Another long arduous week was over. I hadn't seen my beloved Pats, but tonight was Saturday, and we're meeting at our usual spot. The silver buckle coffee bar. Yet again, she was waiting for me outside, smoking a cigarette. This time she continued smoking as she said her greetings. The way she exhailed the smoke made me think she'd had rather a trying day. Which I'd get to hear all about in a little while.
Smiling at her, I began to fill the silence. I made an off handed comment about the whereabouts of all of the other nurses tonight.
I told her, 'All the girls are teasing me Pats. Calling me a bore! They're all off to the picture house tonight. They wanted me to come along but I refused them. I told them, I had already made plans.' I chuckled watching Patsy's eye brow raise.
She seemed very intrigued, 'You mean that all of the nurses are at the picture house? That the nurses house is practically empty?'
She smirked as she threw her cigarette to the floor. Still chuckling, I played naive. I wanted to know just what my nurse Mount was planning.
'Yes. They all headed out just before I left.' I replied, and before I knew it she took hold of my wrist and we began walking off at a fast pace. No cups of tea for us, or tales of another empty cake tin. We were heading back to my room.
Once inside, I began to take off my coat while Pats pushed the three giant thick text books against the door. I always kept them close to the door. Force of habit from the days that Pats was just across the hall.
We didn't want to be disturbed by anyone walking in. I was just about to switch on my bedside lamp but she stopped me. She reached forward and almost knocked me from my feet as she grabbed a hold of me, for a deepen kiss. I loved it when she used her heart and not her head. Once our lips parted, she pressed her forehead against mine.
'Hello.' She gave a stifled giggle.
I knew what she meant. It was more of a warmer welcome for an absentee lover.
Unbuttoning her coat, she sent it sailing onto the near by chair. Standing only a few inches away from me, she linked our fingers together. Taking her time to look at me, as if she was soaking me all in.
'You look beautiful.' She spoke softly, to which I replied, 'I know how you like me in this dress.' with an added smitten giggle.
'I don't just mean the dress.' She tilted her head and with my free hand, I petted the side of her face. What I really wanted to do was run my fingers through her soft red hair. Almost instinctively, she began to remove the kirby grips that held her hair in place. Discarding them beside my lamp, she shook her hair down and I watched as it gracefully fell to her shoulders. Quite a vision. My heart began to pound in my chest. I had never seen anything so magnificent. She was all I wanted on this whole earth. Pressing my lips against hers, my hands soon found her hair. Glorious red coloured tressels between my fingers. Her hands had quickly found my bottom. As she squeezed it more firmer, her kisses became more fevered.
We both needed this. We needed this close contact. Beside I was quite the fan of unrestrained, passionate Patsy. She only came out on rare occasions and I was the only one to ever get to see her.
I found myself beginning to lose control as she began to hitch up my dress. I wanted to keep my cool long enough to remember these moments. They seem to go so quickly when lust and devotion got involved and I didn't know when we'd get another moment such as this one. I wanted to keep it. Store it in my memory for a cold long, lonely night.
Soon enough, we were skin on skin. Heat on heat. It felt perfect. She felt perfect as her breasts were up against mine. Her tongue colliding with mine. Hands roaming anywhere and everywhere they could.
The one detail that will forever be in my mind came from Patsy. It may have been the freedom of knowing that no one was around. No one could hear us. My lover let the sweetest, sensual moan escape from the back of her throat. It wasn't muffled into my neck. Let out into my kiss or hidden by the back of her hand. She let it flow. She let me hear it, full voice. She wanted me to know exactly how I was making her feel. It was so sensuous, I found myself blushing. Found myself more aroused. Our last meeting seemed all but forgotten.
Entangled together, which was always my favourite place to be. My dear Patsy simply couldn't remove her lips from my lips. Not as though I had any complaints. I always feel devoid when I'm away from my Pats. We must of been kissing for another half an hour until Patsy broke away to look at the clock. Squinting in the darkness to make out the time. We came crashing back to earth when she sighed,
'Do you think the film will be over by now?' She was of course referring to the nurses.
Circling my fingers across her arm, I let out a puff of breath, 'Pats, can we just stay here for a little bit longer?' My voice completely imploring as I continued, 'You know they always go for a Babycham, or two afterwards.' This seemed to relax her slightly as she snuggled back into me.
'I've missed you.' She said embracing me tighter, 'How have you been with work?' She asked rubbing her nose against my cheek.
I cherish the times we can really get to talk. I told her about the day to day comings and goings of life at the London. She remembered it well. Being sure to mention one very friendly old man, 'Yes. Mr Iris has taken quite the shine to my backside.' To which her eyebrows went sky high. 'It started off as a gentle tap and by the end of the week it was a right old squeeze.' The laughter in my voice did not get rid of her frown.
Feeling her hand trace down my thigh, until it cupped my bottom, she mused, 'I hope you told him that your backside belongs to me.' She finally let a chuckle leave her lips. 'Oh right? Is that so nurse Mount?' My smile beamed. 'Yes!' She nodded as she gave my bum another grope. Finding my lips, we kissed again. I felt giddy with delight.
After she kissed the top of my head, she sat up. I felt the same old pull on my emotions when I knew it was time for her to go.
'I'd better get dressed.' She told me as she gave a half smile. I could see it in her eyes that she didn't want to leave either.
As she found her underwear, I found out my bottle of Johnnie Walker. Along with two drinking glasses. Blazingly strutting round without so much as a stich on as I poured the drinks. I could feel her watching me. When she licked her bottom lip, it only encouraged me to go on playing the temptress. Leaving the drinks on the bedside table, I leaned up against the wall.
'Tease!' She pretended to pout as she reached for me around my waist. 'Don't act like you don't love it!' I wagged my finger in front of her face.
Giving me a quick peck, she continued on in her mission of trying to put back on her clothes but I wasn't going to make this easy on her. As she sat on the edge of my bed trying to button up the front of her pretty dress. My lips had somehow attached themselves to her neck. I delighted myself in the feel of her hair brushing against my face and the sweet aroma of her perfume. With just the faintest hint of bleach. I heard a tiny moan creep past her full lips, as I used my tongue to lick against her perfect jaw line. Repeating the action, slower this time. A whimpering coo came from her. I knew I was stirring her up again but I didn't want her to go. Guiding me round to sit on her lap, I wrapped my legs around her as she kissed me. 'Mmm Pats.' I moaned into her mouth between kisses.
Once we both needed breath, She let out a sharp exhale. Trying to compose herself once again. Nose to nose, she smiled at me. Without saying a word, I slid back onto the bed as she playfully tapped my bum as I did so. Giggling, I thought it was time I put on my nightie. Leaning against my pillow, with my glass of Johnnie Walker in hand. I watched her in front of the mirror as she put her hair back into place.
Soon resembling how she first looked when she arrived here, I sprang from the bed and couldn't resist kissing her neck again. Well, what with her hair being out of the way, it was an open invitation. As I kissed, she took the glass from my hand and had a sip. I could feel the alcohol being swallowed down as I kissed. That sensation sent butterflies right down to my stomach.
As she placed her hand in mine, we both sat on the bed. Even though I had poured two glasses of whisky. We ended up sharing the same glass tumbler. As our eyes met. The look on her face told me all I needed to know. She had to leave. Lingering by the door, she cupped my face with her hands, 'I love you, Deels.' she exclaimed her tone honeyed with tenderness.
'I love you, Patience Mount.' I really did.
It was heartbreaking as I watched her move aside the text books from the door. That only felt like moments ago that she'd just placed them there. Giving me another smile, along with a sigh. She slid out of the door. I was alone once more and already missing her. Clicking on my bedside lamp, I let out a loud dejected sigh of my own as I flopped on my bed. Staring into space until I noticed something on the ground. Getting up for a closer look, it was my Pats silk scarf. It must of fallen from her coat as she threw it down earlier. With a wide smile, I held it close. Bringing it up to my nose, I let my senses take in her scent.
Climbing under my bed covers, I clutched her scarf and closed my eyes. Least I had something of hers to cling too through the night.
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