My Physio Nurse

When I turned sixteen, my life took an unexpected turn that would lead to some extraordinary experiences.

I had injured my left leg during a school sports match and was advised to do regular physiotherapy to regain its strength. The physio nurse recommended using the specialist equipment at a gym, so I decided to join the health club and gym nearest my home – it was just a fifteen-minute walk away.

On my way home from school, I stopped by the club to inquire about their equipment and services. A helpful young receptionist showed me to the office of the assistant manager, Louise. I was immediately drawn to her fit and attractive appearance – she was a few years older, with a warm smile and a firm handshake.

Louise was dressed in a semi-casual outfit, which complemented her slightly-wavy light brown hair and pretty features. She wore no tights or stockings, revealing her well-muscled legs, and her shoes were simple black slip-ons with flat rubber soles.

As we chatted, I explained my reasons for coming to the gym, and Louise explained that she was completing a course in sports sciences and had some experience in physiotherapy. She knelt down to examine my injured leg, and I was surprised to find myself feeling quite relaxed under her expert touch.

As she worked on my leg, I couldn’t help but sneak glances at her, taking in the sight of her smooth breasts peeking out from under her top. She caught me looking, but instead of being offended, she just smiled and continued her massage.

Louise recommended that I exercise under her supervision, and I agreed to visit the gym near the end of her evening shift. I was a bit nervous about being alone with her, but she reassured me that she would keep the men away.

As I began my regular visits, I found myself looking forward to seeing Louise more and more. She was always dressed in a way that made me feel like I was getting a special treat – whether it was a short tennis skirt or jogging trousers, she always looked stylish and confident.

One evening, as I was working out on the weight-lift, Louise walked over to check on me. I caught a glimpse of her black panties, edged with lace trimmings, and felt a sudden jolt of excitement.

As we chatted and laughed together, I started to feel like I had known her for much longer. She asked me about my love life, and I blushed as I confessed that I was still a virgin. To my surprise, she smiled approvingly and patted my shoulder.

A week or so later, I was feeling almost fully fit again, and I was getting worried that my visits to the gym might be coming to an end. But Louise had other plans – she gave me a playful slap on the ass and said, “Hey, kiddo – I was getting worried, thought you were deserting us, now you’re all better!”

As I stood there, frozen in surprise, Louise’s lips grazed mine, sending shivers down my spine. I felt a rush of excitement and curiosity, my heart racing with anticipation. The air was electric, charged with the promise of something new and exciting.

Her fingers intertwined with mine, drawing me closer, until our bodies touched. I felt a jolt of desire, my senses heightened as I gazed into her eyes. They sparkled with mischief, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

‘Oh well, honey, if you want to thank me that way…’

Her words trailed off, but I knew exactly what she meant. The air seemed to vibrate with tension, the space between us shrinking until we were almost touching. I felt a thrill of excitement, my lips parting slightly as I met her gaze.

Our mouths met in a soft, tentative kiss, the world around us melting away. I felt a sense of surrender, my body melting into hers as we deepened the kiss. The world seemed to spin around us, time standing still as we lost ourselves in the moment.

‘So…do you want more, babe?’ she asked, her voice husky and confident.

I nodded, my throat dry, my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t find the words to express the desire that was building inside me.

Her smile grew wider, a wolfish grin spreading across her face. She drew me closer, her hands roaming over my body, sending shivers down my spine. I felt a sense of abandon, of giving in to my desires, as she kissed me again and again.

‘Yeah, I was pretty damn sure you would – you little hottie!’, she whispered, her breath hot against my skin.

Her hands roamed over my body, tugging at my clothes, sending me into a frenzy of desire. I felt a sense of surrender, of letting go, as she touched me, stroked me, and kissed me.

‘Are you sure you want this?’ she asked, her voice soft, concerned.

‘Yes…please, I want it!’ I whispered, my body trembling with desire.

Her eyes gleamed, a spark of excitement igniting within them. She nodded, a smile playing on her lips, and I knew that I was hers, that I was ready to surrender to her desires.

‘And I want you – I’ve wanted you for weeks, ever since you walked in here in that sexy schoolgirl getup!’ she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

‘I want you to be my first,’ I whispered, my heart pounding in my chest.

‘OK, hon, if you say so – if fucked you is wanting, then fucked you is surely gonna be getting!’, she whispered, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

We almost ran back down the corridor, our hands entwined, our hearts racing with excitement. We finally reached a small private room, the ‘Staff Only’ sign on the door a secret code that only we understood.

Inside, the room was dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation. The exercise mat lay rolled up in the corner, waiting for us. We unrolled it, our bodies touching as we worked together to prepare the space.

We laid out the towels, creating a soft, inviting surface. The room seemed to grow smaller, the air thickening with tension, as we prepared for what was to come.

‘Let’s get started,’ Louise whispered, her voice husky with desire.

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest, my body trembling with anticipation. I was ready, ready to surrender to her desires, ready to give myself over to the unknown.

We stood there, frozen in anticipation, the world around us melting away, as we prepared to take the next step, to give in to our desires, to lose ourselves in each other’s arms.

As I stood there, fully clothed but anticipating the inevitable, I knew that this moment would change everything. Louise’s passion was palpable, yet she didn’t rush me. We stood there, kissing again, her hands exploring my body with a sensuous slowness that left me breathless. Her fingers danced across my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

“Mmm,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. “I love the feel of you.”

She pulled my T-shirt up over my head, caressing my breasts in their soft cotton bra cups. Her hand slid down to my shorts, undoing the front button with a dexterous movement, then pulling down the zip and slipping her hand inside. I gasped as her fingers cupped my Venus mound through my thin pink cotton panties.

“You’re so sensitive,” she murmured, her hand rising slightly to the waistband of the panties before sliding back down again, her palm smooth and warm against my bare skin.

I was lost in the sensation, my mind racing with excitement. I slumped slightly backwards against the wall, and Louise tugged my shorts down my legs until I could easily step out of them. I was now wearing only my bra, panties, socks, and trainers.

“I’m not going to let this one-sided situation continue,” I said, acting on instinct. I reached for her breasts, taking a firm grip and pressing my thumbs against the hard nipples.

Louise gave an appreciative gasp, begging me to give her more attention. I pulled her purple singlet up over her head, flinging it aside to land on one of the benches at the side.

Now I could see her bra: a red, underwired plunge bra in a daring demi-cup design. As I hesitated, Louise quickly reached behind her back, undid the clasp, and let the bra fall away from her breasts. She was now naked above the waist, wearing only her short white tennis skirt, red panties, cotton ankle socks, and trainers.

I took a moment to admire her bust, my eyes drawn to the small pyramids of her breasts. I leaned forward to kiss her left breast, taking the right one in my hand to fondle at the same time. Louise murmured her approval, putting her shoulders slightly back in response.

My kissing was tentative at first, but Louise’s reaction only encouraged me. I grew in confidence, sucking more boldly on her tit, pulling it out with me as I drew my mouth backwards. Each time I released a nipple, she gave a curious whimper.

“You’re going to make me come,” she gasped, begging me to finger her pussy. I felt a wicked thrill as I lifted her skirt and took her to the crest of sexual release.

My mouth didn’t falter in its worship of her lovely mounds, but I pulled her skirt up with one hand and pushed the other underneath it. I found my target, feeling the wetness surrounding her slit. Louise gave a strangled groan, releasing her hands to shove her panties down almost to her knees.

As I touched her bare cunt, I was struck by its softness and giving texture. My fingers slipped into her vagina, and I felt her muscles trembling around me. Suddenly, her hips thrust forwards and backwards, and she gave a loud cry of ‘Oh! Yes! Now!!’

I was amazed at what I had done, and felt a euphoric sense of triumph. Louise stripped off her panties and mopped her sodden pussy with them before pitching them aside. She unfastened her tennis skirt, which went in the same direction, leaving her naked apart from her socks and shoes.

“Christ – I never expected that!” she gasped. “That was amazing – kiddo, you’re a natural, there’s no doubt about it!” She grinned at me ferociously, and I blushed but felt exultant at her accolade.

She took my shoulders in her hands, scrutinising my face again, affectionately but more seriously. “I want to be certain that you want this, babe,” she stated, asking: “Are you sure – really, really sure?”

I looked her straight in the eye, knowing she needed to know. “I have never, ever wanted anything so much in my life – or anyone. I know this is right for me, and you are right for me – just don’t stop, do it all the way, take me!”

The last wrinkle of frowning doubt vanished from her forehead, and her eyes gleamed with anticipation. She slowly peeled my bra straps off my shoulders and down to hang by my waist, releasing the straps and cupping my breasts in her hands.

As her mouth descended upon them, I discovered the sensation of being pleasured by another woman. It was amazing, stupendous, and explosive, leaving me breathless and trembling with desire.

Louise’s tongue left my nipple and traced its way down across my chest and stomach, to its target of my pussy. She dropped to her knees and pulled my panties down to my ankles, then gently eased my legs into a wider and more open stance.

With the precision of a D-Day landing, her tongue reached the top of my pussy cleft, and her fingers touched and probed the very bottom of the slit. I was sobbing, tears of ecstasy rolling down my cheeks, as her agile tongue wormed up and down my pussy, sucking like a vacuum cleaner.

I lost all control, my pelvis shaking in orgasm. With a long, low wail, I released myself into the growing orgasm, feeling like I was clinging by my fingertips to the cliff edge above a raging torrent.

Looking flushed and excited, Louise removed her lips from my labia and rose to her feet, tasting the juices that had streaked her face. “That’s one first for you, honey; the first time you’ve been pussy-eaten by a woman. Now – stage two!”

I was still reeling from the intensity of the moment, but Louise’s words brought me back to reality. She took me by the hand and laid me down on the soft towels covering the exercise mat, spreading herself out beside me with one elbow propping up her head.

She ran her hand gently over my body, almost in wonderment that such a sweet young prize had fallen into her lap. Then, sure that I was comfortably settled, she kissed me briefly on the lips before rising and going to one of the lockers.

She rummaged in a kit-bag, her eyes gleaming with anticipation, before straightening and turning back towards me. In her hand was a vibrator – a smooth silver tube, slightly curved at the point. It looked huge to me, but in fact was no more than average.

As she approached me, I felt a mix of excitement and trepidation. What would this new stage bring? And how would I react to the sensations that were about to overwhelm me?

As I watched in rapt attention, Louise slipped a small, silver device from her locker and held it up with a sly grin. “I thought this might come in handy someday,” she commented, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’ve been keeping it here for the past two weeks, waiting for the perfect opportunity to use it on you… and on myself, when the urge became too much to bear.”

“What is it?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.

“It’s a vibrator,” Louise replied, her voice low and husky. “And I think it’s time I showed you just how much fun we can have with it.”

With a flick of her wrist, the device sprang to life, emitting a soft hum that sent shivers down my spine. Louise’s eyes locked onto mine, burning with desire as she began to massage my pussy with her fingers, her tongue probing and licking my skin with precision.

As she worked me into a frenzy, the vibrator’s tip pressed against the opening of my vagina, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. I gasped, my legs spreading wide as I thrust my hips upwards, urging Louise to take me deeper.

The vibrator slid in easily, the tip bumping gently against the delicate membrane of my hymen. I tensed, my abdominal muscles locking in anticipation, but Louise’s eyes never left mine, searching for the signal that would give her permission to proceed.

With a soft nod, I gave her the green light, and Louise’s face lit up with excitement. She pressed the vibrator harder against my hymen, her fingers probing the edges of my opening.

At first, it hurt, a fleeting flash of pain that gave way to a rush of pleasure. My hymen parted, admitting the metal rod, and I felt a strange, tingling sensation as it touched nerve endings I never knew existed.

Louise withdrew the vibrator, wiping it clean on a nearby towel. I felt a surge of embarrassment, but Louise’s eyes never left mine, her gaze burning with desire.

She slid the vibrator back inside me, working it in and out with a slow, deliberate pace. Her fingers found my clitoris, rubbing and flicking it with precision, sending me soaring into a second orgasm.

This time, it was stronger still, my body trembling and shuddering as I whimpered and begged for more. Louise deftly removed the vibrator, her fingers finding my clit once more, and then, in a bold move, she thrust two fingers deep into my vagina.

I screamed, the sensation sending me tumbling over the edge, but it was a scream of pure joy, of exhilaration and discovery. As the tidal wave receded, I lay sprawled across the towels, gazing up at Louise’s breasts, my heart pounding with excitement.

“Was I okay?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Louise looked surprised, but then her face lit up with a radiant smile. “You were amazing, sweetheart. Truly, truly amazing. I never expected you to be so open, so free and so wild.”

She leaned in, her mouth finding mine in a slow, loving kiss. “I’d want to do it again, anytime. And not just here… come to my flat, anytime you want.”

Louise smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I share with Nadia. She’s a good friend, but we’re not into each other. We have separate bedrooms, and we often bring our girlfriends home.”

I nodded eagerly, my heart racing with excitement. “That sounds delightful.”

And it was, over the next six months. I became Louise’s most-frequent lover, sneaking away to the gym on nights when she closed up, and meeting up at her flat on weekends. And then, there was Nadia… a trim, 29-year-old brunette with a great ass and a taste for tight skirts and black boots. She became my first for the last part of my lesbian initiation, taking me doggy-style with a strap-on cock.

It was a mind-blowing experience, and in the four months since, my body has opened wider and deeper. I’ve learned to take Nadia’s eight-incher without restraint, gasping for her to shaft it deeper, grind down on me harder.

As for my parents, they were thrilled that I was exercising regularly. They had no idea what my favourite method of burning off calories had become, but they were just pleased that I looked so trim and had such a healthy glow.

I smiled quietly to myself, running memories of my recent fucks with Louise and Nadia through my mind’s eye. It had been a wild ride, but I knew I’d never go back to the way things were before.