I slowly came out of my slumber Saturday morning, aware of water running in the bathroom. After turning toward my nightstand and tapping my phone to see the time — 7:48 — I turned over on my back, eyes opening and closing to get acclimated to the sunlight. My morning wood was strong, and I relished swishing my hips side to side as I stretched, the light sheet brushing over my erection, stimulating my glans.

A figure appeared in the bathroom doorway a few seconds after the sound of the water rushing through the pipes had stopped. A female figure, wearing glasses. And nothing else.

My dick and my brain both had fond memories of Nina having come to bed with me the night before ... but who did I know who wore glasses?

It took me a couple of seconds to recognize her form. The long, silky, free-flowing hair, those full, inviting breasts, and that familiar hip-sway were unmistakably Nina's. The recent experience up close and personal with her trimmed bush was seared into my memory — the narrow, almost rectangular cut of her pubes was certainly the same as I petted and ruffled last night for the first time, before and after it ground into the root of my cock

"You look... confused," she said in a scratchy voice, hips swaying back the other way as she fussed with her tangled hair.

"No, I just... you look different," I replied. "I didn’t know you wore glasses."

"I hope I'm not scaring you. My eyes were just burning so I took out my contacts."

"Scaring? Oh, no. I like the look." I scooted my butt back so I could sit up against a pillow. I'm sure my cock twitched under the sheet as I relaxed. "Without contacts. Contact...less?" I offered, slowly.

"Well, someone, umm, down there doesn't mind," she giggled, reaching down to grab some article of clothing from the floor as her eyes locked on the tent in the sheet across my lap. "Or, he's just focused below my neck."

I'm not sure if those were my jeans or hers, inside out, that she dropped while retaining the shirt. She gave her tits and hips a shimmy and a shake while pushing her arms through the sleeves.

"Oh, he likes the contact-less look as much as I do." I pulled the sheet tight across my boner to draw it flat, then released so that it popped back up.

"Nerd fetish? Some perverted sexy secretary fantasy?" She bunched the shirt up closed over her body, just her fingers and legs from the knees down exposed. Hey, that was my shirt.

"There are still such things as secretaries?"

"Lusty librarian?" She adjusted the glasses on her face, my shirt opening to reveal a bare breast again, along with the bountiful garden between her shapely thighs.

"I prefer... naughty nurse."

"Ooo," she purred as she planted a knee on the foot of the bed, leaning forward to brace herself with her hands. "Naughty? So you do remember last night?" We laughed, because Nina actually is a nurse. Part of what attracted me to her among our group of friends is the entertaining way she relates some of the crazy stories from her job, while retaining proper respect for people who have experienced some real unfortunate circumstances.

She started a slow crawl toward me, intentionally lowering her torso to rake a stiff, pointy nipple across my boner. If I'm being honest, another thing that attracted me to Nina was the fact that she can sport some fantastic not-so-subtle pokies when she wears snugly-fitting tops.

"Oh, we both remember last night," I replied, gazing down at the bulge in my lap. "How could we forget?" Nina and I have known each other since around the holidays last year, two of a group of friends consisting of coworkers, current and former, as well as apartment neighbors and ex-roommates. For two or three months, my perverted imagination and my right hand had been a very poor substitute for finally experiencing the real thing the night before. Everyone else I invited over went home after we finished up our board games around one o'clock in the morning, but Nina was conveniently the last one to leave. Going on seven hours at this point, less than six of them sleeping.

Nina's breasts hovered over me, her sultry brown eyes staring at my dick through her lenses as she gently ran her palm over it through the sheet. Then she stared into my eyes over the rims of her glasses, caressing my shaft with her fingers and her lips with her tongue.

I squirmed as Nina pulled the sheet down, slowly revealing my cock and balls. After allowing her fingers some very sensitive flicks of my head and sac, I rolled her to the side, kicking off the sheet completely and sitting up.

"Before we get too far into this, I need to pee too." Part of the sound of running water a minute before was undoubtedly the toilet tank filling. My turn now.

"I used your toothbrush," Nina called after me as my naked ass disappeared into the bathroom. Half squatting and half bending over, I directed my stiff penis downward into the toilet for a satisfying piss. After some shakes and dabs, I flushed and retreated to the sink. Good call mentioning the toothbrushing, I told Nina with my mind as I washed my hands and squeezed some toothpaste out onto the wet brush. There was something uniquely erotic about sensing her saliva on my toothbrush as I brushed my own teeth. Intentionally calming down so as not to scrub furiously, but working quickly enough to ensure that she didn't have time to do anything rash, like get dressed, I nudged and wiggled and caressed my cock and balls to maintain my stiff erection while I brushed, lingering on the tongue longer than normal.

When I stepped back into the bedroom, it was my turn to crawl up on top of Nina, who was lying on her back, my shirt open enough to expose her complete nudity except for one covered tit. My fingers sampled her coarse pubic hair and the fragrant wetness it concealed as my mouth sampled her bare nipple and the surrounding breast tissue.

Scooting up further, I settled into her warm body, smiling as I looked through those large lenses into her darting brown eyes. Our minty-fresh mouths explored each other while our crotches got increasingly animated, grinding into each other's thighs. My hand would have been roughly kneading her breast and pulling her nipple if I hadn't intentionally held back, providing a softer touch. My presence of mind was pretty damn good before having had my morning coffee, if I do say so myself.

Rolling and writhing, squirming and squeezing, Nina and I made out hot and heavy for a few minutes. She was barely able to keep my shirt around her, the only thing teasingly preventing her from being completely naked — that and her sexy glasses.

Eventually sitting up on my thighs with me on my back, Nina lightly brushed my cock with her fingers, thumbs, palms, and knuckles. Paying attention to my balls with one hand, she pulled on my stalk with the other, stimulating the sensitive head. She held my pole upright, clenching it by the base and waving it back and forth like a metronome while I reached over to the nightstand beside the bed.

"Time for one of these," I said, dumping the condom box upside down. Being in the medical profession, seeing too many unplanned pregnancies and treating too many people for STIs, Nina insisted on safe sex, a sentiment I shared. One of last night's condoms was dry and dangling off the edge of the nightstand. It had taken every bit of willpower for me not to explode into it but instead calm things down for some sensual caressing and massaging and fingering of her pussy. She had given me quite an exquisite skin-on-skin handjob before we rolled on a second one to fill deep inside of her. That was the one that was against the lamp base, tied off with a healthy gob of liquidy jizz inside.

Nina snatched the new packet from my hand and made a show of slowly tearing it open. She didn't just roll the condom down the shaft of my dick — she caressed it down while still straddling me. Pinching and flipping the floppy end with her fingertips, it felt like she was trying to tuck the open end into my ball sac.

Pushing her glasses up her nose, she leaned forward, planting the palm of her free hand on the mattress beside me, beginning to glide the slit of her pussy along my shaft. Her shirt — my shirt — fell open; I don't know if she intended to offer those full, firm, bare, pointy-nippled titties to me, but I took advantage of their proximity and they were in my grasp within seconds.

My hips were bucking upwards, my raging boner and her slick slit stimulating each other. She reached down between us, grabbing my cock and working to seat the head into her opening. I felt the ecstasy of her warm, constricting tunnel sheathing me as she let out a breath upon scooting back. After pushing her glasses back up once again, she removed them, leaning over to set them on the nightstand.

"Hm-mm," I breathed, removing my hands from her tits to intercept her spectacles. I managed to set them on her nose and hook them over her ears while she slowly pumped on my cock. "Leave them on."

"They keep falling off when I'm facing down."

"I don't mind if you sit up." She adjusted, settling upright, sweeping her hair over her shoulders and down her back. "Oh, that's a great view."

Nina's hips swayed and bucked and gyrated and pumped as I began my steady upward thrusts. My shirt hung off her shoulders, slipping to catch on her arms, giving me a stunning view of her nudity. Her tits, now just barely within my reach, jiggled and bounced while her labia lewdly clenched and released my pulsing shaft, peeking out from within the damp fur between her thighs.

My hands roamed from her tits down her tummy to her hips, reaching around to grab handfuls of bouncing, clenching butt cheeks. My thumbs caressed the thatch of pussy hair while my palms caressed her thighs.

Our breathing increased as we fucked. Soon, I was sitting up, one arm around her waist, pulling her into me while she bounced on my lap. We found that we needed to slow down just a bit for our mouths to remain attached, tongues swirling around each other in a fit of aggressive French kisses.

We separated when we tried to roll, my dick popping out for a moment. But as soon as Nina was on her back with her legs wide in a welcoming spread, I leaned to hover over her, filling her once again, driving my cock back deep inside her vagina where it belonged. We huffed and panted and groaned into each other's necks and ears, fucking smoothly and steadily. Nina gave as good as she got, wrapping her legs around my waist and pumping upwards with vigor.

Just like the night before, I sensed the danger of cumming too soon, slowing down for some sensual kisses and breast play, then pulling out so I could scoot down and suck on those delicious nipples. I turned her away and spooned her, gliding my cock into her butt cheeks and lower back while cupping her breasts and bathing her neck and ear in wet kisses. Slithering my hand down past her tummy, I gathered and pulled gently on her pubes with my fingertips before sliding them through her slippery slit.

"Mmm, Nina, you feel so good," I breathed into her ear, masturbating her, pushing through the folds and dragging back upwards with my ring and middle fingers straddling the firm nub of her clitoris. I inserted those fingers into her warm, slick vagina, alternately digging deep and curling them. Her breathing became more and more erratic as I worked through a mix of all of these motions.

"Mmm, fuck, Sebastian, yes."

"If it will make you cum, I can keep going."

"Oh yes," she panted. "Uh, please."

"Mmm, Nina, you're so fucking sexy. And such a naughty nurse."

I kissed her ear, sucking on the lobe, and ran my lips and tongue over her neck and shoulder while continuing to masturbate her. I was on a mission to give her a satisfying morning orgasm, and it arrived two or three minutes later. Nina shook, shuddered, and squirmed, crying out in climax as I curled my fingers into her slippery vagina and pressed repeatedly on her clit.

In another repeat of the night before, Nina pulled the condom off to play with my bare cock. After her orgasm, she was keen to caress and stroke my dick and jack me off for a while, and I was keen to let her. My balls were quite happy with the way she paid plenty of attention to them, too.

"Definitely naughty," I told her as she rubbed my dick head on one nipple and then the other. I gathered a handful of her hair and stroked her cheek with my palm, holding her gaze.

"How's this for naughty?" she asked, then drooled a stream of saliva over the head and shaft and through her fingers, pushing her glasses up her nose again before jacking harder and faster.

"Oh, fuck, Nina, yes."

After the squishing sounds died down, she drooled again, her continued handjob once again turning from rough and sticky to smooth and slippery, soft and sensual.

Rolling around again, grinding into each other's thighs and making out passionately some more got us ready for another fuck. Nina grabbing my ass to pull me into her, fingernails sinking into my flesh while she breathed hotly into my ear, increased the urgency.

Without having yet had my morning coffee, another tough decision was in front of me. I really, really wanted to do Nina from behind, holding her silky hair and watching her ass ripple as I rammed against it. But I figured we didn't need to try for every position this morning on our second go at each other, because the way things were shaping up, I'd have plenty of opportunities for doggy style and more sometime in the near future. And those glasses really turned me on for some reason, so I decided to mount her again face to face.

Another condom unpackaged and rolled into place, I took the proper position between her open legs and lay on her, both of our hands guiding my cock into her. With moaning sighs, I bottomed out in her on the second plunge.

I realized Nina had shed my shirt at some point, so now she was completely naked under me, except of course for those sexy spectacles. Unencumbered by the sleeves of the shirt, my hands caressed and groped her shoulders, arms, and back while I locked eyes with her through her glasses and repeatedly pumped her full of cock.

With her legs drawn up at her sides and her hands kneading and slapping my ass to spur me on, Nina rolled and thrust her hips, her breaths short, squeaky, and full of "uh"s and "ah"s and "fuck"s and "yes"es until she grunted and quaked in an evident second orgasm.

It wasn't long before my climax arrived. I tried to keep eye contact, but I was shuddering so hard that I ended up howling into her neck and hair as my orgasm hit, spewing pulse after satisfying pulse of semen, muscles weakening as I collapsed on her.

In another surprising moment of clarity, I rolled off her to keep from crushing her after a few final pumps and gushes. We spent quite a few minutes calming our breathing and caressing each other. Nina was keen to fondle my cock even while it was deflating, my cum leaking from the condom as she detached it. She had no problem getting her fingers coated with my slimy ejaculate.

I made coffee while she got ready for her departure. Dressed and in the kitchen — Nina with her glasses put away and her contacts back in — we talked about the night and morning we just shared as we sipped our coffees. We agreed that it was a great experience, one that we were open to repeating, but didn't want to make any promises before we had time to process it. With no regrets, we pondered what the conversations would be like among our friends when they undoubtedly found out that we had hooked up. And we laughed as I admitted the truth of her observation: I really did get turned on by the “naughty nurse” look of her in her glasses.

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It's been two weeks since that time Nina spent the night in my bed. We've kept in touch via flirty text messages, definitely having no second thoughts, open to seeing where things go. I'm sitting in my apartment catching up on bills before heading out to dinner and live music with friends. My phone dings, with Nina's contact info floating on the lock screen for a few seconds.

"I'm here," the message says, including a winking emoji. "OK if I’m early?" I have offered to drive to the venue, since we'll likely be out late, parking will suck, and I'm a gentleman.

I send back the surprised-face emoji. I thought she'd be here closer to eight o'clock, and it's not even seven thirty.

When I swing the door open after hearing her knock, time stops for a moment. We exchange knowing smiles before she steps forward, greeting me with a simple, "Hi, Sebastian." As Nina pushes past me into my apartment, she gives me a wink. Through her glasses.