But, I stopped myself from perving out. Instead, I elevated my thinking and resolved myself to come back tomorrow with flowers and candy to ask the lady out like a gentleman should. I’m a brave and persistent man – I can do that.
Nurse Sheena extended her hand for me to grab and shake, but instead of entwining my fingers in hers, I just shrugged, smiled then looked away. I didn’t dare to extend my hand out and grasp at her sunkissed beauty. She was too gorgeous a woman to risk touching.
If I took the liberty of grabbing the silken skin of her hand, I knew I wouldn’t be able to control my body’s display of lust. My dick would rise and pitch up like a tent. It would be an involuntary, uncontrollable reaction. I would be humiliated, plus I’d look like a total jerk. Both she and her father would instantly know my lustful thoughts and any chance I had to date her would be finished.
No way would I touch her. I wouldn’t risk embarrassing myself or revealing my perverted longings to everyone in the room. Instead, I just slid my hands in my jean pockets, stood up straight and strode out of the examination room like an innocent man with nothing to hide.
Chapter 2
He wants me, but he’s still unwilling to show it in front of my father. Smart man.
Damn this. I’m a thirty-one-year-old woman who is fully capable of deciding who she wants to fuck. But my father is bound and determined to keep me innocent. News flash dad – I’m not innocent – and I’ve had sex. I couldn’t be the mother of a two-year-old daughter if I were still a virgin.
But my dad is well-experienced at denying the truth. And against my pleadings, he’s been doing his best to prevent me from hooking up with any of the local eligible bachelors since he moved his dermatology practice to the big city two and a half years ago.
I work sixty-hour weeks as the head nurse in his clinic. So, between my responsibilities at work and my responsibilities at home as a mom, I have little time to meet quality men. That’s why I’m so stoked to have finally met a gentleman who’s as sweet and sinfully sexy as young Wesley Carver. Wes is my handsome knight in blue jeans.
He’s one fine specimen of masculinity. Apparently wrangling misbehaving dogs for a living is an excellent way to pack on the muscle. He has the body of a sex god. The man’s built to fuck, from the top of his broad, powerful chest down past his abs, all the way down to the sizeable bulge in his jeans.
God bless that adorable vicious Pomeranian puppy for biting him and delivering his sweet sexiness to me. Sorry Wes, I know that bite and the subsequent wound infection hurt like hell. But the pain was worth meeting me. Wouldn’t you agree?
Dad would have already scared off a lesser man weeks ago, but he’ll never scare off my Wes. Wes is an incredibly persistent man.
Per his usual overbearing ways, dad just tried to intimidate my soon-to-be man with his lazy-eyed, old country doctor routine—you stay away from my daughter, or I’ll have you hurt. But, I know Wes wasn’t deterred. He’s a brave man. I’m certain he’ll be back again tomorrow bearing fresh gifts for me and the rest of the clinic staff.
Or will he? After all, his wound is fully healed, and he no longer has a reason to enter the building. And even if he wants to come back tomorrow, my dad might block his entry. Oh, crap. I bet dad is in his office phoning building security right now, telling them to add one Wesley Carver to the do-not-admit-into-the-building list. Damn it. Cock blocked by dad again. Oops, I mean clam jammed. Nope, that’s not any better.
“I hope that hunky man of yours brings more rare Peruvian coffee tomorrow. He always brings us the most delicious treats,” my best friend and clinic receptionist Becca said while licking her lips and interrupting my thoughts.
“It’s a good thing we work with Sinful Sheena. Because of her hotness, men are always delivering goodies for us to snack on—” the clinic’s twenty-year-old medical assistant blurted out as she chomped down on the bag of roasted candied nuts Wes delivered today.
“Shush girl,” Becca reprimanded her.
“It’s okay Becca,” I said hiding a grimace. “I know men call me Sinful Sheena.”
When dad and I lived at our home in the mountains, a lifetime ago, the guys there called me Sweet and Sexy Sheena. It was probably because, back then, I was a cute, blonde, innocent-looking waif who owned an unexpectedly deep and sultry voice.
But now, after my pregnancy, my body has transformed. I have a little more belly than I used to, and a lot more tits, hips, and ass. I love my new curves. They have attracted a lot of increased male attention which I mostly enjoy, but sometimes wish would be less aggressive.
Because of my new voluptuous shape, and the persistently low and sexy tones of my voice, many of the men here in the big city have taken to calling me Sinful Sheena, a title used– mostly behind my back. It’s a label that I believe is meant to compliment my womanly charms but often serves to shame them instead.
I enjoy being desired by men, but I’m not thrilled that so many men have it in their heads that I’m some oversexed bimbo. I’ve never been a wanton slut.
With my overprotective dad watching my every movement every day of my life, I’ve never been allowed to behave in anyway close to approaching my trollop-like public image. Well, except for that one time that resulted in my becoming pregnant and gave me the treasured gift of my daughter. But, that’s beside the point.
Sure, I love being thought of as sexy – every woman does. But what’s the point of being labeled publically as a sexy as sin hot MILF sexpot if I never actually get to have sex? I get slut shamed daily without ever enjoying any of the orgasmic benefits of actually being a promiscuous woman.
Well, you know what? I’m finished allowing random people to shame me because of my sexual prowess. I’m a hot sexy mama and a force of nature – and what I am demands respect.
Fuck them. Fuck all those guys who call me Sinful Sheena and fuck daddy too for trying to make me pretend to be his innocent little girl forever. I’m a grown ass woman, damn it. And I’m finally going to start doing what grown women do.
Grown women take control. They take control of their lives. And they take control of their men.
Hmm…I wonder. Might my soon-to-be man Wesley still be enjoying the scenic city view from our building’s rooftop parking lot?
If he is, he’s in for a sinful & sweet treat.
Chapter 3
Nurse Sheena came running out of the elevator and back to the far corner of the rooftop garage where I was sitting in my parked car. Her long blonde hair twirled and twisted in the wind behind her then whipped around in front of her face as she ran.
She sprinted toward me, the features of her face tight with her determination to reach my car quickly. Eager to speak to her again, I turned my car key in the ignition then rolled down my driver’s side window.
She’d undone the top snaps of her nursing uniform. And her bountiful tits that were still loosely restrained in the confines of her white lacey bra were exposed for my viewing pleasure.
The bouncing of her round, firm bosom captured my attention immediately. The tumbling together and then leaping apart of her tits with her every step sent my heart thrumming inside my chest. Faster and faster my heart raced as she hurried toward my car window then bent down, pushing her still shaking bosom into my face.
“You forgot your wallet,” Her chest heaved, out of breath when she finally bent in front of me. I watched her breasts’ lift and fall in their rolling movement. Then I breathed in and licked my lips as she leaned her curvy body forward.
She pushed her hand holding the wallet inside the car, and close enough to my face for me to inhale the clean citrus scent of the dermatology office’s hand sanitizer which still rested on her glowing skin.
I glanced down at the black wallet in her hand and instantly determined it wasn’t mine.
“Sorry, but that’s not my wallet,” I confessed and nurse Sheena dropped her gaze from my eyes down to the slab of black leather she had clutched between her fingers.
With s
wiftness, she opened up the wallet and displayed her ID for me.
“Oops, I guess it was my wallet after all,” she laughed and shot me a sly grin.
Her uproarious laughter made her tits bounce and shake again, and my dick twitched against the seam of my jeans.
It took all my willpower not to reach up and rip apart the line of snaps keeping her nursing uniform closed. I grounded my fists against the steering wheel, stopping them from bolting upwards to rip off her dress and expose the rest of her body to my lustful gaze.
Damn, would I love to strip her naked. Maybe I should be bold and rip open her uniform. I bet she’d love it. She clearly enjoys showing her body off to me. Otherwise she would never have rushed across the parking lot sans the top three buttons of her nursing uniform.
C’mon, do it, Wesley. She’s already shown you her lacy white bra. She probably wants to show you her lacy white panties as well.
Unexpectedly and without warning, my thoughts shifted somewhere less sexy. We were alone now. But this was the rooftop parking lot of a busy medical building. Anyone could walk off that elevator and catch us in our dirty game of show and tell. Even her father.
Ouch! My balls spasmed, and my dick softened at the mental image of her dad walking in on us. And my head throbbed as I imagined nurse Sheena’s father cracking his grizzly bear-sized fists across the back of my skull for the capital offense of publically stripping his beloved only daughter naked.
“Make yourself decent,” I snapped. “The top of your uniform is undone—and anyone could enter this parking lot at any time. You should cover yourself up and go back inside the clinic,” I barked while I rolled up the window to my car and nudged her body backward, opening my door and stepping outside the vehicle to stretch my legs and relax some of the painful tension strangling my balls.
“So, that’s how it is,” her laughter stopped immediately and her lips turned down into a scowl. She focused her eyes downward on the work of her hands that were quickly covering up her exposed tits.
It was clear I’d upset her with my cowardly and cruel words and actions. I immediately felt sorry for my treatment of her. Selfishly, I also felt sorry for my mouth, which I knew would now never have the opportunity to taste the skin of her full delicious breasts.
Damn, why’d I have to talk to her like a jerk? Sheena was the kind woman who’d taken compassionate care of my injured arm for the past two months. She’d made what could have been a series of painful wound care procedures pleasurable with the sweetness of her personality and the talent of her nursing skills.
Plus she was my wildest and naughtiest sexual fantasy. And like a cruel man, I’d just rejected her because I was afraid of getting caught and beat up by her elderly father. I lowered my head. I have become a coward. Nurse Sheena deserves better than me.
Chapter 4
Hot fire burnt across my gasping chest and flamed up into my neck and cheeks.
So this is what it feels like to be spoken to abusively—then rejected.
It hurts.
It hurts almost as much as being publically labeled a slut.
Over the years, I’ve rejected the affections of many men who were unsuitable for me. But I’d always done so with gentleness and compassion. I’ve never spoken to any man in the cruel and callous way Wesley Carver had just barked out his dismissal of me.
And to think, I thought I loved him.
No, I knew I loved him.
I loved the kind Wes, who had showered me with compliments and brought me special presents practically every day for the past two months. I loved the funny man who cracked jokes while I debrided his arm wound – the painful but necessary medical procedure that helped to heal him. And I loved the sensitive man who shared his silly stories about growing up in the big city with me while I shared my silly stories about growing up in a small town with him.
Love hurts.
Wait. Is he blinking back tears? No. Damn it, that’s me. Crap. I don’t want to cry in front of the man who just rejected me.
Just turn around and walk towards the elevator, woman. If you pretend that your heart’s not breaking, you can do it without crying. Go ahead. Just make believe as though everything’s okay and eventually it will be.
I rechecked my uniform’s snaps to make sure they were all securely closed, and I wasn’t at risk of exposing my breasts to anyone once I returned to the clinic. Then I lifted my left foot, took a single step backward and swiveled my body around, so I was facing the elevator. I lifted my right foot and took one step forward.
***
Be better—right now! Damn it!
My mind’s inner voice shouted. And its boom was loud enough to set my ears ringing and the expanse of the sky spinning and twirling in front of my vision. If my brain wanted me to act badly enough to risk crashing my body to the ground by throwing off my entire equilibrium, this must be a critical moment in my life.
It appeared my mind was desperately trying to prevent me from running away from bravery. It refused to be quiet while I dug into my cowardice by allowing the love of my life to walk away. It wanted me to at least try to win her back.
Time to prove you’re brave. Speak up! The words rang inside my skull with the deafening clang of a cathedral bell.
“I’m sorry!” I cried out, emboldened by the ferocity of my brain’s resolve to keep Sheena from leaving my life.
She didn’t respond to my apology and instead kept walking toward the elevator.
“I love you!” I shouted, deciding to lay my heart on the line and make myself completely vulnerable to her.
I was determined to prove myself a brave man. And there was no more fearless confession than a confession of love. If Sheena chose to reject me now, it would crush my heart, but at least, I’d have the personal satisfaction of knowing I’d tried my best to win her back. I was no coward.
“I’m sorry and I love you!” I shouted.
This time, she stopped walking, placed one hand on her hip and turned around to face me.
“I showed you my tits – and my tits are incredible. Why did you tell me to cover them up?” She yelled from halfway across the parking lot. “Is it because you want to control me like my father tries to? I’ll have you know, I’m not a woman who will allow you to control her.”
She stomped one heavy white nursing clog on the concrete ground. “Speak up! Do you want to keep my goodies on lock down? Is that how you think things are going to be between us?”
“Um,” I stammered, slightly confused. “I’m not sure what you mean by keeping your goodies on ‘lock down’, but – no, I mean, yes, I don’t want any other man to see your incredible tits. I want your tits all for myself.”
I ran up to her, so we didn’t have to shout out our conversation across the parking lot.
“I didn’t tell you to cover up because I want to control you. I did it because I was afraid—”
“What were you afraid of?”
I took a deep breath and blew out a long breeze of air as I forced my vision to maintain contact with hers. “I was afraid of your father—”
“You should be. He’s a dangerous man.”
I gulped hard.
“I was afraid your father might catch me ogling your fantastic tits,” I said sheepishly.
“But, now I don’t care. Let the giant mountain man try to pummel me to death. This will be worth it.” I confessed as I flung my hands forward, grabbed ahold of her nursing uniform and ripped it open in one powerful pull.
“Wesley!” She screamed as I bent down and lifted one of her breasts out of its lacey white cup and flattened my tongue against it. I swept my tongue from side to side across her sensitive nipple, and her chest muscles twitched from the stimulation.
My cock pulsed and throbbed inside my jeans at the way her chest squirmed against my tongue. Being playful, I eased the pressure of my lapping. In response, she leaned her tit forward into the flicking of my tongue against her peaked nipple.
I licked. Then I twirled
my tongue around her pink pebbled beauty hoping the sensation would send electric impulses of pleasure straight down to her clit.
She moaned. And I lifted my eyes and watched as she rolled her head to the side and cried out some more.
Eager to please her more fully with my mouth I wrapped my lips around her hard nipple and sucked. I sucked as I massaged my tongue against the underside of her teat and the soft, warm pillow of her breast. Then I sucked and licked her beautiful breast some more to the raw sounds of her groans and the quickened rise and fall of her chest.
Then it happened. I tasted something – creamy.
More specifically, I tasted something creamy and sweet.
Chapter 5
I swished the creamy drops of liquid over and under the curves of her breast as they penetrated my mouth. And my mouth’s intense sucking movements pocketed and pooled some of the fluid into the corners of my cheeks where I began to taste the richness of its flavor.
Desperate to properly savor Sheena’s sweet ambrosia, I swiped my tongue from side to side beneath her nipple and worked her cream into a bubbly froth before finally allowing the first of its warm sweetness to slip down my throat.
This creamy ambrosia was milk. Droplets of breast milk were at first trickling and then flowing from her nipple straight into my mouth. I swallowed a sweet mouthful and instantly found myself craving more.
I could drink the milk from your breasts all day – every day for the rest of my life. I wanted to say the words out loud but resisted.
Part of me was taken aback by what I’d just done. I’d just gulped down a mouthful of warm, creamy mother’s milk. And I’d loved the texture and taste of its nutritious bounty. Its rich creaminess had transformed me into a thirstily craven man.
I wanted more creamy goodness. I wanted more milk.
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