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FanFic
The Richard Dawson Experience
Last UpDated: 31 August 2001.
Site Copyright © 2000-2001. Lisa Inc., All Rights Reserved.
Story Copyright © 2001. Rhonda "StuntChick36" Inc., All Rights Reserved.
RICHARD TAKES A TURN
FOR THE NURSE
Vicki has grown up around Hollywood superstars, therefore she's hardly impressed with their "star attitudes." She's seen many popular stars like Farrah Fawcett and Bo Derek shopping or having lunch with their agents.
Her father is a executive vice-president with a major motion picture studio and her mother is a publicist for the William Morris Agency. They have provided everything for their daughter; a home filled with love, creature comforts, and financial security.
Vicki's parents moved the family to Beverly Hills before she started her junior year at USC. This didn't upset the young 20-something at all after she discovered that she was in a very hip and cool neighborhood; Dick Martin from "Laugh-In" lived across the street, Richard Dawson lived next door, and Stiller and Mirra lived a couple doors down.
The summer leading into her senior year of school proved to be the greatest of her whole life.
It all started when she was sunning herself on the back patio. Her mother didn't really like the idea of her laying out in full view of the English bachelor next door. Vicki told her several times to relax and not to worry. As a matter of fact, Richard and Vicki have become good friends since they moved in.
As she lies on her back, she hears a door opening and closing in the near vicinity.
"Hello, Vicki," comes a voice with a hint of English charm.
"Hi ya, Rick!" she answers with enthusiasm. She called him 'Rick' one day by accident and he thought it was cute, so he lets her and only her call him by that name.
"Soakin' up the warm sun, I see."
"Yeah," she says, "I don't wanna go back to school and look ghost pale, you know."
"Right."
An idea pops into his head as he looks at her. "Why don't you come on over? I was gonna lay out myself. We can talk and get to know each other a little better. You know, like neighbors do."
"Oh, gosh," she begins, "I'd love to. But my mom's still home. She doesn't want me tanning alone-"
"Well," he says with a grin, "you won't be alone. I'll be right here."
She laughs. "No, no. She doesn't want me to flaunt myself around you."
"Oh, yes. Mustn't do that. Might turn me on or somethin,'" he jokes, twisting the end of his brown moustache.
Vicki lifts her shades and looks at the French doors. "She'll be leaving for work in a couple of minutes. Once she leaves, I'll come over."
Richard kindly smiles at her. "Ok. I'll leave the front door open for you."
After she hears her mother start her car and leave the driveway, Vicki grabs her towel and heads next door. She knows that if her mother ever found out that she was alone with Richard, she would have a conniption.
She walks through the foyer and the parlor before she gets to the patio. Outside she sees him stretched out on the deck of his in-ground pool. She watches him for a moment from inside, admiring the way his chest moves when he breathes.
"It's so unfair, Rick. You are the kindest and most handsome man I know, and you are alone."
The sound of her opening the door gets his attention and he looks up.
"Oh," he says, "I thought you'd forgotten about me."
She smiles. "No. My mom took forever doing her hair. Sorry."
He sits up and moves over to a lounge, offering her one. She's examines his physique discreetly, trying not to look too obvious. He's not too toned, not too chubby, just right for cuddling up with. And he's got the world's greatest tan! His moustache is bleaching nicely in the southern Cali sun, as is his long wavy locks. They lay down and begin chatting right away.
"Can you rub it on me?" she asks him, holding out a bottle of suntan lotion.
His head shoots up, "Excuse me?"
"Suntan lotion. Can you rub some on me?"
A sheepish smile creeps across his face; he thought she meant something else. "Of course, love."
He takes the bottle from her and pours a little of the oil into his hands. He slowly applies it to her back, admiring the scent.
"Rather nice bouquet," he says.
"Yeah. Paradise passion flower, I think."
He's never touched her before, except of course when they shook hands when they were introduced.
"You got soft hands, you know that?" she asks him, enjoying his gentle touch.
He goes into his Paul Lynde impression, "Well, I soak my hands every night."
She laughs. "I thought there was somthing funny about you."
She turns around to face him, allowing him to do the front if he wanted. He looks interested, but stops himself.
"You better do this part, darlin'. I am a gentleman."
Vicki smiles as she takes the bottle and rubs some of the lotion on her chest and legs. Then she lays down.
"So," he begins, "what's your lofty ambition in life? What do you wanna do?"
"Well, let's see. I'm going to USC for nursing. I'd really like to work in the E.R."
"That's great. It's a very important job."
"This is gonna sound silly, but how about you? What do you wanna do next?"
He thinks hard, then says, "I wanted to be one of the Rockettes this season, but my mother disapproved."
She starts to laugh and he looks at her very seriously. "What's so funny?"
"Sorry... I just pictured you in one of those revealing costumes and doing high kicks!"
Richard starts to laugh, "Yeah, I'd look god-awful in sequins, wouldn't I?"
They lay there and share a laugh. "But seriously, back to your question," he says, "I'll be appearing on a tv show next week and I'm playing a doctor."
"Far out! Hey, you need a nurse?"
He smiles. "If I do, I'll give you a call."
They continue to lie there until lunch. They go inside and he makes a nice light lunch for them both. Thinking that they have discussed everything under the sun, they surprise themselves by engaging in another conversation. They both got to know each other really well during the course of her visit.
He really enjoyed having her over. Vicki is the first woman he's ever known who is intelligent, strong-willed, level headed, and not afraid to speak up for herself. She also found him to be intelligent, warm, and irresistibly charming. Both of them could feel a chemistry forming between them.
As mid-afternoon approaches, Vicki heads back over to her house. Hopefully her mother won't get suspicious.
Around mid-morning the following week, Vicki receives a phone call from a familiar voice.
"Hello?"
"Hi Vicki, it's Richard. Have you got a couple of minutes?"
"Sure. What's up?"
He lowers his voice, making himself sound very sexy, "Oh, nothin'. Daydreamin', I guess. What are you up to?"
His tone could melt the ice off the Arctic Circle. She playfully answers, "The same. Just sitting by the pool again."
"Mmm. I wish I was there. Hey, guess what?"
"What?"
"I did a very sneaky thing. I sort of 'barrowed' a costume from the studio and no one knows I have it."
"Oooh." She decides to be a little frisky, too. "Do you want me to punish you?"
He laughs. "No. Well, maybe. That's why I called. I was wondering if you were interested in... helping me try on that doctor outfit. Maybe even... play a little 'doctor', too."
Her whole body went hot. Richard wanted to play doctor with her! She tries to say something, but only stutters.
"Uh...... um...."
Again, he makes his voice soft and sexy. "Please, nurse. I've got a patient who needs help breaking a very high fever."
She gives in, playing along with his act. "What time should I see this 'patient'?"
"How 'bout in a half hour?"
"Perfect."
"Ok. I gotta go. I'll see ya in the B.R."
"B.R.?"
"Bedroom. Another name for my 'operating room,'" he says with a small giggle. "See you soon."
"Ok. Bye."
"Bye."
She can't believe what just happened. She hurries upstairs and changes her clothes.
In her room, she kept watching for Richard to pull in his driveway. She could hardly wait to see him in that uniform, not to mention see him out of it.
When she sees him get home, she races downstairs and outside to greet him.
"Hi," she says.
He looks a little surprised, but smiles. "You got over here in an awful hurry."
He hands her the keys to the front door and asks her to unlock it while he brings in the costumes.
"I got a surprise for you," he says in his luscious accent as he hands her a coat hanger with a white costume on it. "I hope it fits."
She takes the plastic cover off of it and takes it off the hanger. Holding it up to herself, she says, "I think it will."
He drapes his costume over the back of a chair and steps closer to her, setting his hands on her hips. "I hope you won't mind wearing that for me."
"No. Every doctor needs a properly attired nurse."
He pulls her towards him so their bodies touch. Slowly, his mouth starts to move closer to hers. "Or properly un-attired."
Their lips meet, caressing and clenching in a smooth, passionate kiss. His moustache tickled her at first, but that quickly gave way to her hunger for him. She can feel his mouth open slightly, beckoning her to do the same. Her lips separate, feeling the wet insides of his lips. The tip of his tongue touches hers very softly, as if his mouth was asking permission to taste her. She didn't stop him, enjoying the small motions he was making in her mouth. Vicki couldn't resist his gentleness, but she didn't want anything physical to begin before they had a chance to play. She backs away from him.
"Wait, hold on," she says as she runs her hands all over his back. "Go put your costume on. I'll put mine on and I'll... meet you in the B.R. Stat."
He leans down and gives her a small, delicate kiss. "Yes, ma'am."
Richard lets her go and grabs his costume. He continues to watch her as he slowly walks down the hall. Once he's out of sight, she takes her costume and heads up to his room. Something about this whole situation just felt right.
She quickly changes out of her clothes and into the white nurse's tunic. It's the standard issue outfit that she's familiar with, a one-piece gown with buttons all down the front. As she inspects herself in the mirror, there is a knock at the door.
"Come in, doctor."
He enters and closes the door behind him. "Wow, you look... whoa."
She turns to face him, admiring how he wears the uniform. The white lab coat looks almost too small for his broad upper body, but he looks positively erotic in white. The tight fitting orderly trousers don't make him easy to resist.
"Thank you, doctor."
A smile appears on his lips, then he gets into character. "I've noticed that you have been actin' strange lately. Is anything wrong?"
"Well, Doctor, I think I'm becoming very attracted to you. I can't concentrate on my job but I don't know what I can do about it."
"I have noticed that you've been getting lazy in some of your duties. It could be fatigue, but I think I ought to examine you. Would you please hop up on the table?"
She walks seductively over towards him and sits on the chest at the foot of his bed.
"Mmm," he says, looking her over with hungry eyes. "That could be serious. Lemme take a look."
He starts to undo the top three buttons of her costume. "Just relax, nurse. This will only take a minute."
His hands venture inside and grope her soft, voluptuous breasts. A small moan escapes her lips.
"You haven't been touched in a while," he says seriously. "That's a serious symptom of sexual neglect."
He continues to fondle her bosoms, making her dark peaks harder. "Lemme try another test."
His hands let go of her warm mounds, gently pinching the nipples. She watches as his fingers work to undo his trousers, sliding the zipper down and exposing his rigid sex. He lifts it out and holds it in his hand, stepping closer to her.
"Can you open your shirt for me?"
"Yes, doctor." She smiles as she unbuttons her tunic down to her navel.
He rubs the head of his hardened organ up and down the ridge between her slightly tanned bosoms. She tilts her head back and grabs her breasts, pinching her nipples and pressing them together around his stiff cock. Both enjoy the sensation. He backs his rod away and rubs his wet head over her hard peaks as she watches.
"Aaaahhh...." she moans.
"Does this seem to be helping you?"
"Yes," she says. "Oh, God yes...."
Now he backs away from her a little further. "Now I have to check your temperature."
He comes a little closer, still holding his cock.
"Open your mouth and say 'ah'."
She watches his face as she let him push himself into her mouth. Immediately she begins rolling him around in her mouth with her tongue as he slid all the way to the back of her throat.
"Oooohhh, yeah...." he says, closing his eyes. He watches her head move back and forth over his fleshy protrusion. "Yeaaaahhh...."
Vicki raises her hand to his cock and massages him manually for a moment. "I think I'm feeling better, doctor. But I still have a throbbing... deep inside of me. Can you take a look?"
He looks down at her, his face showing how hard he's trying to control his release.
"Yes, of course."
She backed herself onto his bed and hiked her skirt up to her waist, parting her legs and exposing her bare bottom half. He got down on his knees and placed his thumbs on her sensitive swollen node.
"How deep is this throbbing?"
"...Oohhhh... very deep..."
Richard pressed his mouth against her wetness, sucking and probing into her cleft. As he pleasured her, she undid her gown the rest of the way, flinging it open to get a better view of his head between her thighs. He raised his face for a moment to plant kisses on her tender legs, playfully biting them and running his tongue all over.
"Aaaaahhh!....." she softly moans.
He smiles as he lowers his head and continues to taste her loins. As much as she loved the feel of his tongue running over and inside her swollen sex, she still had an uncontrollable hunger for him to be inside her. Her appetite for his thick muscle was driving her crazy.
"Please, Richard...." she moans.
He stopped sucking at her wet flesh and stood up between her parted knees.
"It's my opinion, nurse Vicki," he says as he slowly removes his jacket, "that you are in need of serious and immediate... sexual attention."
"Yes......." she hissed. He slowly and sensually lifts his white t-shirt up and over his head, messing up his hair a little. One hand runs through his hair and he lets out a big sigh.
"I've got a cure for your problem," he says in a deep voice. He backs up and takes his pants off. "Would you like me to... fill the prescription?"
"Ooohh, yeeees....."
Without further delay, he lifts her hips and drives his hot, hard cock into her tight, moist depths. He bounces her body with his forceful thrusts as her hands playfully claw at his chest, tweaking his dark nipples and making him thrust harder.
"...Ooohhh, yeahhhhh...." she moans. "........aaaaahh..."
The sound of his hard sex drilling wildly into her wet sex turned her on even more, making her look down to see him working her. Her fingers wind around the hands that have a tight grip on her hips, pulling her into his commanding strokes.
"...Ooohhh.... aaahhh....." he pants, "....that's it.... come on, Vicki....."
She pinches her nipples, making her groan a little. His hands slide up from her hips and grab onto her breasts, squeezing them gently. He leans down and begins sucking on her breasts as he continues to pump her.
"....Richard... yes..... yes!...." she moans as her hands fold around his head. His moustache tickles and teases her bosoms, making her even more excited. She was now able to match him thrust for thrust, finding the happy, sensual rhythm that satisfied them both so much.
He tips his head back and bites his lip in preparation for his release.
"....Ooohhh..." he moans, "...set me free.... yeah....ahhh...yeah.....yeah....!"
"......Aaahhh..... ooohhh.... make me... come.... make me come!"
His body seems controlled by her words, grabbing her hips again and pounding his flesh into her deeper, harder and faster. She gripped his muscular forearms as he brought her into ecstasy.
"...Aaahh.... yeah.... yeah... ooohhh yeaaahh..... yeah....!" he chanted. She could feel him explode within her, releasing his pleasure flood. Richard's body shook with satisfaction as he looked down upon Vicki. He lowered himself down on top of her and kissed her, refusing to remove himself from her.
"....Oh, Vicki...." he said as he drew in a deep breath. His lips kissed her breasts, her neck and came to rest on her mouth, kissing the desire from them.
"I'll never look... at my doctor the same way again," she said with a smile. "Now that was a thorough examination."
Finally, he pulls out and away from her, laying himself down next to her. Her hands come up and play with his sexy moustache, brushing the hairs down as he tries to bite them.
"I like your moustache," she says, "I think is very sexy."
He smiles. "Well, take a good look at it. It'll be gone tomorrow."
"Why?"
"The directors want me clean shaven. Maybe even trim my sideburns."
"No! Not your sideburns!" she says, covering the fur on his face. He pulls one of her hands down and kisses the palm.
"I'll tell you what," he says. "Go in my bathroom and grab my razor and some shavin' foam. You can trim my 'stache."
She kisses him as she gets up and heads for the bathroom. He watches as she walks completely nude out of the room. This gives him a chance to climb under the sheets and wait for her.
"Grab a towel, too, will you, love?"
She re-emerges with her hands full of stuff. He stops her.
"Hold it. Don't move. Stay right where you are."
She stops, completely confused. "Why? What's wrong?"
"Nothin'," he says, "just wanted to get a look at you. Such a beautiful lady."
He opens his arms, calling her to him. She smiles as she comes near, climbs into bed and mounts him. He rests his hands gently on her hips as he looks at the beautiful creature straddling him.
"I've never done this before," she says with concern in her voice.
"Aw, nothin' to it. Just think of it as shavin' your legs."
She laughs as she soaps up his upper lip. "How's that? You ok?"
He smiles. "Yeah, pretty painless so far."
Vicki picks up the razor and starts to carefully make downward swipes, pulling his brown blondish hair off. She moves to the other side and repeats the procedure.
"Are you sure you've never done this before?" he asks.
"Yup."
"Maybe you should be a barber. You're a natural."
As she wipes the soap from his handsome face, revealing the sexy Richard Dawson she's seen on television a thousand times, she says, "Na. I'd rather be a nurse. Barbers shave heads, nurses can give it."