. Leaning back I place my hands on either side of his knees and arch my back, creating a whole new sensation to explore, it feels great, but I want more intensity, so I bring my knees up until I’m resting on my feet, effectively squatting over him.

On queue he slips his arms between my legs so his hands cup my buttocks, taking a lot of my weight off my own legs. I move my body forward so I am upright again, now placing my hands next to my feet for balance and slowly start to move my hips. I gasp as I lower myself down, I really have achieved the level of intensity I was looking for, and much much more besides. It’s as if so far I’d only been taking half of his length inside me, it now seems like forever until our bodies meet again. As we come together the second time he flexes at the last minute giving me even more than I was expecting, “oh, Carlos yes!” I cry out, he takes my enjoyment and blows it out the water, lifting my buttocks a few inches up he moves his hips at lightening speeds, ramming into me over and over, I couldn’t hope to keep up so I just stay still while he takes control; he’s so fast and hard I can feel my body melting, but I must stay on my feet or I’ll loose the impending orgasm, I cry out again and again, letting him know I’m close begging him to keep going, “I’m going to cum” he warns

“Me too” I manage just as it hits me, my muscles clenching around him finishes him off and he shouts my name as he cums inside me. He lets go of me so I can relax back down onto my knees, collapsing on top of him, panting together as our heart rates slowly return to normal.

We lie together both still almost fully clothed; my head cradled against his pvc clad shoulder, his arm draped over me, while I run my fingers over the squeaky material, by now suctioned onto his chest from sweat.

“Maybe next time I should wear this” I tease him.

Batting my hand away playfully, “Oi, get your own, this ones mine!” he retorts, hugging his arm tighter around me.

He never questions my reluctance to be naked, by all accounts he just wholeheartedly accepts it. In a way I’m glad, but I know if he did attempt it I would just let him, I would be insanely uncomfortable, and not half so willing to be anywhere but missionary, but I would let him undress me, if that’s what it took to keep him happy and interested.

“Ahem” I practice verbalising my thoughts by clearing my throat, he turns his face towards me, but says nothing.

“Carlos?” I’m going to have to do better than one word at a time.

“Hmmmm?”

“How come you never try and undress me?” there it’s out. Followed by a torturing silence as he mulls over my question.

“Well, I get the impression you might not want me to?”

He slides onto his side, dropping my head gently onto the pillow so we are face to face; oh no! I was only just coping with addressing this conversation to his chest, I’m not sure I can do it while staring into his curious eyes.

“Umm, I don’t know, I guess it makes me nervous, it’s been a long while since anyone but my husband has seen me naked, and even then it’s been a long time since I felt attractive around him” now I’ve started it’s hard to find the right words to explain this to someone; especially someone that has never, and probably will never, be in the same position.

“I get it, it’s a huge thing for you to be doing this with me, I understand, truly. And look how much you’ve come out your shell already!” he has a knack for saying the exact right thing, “look, don’t get me wrong, I would love to get you in my arms completely naked and trace every inch of your body, but I wan
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to want that, not just do it because you think you have to. It will happen when your ready and in the mean time I’m having loads of fun getting there.” With that he pulls me against him, running kisses all over my face, culminating on my lips, I lean in kissing him with gratitude after his perfect answer to my delicate question; as I run my hand over his side, towards his back, the friction causes the pvc to squeak loudly under the pressure, it completely ruins the romance, but sends us into fits of giggles.

We wake late, Carlos spooning behind me, his head buried in my hair, now coming loose out of its braid, in the most ungraceful manner. By now I’m in an old t-shirt and Carlos is naked, his outfit from last night long since peeled off and strewn on the floor.

I go to stretch out my stiff limbs, but his grip round me is so tight even in sleep that I can barely move an inch. My wriggling rouses him, for a second he pulls me even tighter into him, before releasing entirely, rolling onto his back and stretching every limb out in opposite directions. Letting out a yawn, his body relaxes and then curls back in to me, his morning glory pressing into my back. “hmmm, morning you” I murmur arching my back and pressing my back side into it.

“Morning sweet” he whispers back giving a little thrust of his hips that makes me squeal. His hands start roaming all over me, but still suddenly as there is a knock at the door.

Frowning I look towards the clock, its 9.30am, I shrug at Carlos who is looking at me with a questioning look, “Let’s just stay quiet and maybe whoever it is will go away?”

We cling tightly to each other as if taking up less room might somehow hide us from whoever is on the other side of the door.

Another knock, but this time accompanied by a disembodied voice “Kate? Are you there? It’s Jake” Oh God no! I leap from the bed, Carlos now thoroughly confused, “Jake? As in your husband, Jake?” he whispers urgently.

I nod, “I’m sorry, it’s a long story I was going to tell you, let me get rid of him and I’ll explain, I promise” I say hurriedly as I pull on a dressing gown. Going to the door I open it and inch, finding Jake on the doorstep holding out a bunch of flowers. “This is not a good time” I hiss at him.

“I just thought that maybe we could speak again today?” he gives me his best hurt puppy look.

“No Jake. I’ve said all I want to say to you so just go back home and leave me alone ok?”

“Kate! For gods sake will you just drop this moody bullshit and talk to me?” his tone turning harsh, so much for his pitiful act, here comes the real Jake.

Before I can respond the door is yanked open from behind me, Carlos steps out, completely naked, towering over Jake, his hands fisted at his sides, face burning red, “She asked you to leave” his voice is barely louder than a whisper through clenched teeth. His brazen disregard for his own nakedness making him all the more intimidating, all I can do is stand aside, open mouthed.

Jake's hands raise up defensively “OK, OK” he says, but then turns to me “I’ll speak to you later” he says defiantly before leaving.

Swinging the door closed I exhale, my shoulders slumping, I suddenly feel unsteady on my feet, Carlos steps forward, wrapping his arms around me, “Your shaking” he says, stroking my hair.

“It’s a lot of drama for this early in the morning”

“So, that’s the husband huh?”

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“I can see why, that guys a douche.”

“Tell me about it!”

Carlos slips his arm around my shoulders and leads me back to the bed, sitting me down on it, “Or how abou
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I curl up under his arm, lifting my legs over him, as if by doing this I could stop him from leaving me once I’ve told him.

I explain what happened while he was away, Jake turning up, what we said to each other, how I had hoped he had gone home, watching Carlos’s jaw tighten intermittently throughout.

My heart sinks, he’s realising it now, I come with baggage; baggage that won’t just be packed away in my past, but instead follows me round like a bad smell. I can hear the conversation that’s coming, he didn’t sign up for this, he’s not ready for this kind of commitment, it’s not you it’s me.

The usual speech, just the first time I’ve had to be on the receiving end of it. Someone should really hand out a manual to divorcees, ‘what to expect when you start dating’, so we don’t get our hopes up that it will all be as rosy and sugar coated as we tell ourselves.

As I come to the end of my explanation I can feel the lump forming in my throat, but I swallow it down, the last thing I want is to make him feel like he can’t be honest, just because I’m blubbing like a baby.

I begin to pull my legs off him, making his escape easier, his hand grips my thigh, pulling my leg back over him.

“Where do you think you’re gong?” he asks, giving me an award winning smile.

“I just thought, with all this…..you might want to….you know…..run a mile. And I wouldn’t blame you, in fact I completely understand…
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that’s what you want to do” I’m all stutters and insecurity.