It was the most sudden orgasm of her life, and one of the best.
Paula is a part time nurse in a doctors surgery, a GP practice. Aged fifty-two she is still slim and fit, maybe not a head turner but if looked at there is a nice body under her light blue scrubs. 34C cups help, but she is only five feet five so they are prominent in the scrubs.
The divorce went her way, the kids were upset that dad left for a much younger woman and only visited Paula, not him. It's not as if the sex was awful either, twice a week more or less and satisfying. Friends thought he was mad.
With the NHS pay being less than the best, Paula did two or three shifts a week as a contract nurse in a walk-in centre. It paid much better. It was always hard to arrange an “office” Christmas party in December and so this year it was very early. Friday the first of December.
Just before they closed, a late patient had kept Paula from the festivities as they began, so she was about an hour behind the rest when she started drinking, she could walk home in twenty five minutes so for this shift she walked in. There were several drinks lined up for her in the staff lounge so she began to catch up.
Paula had not had sex with another person for around three years now, and the fit young footballer that was the last patient had got her hot. Even professional female nurses are still women, even if they can't show it at work.
The food went fast, there was not a lot so as to leave little or no waste. The wine lasted a little longer and eventually it was time to clear up and go.
Vince worked nights as a cleaner. The half Nigerian half scouser was twenty two and did a good job, he had happily left the lounge for last and it was agreed to save him a can of lager. Having no need to rush home Paula stayed to help clear up the extra mess.
Vince noted Paula wasn't drinking as the last coworker left. “No more wine!” Paula said.
“Wanna bet? Watch!” Vince replied, and proceeded to remove the bag from one of the wine cartons. Folding up and squeezing the bag produced another glass full and he then started on another carton.
“Yep, ought to have thought of that myself really,” Paula said as she put more paper plates into a bin bag. “Are you into the season and all that stuff Vince?”
"Take it or leave it really; lot of fuss over giving people stuff that you can do anytime, same as parties really, I mean, why not celebrate Wednesday afternoon or the first of a month? If you wanna drink, drink!” Vince replied non-judgementally.
“Ahh yes but then there is the seasonal theme, after all this was a Christmas party, you know, jingle bells and mistletoe etc.”
“Yep I know,” Vince went on, “but if you're gonna kiss someone just kiss 'em, why make an excuse of having some plant handy?” the cleaner responded as Paula had another deep sip from her glass.
“Maybe there are times when someone needs an excuse for a kiss; relationships start under mistletoe sometimes, like when a shy person gets a chance like that,” she said, not quite slurring her words.
“Maybe,” Vince said as he squirted cleaner onto a table top, “but it's not worth it, just a peck on the cheek. Whoever gave a tongue wrestling snog under that stuff with too many onlookers.”
Sitting on a chair, Paula responded, “I suppose it's about who you kiss, and sometimes there is no one else around anyway.” She finished another glass of wine. Vince squeezed another bag for her and went back to the table he was wiping.