We Had a Crazy Fuck with a Nurse

Hi. My name is Ufuk. I’m 24 years old, originally from Ankara, but I’m in Antalya for school. I’m 1.78 meters tall, weigh 70 kilograms, have a dark complexion, am quite handsome, and I’m someone who never enjoys complacency or arrogance. Because my family is financially well-off, I live a comfortable life here. I also have my own car. In a place like Antalya, it’s truly impossible to live without one. As someone who loves to travel, I constantly visit Antalya’s natural wonders and tourist attractions on weekends.

About three months ago, a friend named Murat, whom I’m close with, called me from Ankara. Remembering Hal, he told me he had a girlfriend working as a nurse at a private hospital in Kemer. Her name was Celine, she was 21, and that I should meet her. Murat had previously spoken to Celine on the phone, and Celine had told him she was bored in Kemer and couldn’t travel. After that, Murat mentioned me, and I told him I’d been to Antalya, that I enjoyed traveling, that I was a trustworthy person, and that we should meet. After Selin agreed, Murat called me. At first, I didn’t want to meet with Celine: “Murat, son, don’t confuse me; she’ll get angry or something,” I said. When Murat said Selin was worth seeing, I agreed.

I asked for Celine’s phone number and called. “Hello, I’m Ufuk, I have your Murat number…” when he said, “Is this the horizon of Antalya?” Dalgakıran. “Yes.” I told him. Selin said, “Murat has told me a lot about you. If you’re free, come to Kemer, we’ll meet and spend time together.” Dalgakıran. This was already on the weekend: “I’m free. If you’re free, I’ll be in Kemer in an hour with my preparations.” I said. Celine had an evening shift, so she worked nights. “Okay, come on, you can pick me up from the hut.” She told me. I knew Kemer, but I wasn’t familiar with the area. She gave me directions to a place called Kuzdere. “Okay, I’ll find her, I’ll be with you at 2:00 PM,” I said. So I left. When I arrived in Kemer, I asked for Kuzdere at one of the gas stations. I found her in the directions and waited in front of the hut. I was really curious about what kind of person Celine was. Murat said Selin was a beautiful girl.

As I approached, someone appeared at the door. Believe me, I couldn’t believe my eyes. The sight shocked me. She was tall, fair-skinned, and perfectly balanced. Her black skirt, which sat an inch above her knees, accentuated the prominence of her hips, the roundness of her hips, and the sheer beauty of her hips. The patterned socks on her feet worked wonders. She wore a white shirt, one button undone at the top. Her breasts stood out, full and untouched, as if they had never been touched before. Her high heels made her look informal. Her hair was tousled over her shoulders in the gentle breeze. Celine was a very beautiful woman.

I couldn’t stay here. I’m also very handsome and a great caretaker, but I was still very worried she wouldn’t like it. Finally, she reached the car, staring at me before sitting down. “Ufuk?” Breakwater. “Yes.” With that, she got in. Her tight skirt had lifted a little, her legs were milky, very well-groomed, and very attractive. “Me again, Ufuk, hello!” I said. “I’m Celine, it’s nice to meet you,” she said. I was thrilled. I’d never seen her like this before, and I hesitated because I didn’t know her temperament and character. Celine must have understood this; she wanted me to be comfortable. But I can’t be like this. She said to Celine, “You want me to be comfortable, but I can’t stand it.” I asked. “Why?” she asked. “It’s because of your wonderful image!” I said. She thanked her: “You’re even more beautiful than I thought!” Dalgakıran. Murat must have told me a little that Celine had also fallen for this prejudice. I thanked him.

She asked me where we were going. “Where did you like this?” I said. “I don’t know these places…” she said. I knew Kemer, Çamyuva, and Göynük very well, and secondly, I took her to Butterfly Valley. Celine and I had a rather informal conversation. That day, I didn’t get too close to Selin so as not to scare her; I left her at home again. She told me she was very happy and had a great day. I said, “It was because of you!” After that, I sent a subtle message. She smiled sadly, and we parted ways.

When I returned to Antalya, I texted Selin, “I was so happy for you!” No reply. While I waited anxiously, a message finally arrived: “Sorry I replied late, I was getting ready for my shift.” I was very pleased when she told me. Another message arrived: “You were on my mind, and I was thinking about that day.” Tomorrow was Sunday, I was free again, and while I was trying to figure out how to talk to Celine about it, another message came from Celine: “When will you be back?” So, I immediately said, “Tomorrow!” I sent it. Celine expressed her delight in the responses she received. When I asked where she wanted to go tomorrow, Selin said, “Antalya, Side.” That was it. “Okay!” I said. We agreed to meet at 9:00 on Sunday, but our texts weren’t consistent; we thanked each other constantly, but we started showing some respectful interest. Celine was new to Kemer, so she didn’t know anyone and didn’t have a boyfriend. If I’d let them, they would have caught her in no time. And I had no intention of stopping. We texted until Sunday morning, when Celine was on night duty and I was in bed at night.

Sunday morning, I was waiting for Celine at the cabin. Céline appeared at the door again, looking stunning. That day, she was wearing a loose, yet not tight, skirt that was above her knees. I think she must have felt uncomfortable in the car yesterday, so she opted for a loose skirt. She didn’t have any patterned socks on; her feet were smoother than I’d imagined, as beautiful as pillars. And she was wearing a tight blue shirt, her chest practically visible. When she got in, she smelled so sweetly perfumed that I could practically smell it. This time, we said to each other, “Good morning, my dear!” We greeted each other with kisses on the cheeks, “We’re more intimate now,” we said.

Céline’s bare legs were beside me, making my penis rise, and I felt embarrassed. Because my gaze was focused on the road, Céline looked around freely and was definitely aware of my device’s movement. There were spotters on the road we were walking. Since my plane couldn’t land, I had to stop to recover. We stopped next to one of the spotters, ate gözleme (a flatbread), drank tea, and continued on our way. Céline’s beautiful white, well-maintained legs were beside me again, and her skirt had lifted a little. My penis began to rise. We have now reached Manavgat.

After visiting Manavgat Waterfalls, Celine’s insomnia caught my attention, and she left her night shift. “You’re sleeping, can I take you home if you want?” I said. “No need, I’ll get rid of this.” She said. “No, I won’t do that…” I said. But it would be a long time before we got back to Kemer: “If you want, my house in Antalya is right next to mine, I’ll hang out downstairs, and you can sleep.” I said. She laughed. “That’s not working!” she said. I had to calm her down, thinking about what it would mean to invite her over. She said, “Yeah, yeah, I’ll hang out downstairs, and you can sleep for a bit!” I said. “No, then you’re leaving too!” I was so excited. But Celine added, “Go sit in another room, I’ll sleep in another room!” “Okay!” I said.

When I got into the elevator, I suddenly wanted to attack her right there because I could feel her breath on my floor. When we reached the floor, we got off the elevator and went into the house. Celine must have been so tired that she went straight to bed on the Czech yacht. I made her coffee and brought it to her. I discovered beer for myself. Celine was imagining a magnificent painting before me. She always asked me if I drank alcohol. “No, I rarely buy it,” I said. I gave it to her, but she never drank it. Now I was out of beer too. “Can I stay in this room and watch you sleep?” I asked. Celine said, “No, go to another room!” Celine said, “Okay, okay, stay here!” I was excited and sat down next to her. She said, “Do you want to lie on my lap?” I said. Celine’s interest in me grew, I could tell by her gaze; she smiled as she looked into my eyes. Celine lay down with her head on my lap. I was on the verge of going crazy; I couldn’t stand it. Celine’s skirt was carefully chosen, staring at her calves. Her feet were practically saying, “Come and eat me, make me bloat, bite me, take me out.”

At one point, I started stroking Celine’s hair. It was a pause. Celine said, “Wait a minute, what are you doing?” I was standing innocently, my neck bent in shame. Celine said, “Pat, my dear, she got angry right away…” She started talking and holding hands. She told Celine, “I’ve been mad at you since the first moment I saw you, I’m crazy. Don’t you understand?” I said. Celine said, “If I didn’t understand, I wouldn’t be with you right now!” She straightened up, and our lips suddenly closed. It was impossible to separate our lips. Celine’s lips were so warm, I was sucking on her upper lip, her lower lip. Sometimes I even reached so far into my mouth that I almost swallowed my tongue. I quickly walked over to Celine and licked every inch of her neck, sucking gently to avoid bruising. But I had bruises on this side because they were below her neck and the back of her head. Celine went crazy underneath me, stroking my hair…

It was time for Celine’s breasts. I unbuttoned only two buttons of my shirt, and my breasts were waiting so close, their tips pointed and ready to be pulled back freely. It was clear she hadn’t been tempted by this before. Celine said, “Come on, man, kill them!” I was in no rush. I took off my shirt and threw it away, my shirt was bare. Celine wanted to lick me. As I leaned over her chest, she dug her burning lips into my shoulders. I placed Celine’s hands under her head, her breasts pressed tightly together, taking turns taking my nipples into her mouth, while with my other hand, I caressed and squeezed Celine’s other breast. The flow was going wild beneath me. I licked her breasts for a while, and at one point, I even sucked them into her mouth like a vacuum cleaner. It was time to go down; I had to blush at those magnificent feet, but not in any of the hidden places. I meant the edges of her pussy and just below it…

Licking her breasts, I reached for Celine’s panties. I didn’t take her skirt off because it was sexier. I reached up to her waist, slowly removed my panties, and as I did so, I kissed, sniffed, and licked everything in sight. Celine’s moans intensified: “Come on, what are you waiting for? Come in now!” she demanded. I couldn’t resist, but I had to satisfy Selin. I removed her panties completely. Her pussy was flawless and so small, it was clear I was going to kiss Celine until she burst into tears. Since I had removed her panties, I kissed her feet, starting with her toes, gently nipping at them, caressing them all the way to the bottom. Celine closed her eyes: “Please, I’m begging you, wear this now!” I pleaded, completely ecstatic until I reached her gorgeous, tight little pussy.

I licked her pussy like crazy, kneading her prominent hips with both hands. At one point, I even squeezed her hips tightly and gently pressed my head against her pussy. Celine was crazy; she immediately took off my pants and panties. She took my balls in her mouth, licking them as if she were swallowing them. She was so good with her tongue, she licked my cock like crazy. She took my cock in her mouth and squeezed it so hard that I almost came. I quickly laid Celine down on the bed, soaking her pussy with my saliva. My cock was already coming out of Celine’s mouth, dripping wet. Celine said, “Please calm down!” She said she was a little scared because her pussy was so small…

Celine’s legs were spread wide and I placed the head of my cock in her pussy. I couldn’t wait to take it now. Then I pressed it down on her head. Celine hugged me tightly, spreading it apart. With another movement, I took my cock in half. Celine’s pussy was on fire. I’d never seen such a tight pussy. Believe me, it was very difficult to get in. But my cock was also a normal length. This excited me even more. By slow, I mean I was now basically going in and out. Celine was beside herself with rage, tears welling up in her eyes as she screamed. I repeated the same move once more, gripping her elastic hips tightly and pulling Celine to me. Celine screamed with pleasure so much that I felt a warm feeling from making her so happy. I worked my way in and out of her pussy for about ten minutes. Celine wasn’t in the mood anymore, so I couldn’t take it anymore; I didn’t want to cum anymore. When she asked me to come, I hesitated. Celine said, “Don’t be afraid, honey, I’ll take the morning-after pill!” After all, she was a nurse; she could handle it…

I erupted like a volcano in Selina. Celine had an orgasm too, and she hugged me tightly. That day, I kissed Celine again, but I didn’t want to tire her out too much, because she was already exhausted and sleep-deprived. Now, we meet every weekend, and sometimes during the week, focusing on kissing like crazy.