Seduced by the NAAFI Nurse

As a seasoned erotic fiction writer, I’ve had my fair share of experiences, but none as memorable as the one I’m about to share with you. It was a chilly autumn evening in the early 1970s, and I was a young recruit, fresh out of boot camp, eagerly awaiting my first taste of freedom. The NAAFI bar was buzzing with the sounds of laughter and music, and the air was thick with the smell of cigarette smoke and cheap perfume.

I was still a virgin, and the prospect of meeting a woman was daunting, to say the least. But then I saw her – Nurse Slut, a stunning woman with long, dark hair and piercing green eyes. She was dressed in a mock nurse’s uniform, complete with a mid-thigh length skirt and black tights, and she looked every bit the part of a seductress.

We locked eyes across the room, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body. She smiled, and I knew I was in trouble. We chatted for a bit, exchanging small talk and laughter, but I could tell she was sizing me up, and I was more than happy to oblige.

We excused ourselves to get some fresh air, and found ourselves standing behind a building next to the base medical centre. The cold air was crisp, and the darkness seemed to amplify the sounds of the night. She took my face in her hands and kissed me full on the lips, her tongue probing my mouth with a mixture of gentleness and aggression.

She took control, pulling back and slowly undressing, her hands moving with a confidence that belied her years. I was hesitant at first, but she reassured me with a gentle touch, her fingers tracing the lines of my face and neck.

As I looked into her eyes, I knew I was in for the ride of a lifetime. She was a woman who knew what she wanted, and she wasn’t afraid to take it. I was hard in an instant, my cock straining against my trousers as she ground her body against mine.

She took my hands and placed them on her breasts, and I felt a rush of excitement as I grasped the soft, pliable mounds. Her bra was padded, but I could feel the shape of her nipples, and I knew I was in for a treat.

Nurse Slut was a woman of contrasts – firm but not saggy, full but not overflowing. Her breasts were a solid D, with nipples the size of a large man’s thumb. I took them in my hands, feeling them harden like walnuts as I sucked on them, eliciting a low throaty groan from Slutty.

As I continued to masticate her paps, Nurse Slut fumbled open my fly, extracting my cock from my pants with a confident hand. She started to rub her hand up and down my shaft, and I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me.

It was a night I would never forget, a night that would stay with me for the rest of my life. And as I looked into Nurse Slut’s eyes, I knew I was in for a wild ride, one that would leave me breathless and wanting more.

“Are you a virgin?” she whispered in my ear, her breath hot against my skin.

“Yes,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

She grinned lasciviously, and took the initiative, her hands moving with a confidence that belied her years. I was hard in an instant, my cock straining against my trousers as she ground her body against mine.

I had been warned that our ladies’ night would be a night to remember, but nothing could have prepared me for the events that unfolded with Nurse Slut. As the night wore on, and I found myself alone with her, I knew I had to seize the opportunity. I reached up under her smock, cupping her mound, and feeling for the valley beyond. But, to my surprise, she was wearing two pairs of pants, one over and one under the black tights she had on.

“Ah, I’m wearing double knickers,” she said with a chuckle, as I struggled to navigate my way through the triple barrier. “It’s a trick I learned to keep my pantyhose from drooping.” I let go of my cock long enough to pull the pants down to her knees and part her legs slightly, giving me full access.

As she continued to pump my cock, I reached down to her vulva, feeling the full, bush of dark pubic hair. It was coarse and thick, unlike the sparse, soft muffs I was used to. I massaged her vaginal opening and circled her clitoris with my finger, trying to recall the techniques Janet had taught me.

But, as the pleasure built up, I could feel myself on the verge of coming. I didn’t want to ruin the chance of losing my cherry that night, so I told her to stop. But, to my horror, she said, “No, we need to get this out of the way, so you can last longer next time.” Next time?

“Okay, go for it,” she said, with a sly smile. I buried my face back in her tits, my fingers in her vagina, and just enjoyed the intense pleasure her handiwork was giving me. She was good, incredibly good.

Too soon, I let go, and ejaculated long and hard, shooting my load against the wall behind Slutty. But, to my dismay, I realized I had forgotten the most important thing – condoms. Nurse Slut let out an exasperated groan, and banged her forehead against my shoulder several times.

“How could you be so stupid?” she said, her voice laced with frustration. I almost wept, but managed to hold back my tears. She stayed silent for a few minutes, before giving me a sardonic grin and kissing me gently on the forehead.

“It’s okay, I’ll let it go,” she said. “But next time, please, for the love of all things holy, bring protection.” I nodded, feeling a mix of relief and embarrassment.

But, she wasn’t done with me yet. She guided me to my knees, and pushed my face into her crotch. I was nervous, but determined to make it up to her. I inched my face into her vulva, experiencing the intoxicating aroma of hot woman for the first time.

I licked and sucked, trying to recall the techniques I had read about in Mayfair and Fiesta. But, it wasn’t easy, and I struggled to navigate my way through her dense bush. Slutty took control, guiding my mouth to the right places, and whispering instructions for me to tongue her vaginal opening, suck on her inner labia, and lick and suck her clitoris.

It was tiring work, but I stuck at it, determined to please her. And, finally, she stiffened, and groaned, releasing a small gush of fluid onto my face. I was overjoyed, and felt a sense of relief wash over me.

But, my night wasn’t over yet. I tried to keep things going, but was soon rebuffed. With nothing to lose, I asked her if she would suck me, but the snort of derision told me my chances were slim. She claimed she was getting too cold, and suggested we head back to the bar to warm up.

“I’ll see you on the bus next week,” she said, kissing me on the lips, but with little passion or interest. I knew I had been brushed off, and held out little hope of seeing her again.

But, fate had other plans. I never met Nurse Slut again, but I never forgot the night we shared. And, I never went out without protection again. No matter how remote the possibility of needing it was.