as a 'naughty nurse'

I am sure that I can find exactly what I need in the 'dressing up' wardrobe in Auntie's bedroom. What I am not quite so prepared for is the bewildering choice that I find there. There are naughty nurse outfits from every age (from Florence Nightingale onward); from student nurse to strict matron; from tarty PVC to virginal white cotton.

I eschew the PVC in favour of the white cotton - for I have come to realise that my gift for erotic performance emerges primarily from my seeming innocence.

Next I have to choose some sexy undies to go with my costume. I take the nurse outfit, complete with little hat back to my bedroom, dump the whole lot on my bed and bend down over my undies drawer. It is crammed to overflowing with all manner of skimpy nonsense - and I reflect that until I met Aunt Sophie, I had one set of off-white bra's panties for each day of the week and that was it.

In keeping with the virginal student nurse theme, I choose a lacey white bra & thong set - together with white stockings & sussies.

I slide my bikini bottoms down from my warm sticky crotch and step out of them. Then I unhook the bikini top and shake my titties free from their constraints. I massage my breasts and pinch the nipples and feel a shiver of pleasure run through me as they quickly respond.

What I could really do with right now, I reflect, is a nice stimulating shower. I half think about moving the laptop & the webcam into the bathroom and being a Bathtime Babe instead of a Naughty Nurse. But I figure in the end I'll stick with Plan A - I'm probably a bit whiffy after my day in the sun, but the guys logging on won't know that.

I slide the little skimpy white thong up my tanned legs and feel the intrusive material part the cheeks of my arse. Maybe I should say 'ass' - some of my male clientele find the crudity of the English 'arse' doesn't sit well with my sweet innocent persona. But others find it a turn-on.

I give my breasts a little jiggle, before containing them once again in a virginal lacey white bra (front-fastening for easy retrieval later). Then I slip the suspender belt round my waist and pull the white stockings up to meet it, the sheer nylon sliding pleasantly over my smooth legs. I begin the process of hooking up the stockings. As a turn on stockings & sussies cannot be beat, but I marvel that women ever considered them serious underwear, when they take all this effort to get on.

Next I button myself into the crisp starched white cotton of the nurse uniform. This again has had some of Aunt Sophie's modifications: The hemline is rather higher than the health service would normally recommend and the neckline plunges somewhat. When I add the belt, it pulls these features into even sharper focus.

I sit down at my vanity table and begin to pin up my hair, trying to do so in such a way that it can be released again in a single fluid motion when required. When that is complete, I carefully arrange the little nurses cap on my head.

I look at my watch. Fifteen minutes until I'm 'on air'.

I return to Aunt Sophie's room to heave out a big first aid box. I have a quick peep inside: stethoscope, thermometer, bandages, home enema kit (!) and syringes - some very fake looking... Some not so (oh Auntie!). I lug it all down to the room where the webcam is set up.

Now all I need is a 'patient'. I know exactly where I can find one of those: Once more into Auntie's room. This time into her 'toybox'. I pick my way through vibrators, cuffs, leather whippy things and pencil thin anal dildos, to name but a few. Quickly I find my way to 'Big John' - a blow-up male sex doll, complete with oversized vibrating cock.

I carry John through and put him on a low table that I have covered with sheets. Checking my watch again, I see that I have only ten minutes. I quickly set about inflating John. This is easier said than done. He is a full-scale replica of a six foot man and I don't have time to find the pump. I start to inflate him. Somebody with a sense of humour put the air valve in one testicle. The best way to get John up is to grip one bollock in your teeth and low.

Finally after a further five minutes, John is up and large as life and I am feeling distinctly light headed. I drop a towel on his manhood to hold it down.

There is just one more thing to do. I run to the kitchen. In the fridge is a jug of whipped cream, which I put in the microwave just long enough to bring to room temperature, before running back to my patient.

I turn my attention to his other testicle, because this love doll can be loaded up with cream, yoghurt, or whatever else takes your fantasy, in order to 'cum' at the appropriate moment. I carefully begin pouring in my choice. A bit spills and I dip my finger into the 'cum' and lick it clean. Mmmm... delicious - this doll was obviously designed by a woman indulging a little wish fulfilment.

When I can't get anymore in, I set down the jug. I look at my watch again. One minute to go.

I examine my patient critically. He seems good to go, but maybe a little saggy still. I bend over him again and start to blow. As I do so, I sense the computer whirr into life behind me. Damn! My watch was fast. So my clients are greeted by the sight of my thong clad ass (we're in porno-land now, so I will use the softer 'ass' - when it suits me!) as I am bent over my patient's crotch. I suppose there are worse ways to make an introduction.

When I straighten up and turn, I find that there is already a message for me on the screen.