I heard that a friend of mine had been feeling unwell, so I popped in to see him, wearing my lovely, shiny new white nurse's uniform and matching white stockings. My patient had been prescribed bed rest and I spent a little while showing how nicely the outfit fitted, but it seemed even the evidence of his own eyes wasn't enough for him - he had to touch as well. Perhaps my decision to comment on how difficult it was to get the top fastened drew attention to my cleavage, and looking back on it now, my attempt to make sure his underpants were nice and smooth could have been misinterpreted. All I know is that he gave a kind of moan at one point, just as I was fluffing up his pillows, and the next thing I knew was his hand was helping itself to a far from accidental grope of my bottom, and after a few seconds his fingers slid gently down the silk-clad back of my thigh. I took a deep breath and leaned across his face, trying to reach the far corner of a pillow that was just a little too crumpled for my liking. (My view on these matters is that if you're going to fluff something you should do so properly, and the last thing you want when you're doing so is something sitting limply when it should be nice and proud and stiff.) And that was about the point we gave up on the play acting and just got down to the sex! I threw back the bedclothes, ran my fingers over the growing bulge in his underwear, then having freed his cock from his pants began to give him the kind of "look, no hands" blowjob that so many men seem to enjoy. I know there was another moan from him, but I think it was more the feeling of my bright red lips slowly working their way down his length. Now you can watch the rest . Lots of sucking and fucking, fingering and wanking.