Chapter 2: Building Tension
The next morning Alicia decided to let her hair down, wear a beautiful white top which was well fitted and a tight pencil skirt in black. Even her Uber driver had set his rear view mirror to be able to see her bouncy busy and made sure he took the bumpiest ride in making her boobs bounce all the way in.
Alicia had even told him to stop it, but it only led to a nasty joke which she chose to ignore. Once Alicia arrived at the nursing home dressed to kill, she was greeted by the sweet smell of cleanliness, a sharp contrast to the previous day's encounter with John William's fetid breath. As she walked down the hallway, she caught sight of her reflection in the glass door, admiring her figure.
Her black skirt hugged her curves tightly, accentuating her hourglass shape while her white top did wonders to show off her cleavage.
Alicia stood in front of the mirrored wall in the staff locker room, examining her outfit. She ran her fingers through her long, dark hair, tucking a stray strand behind her ear. Satisfied with her appearance, she exited the locker room, her heels clicking rhythmically against the cold tile floor.
As she approached the nurses' station, Alicia couldn't help but notice the appreciative glances thrown her way by the male residents and staff members alike. One of the younger doctors gazed at her lustfully, his eyes scanning her voluptuous figure hungrily.
Alicia caught sight of him and quickly averted her gaze, her cheeks flushing crimson with embarrassment. As she passed by, the doctor muttered something under his breath, his voice low and insinuating. Alicia paused, her heart quickening pace at the prospect of what he might say.
"Nice outfit," the doctor commented casually, his gaze lingering on her ample bosom. "Good choice, considering the type of clients we have here."
Alicia froze, her eyes widening as she absorbed the implications of his words.
She could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks, staining her skin a deep shade of crimson. Her pulse raced erratically, threatening to burst through her veins.
"Uh, thanks," she murmured awkwardly, her voice cracking under the strain. "I guess I'll see you later."
Without waiting for a response, Alicia hurried away, her heels clicking furiously against the cold tile floor. Despite her best efforts to conceal her discomfort, she could still sense the doctor's gaze boring into her back, his leering stare burning a hole through her clothing.
Alicia pushed the unsettling feeling to the back of her mind, focusing instead on the task at hand.
Mrs. Miller was already seated in the lounge area, eagerly awaiting Alicia's arrival. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she watched Alicia approach, her hands shaking excitedly.
"Alicia!" Mrs. Miller squealed, her voice filled with delight. "You look absolutely stunning today!"
Alicia blushed profusely, her cheeks turning a deep shade of pink. "Thank you, Mrs.
Miller," Alicia replied, her voice betraying hints of unease. "I'm glad you approve. Now, let's get started with our session.
Mrs. Miller smiled warmly, her gaze lingering on Alicia's radiant features. "I'm doing well, thank you for asking. How about you, dear? Are you settling in nicely at the nursing home?"
"Yes, I am," Alicia answered honestly, her voice steady and confident. "Everyone's been incredibly supportive and accommodating.
It's truly a blessing to work in such a nurturing environment," Alicia shared, her voice filled with warmth and appreciation.
"I can already see the difference it's making in the lives of the residents here."
"That's wonderful, dear," Mrs. Miller commended, her eyes twinkling with delight. "You're already making a positive impact, it seems. I'm sure everyone appreciates having you here."
"I appreciate your kind words, Mrs. Miller," Alicia responded gratefully. They had a great session. Then came the moment Alicia was avoiding, she had to council
mr Williams again. His vitals were high and he was visibly nervous. Alicia had tried to avoid him as much as possible but her boss insisted that he needed her help. He was an important resident and they had to protect every resident in the facility.
She approached the room with trepidation, trying to appear as normal as possible. It was no use. She could feel his eyes staring at her ass and she felt her pussy getting wet. She wanted to slap him. But she knew she couldn't. This was her job. She took a deep breath and opened the door.
John, an elderly man with a grizzled exterior, was lying in bed watching her enter, his eyes burning with desire. He looked at her body hungrily, his gaze tracing up and down her curves. Alicia felt a wave of revulsion wash over her, but she managed to compose herself.
"Hi, John," she said, forcing a smile onto her lips. "How are you feeling today?"
John grunted in reply, his eyes never leaving her body. "Not bad, I guess," he muttered, his voice hoarse and rough.
"Just taking things one day at a time."
Alicia forced a polite smile, ignoring the uncomfortable sensation crawling up her spine. "That's good to hear, John. I'm sure you'll continue to improve and adapt to your surroundings."
"Yeah, right," John scoffed, his tone bitter and sarcastic. "Like I have a choice. Just gotta lie here and wait for the reaper to come knocking."
Alicia's heart ached for the desolate old man, trapped in his own misery. Alicia felt a little bad for him. “Is there something that is bothering you, John she asked emphatically.
Yes, he said. I’m sexually frustrated, my penis works fine but the rest of me.. he trailed off pointing at his ugly body.
Alicia cringed inwardly, her stomach churning uncomfortably. She had spent countless hours comforting other residents, offering solace and companionship to those who sought it. But never before had she encountered such bald-faced sexual desperation.
"So, um," Alicia stammered, her voice quavering nervously, "what exactly brings you to seek me out for such conversations? Is it the way I carry myself? Or is it something more?"
John blinked twice, his rheumy eyes welling up with tears. “Well, it is your job!” He barked at her. He was right, it was her job so it was time to council him about his desires.
“So tell me John. What makes you so Horny just lying here. No access to any porn or anything” she asked taking notes.
John shook his head, his eyes pleading, “I don’t have internet and I can’t jerk off. I need help” he blurted out. Alicia was shocked but also intrigued. She wanted to explore this topic further with John. After all, his needs were valid.
"Okay, John," Alicia said, her voice calm and measured. "Why don't you start by telling me more about your fantasies? Let's delve into your inner desires and explore what turns you on."
John hesitated, his gaze darting nervously around the room.
"Well, it's kinda embarrassing," he mumbled, his voice barely audible. "You see, I've always enjoyed watching girls undress."
Alicia's eyebrows shot up in surprise, her shock evident on her face. That's quite the confession, John."
"Hey, don't judge me," John protested feebly, his voice strained and defensive. "I haven't done anything wrong, have I?
" John insisted, his voice quivering with uncertainty. "This is natural, isn't it? Watching a woman undress?"
Alicia considered his question carefully, weighing her words before responding. "It's not necessarily wrong, John," she conceded reluctantly. "But it's important to recognize that your desires are complex and multifaceted. What excites you now may evolve over time."
John shifted uncomfortably in his bed, his gaze locked on Alicia's face. "Maybe," he whispered, his voice barely audible. “Being here I can only use my imagination. And I tend to do that imagining someone dress” he trailed off. “Someone”? Said Alicia sarcastically
. She was curious but also apprehensive. She didn't want to cross any lines or make John upset. However, she couldn't deny the growing tension between them.
"Imagine someone, you say?" Alicia prodded, her voice teasing and coy. "Who would that be, John?"
John's face burned bright red, his eyes darting nervously around the room. "Well, I, uh," he stuttered, his voice crackling with discomfort.
"I suppose I fantasize about you sometimes, Alicia."
Alicia's jaw dropped, her eyes widening in shock. "Me?" she gasped, her voice strangled with disbelief. "But why would you even entertain such thoughts? We hardly know each other."
John shrugged weakly, his Adam's apple bobbing conspicuously. "I dunno," he confessed, his voice strained and desperate. "You intrigue me, Alicia.
“I have to honest to my shrink and honestly I’ve always had a fetish for Arab women and I’ve always had a fetish was petite women with big boobs and you my darling” he looked like he was imagining something now.
“Ok. Calm down now” said Alicia
as she placed her hands on his clammy forehead. “Relax. Take deep breaths. In. Out. In. Out. There. Better?” she asked.
John nodded, his breathing gradually returning to normal. “Sorry, I just get carried away sometimes,” he apologized humbly. “But I really enjoy it when you talk dirty to me. It gets me all hot and bothered.”
Alicia swallowed a lump in her throat, her pulse racing uncontrollably. She hadn't really considered the possibility of engaging in such explicit conversation with him.
“So tell me more, what happens that trigger you having these thoughts?”
Alicia asked, her voice soft and soothing. She could feel the air thickening around them, charged with a palpable intensity.
John shifted uncomfortably in his bed, his gaze fixed on Alicia's face. “Well, sometimes I imagine you stripping down to nothing, revealing your luscious curves to me alone,” he admitted hesitantly. “And then I envision you touching yourself, caressing your breasts and rubbing your cl—”
Alicia gasped, her eyes widening in shock. “Stop!” she shouted, her voice trembling with outrage.
"I can't believe you'd bring up such graphic scenarios in such a casual manner!"
John lowered his gaze, his shoulders drooping dejectedly. "I apologize. I didn't mean to upset you, Alicia. But you must understand; these thoughts consume me during the night, leaving me restless and tormented."
Alicia sighed, her anger dissipating as she contemplated the frailty of human desire. "I suppose I can relate to that, John," she conceded warily.
“It is my job to help you” she said. “Continue on, tell me when was the last time you were triggered” she asked. “When I saw your rack for the first time my dear! Tell me are those real” he asked “they are” she said “go on” she egged him on.
“Well that’s what I thought I like that lil sag of gravity. Specially those big ones on that little body. Hmmmm… I wonder”
he whispered suggestively.
Alicia groaned inwardly, her frustration mounting with each passing second. She knew she had to stay composed and maintain a professional demeanor, but John's relentless pursuit threatened to shatter her composure.
"Enough, John," she snapped, her voice trembling with suppressed rage. "I can't handle this anymore. I have limits, you know."
John raised his hands in surrender, his expression contrite and apologetic. "I'm sorry, Alicia," he stammered, his voice quavering with fear.
"I didn't mean to upset you. It is just your rack” he said. “What am I supposed to do about my rack?!” She asked angrily
. "I apologize, Alicia," he stammered, his voice quavering with fear. Alicia calmed down, she empathised with the old man. “It’s ok, john how are you getting any relief, you see me walk past 5-6 times a day, I feel bad for constantly giving you a hard penis” she said genuinely sad
at his plight.
John sat up straighter in his bed, his old heart hammering wildly inside his chest. "It's because you're so fucking sexy, Alicia," he confessed, his voice quivering with longing. "Your tits and ass drive me wild, knowing what they're hiding underneath your clothes."
Alicia winced as she heard the vulgarity, but she couldn't blame him. His words reflected his feelings, and she could understand why he was driven to express himself so crudely.
"Alicia," he pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation, "please, relieve me of this burden. Show me what I crave, just once."
She sighed, resigning herself to the inevitable. "Very well, John," she relented, her voice steady and measured. "I will indulge you this once, but on one condition."
He stared at her, hope surging through his weary veins. "Anything," he promised fervently.
"You must promise to keep this exchange strictly confidential," she declared sternly. She had read the old man’s file. His wife had died early, very early and he had an accident that rendered a lot of his body worthless soon after. Unless he paid for it (she knew he didn’t) he hadn’t slept with a woman or being touched by one in 40+ years
. Alicia felt compassion for the poor guy and secretly admired his guts, the fact that he had the courage to speak up.
“John,” she said gently, reaching out to place her hand on his clammy forehead. “I want you to relax, okay? Close your eyes and take some deep breaths. Let go of everything else and focus only on me.”
He closed his eyes, nodding slowly as he took in a deep breath. As he exhaled, Alicia reached out and leaned back to catch her long brown hair in high tight pony tail. She smiled and unbuttoned her top and revealed a lacy white bra encompassed were her DD boobs on a petite frame showing her collar bones, he breasts straining her bra
cups and her nipples erect, a small amount of breast tissue visible over the tops of her bras cups.
She then pulled the bra straps over her bare shoulders and let hang for a moment, before releasing the hooks at the back. She slowly slipped the bra off revealing her full round breasts with large areolas and protruding nipples. Alicia teased him as she touched her breasts and pinched her nipples, while watching his reaction.
John stared at her, transfixed by the spectacle unfolding before him. “I always wondered what colour your Arab nipples were” he said hungrily. “I thought they were pink but I hoped for dark nipples” he said. Alicia has a dark brown areoles and inch long dark Arab nipples
, and she lifted her arm so he got a better look. She noticed him lick his lips as he focused on her chest. She slid her panties off, exposing her fully naked body. She was standing directly in front of him, her legs slightly apart to give him a good view of her moist pussy. She placed her hands on her hips and gave him a sensual look. “Do you like what you see?” she asked seductively.
John could only nod, his mouth hanging open as he struggled to find the words to articulate his feelings.
“Your session ends in 15 mins. Get to work and jerk off, John. Remember this will never happen again” she said locking the door buck naked wearing nothing but her hoop earrings, hair tye and heels.
Alicia positioned herself on a chair near John's bed, her lithe form silhouetted against the dim light filtering through the window. She crossed her legs provocatively, her knees pressed together to create a tantalizing angle. John watched her intently, his eyes glued to her enticing form.
Alicia knew that she had taken control of the situation, and she reveled in the power she held over him. With deliberate grace, she began to slowly rock her hips, teasing him with subtle movements that left him breathless.
"Alicia," he croaked, his voice hoarse with desire, "you're almost driving me mad."
She smirked, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Then maybe you should touch yourself, John," she purred, her voice dripping with lust.
"Show me how you pleasure yourself."
John's eyes widened, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously. "Are you serious?" he croaked, his voice hoarse with desire.
"Of course," she assured him, her voice smooth and soothing. "We're both adults here, aren't we?"
John nodded, his hands trembling as he reached beneath the covers. As he fumbled with his pants, Alicia leaned forward, her eyes locked on his erection. She could feel her heartbeat accelerating, her pulse throbbing with anticipation.
As she gazed at John, she realized that he was more than just her patient - he was her confidant, her friend, and perhaps even more. Their connection transcended the boundaries of nurse and patient, and they found themselves drawn to each other in ways neither could explain.
"John," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper, "touch yourself for me."
His hands trembled as he moved them towards his crotch, his breathing shallow and ragged. He hesitated for a moment, before finally slipping his hand beneath the blanket.
Alicia watched his fingers dance across his erection, his eyes locked on hers.
She could feel the heat building between them, their bodies radiating intense desire. The silence in the room was deafening, punctuated only by the sound of their heavy breathing.
"Oh, Alicia," John moaned, his voice quivering with anticipation. "I've never experienced anything like this before."
She smiled seductively, her eyes sparkling with lust. "Let go of your inhibitions, John," she whispered, her voice husky and seductive.
She knew what turned on the racist old man. “Cum for my Arab tits, John” she exclaimed. Hearing that the old man could take no more and squirted his jizz into his Blanket. No sooner as he down was Alicia already dressing back up. “I will see you next week” she said undoing that high pony to let her tresses fall
down her back, gathering her top and buttoning it back up. She walked towards the bathroom to freshen up.
As John lay there, panting heavily and covered in sweat, he couldn't believe what had just transpired. He had known Alicia was beautiful, but seeing her naked and hearing her words had unleashed a torrent of forbidden desires within him. He couldn't help but wonder if she was enjoying this as much as he was.
The bathroom door swung open, and Alicia emerged, looking as pristine as ever. Her hair was neatly combed, and her uniform was impeccably clean.
She met John's gaze, her eyes glistening with a hint of sadness. "I hope you feel better now, John," she said softly, her voice conveying genuine concern.
"Thank you, Alicia," he croaked, his voice weak yet grateful. "I feel relieved, but also somewhat ashamed."
"There's no reason to feel ashamed," she reassured him politely. "Your desires are natural, and it's important to address them in a healthy way."
John nodded, his eyes filling with gratitude.
"I appreciate your understanding, Alicia," he murmured, his voice still weak but grateful. "I'll try to remember that next time."
"Don't worry, John," Alicia said soothingly, her voice filled with empathy. "We're all humans with different desires, and it's essential to acknowledge them. Now, I'll leave you to rest, and you can look forward to our next meeting."
With a gentle smile, Alicia gathered her belongings and exited the room, leaving John behind.
As she made her way down the hallway, the echoes of their intimate encounter lingered in her memory. Despite her initial reservations, she had grown increasingly comfortable with her role as John's confidante and source of erotic stimulation.
In the days that followed, Alicia found herself becoming more daring in her interactions with John. She would often linger longer during their sessions, allowing her sensuality to seep into their conversations. Each visit seemed to unlock another layer of vulnerability in John, revealing the man behind the gruff exterior.