Everybody has those secret desires: teachers, maids, things that get you excited deep down. For me, it was always a nurse. Not the boring hospital kind with clipboards and stiff faces. But one with a body that stopped me cold and eyes that didn’t even know how they pulled me in.
I’d wanted that for years, waiting for it to happen. Then it did. This is about me and a home nurse. I am pretty, new to everything, and too hard to turn away from. It’s a long story. It took a lot to tell it all, so here’s the whole thing from start to finish.
It started in my last semester of engineering. I’d been in Bangalore for fifteen years, living in a flat with my family. We had a kitchen balcony that faced another building close by. A floor above, in a flat across from my balcony, an old man was sick, stuck in bed, barely alive.
His family had hired a nurse to take care of him. One night, my friends came over to party. My mom and brother were away for a family thing, so I had the place to myself for a while. We had bottles of booze lined up, cigarette smoke filling the air by 9.
By 11, most of them were drunk, lying on the couch, or laughing too loud. But I was still okay, just feeling the buzz a little. I stepped out to the kitchen balcony with a cigarette, talking to a friend, when I saw her. She was up there, a floor above, peeking through the curtains of the old man’s room.
At first, I caught her looking just for a second, but then she pulled back and was gone. I stood there, smoke coming from my cigarette, feeling like she was still watching me even after disappearing. It got to me and made me stop talking mid-sentence.
I tried to forget it, tossed the cigarette away, and went back inside to the noise and mess.
The next day was busy. I had things to do, running around, and no time to think about her. My hall’s balcony is next to the kitchen. The glass lets anyone outside see in if the curtains aren’t closed. The maid forgot to shut them and left the curtains wide open.
I got home late, tired from the day, and took a shower. I came out with just a towel around my waist, chest bare, water still dripping down my arms and back. I didn’t think about the curtains till I walked into the hall. I felt her eyes staring at me from that window a floor up, not shy, looking me over.
I turned quickly and saw her shape against the light up there. She ducked behind her curtains. It made me mad, like I was being watched, and my face got hot. I closed the curtains and went back to eat my dinner. I tried to let it go. It was just a nurse doing her job.
But it wouldn’t leave me. It kept popping back into my head. Later, I went out to the kitchen balcony again. She was there, up in that room, looking out, her face softer this time, almost like she felt sorry. Our eyes met, and she hid fast. I stayed there, leaning on the railing, waiting to see if she’d show up again.
She didn’t. I gave up after a bit and went inside. But I left the curtains open just a little, curious if she’d look again. After eating, I walked into the kitchen for water, and there she was, standing at her window, looking my way. I stepped out to the balcony, and this time, she didn’t hide.
She smiled, small and warm, like she was caught and a bit embarrassed. I smiled back and pointed at her like, what are you looking at? She just smiled again, quiet and sweet. I turned to walk away, ready to drop it, but something pulled me back.
I signalled to her, asking her name, but the distance and the night made it tough. She tried to answer, but her voice was too soft to hear. So, I asked for her number instead. She grabbed a piece of paper, wrote it down, and held it up to the window with no hesitation. I pulled out my phone and called her right then.
Her name was Supriya (name changed). She was the nurse for the old man. Her voice came through soft, a little shaky, like she wasn’t sure what to say. We talked that night, standing there at our windows. We kept it up every night after. She’d be up there, waiting for me to come out on the balcony.
We’d talk across the gap, hours passing, about little things, her day with the old man, my classes, whatever came up. One day, I got brave and asked her to come over for lunch. She said yes, like she’d been hoping I’d ask. I made some food, nothing special, just stuff I could put together.
I waited, feeling it build inside me. She showed up late, still in her nurse uniform, and the way it fits her made it hard to keep my eyes off her. She only had an hour before she had to get back. We sat down and ate fast. The air felt heavy as if something was waiting to happen.
After, we had half an hour left. I got some juice, poured it out, and tried to keep it easy. She seemed to like it, the food, me being there, the way I looked at her. We talked, my hand brushed hers on the table, then her arm. She didn’t pull away, just smiled, letting it happen.
She got up and walked over to the wall where my old photos were hanging. I started talking about them, like me as a kid, smiling in old pictures. Don’t know what came over me, but I went over, pulled her close, and kissed her hard. She didn’t push me away.
Her lips opened, hungry, and she kissed me back. I could tell it was her first time, the way she kissed, messy but wanting more. I stopped and looked at her. Her eyes were bright, and her smile was pulling me in again. We kissed again, deeper, longer, hands moving fast.
I removed her shirt, buttons coming loose, and she pulled mine off. I sat on the couch and pulled her on top, legs around me tight. I grabbed her breasts, warm and firm under my hands. Her breath got quick, that smile still there, alive and real. I kept on kissing her lips, neck, and around her boobs slowly.
I was tasting her skin, feeling her heartbeat under my lips. I wanted everything right then, but I held back, keeping it for later. I buttoned her shirt up, both of us breathing hard, air hot between us. She hugged me tight, whispering it felt good. I told her it’d be more if she came back at night.
She wasn’t sure and looked at me like she was thinking about it, but I knew she’d be back. She left to take care of the old man. She stayed in my head all day, like something I couldn’t get rid of. After that lunch, she had to go back to work.
She stood up to leave and gave me that smile again. But her eyes had this look like she wasn’t done, like she wanted more. I saw it clearly as anything and knew this wasn’t over. Before she walked out, I asked if she’d come over for dinner that night. We both knew it wasn’t about food.
She didn’t say yes or no. Just smiled and then left. I was sure she’d agree. In the evening, she texted me she’d come after midnight. I got this rush as if my whole body had woken up. I bet she felt it too, up there thinking about what was coming.
That night, she was going to feel it all, her first time, twenty years old, never been with anyone. It worked out perfectly. The old man’s family was leaving the town that night and going to their hometown for two days. She’d be alone with him in that flat.
We planned it for after 11 when it’d be easier to sneak her over without anyone seeing. At around 11.30, I texted her. She said she’d leave in ten minutes. I went to the corridor, turned off all the lights so no one would notice and waited. Ten minutes later, I looked up and saw her step out of her flat.
My heart was pounding fast, this mix of excitement and nerves, seeing her get closer in the dark. She came inside. I shut the door behind her and locked it. We crashed into each other, kissing hard, like we couldn’t stop, this wild rush I’d never felt before. My whole body lit up, blood pounding in my head.
She was electric like she’d been waiting for her the whole time for this. Her hands grabbed at me, pulling me closer. I grabbed her up, lips still locked on hers, carried her to my bedroom, and threw her on the bed. Pulled her top off and took off mine, too.
She reached out and pinched me on the side, cute and playfully. She made me smile even with my heart racing. We kept kissing, messy and deep, tongues all over. I stood up, pulled her bra off, and threw it to the floor. I’d put little LED lights around my room earlier, soft and warm, making her skin look golden.
I ran my hands over her breasts, slow at first, feeling how soft and full they were. She was into it, her eyes half-closed, breathing fast. Her fingers tangled in my hair. I leaned down and bit her nipples, light but firm. I was teasing them with my teeth till they got hard.
She moaned, soft little sounds at first like she couldn’t hold them in. Moved up, bit her neck, leaving a red mark, then slid down to her stomach, smooth, pale, perfect. Kissed it, bit it, sucked hard till she squirmed under me. Her skin was warm against my mouth.
Her moans got louder and pushed me to keep going like she was begging without saying it. She shoved me back, climbed on top, sitting there topless. Her breasts were right in my face, stomach tight, eyes locked on mine, burning into me. Nothing ever hit me that hard.
My head was spinning, and my whole body was on fire. She leaned down and kissed me deep, her chest pressing into mine, hot and heavy, skin sticking to skin. She kissed my neck, slow and wet. Then my chest, working her way down to my pants, leaving little bites along the way.
She stopped there and looked up with this sneaky little smile that made my stomach flip. I told her to take them off. She did, quickly, fingers fumbling a bit, pulled them down, and freed my seven-inch dick, hard as hell. It was her first time seeing it up close.
Her eyes went wide like she didn’t know what to do, just staring for a second. I didn’t think she’d dare to suck me. Her shy eyes told me she’d never even thought that far, but I leaned in anyway, asking her to try. She froze, her cheeks flushing a deep red, her gaze dropping.
Then, slow, like she was testing herself, she bent down, her breath warm against me. She pressed her lips to my cock, just a quick, trembling kiss, soft but eager. It was enough to send a sharp, electric surge through me, making me twitch under her touch.
I knew that was all she’d give, her limit right there. I didn’t push, as it was her first time. I let her have that space. I turned her over down flat on the bed, dark hair fanning out wild around her face. She reached for her skirt, fingers fumbling with the zipper, peeling it off slowly.
Her skin caught the faint light as she kicked it away. I grabbed a condom from the drawer. She lay there, stretched out in just her light blue panties. Her petite boobs rose and fell with every quick breath, nipples hard against the thin fabric. Her face said it all, eyes locked on mine, burning with want.
But her lip caught tight between her teeth, scared of the pain she knew was coming. I promised I’d go slow, keep her safe. She nodded, her breath shaky, calming a bit, but her fingers still twisted the sheets. I pulled her against me and hugged her tight.
Her body was warm and soft in my arms. I kissed her deep, long, messy, my tongue tracing hers, letting her sink into it till she relaxed. While she was lost in that kiss, I slipped a hand down and hooked her panties. I tugged them off slowly, the fabric brushing her thighs before I tossed them aside.
I rubbed my cock against her clit slowly, easy at first, feeling her wet pussy. She stiffened, hands clamping my arms. Her kiss broke as she held on tight, eyes wide with a mix of fear and fire. I pushed in carefully, just the tip. She moaned loudly, a raw sound, pain and hunger tangled up.
Her body is going rigid beneath me. It was so tight it burned like I was forcing through, her heat gripping me hard. I went deeper, slow, watching her. She got louder, voice trembling. She begged me to ease up, her hands shoving at my chest, nails scraping my skin.
I kept going, gentle, eyes on her face, seeing every wince, every gasp. She grabbed me hard, stopping me when it hit too much. Tears in her eyes shining in the dim light. I saw how it hurt her, deep and real. I held still, just rocked slowly, letting her breathe, letting her feel me without rushing.
Her moans softened, turned needy, her hips twitching a little, starting to want more. I pressed deeper, and her cries grew loud and ragged till I was in, sliding in her completely. She shook hard, mouth open wide, eyes huge and wild, feeling me stretch her deep inside.
I kept it steady, building slowly, then harder. She clung to me, her slick heat soaking me, maybe some blood too, her nails digging into my back, leaving raw, red trails. I pounded her, starting slow, then faster, deeper, her moans nonstop, roaring in my ears.
She took it all, lost in the rhythm. Her body rocked with mine, sweat-slick between us. Went twenty minutes, my skin dripping, sweat falling onto her trembling boobs. I pulled out. Her skin near her pussy was red, swollen, wet, and open, glistening in the low light.
I kissed her hard, tongue plunging deep, tasting her. I then slid back in, fucked her for another half hour, relentless now, driving into her. She came over and over every few minutes, loud and wild. Her whole body jerked, nails tearing my back till the skin stung and bled.
Over an hour later, I let go, pumping hard. She felt my cum burst through the condom. Her eyes rolled back, her body arching off the bed. I pulled out. She kept shaking, dripping wet, her thighs quivering, unable to stop. I dropped beside her, soaked in sweat, chest heaving, both of us wrecked.
I got up, peeled the condom off, stumbled to the shower, legs weak. She lay there for some time, catching her breath. Around 10 minutes later, she followed, stepping in under the steaming water, her skin flushed red. We made out under the hot shower for a while.
I took her again, raw and gritty, pinned her against the wall, slamming into her deep and fast, water pouring over us. Her moans bounced off the tiles, loud and desperate, her body slick and sliding against mine. We got out, still dripping, and I threw her back on the bed, spread her wide, and went down on her.
Sucked her hard, tongue plunging deep, lapping her up. She screamed, wild and raw, fifteen minutes of her thrashing, legs shaking hard, hands yanking my hair till it hurt. Slid a finger in, rubbed her fast and rough, grinding into her. She sucked her finger helplessly, moaning loud, her voice breaking.
Pushed it deep, fucked her with it, hard and steady. She grabbed my leg and squeezed till it bruised, her grip trembling. Took her hand and guided it to my cock. She held it, shy at first, then gripped tight, her fingers hot when I worked her harder. Pulled my finger out and eased myself to her mouth, hovering there.
She hesitated, eyes nervous. I nudged her gently. She opened up, took it slow, sucked a minute, wet and clumsy, and stopped, panting like she couldn’t breathe. I went back again, ramming my cock in her, got her soaking. Her nipples were under my tongue, and I slammed in again.
I fucked her deep and felt her hot, wet walls clench me. I went forty minutes, long and brutal, finished inside, filling her up, hot and thick, spilling into her. She shook wildly, grinning like she’d lost her mind, body trembling hard, voice gone hoarse.
I pulled out. She was still quaking, dripping me out, lost in the haze, her skin flushed and slick. We cleaned up, crashed on the bed, exhausted, and passed out for a bit.
She woke around four-thirty and slipped out quietly, leaving the sheets a mess and me half-dead. I woke up alone, grabbed my phone, and texted her. She texted back, said she’d snuck out and then told me to expect her to come back that night.
Guess what? She showed up again, right on cue.
So, what do you think of this little ride? If it got you going, or even if it didn’t, shoot me a line at [email protected]. I’ve got more stories coming, and I’m ready to roll them out soon.