A Nurse for Halloween: A Short Erotica

Five

“If you want the rest of your anatomy lesson, Mr. Benson, you’re going to have to pay for it before we can continue.” Mark should have known jis wife was going to tease him like this. He took a deep breath, and stood up. Raising an amused eyebrow, he said, “I think we can work something out.” He smiled that quirky half-smile Lana loved. He picked her up and placed her round bottom on the lab table. She swung her legs back and forth under the table, flirting.

“How about you show me where my legs should be, and how I might make them relax. I’ve been on my feet all day.” she giggled and Mark smiled as he ran his hands down her curvy sides, and rested them at the top of her thigh-highs, keeping eye contact with her. He moved his very warm hands to the inside of Lana's thighs, giving them a little squeeze. It made her let out a little squeal of excitement. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he came a step closer. His hands massaged the backs of her thighs, right at the nape of her buttcheeks. He had tight handfulls.

“Now my t**s, and see if they completely fit in your big rough hands.” Lana made the cutest pouty face. Mark didn’t need to be asked twice. He was already on his way north. He fumbled open her button down tank, eager to see where the lace bra led that peaked at him out the top of her blouse. They popped right out and his d**k gave a heated throb. The bright overhead lights in the anatomy lab gave him such a clear view of Lana's perfect t**s. They were perfect. And in that lace bra, he might begin to actually drool. Mark's warm rough, powerful hands cupped her breasts and Lana felt instantly relaxed. She craved pressure, and as if he could sense it, Mark squeezed, just a little, then harder, massaging her breasts with those wonderful hands. She whimpered quietly and Mark couldn’t take it any longer. He had to get his face buried in them. The lace bra tickled his face and he felt like he was high. It was such a happy sensation. He reached behind her and unbuttoned Lana's bra, letting it fall obscenely to the floor. The sight of her tight, perky t**s in that stark bright light had him doing a double take. He knew he probably looked stupid, just staring. Lana knew him well. She smiled lovingly at him and slowly placed his hands back on her breasts.

“Make me feel good, please,” she breathlessly pleaded. Mark squeezed and sucked a n****e up into his mouth. She whimpered louder now, and her head fell back a little. Mark felt he just had to bite that open slender neck. He kept one hand toying with her n*****s, while the other ventured up to her neck. As his teeth bit onto her exposed soft skin there, his hand travelled back into her hair, wrapping through it. Lana simpered and giggled flirtatiously. But this time it had a sense of urgency to it. Her heart must be racing.