Edna stood on the back patio and looked up at the house.
The thing was bigger than she thought it would be. The second-floor windows were dark behind drawn curtains. The patio lamp had not been switched on. An owl hooted once from over by the property line and there was a sharp loud rustle in the bushes behind her.
When it was night, everything seemed more scary.
She drew her cardigan tighter around the front of the costume she was wearing.
She would have killed for a cigarette. The pack was in the car where she had left it, and going back for it now would mean walking past the hedge twice more, which was two times too many.
She reminded herself she had chosen to come over here. She was here for Leo.
She shook off her shiver and reached for the doorknob.
The door was unlocked, as promised. She let herself in.
…
The hallway stretched before her like a long, dark throat swallowing what little light reached it from behind. Shadows pooled thick along the baseboards and clung to the walls in oily smears, as if the house itself were breathing slow and shallow, waiting for her to commit. A faint metallic smell drifted on the air.
She took the first step. The hardwood under her heel gave a sharp, lonely creak that cut through the silence like a bone snapping. She held perfectly still afterward and listened. Nothing answered. Not yet.
'Why is this so goddamn scary?'
She thought about The Shining. She had watched it years ago on a cold, rainy night, alone in her apartment with every light burning and the volume low. The scene in the long Overlook Hotel hallway replayed in her head. The slow, building dread as the camera glided forward over that endless carpet, the walls pressing in like they were alive. Then the elevator doors in the distance parting with a ding that still made her stomach drop.
A sudden, violent explosion of blood, thick, bright arterial red, roaring out in a massive wave. It slammed down the hallway with horrifying force, crashing against the walls, flooding the carpet in a foaming, rising tide of gore that sprayed and pulsed like it would never stop. The sheer volume of it, the wet, heavy sounds it made as it surged forward. The blood kept coming, higher and higher, until it seemed the whole hotel would drown in it.
She thought about it now, and the memory felt too close, too real, like the house had pulled the scene straight out of her head and stretched it down this hallway just for her. The hallway seemed extra long now.
She took the second step. The third. The fourth. A board creaked overhead.
It is worth saying, at this point, that the walk between the back door and the first door on the right was about five feet of hallway. Edna's heart rate had no idea.
The doorknob was brass. She turned it.
The room behind it was a guest bedroom. King-size bed against the far wall in white linen. A dark wooden dresser along the left wall with a small lamp on a nearby stand. Heavy cream curtains.
Leo was not in it.
She stepped inside and closed the door with a soft click. The cardigan came off and went over the back of the chair. She sat on the edge of the bed, got back up, paced once around the rug, sat back down. There was nothing to do but wait.
…
Leo was currently sneaking his way through the kitchen.
The dinner with Manjula had gone fine. The chicken curry she had promised him on Monday had been excellent, and his made-up excuse for his injuries had landed well enough — she had calmed down by the time the plates were empty. The peace had lasted about ten minutes, until he had told her he needed to go out tonight for a quick work thing. She had not taken that well. She had insisted he stay home and rest, given the side. He had said it was light work, a short visit, and he would be resting right after, just not here. She had pushed. He had held the line. She had finally relented with the kind of sigh that said she would be revisiting the conversation in the morning.
That left him with the window he needed. Manjula was upstairs and would stay upstairs. She was not the type to wander Leo's house opening doors that did not belong to her without explicit permission. As long as whatever happened downstairs stayed quiet, the cover would hold.
He walked along the hallway to the guest bedroom and opened the door.
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Edna looked up from the floor.
Relief moved across her face in two stages, the first the recognition of him, the second the realization that she had been holding her breath. She let it out. She did not get up.
"Hot stuff," she said. "You really took your time."
"Edna."
Leo closed the door behind him and turned the small lock at the bottom of the knob.
She was on her knees at the foot of the bed. He did not know why she was on the floor instead of the bed.
The costume was a white shift dress with a high collar that fastened around the back of her neck, the front a row of white buttons down to a hem that stopped well above the knee. The kind of Halloween costume that was sold as "Sexy Nurse."
Her chest was straining the panels in a way that had a small embroidered red cross sitting just above her cleavage and looking like it was being lifted by the tide. Her stockings were black, sheer, ending mid-thigh in a band of lace. Her shoes were red, four-inch, glossy.
"Did you put this on just for me?"
"Of course I did. You like it?"
"I do. Maybe this can help the healing effect you were telling me about."
She laughed at him, soft, and pushed up off the floor. She crossed to him in four short steps and took his hand in both of hers.
"Sit. Let me look at you."
She led him to the side of the bed. He sat down. She lifted the front of his shirt and helped him work it off over the bad arm and then the good one. When the shirt was off, the bruise was visible end to end.
"You are going to a doctor in the morning. Are we clear?"
"I'll go."
She nodded once, satisfied, and reached for the first aid kit she had brought, which had been sitting on the dresser. Ice pack, roll of bandage, her own small pair of nursing scissors. She pressed the ice pack gently against the worst of the bruise with her palm flat over it.
'I wonder what the kids, well besides Bart, are doing in that school for her to have this all on hand and prepared,' wondered Leo.
"Lie back."
He lay back.
She got up onto the bed.
She stood up over him with one foot planted on either side of his waist, heels pressing soft into the linen, and looked down at him. From where he was, looking up the length of his own torso, he could see the high line of her stockings, the band of bare thigh above them, and most of her panties.
"Don't look up my dress, my patient."
She lowered down to a slow kneel and settled across his hips, the costume bunching at her waist.
She kept the ice pack against his ribs with her left hand and worked the bandage under his lower back with her right, wrapping with the efficiency of a woman who had wrapped a torso before.
While she worked, she felt him. She paused mid-wrap and looked down between them.
"…Hot stuff."
"Hmm."
"Someone got excited."
She finished the wrap and tied it off. She set the ice pack down. Her hands moved to the waistband of his sweatpants. Her eyes stayed on his.
"Are you going to be a good patient for me."
"Yes."
"Good answer."
Edna's fingers hooked into the waistband of his sweatpants and dragged them down his thighs with deliberate slowness, freeing his hard cock so it sprang up thick and flushed against his stomach. She licked her lips, eyes dark with hunger.
"Look at you… already leaking for your nurse."
She rose up on her knees just enough to reach behind her neck and unfasten the high collar of the white shift dress. One by one she popped the buttons open down the front, the fabric parting like a curtain until only a single button at her waist remained fastened. The dress hung open wide, the entire middle of her chest completely exposed in a deep, teasing valley of skin. Her heavy, swaying breasts were framed obscenely by the open edges of the costume, the inner curves and generous underboob on full display, but the fabric still clung just enough at the sides to barely cover her large pink nipples.
Leo stared up at her from the mattress, helpless and throbbing. The sight was obscene. Edna towering over him in the half-open nurse costume, black stockings still clinging to her thick thighs, red heels digging into the sheets, those enormous breasts hanging heavy above his face like ripe fruit. The deep cleavage and exposed chest made his mouth water; the dress was so open that the slightest shift threatened to spill her nipples free, but they stayed hidden just beneath the edges of the fabric, the tease driving him insane.
She reached between her legs, hooked her fingers under the panties, and slid them down, kicking them off one heel. Then she wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking him once, twice, smearing the bead of pre-cum over the swollen head.
"Gonna ride you nice and slow. Can't have you hurting those ribs…"
She lined him up and sank down in one long, wet glide. The tight heat of her pussy swallowed him to the root, slick. A low, throaty moan tore from her throat as she bottomed out, her inner walls clenching around his cock.
From below, Leo had the perfect view. Her huge tits swaying heavily above his chest, the open dress fluttering around her waist.
Edna planted one hand flat on his uninjured side for balance and the other on the headboard. Then she began to ride. Slow, rolling grinds at first, lifting and dropping with controlled precision so the fat head of his cock dragged along her g-spot on every stroke.
Her breasts bounced and swayed in rhythm, the heavy flesh moving under the open costume, the edges of the dress slipping dangerously but never quite revealing her nipples fully. Every time she sank down, her tits clapped softly against her ribcage with a wet, fleshy sound that made Leo's cock twitch inside her.
"Fuck… look at you," she breathed, voice husky. "Staring at my big tits while I fuck you. You love this, don't you? Love being pinned under your sexy nurse with my dress still half on like a dirty little patient."
She leaned forward just enough that the open front of the costume brushed his lips, the deep exposed cleavage hovering so close. "Suck it through the fabric if you want, baby. Gentle."
He obeyed, latching onto the thin material right over one hidden nipple and sucking hard enough to make her gasp. Edna's hips stuttered, then picked up speed, the wet sounds of her pussy sliding up and down his shaft filling the room. Her free hand reached down to rub tight circles over her clit, the motion making her tits jiggle even more under the barely-covering dress.
The open costume fluttered around her waist with every roll of her hips, the single button straining but holding. Leo couldn't look away from the way those heavy tits moved.
She kept riding him like that, slow and deliberate, letting him feel every inch of her pussy while her enormous breasts swayed hypnotically overhead, the half-open nurse outfit turning the whole scene into the most teasing roleplay he'd ever experienced.
The knock at the door came from very close on the other side of the door.
Three soft taps. Then a voice, quiet.
"Hello?"
Manjula.
Leo froze under Edna. His good hand was pinned palm-flat against the linen by his hip to take the weight off his ribs, and his bad side could not lift. He could not reach Edna's mouth.
His eyes locked on hers instead. Edna's eyes were bright and her cheeks were flushed and the corner of her mouth was doing something that was definitely not a frown.
The upstairs bedrooms were fully soundproofed. The downstairs guest rooms were not.
The knock came again. "Hello?"
Manjula had finished the dishes upstairs and come down for a refill of her water glass. She was not sure she had heard a sound. When out of the soundproofed rooms the house creaked at night the way every old house creaked.
She was just saying hello like a person would in an empty house so they could be relieved when they heard no response.
She wasn't even sure if this was where the sound had come from.
This was actually the second door she had checked like this tonight.
She tried the knob. The knob did not turn.
She stood there for a long three seconds.
Edna's hips, very slowly, started to move again.
He stared up at her. He shook his head once. Hard.
She winked at him.
She did not stop. If anything, she moved more deliberately, the small careful grind done with the full knowledge that there was someone standing six feet away on the other side of a door who would absolutely hear the bed frame if Edna decided to let the bed frame make any sound.
Luckily, she kept the bed frame quiet. Her hand on the headboard held the headboard still.
She reached up with her free hand and undid the small clasp at the back of her own neck, then popped the final button at her waist. The white shift dress slid off her shoulders completely and she shrugged it away, tossing it aside so she was suddenly gloriously naked. Her huge breasts hung free and heavy above him, large pink nipples glistening.
She kept moving. Even faster now, risking the faintest creak of the bed, her soaked pussy making obscene wet sounds as she rode him harder. Her enormous tits swung heavily with every roll of her hips, nipples brushing his chest and leaving damp trails. The danger had her dripping; her inner walls fluttered and squeezed around his cock like she was milking him.
Now fully naked, Edna bounced on his cock with shameless abandon, her massive breasts jiggling wildly with every downward thrust. The sight from below was overwhelming. Her flushed face, those huge, soft tits bouncing and slapping together as she fucked him right there with Manjula only feet away.
Her thick thighs flexed as she lifted and dropped, taking him to the hilt again and again, her bare pussy gripping him tight while her heavy breasts swayed pendulously overhead. Leo could only lie there and watch her ride him completely exposed, nipples hard as diamonds, the soft flesh of her tits rippling with every bounce.
Manjula made a small uncertain sound on the other side of the door.
"…Yeah. It's probably nothing."
Her footsteps moved back up the hallway, slow, the water glass clinking faintly against the wall once on the way. They reached the stairs, went up, got quieter.
Edna leaned down until her forehead was against his good shoulder, her heavy breasts squishing warm and soft against his chest.
"…Edna."
"Mm."
"You wanted her to hear you."
"Who was it?"
"Probably one of the wives of the business clients that was staying here that I was telling you about. I'm not sure why she's walking around though. Probably heard some sounds."
Edna let out a low, raspy chuckle that vibrated against his skin, dry and full of wicked amusement. "Oh, that's just perfect," she purred, voice smoky. "One of your business clients' wives right outside the door? Lord, Leo… you really know how to make a night interesting. Maybe I shouldn't have held the headboard so tight. Poor thing probably hasn't heard sounds like this since her wedding night."
'You say it like I planned for her to come down here.' Leo said to himself.
She did not get off him.
Instead she sat up straight again, hands braced on the headboard, and started fucking him in earnest. Now completely naked, her full, curvy body on full display as she bounced hard on his cock.
"Oh fuck… I'm gonna come," she whispered, voice shaking.
She ground her clit against the base of his cock in tight circles, her walls clamping down hard. Her head fell back, mouth open in a silent cry, and she came hard — shuddering, pulsing around him, a fresh gush of wetness flooding his dick.
She didn't stop. She kept riding him through her climax, slower but deeper, milking every last flutter while her naked tits swayed heavily above him.
"Your turn, hot stuff," she purred, leaning down so her tits hung right over his face again. "Fill your nurse up. Come inside me."
Leo groaned, hips twitching uselessly beneath her as the pressure finally snapped. He came hard, pulsing deep inside her clenching heat, thick ropes of cum flooding her pussy while she kept rolling her hips in lazy circles.
Only when he was spent and twitching did she finally slow, still seated fully on his cock, her soaked pussy fluttering around the last weak spurts.
She rolled off him onto the linen with a long satisfied exhale. Her breasts were still bare, nipples shiny and soft now, heavy tits spreading slightly with gravity. The red shoes had come off at some point and were near the foot of the bed.
Leo turned his head to look at her.
"Edna."
"Mm-hmm."
"Put the costume back on."
"What."
"Put it back on. The way it was."
She lifted her arm off her eyes and squinted at him.
"You are joking."
"I am not joking. I want to see you fall asleep with it on."
"Maybe you do belong in Springfield. You actually are a very strange man."
She groaned, levered herself up, and pulled the costume back over her shoulders. She did about half the buttons and gave up, leaving the dress gaping open so her big, flushed breasts still peeked out. She left the stockings on the floor.
"There. Happy."
"Very happy."
She fell asleep in seconds.
Leo lay next to her. The new bandage held. Manjula was upstairs. Edna was here in half a nurse outfit, her cum and his still leaking slowly down her thigh.
Edna would need to be gone before dawn. He would need to wake up early.
He closed his eyes.
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[A/N]: More NSFW photos in the discord. code/link in books bio
[A/N] (2): okok, back to back close call moments. I'll take a break from them for a bit now.