Date: Thu, 25 Oct 2007 05:01:39 -0400
From: J W <jw1137@hotmail.com>
Subject: School Nurse's Delight 5

The vice Principal of Benjamin Franklin Hi was confused, misused and
abused. Emily Miller sat in her office feeling ashamed and invigorated at
the same time. The sweet sensations of her recent orgasm fading while she
stewed. Yesterday she was a fifty two year old spinster with no more
thoughts of sex than she had of going into space; flying to the moon as it
were. The events of just the past twenty hours had changed all that
irrevocably. The middle aged high school administrator put her head in her
hands and let her mind replay the events, trying to understand what was
happening to her.

I don't know how I got home! That Lexus has got damn near everything but I
didn't realize it had autopilot. And then...and then I did it! `Oh Emily at
least let your mind use the word even if you can't say it out loud; OK I
masturbated'. The memory of the orgasm last night, standing in her bedroom
in her underwear caused a wave of warmth to wash over her. `It couldn't
have been the first; it couldn't! You're over fifty you crazy old fool! OK
maybe it was just the best but I really don't remember any others.' If that
was true then the climax she'd experienced just a few minutes ago when
Annie Braun had exposed her girlhood while sitting on this very desk would
have been the second. The very fresh memory seemed to focus the wave of
warmth between her legs and the pressure grew. `I came without touching
myself; just from looking at that beautiful young pussy. How sick is that?'

`Sick that's the answer! I'm not well; I need to see a doctor. My doctor
retired, I got the notice last winter but somebody took over his practice;
what was the name? You don't need a GP you need a psychiatrist. Yeah but
your own doctor, that's where you start. He can refer you if need be.'
Emily's mind raced toward what looked like a course of action. Reaching for
her Roll-o-dex she quickly located `D' for doctor. There it is Dr. Griffin
he's retired but the number stayed the same. I'm due for my annual anyway
so I'll just make an appointment for a check up and bring up this new
problem during the consultation.

"Doctor Peters' office, Jennifer speaking" said the perky voice on the
other end of the line.

"Hello Jennifer my name is Emily Miller. I was a patient of doctor
Griffin's"

"Yes of course, how are you miz Miller?"

"I'm" [hesitation] "OK. I'd like to schedule a physical check up if I
could."

"If you can bear with me, the receptionist is at lunch. I'm Doctor Peters'
nurse and I'm not really good with this scheduling program" the nurse
excused herself.

"That's fine I appreciate your trying."

"The doctor schedules physicals for the end of the day `cause they tend to
take a little longer than regular appointments." Emily could hear the sound
of a keyboard in the background. "How would Friday at four suit your
schedule?"

"You mean this Friday, the day after tomorrow?"

"Yes, exactly."

"Wow that's fast!" the VP returned enthusiastically.

"It's the time of year; it tends to be a little slow right after school
starts. We really enjoy the break because the last couple of weeks of the
summer are pretty busy. Then once the flu and cold season starts around
Thanksgiving it's hectic all the way until May." Emily was very impressed
with the service and felt like she had already developed a connection with
Jennifer before even meeting her.

"Very well then I'll be there at four on Friday. And thanks for your
insights."

"No problem, we aim to please."

"OK thanks again." Emily hung up.

Emily sat back in her office chair again and gave a shudder. Physical exams
were far from her favorite things. `At least it's soon so I don't have a
lot of time to stew about it.' Having a course of action and a plan in
place made the administrator feel much better mentally. Physically the
immediate problem was the uncomfortable wetness in her panties. She headed
for the staff washroom to attempt a clean up. Inside the stall she removed
her pantyhose, very damp then the panties themselves, soaked. Holding the
soiled undergarment she was shocked at the sudden unexpected urge to put
them to her nose. She shook her head as if to shake the thought out but her
hand had other ideas and carried out the original command. Pressing the
satin briefs against her nose and mouth she was assailed by the sweet musky
aroma of her own cum. Much to her amazement she found herself inhaling the
scent deeply and enjoying it. `I certainly can't put these back on' she
concluded. She took off her skirt to check the back and was relieved that
she couldn't see any wetness stain. Naked from the waist down in the stall
she began to use the toilet tissue to remove the residuals from between her
legs.

She had no problem with the crease but the damn stuff was crusted in her
pubic hair. Looking down at the curly medium brown liberally sprinkled with
grey she thought `I should just shave it all off. That`s the latest rage
isn't it? Not right now you won't.' She did the best she could. The next
step was to get dressed again but there was very little suitable to dress
in. Emily pulled on her skirt and fastened it. The wool blend felt strange
against her bare buttocks. `If the kids can do it why can I?' She didn't
care for the feel of her sensible black pumps on bare feet either but
rationalized `I don't have to walk much this afternoon.' She stuffed her
unworn wet garments in the pocket of her jacket and exited the stall with
nothing below the waist save her skirt.

The afternoon was as uneventful as the morning had been exciting. Emily of
course was distracted much of the time. When not by the memories of the two
students she'd interviewed that morning then by the persistent sensation of
the wool skirt on her naked backside. She envisioned her cheeks to be
glowing pink. Ms. Miller consciously repressed memories of the morning;
`too dangerous'. She also avoided moving around too much `the wool feels
kind of pleasant now but I bet it could get irritating.'

The VP was in her car early, well early for her, and arrived in her
driveway just after six. She was much more a morning shower person than an
evening bath person but today Emily went directly from the front door to
the bathroom and turned on the water to draw a bath. A squirt of foaming
bath oil and a glass of wine set the stage. She decided to bring the whole
bottle. The sound system, set fairly low, played the Beatles Sergeant
Pepper CD as she soaked. Surprisingly the first thought that drifted
through her remarkably relaxed mind was the funky feeling she endured all
afternoon from her matted pubic hair. The first glass of wine had done its
job quickly, time for a refill.

Without pausing to analyze the idea Emily propped her butt on the side of
the tub and vigorously lathered her pubis. She knew there was more than
enough lather but continued to rub anyway. The release was disappointing;
nothing really just a warm shudder. Picking up the razor she began to
remove to offending hair. Even though it wasn't very dense the razor
clogged and jammed. `Should have used scissors first' but it was too late
now so she persevered. McCartney was singing "Fixing a Hole" and Emily
started to laugh. As she continued to remove the hair and swish the blade
in the foamy bathwater she laughed harder "...it really doesn't matter when
I'm wrong I'm right..."she sang along. At some point she realized that she
was laughing at herself laughing. `You're tipsy' she acknowledged. `Three
glasses of wine and you'd be falling down drunk; pretty cheap date!' Emily
considered leaving a little patch of hair, a tuft at the top and then
decided that it would take more artistic ability than she could muster in
her slightly inebriated state, so she shaved it bare. The rain shower head
rinsed her off nicely. With the drain now open the hand held spray rinsed
the residual hair down the drain. The feel of her newly bald vulva was
amazing. She made it to her bed and pulled the covers over her and was a
sleep in seconds.

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When she heard the alarm her first thought was `I'm starving' the second
was recognition of the pounding in her head. Lying on her bed she couldn't
help giving herself a lecture `What the hell has come over you! You drank
too much last night. The first time you've done that since college. You
forgot to have dinner and...' she pulled the covers away to see if the next
thought was actually true. `Oh my God you shaved yourself.' The covers were
quickly snapped back into position as if covering up her smooth womanhood
could somehow restore its furry cover. It took some effort to climb out of
the bed and retrieve the aspirins. It took even more resolve to get to the
kitchen and get the coffee going. Head in hands at the table staring into
the second cup of coffee Emily jumped when the toast popped. Eventually she
pulled herself together and got dressed. The feel of her satin panties on
her exposed mons was thrilling. `This is going to take some getting used
to' her senses told her as she pulled out of the drive.

Her mood brightened as Thursday wore on. She stopped beating herself up and
decided to take a more sympathetic point of view. `You have not turned into
a drunken nymphomaniac' she assured herself. `It's just thirty, OK maybe
forty, years of lost time you're trying to make up for. Don't try to do it
all at once.' There was the nagging issue of Nurse Crawford to deal
with. `I have Ann and Melanie's version of the events and they totally
agreed isn't that enough? No, because they don't explain Mary Crawford's
role. She was there when the show and tell for the health quiz turned
sexual. How could she let that happen? Having the teenagers expose
themselves as a teaching aid wasn't that...' Emily's mind couldn't come up
with a word to describe the teaching technique, but her visualization was
once again causing rumblings between her legs. `I must have her side of the
story before I can put the matter to rest.'

She tapped the intercom button for the school's nurse. "Hi Emily what's
up?" Mary queried when the VP's name appeared on the LCD phone display.

"Do you have a few minutes to....uh, there's something I need to talk to
you about."

"Sure, do you want me to come to your office?" the nurse asked of her
immediate supervisor.

"No I'll come to your office. Is now a good time?"

"Sure" Mary replied thankful there was no video on the phone that would
reveal her inappropriately huge smile.

"OK then I'll be there in five minutes." Emily advised, and then pushed the
release button. She was very conscious of the satin against her hairless
vulva as she walked through the main office. "Margaret I'll be in Mary
Crawford's office if you need me." She announced as she went out the door
to the hall.

The green <the nurse is in> sign was on display. Emily opened the door
without knocking and entered. Mary was seated at her desk and watched with
anticipation as the school administrator turned to slip the bolt that would
latch the door and display the red <the nurse is busy> sign in the
hallway. Mary knew very well what was on her boss's mind. Her teenaged
playmates had both stopped by yesterday on their way back to
class. Melanie's description of her meeting with the VP had painted a very
promising picture. Annie's account of her meeting gave the school nurse
chills.

She actually came when you showed her your pussy? Mary had asked
incredulously. I think so... I'm pretty sure she did Annie had confirmed.

Mary had always had some suspicions about Emily Miller's sexual
orientation. The way she dressed; always professional with a distinct
masculine flavor even though she usually wore a skirt. Her inattention to
her hair and the apparent absence of make up were two other clues that made
the young nurse think her boss was butch. "...even when I'm wrong I'm
right..." was McCartney's line and it fit this situation perfectly. If
Emily Miller displayed her sexual preference in anyway before Wednesday
morning it was completely unintentional. As a matter of fact, up until
Tuesday night, the VP didn't know she had a sexual preference. Mary
couldn't know that and because of the woman's age had mistakenly concluded
that she was dealing with an experienced lesbian.

"What's on your mind?" Nurse Crawford asked when Emily turned to face her.

"I'd like you to explain the goings on in here on Tuesday night." The
administrator demanded in a stern tone. Mary scanned the older woman's slim
figure for the first time colored with her faulty assumptions. The usual
crisp white oxford style blouse with the charcoal grey skirt to the top of
her knees on down to the sensible black pumps was an arousing visage for
the confirmed young lesbian. `I haven't been with an older woman in years'
she reflected. `It might be really nice to be the less experienced one for
a change.' She was so wrong!

"Tuesday night..." Mary repeated looking at the ceiling as if trying to
recall. "Oh the night Annie and Melanie came by" she said as if she'd just
remembered. "What did you want to know?" Emily felt a pang at the mere
mention of the girl's names.

"I want to know what happened when they came to see you."

"As I recall they were having a disagreement about the location of the
female urethra so I helped them clear that up."

"How did you do that?" the VP persisted

"Well I had them look at each other's vulva and indicated for them the
exact location, all in the name of education you understand." Mary was
watching her boss's reaction carefully as the elegant woman stood with her
back to the door.

"And then what happened? There was a lot more going on in here than a
simple inspection."

"I took the opportunity to review all the major parts of the pudendum. The
girls were quite curious and I've always felt that a woman should know her
own body in detail. I indicated the position of the clitoris the girls
wanted to know more." Emily's legs had grown weak. The only time she had
seen another woman's genitals was the very brief look she got when Annie
had exposed herself yesterday morning. The visual that was conjured by the
nurse's description lacked a lot of detail, but none the less had set her
nipples tingling and her pussy throbbing. She sank into the chair beside
the desk. Mary recognized the signs of arousal on the older woman's
face. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was slack as she evidently was
having trouble getting enough air. The school nurse leaned forward and
lowered her voice to a sexy whisper. "You agree that a woman should be
thoroughly familiar with her body, don't you Emily?" the scooped neck top
the nurse was wearing opened to give the panting woman a clear view of
Mary's white breasts nestled on the lacey cups of her bra. She was pleased
when she saw Emily's eyes drawn to the exposure.

"I... uh, suppose, uh..." the poor woman stammered.

"It was a very effective learning experience." The nurse continued in her
low voice. "The girls weren't aware that there are many variations on how a
woman's clitoris develops." She had been resting her elbows on her knees
but she now reached forward and put her hands on Emily's nylon covered
knees. Her fingers were just under the hem of the wool blend skirt. At the
contact the school administrator took a large gulp of air. `She's touching
me; touching my legs!' and she felt dizzy. `No one has touched me this way
since...' she didn't remember and it might just as well have been
never. The nurse's delicate skilled hands were sliding very slowly up her
thighs. "Did you ever think about that? There are no two clitorises exactly
alike." The exploring hands had reached the thicker material of the panty
part of Emily's hose. Mary was beginning to feel the heat from the engorged
womanhood just inches from he finger tips. The VP was well aware how much
heat was radiating. She felt as though a hairdryer on high was being
applied to her newly shaved labia. "I'll bet you've seen a lot of different
clits. What's your favorite kind?" nurse Crawford asked still under a
misconception of her boss's experience.

"No, no I haven't" Emily croaked. The words came from deep in her throat
and there didn't seem to be enough air to drive her vocal chords. "I...I've
never even seen my own." Mary paused her advance up the nylon covered
thighs to digest the unexpected revelation.

"Really! You're not kidding." The nurse looked at the VP
incredulously. Emily confirmed the statement with a shake of her head. Mary
Crawford was rapidly recalculating. `She's obviously curious, but, wow
she's never done it; or?'

"Do you mean you've never been with another woman before?" again the older
woman responded silently this time by nodding. Mary saw real fear in her
boss's eyes. From the way vice Principal Miller's body was trembling she
knew the fear was loosing out to her lust. "Would you like to be?" the
pause was tense.

`Oh God what am I doing!' Emily's tortured mind demanded. `I came here to
find out if there was any wrong doing, and here I am with this woman's
hands nearly on my....' her mind refused to conjure the word. The feeling
of the nurse's hands sliding up her thighs, the feeling of her plump cherry
like nipples burning and tingling inside her bra, it was all too much for
the deprived school administrator.

"Yesss" she exhaled the word and it came out so softly that Mary wasn't
sure what she'd said so she rephrased the question

"Do you want to make love with me?" the school nurse took the guttural
sound that followed and Emily's eyes closing as an affirmative. Putting
some of her weight on the seated woman's thighs Mary leaned forward and
captured Emily's lips with hers. The shocked administrator's eyes opened
very wide and she pulled away slightly as the incredibly soft lips
enveloped hers. Then her eyes closed again and her body went limp as the
never before experienced sensation of the soulful kiss overwhelmed her. The
nurse started by gently sucking on her lover's lips and then very tenderly
slipped her tongue between the older woman's teeth.

The dizziness was back, stronger this time. The feeling of the nurse's soft
tongue exploring the inside of her mouth was so rapturous that even the
longing of her pussy seemed to be drown out. Mary was now on her feet
leaning forward from the waist avidly sucking the woman's face. The grey
skirt had slipped down her now vertical forearms and was bunched up across
the seated woman's hips. The nurse's right hand made its way up to cup and
squeeze Emily's left breast. The pressure on her tit momentarily made the
seated woman forget the beautiful tonguing. Mary felt the hardness of the
protruding nipple in her palm and retracted her hand so she could capture
the pleasure bud between her thumb and forefinger. The VP groaned loudly
into the nurse's mouth as the intense bolt of stimulation shot directly to
her clit. Feeling the last of the reluctance drain from her prey Mary's
skilled hands went to work on the buttons of the white oxford blouse.

Emily was so enthralled with the new and unexpectedly wonderful feelings
the younger woman was producing in and on her mouth that she barely noticed
being pulled to her feet. The nurse was enjoying the slow progression of
the older woman's response while her hands continued to unfasten and tug at
the elegant clothing. Initially her partner just accepted the invading
tongue but now she was actively participating in the deep kiss. Emily felt
her skirt land on her ankles but it seemed so unimportant at that
moment. Then Mary was embracing her. The nurse's mouth slid off hers and
began sucking on her ear lobe, then that talented tongue poked into her ear
canal once again producing an unexpectedly powerful erotic sensation. The
hot mouth on her neck made her knees go weak again. At the same time she
became aware of the squishy feeling of their breasts being mashed together
and realized that her partner had released the hooks in the middle of her
back. When Mary pulled back grasping the shoulder straps of the satin bra
their eyes locked. The older woman had reflexively drawn her elbows in
trapping the bra against her ribs. Mary searched for approval in the
frightened eyes of her victim. Emily sought reassurance in her assailant's
gaze. It was only seconds but both women would have said it was minutes
before the administrator relaxed her arms allowing the lingerie to descend
down her arms and fully reveal her ageless mounds. The nurse's eyes settled
on the newly presented spectacle and was not surprised by the jolt between
her legs.

Mary applied her lips to the firm flesh and sucked the small areola and its
round bumpy center into her mouth. Immediately her well used tongue went to
work flicking the rubbery little ball. The previously unexplored flesh sent
out pleasure waves in every direction. Emily grabbed her lover's head and
pulled it tight to her chest. The sensation was almost too intense. The
topless woman didn't know if she was trying to make the feeling stronger or
weaker. She did know that her legs were not going to hold her. How the
nurse managed to pivot them around so the VP wound up collapsing on the cot
was miraculous. It was just good fortune that the adaptable piece of
medical equipment had been lowered to its bed like configuration. Mary used
the change of position to switch boobs. Emily was amazed to find that the
first breast had somehow grown used to the stimulation and the intensity of
the sensations had actually diminished. She discovered the fact when the
nurse latched on to her other tit and that delirious spike of pleasure hit
full force again. She felt the urgency between her thighs; a pressure that
was coming in waves.

Her assailant rocked back on her heels and grasped the waist band of her
panties and pantyhose together. Emily's hands replaced the nurse's mouth on
her saliva coated breasts. She rocked her hips to assist in the removal of
the last of her clothing. All thoughts of resistance had long since been
quashed by the blinding needs of her too long neglected pussy. As the satin
underwear slid down her thighs she heard Mary gasp. "You're shaved!" the
school's nurse remarked enthusiastically. The VP was suddenly very proud of
her drunken escapade. There was no pause as the kneeling woman pulled
Emily's pantyhose off her toes inside out, and then came forward pushing
the older woman's thighs apart as she zeroed in on the ultimate
prize. Emily felt the cool air on her overheated, wet, bald womanhood. Mary
paused for just a moment to look at the bright pink vulva glistening in the
fluorescent lights, before descending to lap the sweet juice from the
spongy labia. The heat of the younger woman's tongue and the sensation of
it probing just slightly between her engorged lips sent spikes of bliss
that seemed to spring from and overlay the waves of pressure.

The nurse's tongue found her clitoral hood and pulled it up exposing her
love button to direct stimulation. On the down stroke the administrator's
hips spasmed and thrust toward the mind boggling feeling. The upward
movement of her hips drove the tongue deep into her bubbling tunnel and her
clit collided with the nurse's upper lip and nose. The sensation was too
powerful so the hips pulled back but the nurse's mouth followed and
maintained the intensity of the titillation. Every nerve in her body
suddenly was charged with high voltage electrical current. The blue sparks
that emanated from her extremities were manifest on the inside of her
closed eye lids. The pyrotechnics were spectacular and only over shadowed
by the tingling that radiated out from her pleasure center then seemed to
collapse back to its origin like the big bang in reverse.

Emily was only vaguely aware that the nurse's tongue was still lapping her
spent vulva. She felt completely paralyzed and she didn't care. The
kaleidoscope of colors that appeared on the inside of her closed eye lids
was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. All the nerves that had
been subjected to the electrical current, and that was all the nerves in
her body, had gone into overload and shut down. She lay there twitching,
amazed at the feeling of total peace.

Her level of consciousness was raised by a sudden increase in the intensity
of the sweet musky sent that seemed to fill the room. Emily opened her eyes
to find out why her nose was filled with the unique fragrance and found
that her younger partner was straddling her head. Mary was holding her
labia open presenting the core of her womanhood in all its glory. The prone
woman shifted her eyes to look up past the kneeling woman's naked breasts
and meet the nurse's pleading eyes. Returning her attention to the oozing
pink spectacle less than a foot away she raised her head and applied her
lips and tongue to the fragrant wetness. Mary emitted a loud groan and was
still holding her sex open when she lowered herself onto the
administrator's face. Emily was enraptured by the new sensation of the
slippery spongy flesh enveloping her mouth. The VP's tongue automatically
began to explore the intriguing, not to mention delicious, offering. She
pushed her tongue as far into the receptive passage as she could, her mouth
was suddenly filled with a sweet liquid. Emily could feel the contractions
of the nurse's vagina on the tip of her tongue and she swallowed repeatedly
as the torrent of juice filled her mouth and rolled off her chin onto her
neck.

Above her Mary let the waves of ecstasy roll over her. Clutching her
breasts she threw her head back and was moderately successful in stifling
the scream that rose from her diaphragm. Her hips jerked and lurched
against her boss's face as the final waves of her orgasm subsided. It took
all the physical effort and coordination she could muster to pivot on her
right knee and achieve a sitting position beside her lover on the small
cot. Looking down at the older woman's contented, cum smeared face she said
"Wow, you're a natural."


Emily's sexual awakening continues in Doctor Peters [part 2].
I welcome your comments and constructive criticism.