Oh Maria
A Story About Adult Nursing Relationships
“Come on, only another mile” Maria muttered under her breath, her feet pushing away at the cross-trainer, the foot rests and handles sliding back and forth as she forced herself to keep going, sweat beading her brow.
Movement behind her caught her attention in the floor to ceiling mirror that ran the length of the wall before her and raising her head, she nodded at the reflection of one of the regular gym patrons that she saw each night as they finished their work out and began to head home.
Turning her eyes from their reflection as they vanished out through the door to the changing rooms, Maria scanned the room behind her, not surprised to see that she was only one of three people still working out there.
That had been one of the things that had attracted her to the gym in the first place, the fact that it didn’t seem to appeal to the younger, trendier gym patrons that usually spent their time checking out how they looked in the mirrors and updating their Facebook statuses, a huge plus in her opinion. After all, she was here to train.
Not that she was unfit or overweight; far from it in fact.
She was however a forty two year old mother of a two month old baby and she was determined to get back into shape if it was the last thing that she ever did.
Turning her gaze from the room behind her to her own reflection as she marched along on the cross-trainer, Maria let her eyes drift over her features, taking in her bobbed black hair and her glasses, set atop a slightly upturned nose, her dimpled cheeks dashed with freckles.
Letting her gaze drift lower, Maria winced as she saw her large breasts lurching within the lycra bra that she had chosen to wear, regretting the decision to have done so.
Her breasts, which had already been large for her frame before her pregnancy had doubled in size as they had bloated with milk and it was common for her to leak.
That had been another reason why she had chosen the small, independent gym instead of one in a large chain.
She had been attending this one for a month now, and had already discovered that from eight PM onwards the small gym was used only by a small group of regulars, a time when her mother who she had moved back in with following her husband’s infidelity was happy to babysit.
Gritting her teeth as the burn of her tired muscles began to ebb up through her tired legs; Maria turned her gaze back to the mirror, studying her two remaining gym mates for want of something better to do as she walked.
At the far end of the gym stood a woman that was in her early twenties, her bare arms heavy with corded muscle as she raised a bar laden with heavy weights to her non-existent chest and down again, repeating the process time and again, her tanned features set in a grimace.
As Maria watched, the young woman met her gaze in the mirror and winked, her smile broad and embarrassed the older woman turned away to study the other person that was sitting on one of the leg machines nearby.
Like the blonde woman, the man was in his early twenties, his broad sculpted body clad in black lycra shorts and a vest whose spaghetti straps were stretched taut across his powerful chest and shoulder muscles.
For a moment, she let her gaze linger on the heavy slabs of muscle, wondering what they felt like to touch, and then she raised her gaze to study his features, butterflies taking flight within her stomach as she saw his short cropped Mohican and his thick full brown beard giving him the appearance of some kind of modern day Viking.
He glanced up at her as she studied him, his ice blue eyes looking back into hers and she gasped, unable to look away for a moment before finally managing to do so, her head lowering as she stared at her pumping feet.
Several minutes passed by before she managed the nerve to raise her face once more, only to cringe as she found the large man now standing beside her machine, a bottle of water in one hand and his towel in the other.
“Hey” he nodded, his mouth creasing into a smile.
“Oh hi” Maria managed to stumble, nodding at him.
“Looks like we are the only ones dedicated here eh?” he chuckled and she turned her head, realising that the woman with the muscles had already left the gym.
She nodded again, forcing an awkward smile and he gestured back over to where he had been sat, “I was wondering…could you help me with some raises?”
“Oh I don’t know” she shook her head, embarrassment washing over her, “I still have a while to go on this”
“No worries” he nodded, starting to turn away when the cross-trainer beeped and slowed, her set cycle done.
“Looks like you are finished” he smiled back at her, gesturing for her to come with him as she stepped from the traitorous piece of gym equipment, “Can you help?”
“Sure” she nodded, her words coming out awkwardly, her recent inexperience of speaking with young men making her more nervous than she had ever felt before.
As she watched the large young swung his leg over the bench he had been sitting on and sat down, his right hand sweeping down to pick up a large dumbbell.
“What do you want me to do?” Maria asked, nervously.
He smiled awkwardly, “The stomach press is broken so I have to do it free weight…is there any chance you can sit astride my legs while I lift this so that they don’t raise”
“Oh…” she blushed, her eyes widening and he laughed.
“Please…I could use the help…I promise not to bite!”
Without another word, the large young man laid down and raised the dumbbell to his chest, gripping its middle bar with both hands as he spoke, “Ready when you are”
Wincing, unsure how she could politely say no, Maria swung a leg over the bench and his legs and then sat astride his thighs, “How is this?”
“Perfect” he breathed, raising the weight back past his head, his vest rising to reveal his sculpted stomach before he brought the dumbbell back in once more.
Trying not to stare at his stomach as he raised the dumbbell back once more, his powerful legs straining to lift beneath her rump, Maria lowered her gaze and gasped as she suddenly saw the outline of his cock in the confines of his lycra shorts, “Oh my God!”
“You OK?” he asked, concerned and she nodded.
“Yes, sorry”
He grunted as he brought the weights back again and despite her best efforts, Maria found herself lowering her gaze to study his cock once more, her eyes narrowing with lust as she realised how thick it was.
Yet it was still limp, how big would it be when erect?
“You OK?” the voice of the man dragged her eyes up to find him with his head lifted slightly a grin on his mouth as she lay watching her, “See something you like?”
“What?” she gasped, “Oh God, er…I mean…”
“Sorry about the shorts” he continued as he began to lift the weight again, “I know they are quite revealing but they are all I had clean…hope they aren’t too off putting”
“No they are fin…” she began to say, her sentence trailing off as his legs bunched and raised from the bench, and off balance she slid down his thighs.
With a gasp, she reached out with her hands, stopping herself on his shoulders, her large breasts pressing against his powerful chest, her mind reeling as she felt the thick length of his cock between her thighs, the thin lycra of their clothes the only thing separating them. In a panic, she tried to sit up only to stop as she felt the large hands of the young man rest on her hips, “Calm down”
“This is…I….oh my God!” she gasped as she felt his cock begin to move between her thighs, growing in length.
With an effortless move, the man sat up, taking her with him as if she weighed nothing until she was sat on his lap facing him, his eyes lighting with excitement as he stared down at her large breasts, “Damn, is that milk?”
Groaning in shame, Maria lowered her gaze, shamed by both the wet patch and the hard nipple at the centre.
Instantly she tried to stand but he moved his legs apart slightly, knocking hers so that she sat back down astride him with a jolt, the hard length of his cock nestling between her open legs, impossibly thick and long.
She gasped as he suddenly reached out with a big hand to cup her right bra cased breast, his other hand reaching around her back to hold her where she sat.
“Hey…” she began, fear replacing her shame only for the words to die off as his fingers tightened on her breast as if kneading dough, her hard nipples tingling with fire.
“Shhhh” he hushed her, bending his mouth to smother her lycra clad nipple with his mouth, his tongue sliding over the wet patch, a satisfied noise escaping him as he looked up and met her gaze, “That tastes amazing!”
Mind reeling, Maria shook her head, “We can’t…”
“Don’t you like me?”
She nodded, embarrassed, “Yeah but I’m forty”
“And gorgeous!”
“What if someone comes in!” she pointed out, loving the feeling of this strange man’s hand upon her breast but some small logical part of her brain refusing to give in.
“Good point” he released his grip on her breast and lifted her to her feet, his powerful form wide as he rose to stand facing her, his hand taking hers, “Come on”
“What? Where?” she eyed him with confusion.
“The changing rooms” he stated, a hungry look on his face, the shape of his erection menacing outlined within his lycra shorts, “I need some more of that titty milk!”
“Oh God” she shook her head in disbelief, but allowed the large man to lead her from the gym and down to the area beyond where the doors to the changing rooms sat, choosing the men’s as he pushed it open and entered.
Even as the fluorescent light overhead was flickering on, the man was upon her once more, his hands holding her tight to his muscled form as he smothered her mouth with his own, and sobbing in excitement Maria let her tongue meet his. Several minutes passed by as they stood there leaning against the wall with their mouths locked together; kissing hungrily and noisily, then with a grunt he broke the kiss and dragged down her lycra bra.
Maria let loose a shaky breath as her large pale breasts spilled free, only to be caught by the man’s big hands, his fingers squeezing as he raised each nipple to his bearded mouth, sucking hungrily upon the hard nubs.
She grunted in delirium as she felt milk flowing from her, her hands reaching up to stroke over the muscled shoulders of the large man then gasped as she felt his fingers slide inside the waistband of her lycra trousers.
For a second, the large middle finger of the man probed between her thighs with no avail but then it found her fleshy folds and slid along her lips, dipping half of his big finger inside her hugging depths as he continued to suck on her big milk filled breasts, making her moan.
Maria lost track of time as she stood against the wall, her lycra trousers now pushed down around her ankles as he slowly fucked her with two big fingers, alternating his mouth between her nipples as he sucked on them.
With a grunt, he stepped back and removed his vest, tossing it aside as he began to fumble with his shorts.
“Get your trousers off baby” he instructed and as if in a daze, Maria did as instructed, kicking her sport shoes away followed by her lycra trousers and damp panties.
“Oh my God” she moaned as she straightened to find him standing naked before her, his powerful muscled body resembling something from a gladiator film. Yet her eyes barely studied his perfect physique, instead lingering on the large cock that jutted up from his groin, the thick shaft lined with veins, the head like a plum.
Without another word, he stepped forwards and lifted her from the ground, her legs instinctively wrapping about his firm waist as he held her by her arse cheeks.
Thier mouths met once more, tongues dancing and he grinned at her, “Are you ready for my cock?”
“Oh God” was all she could manage as she felt the swollen head pushing up between her open thighs, nestling against her entrance as his ice blue eyes stared back at her and moaning she reached out to wrap her arms about his neck, only for him to shake his head.
“Push those big fucking tits towards my face…I want to taste that gorgeous milk of yours while I fuck you!”
Letting loose a shaky breath, she did as instructed, cupping her own heavy breasts and lifting them to his bearded mouth which fastened upon them instantly.
Maria rolled her eyes, trying to stay conscious as a wave of pleasure rolled through her then grunted in shock as she felt his big cock push up and into her wet pussy.
“You like that?” he moved his mouth from her nipple for but a second, his lips wet with her milk then he was sucking once more as his big cock withdrew then pushed in again, deeper than before, opening her wide.
Three more thrusts and he was in her to his balls, sweat beading on his brow as he began to fuck her like a machine, grunting and cursing as he sucked her tits, four orgasms rushing through Maria like a forest fire of lust.
With a sob of pleasure, she lost her grip on her big tits as they bounced and lurched wildly with each thrust, instead hanging limp in his powerful arms as he pumped into her, grunting with each forward motion, his mouth and beard wet with the tit milk that he still tried to drink.
Minutes dragged by as he held her aloft, fucking her with a passion and hunger that she had never known until with a growl he thrust deep, her mind reeling as she felt his spunk filling her, hot like molten lava.
Even then he did not lower her to the ground, his big cock still sliding back and forth as she sucked on her tits, doing his best to drain her of her milk, until finally he carried her over to a wooden bench and laid her down.
“Good God” she shook her head, body plastered with sweat and her own milk, “That was fucking amazing!”
The big man grinned down at her, “It isn’t over yet, I am going to fuck you from behind in the showers while I squeeze those big tits of yours!”
She gasped, suddenly aware that they had just fucked in a changing room, “But what if someone comes in?”
He grinned, his words making her pussy twitch with excitement, “They can either watch or join in…”
“Oh my God” she shook her head, smiling in bewilderment, “I don’t even know what your name is?”
The large man grinned, “I’m Joe, now get those big sexy tits in the shower…I need some more milk!”