What I Did To Hook Up With a Nurse While I Was hospitilized – Part 3

 

Hey friend, sorry to keep you waiting for the third installment of the nurse story. You see, I just got back from Bangkok, Thailand.

I had a  great time there. If you’ve never been to Thailand, you’d better check it out at least once.

The ladies there, are way too hot and they’re definitely one of the most out-going, open minded Asian girls I’ve met!

Plus, they are good cooks, attentive to their men needs and they look after their family. What more can you ask for? Honestly, I would consider marrying a Thai woman when I think it’s time to settle down.

 I just have to share the joy with you.

Okay, back to the story.

If you’ve read part 2 of this story, you’ll learn that Jeanette sort of pulled the plug during “Sexcalation” ( Umm… I mean escalating towards sex for short). My heart almost skipped a beat when she told me it wasn’t part of the deal that we had sex.

Well, she didn’t exactly say we can’t fuck. But my hand was already on her tits.  So when she made the remark, she might probably mean I’m not allowed to touch her boobs. But really, who gives a shit at a point like this?

Then, I did what I did best… I pulled back and acted as if nothing had happened. I agreed with her that we shouldn’t be doing this.

You see, here’s a thing you might not know about women. They tend to throw up a defense at the last minute. It is something I like to call a Bitch Armor. 

And why is that so?

It’s no “Da Vinci Code”, really.  Women just don’t want to be caught guilty of being too easy.

It’s their way of turning the red light on themselves, when they get too close of becoming “Slut Mode”.

The worst thing any guy could do at this point, is to force himself on her.

The hungry will not be fed here. So the next time she turns cold fish on you, don’t freak out!

It doesn’t mean that she don’t want to have sex with you. It means that you haven’t made her feel comfortable with you enough.

I tidied my clothes, got up from where I sat and I said, “Come, I’ll take you home”.

But she didn’t follow. She seemed a little flustered, as if not knowing what she did earlier was a right thing to do.

“I’ve no work tomorrow. I can stay for a little longer”, She said.

“Sure, make sure you don’t catch a cold”. Then I got inside the car without her… It was pretty hilarious, you should have seen the look on her face. What I just did was to show her that I wasn’t  needy. And by closing the car door on her, it created a funny moment. Whatever awkward tension that we felt earlier was overwritten.

She got in the car after, and gave me a playful jab in the arm. We started kidding around  again as if none  of  it happened earlier. Then I asked her if she would like to hear the new jazz CD I bought at HMV the previous day.

We held hands as we listen to the soft melody, I think it was by Diana Krall.

After awhile, we were at it again. We started making out. But, it was less intense.

This time,  she took my hand and guided me to her breasts. Somehow, it felt so much softer than the first time. See, I told you. I knew something like this was to happen.

Then I beckoned her to follow as I tried to make my way to the back seat.

I must have put on quite a few pounds lately, I thought to myself. I was struggling  past the front seats.

Jeanette laughed as if she’s watching a clown do something really stupid. She managed to slide up to the back seat with me, easily.

“Now, that’s gonna cost you more than a lap-dance”. I said, implying the cheap entertainment she had earlier.

She smiled slyly, and we continued kissing and fondling each other’s private parts. My “little brother” was once again awoken.

I removed my shirt and I helped her with her dress. I couldn’t keep my eyes of her cleavage. It looked really enticing under the soft moonlight.

She had on a really nice set of snow leopard printed lingerie. I supposed she was also prepared for such a thing to happen.

“Hey little kitty, I’m going to take care of you tonight”. I said as I unclipped her bra from the front. Just what as I thought, she had one of the nicest pair of tits I’ve seen. She smiled at me and she squeezed my ‘dong’ playfully.

I must have been a blessed man to have met a couple of really wonderful girlfriends with well-endowed features. I don’t mean any disrespect to the ladies. But, deep down beyond all the stirring emotions, I’m very much a man.

It was always about the tits and asses. If she had a nice personality, then it would be a bonus.

Women on the contrary, the opposite. They have to feel the emotional connection first, before they give themselves up to you.

I slid my hand inside her panties… She was soaking WET! I suspected that she has not had sex for at least a year!

I went down on her and I tasted her feminine nectar. Jeanette moaned as she arched her back in pleasure. She grabbed my hair and she gasped, “Don’t Stop”,  trying to catch her breath.

I inserted my thumb into a vagina. Jeanette moaned even louder as I rubbed Her G-spot.

Then, she came… Within minutes when I inserted my thumb. Her muscles in the abdominal area contracted rapidly.

She smiled at me with satisfaction… Then she said cheekily, “Kitty’s hungry”. As she got down to her knees, undoing my zip.

 

 

I’ma stop her for awhile. Check back again for part 4!

P.S. You must be wondering where I learnt all the female sexual psychology from.  It’s no big secret really. You can find most of it here.