My Night Nurse.

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I remember the first time I understood the meaning of the term “night nurse”. Recently relocated to a new community on the outskirts of the city, I did not know my way around. I was about to run an errand for my mother and she was trying her best to describe the best routes I could follow to arrive at the proposed destination.
“If you get to the junction, you can’t miss it. There are a lot of night nurses hanging around the junction.” She said.
I didn’t quite understand what she meant. “What are night nurses?” I asked.
She smiled. I can never get enough of seeing her smile, and how it makes her look so beautiful and young. She then went on to explain that “night nurses” was a term used to refer to prostitutes. And true enough when I got to the junction which she had described there were a number of scantily dressed women of varying ages and body built, all selling sex and trying their best to seduce whoever was horny enough and ready to pay for some minutes of sexual intercourse to relieve their urges.

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I met a beautiful young girl several weeks later at a compound where a friend of mine had an apartment. I couldn’t help my attraction to her, so I walked up to her and succeeded in drawing her into a brief but interesting conversation, after which we exchanged contacts and made plans to meet again.
Three days later, she visited me at my office at my request, and we picked up an easy banter, getting to know more about ourselves and flirting casually. We were alone in the office and soon things became more intense as she moved to sit on my lap and we began kissing and doing some heavy petting.
She got undressed and tried to get me to do the same, but for the obvious reason that we were in my office alone and anyone could walk in at any minute, I was reluctant and tried to get her to get dressed promising to continue where we left off at a more convenient place and time.
“You don’t know what you’re missing.” She said. “I’m giving myself to you freely and you’re rejecting me, next time you may have to pay after service.” She unashamedly stood in front of me stark naked and aroused.
I didn’t know what to say, obviously she was pissed that I had turned her down, and in her anger she had also confessed about being a night nurse, my night nurse, as it seemed she felt she had some kind of feelings for me.

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