Date: Sun, 29 Jul 2007 17:09:19 -0400
From: J W <jw1137@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Nurse's Tale 1

Hello my name is Caitlyn Smithers. Yeah just like the gay guy on `the
Simpsons'.  I've been a nurse for almost ten years now. Nurses have a
reputation for being sexually wild. In my personal experience the
reputation is well deserved. When I enrolled in nursing college it was for
all the right reasons. I truly wanted to alleviate human suffering and
found my greatest pleasure and joy when I could help someone. Nursing
college didn't change that altruistic goal; it just redirected some of the
energy and enthusiasm.

I had graduated high school a virgin. I didn't think that was rare until
I'd been in the college for a semester and realized that I was probably the
only one. Dormitory talk was cheap but the way most of my classmates
described their experiences, they were either incredibly well studied liars
or they were telling the truth. Evenings in the common room often brought
out tales that made my virgin sex tingle. It wasn't that I hadn't had
opportunities. Somehow the boy girl sex scene just never seemed to appeal
to me. I was on the chunky side when anorexic seemed to be more
fashionable. The dates I went on in high school turned out predictably with
the boy trying to scope out my `D' cups and me determinedly resisting.
Eventually I just stopped doing it. I much preferred the company of girl
friends. Of course all of my girlfriends had boyfriends so I was somewhat
excluded from a lot of the social scene throughout high school.

In my senior year I took up bicycling. I was quite happy in my own skin the
problem was wardrobe. I really liked to be fashionably dressed and my
somewhat pudgy form didn't suit the style de jour. I started pretty slowly
and innocently, I might add. I used the bike I had from my pre pubescent
days, and rode for a half an hour or so after dinner. My weight stared
dropping within a couple of weeks. Encouraged by my accomplishments I was
up to an hour a night less than a month later. I pedaled hard and always
chose the most up hill route. Around the same time as I progressed to the
one hour rides, I noticed a completely unexpected and delightful collateral
benefit. About forty minutes into the ride the friction of the seat against
my pussy began to feel really nice. I usually tried to keep my butt up off
the saddle as I rode, but the pumping action of my legs brought my tender
unexplored vulva brushing against the seat in a tantalizing rhythm. By the
time I got home after the one hour sessions my pussy was ready to
explode. I would usually go and take a cold shower to rinse off the sweat
and cool the burning between my legs.

I was really getting into cycling, so for my graduation my parents bought
me a real cyclist's bike. It was so much smoother and easier to ride that I
was doing two hours and more every night. I know that anytime after the
first hour that the crotch of my bike shorts was wet and sometime into the
second hour I was having mini orgasms as I rode.

My wardrobe problem was pretty much solved. The level of cycling I was
doing had trimmed all the baby fat. My legs and butt were exceptionally
lean and muscular, and the little roll around my tummy had completely
disappeared. The only thing that wasn't reduced was my boobs. Well maybe
even they had shrunk a little but not enough to reduce my bra size. My
boobs weren't completely immune to the changes that resulted from my
exercise regimen though. Gripping the handle bar and keeping my butt off
the seat had developed a substantial pectoral muscles. I didn't know that
it was the muscle responsible to hold your boob up. Consequently I found
that my very full breasts stood out almost straight, even without any
support. This kind of opened different braless fashion vistas to me but as
it turned out, not, because almost all of those designs were intended for
much smaller boobs than mine.

I've gone on way too long here. This isn't the story I started out to tell
at all. I just had to tell you about myself. It's almost like an excuse for
the things I have done.

The hospital I work at uses a rotating shift schedule. I enjoy the twelve
hour shifts. On three, off three; on four, off four and the cycle repeats.
In two weeks, fourteen days, I work seven and I'm off seven. Dayshifts are
grueling. All the patients are awake; there's medication to administer and
there's a never ending stream of doctors needing assistance of one kind or
another. Night shift is the opposite. Most of the patients are asleep most
of the time and there are very few "others" roaming around. It can be a
little boring at times.

Being sort of in the middle of the seniority roster I am usually able to
choose the ward I'm assigned to. My first choice is ob-gyn `cause I prefer
dealing with women. I'm not going to elaborate on that at this point.

The intervening years, since my senior year of high school, have only
enhanced my love of cycling. I don't feel complete unless I do an hour on
the bike; day or night it doesn't mater. The thing that has changed since
my high school days is my response to the inevitable arousal. Now when my
sex starts churning I press my pussy harder into the saddle. It usually
only takes a minute or so before I cum all over the bicycle seat, I always
wear dark cycling shorts `cause the wet spot isn't quite as obvious. Oh
shit I'm off the track again!

Arriving on the ward half an hour early was an unusual quirk of mine. Most
of my co-workers arrived at the last possible moment. The charge nurse,
Mary, greeted me with a big smile. "Hi Caitie how was your rest break."
[That's how we referred to the gaps between the shifts].

"Good, really good" I enthused as I automatically picked up the shift log.

"You've got Brittany McGee with you tonight. Good luck." Mary said with a
wry grin as she rose from the nursing station desk. "Mrs. Caulfield in 602
is scheduled for a hysterectomy in the morning so she's a little unsettled.
You may need to give her something a little later, it's in the chart. The
girl in 606 doesn't seem to settle down very well either. She's only been
here since yesterday so I don't have much insight there."

"Thanks Mary, good night, I'll see you in the morning." I watched Mary's
somewhat rotund form waddle down the hall clad in the stretched pink
scrubs. Looking down the corridor I was struck by the contrast as Brittany
pushed through the crash doors at the end of the ward. Brittany is slim to
the point of being skinny. She was wearing the yellow scrubs, a color I
always hated, but they looked pretty good on her because of her dark
complexion. I watched her stride toward me with her pretty smile. She was
actually quite a pretty girl, uh I should say woman.

She was about two years out of nursing college, so she was definitely
green. That's what caused Mary's somewhat negative reaction to her. I knew
Mary saw Brittany as lazy. In my opinion it was just inexperience. Mary
expected everybody to know what to do without being told, and then to go
ahead and do it. I had no problem with the younger nurse. I told her what I
needed her to do and she always did it willingly generally with that sweet
smile on her face.

"I'll be glad when this night is over." My yellow clad coworker sighed as
she reached the desk.

"End of a cycle?"

"Yeah, I get four days to soak up some sun, and just sleep at the beach."

"Sounds like a plan, but just don't leave before you leave, if you know
what I mean." I cautioned her.

"No problem Caitie you know I'm always there for you." She replied with
that thrilling smile of hers. I could never quite put my finger on what it
was about her made me react the way I did. I donned my firm `I'm in charge'
expression, but it was only an excuse to hold her in my gaze. She was an
inch or so shorter than me making her about five-four. As I mentioned she's
quite slender with very high round breasts. I had never seen her naked but
I had been in the change room with her a number of times. I knew she
favored thin, almost transparent, nylon bra and panty sets. Because of that
I knew she had large dark nipples, too big for her boobs really and that
her pubic hair was trimmed down to the fabled `landing strip'. Her choice
of transparent under wear had also allowed me to get a pretty good look at
her fleshy labia compressed by the thin nylon. That was the vision of the
smiling inexperienced nurse that invaded my mind as I stood there.

"Please check the medication log and get things ready" I ordered, tearing
my eyes off the vision I had superimposed on the yellow scrubs.

"Aye, aye captain" she replied with a giggle heading for the medication
locker. I treated myself to a glance at the cute round butt as she walked
away. As skinny as she was she had a surprisingly nice ass. I gave my head
a shake to clear the carnal vision, and went back to reviewing the log.

Mary had already put mind to rest about any major issues, so I quickly
focused on the only potential problem in 606. Pulling the chart my
experienced eye got the basics in just a few seconds. Name, Sarah Munford;
age 17 working diagnosis ovarian cysts. Presented to family doctor ten days
ago with abdominal pain, referred to Dr. Menendez Ob-Gyn. admitted two days
ago for tests. I scanned through the tests completed and scheduled and
shuddered. The poor young thing; no wonder she was restless. Medication for
pain and sleeping were approved. I'd go see young Miss Munford first, as
soon as visiting hours were over.

I double checked Brittney's work and then sent her on the critical task of
getting the coffee ready. The last of the visitors were ambling out,

"I'll be in 606" I told my assistant as I picked up the pain killers that
my patient was due. Having read the chart had sort of formed a picture in
my mind, but it did not prepare me for the stunning blonde beauty sitting
up in the bed in room 606. Her eyes were down on the magazine in her
hands. As I walked through the door she seemed to sense my presence and
looked up with the biggest blue eyes I'd ever seen. Her sandy hair with
golden highlights just touched her shoulders. The fair skin of her face was
flawless.

"Hi Sarah" I said striding into the room with a confidence I didn't feel
"my name is Caitie. How are you feeling this evening?"

"Uh not too bad." She replied meeting my gaze. She was wearing a regulation
hospital gown, light colored with a sort of a diamond pattern; the blanket
was down in her lap. Her large firm teenaged breasts were very evident
under the thin cotton.

"How are the pains in your tummy?" I deliberately used the childish term.

"They seem a little better today." Sarah responded putting her hand on her
lower abdomen. Approaching the side of the bed I asked,

"Where exactly are the pains?" as I very casually and naturally lowered the
blanket down to her knees. She put her hand just about on her umbilicus,
maybe an inch lower. When I approached the bed she had set her teen
magazine on the bed side table. I pressed the recline control on the bed
until she was a just a above the fully flat position.

"Here?" I confirmed placing my hand virtually on top of hers.

"Uh huh" Sarah responded looking up at me, and her eyes looked even bigger
than before. Her hand moved as if to get out of my way, which left my hand
on the warm, soft but firm abdomen with only the washout layer of cotton in
between. I began a slow circular stroking of the taunt belly that I hoped
was soothing; at least to her. My eyes alternated between looking at the
angelic face and the lower part of her torso. She had her head cocked
forward as if to watch what I was doing. The rotations of my hand were
gradually raising the bottom of the gown until the crotch of her white
cotton bikini panties came into view. I knew from her chart that one of the
tests she had already undergone would have required her to be completely
shaved. Regardless of her pubic hair preferences prior to yesterday, I knew
that as of now she was, without a doubt, completely bare. Her young full
vulva was displayed in detailed relief against the thin material. A shiver
shot through my own sex as I looked at the opaquely covered womanhood.

"Does that feel good when I rub your tummy?" I asked looking back up at her
gorgeous face.

"Yeah it does." She replied in a dreamy kind of voice and pulled her gown a
little higher out of my way. My hand was now on the soft warm skin of her
lower belly and touching the smooth cotton of her panties at the bottom of
the circular strokes. My young patient laid her head back and closed those
amazing blue eyes as I continued to caress her.

I trailed my eyes down from her peaceful looking face over her neck to the
top of her gown. Her breasts were big enough to have pan caked to the
outsides of her chest in her reclined position. I watched her abdomen
developing a sort of pink glow as I continued my movements from just above
her navel to the waist band of her panties. I heard what sounded like a
moan so I automatically looked back up to her face.

"OK Sarah?" I asked

"Yeah, yeah it feels good" she responded and her voice sounded even more
dreamy than before. I shifted the center of the oval I was tracing so that
at its lowest point my fingers were trailing across the plump pubic mound
covered by the thin white cotton. My finger tips felt the heat and a jolt
hit my pussy that nearly caused me to lurch forward. Snatching my hand away
I said

"You try and get some rest now." I hoped she didn't notice how much my
hands were shaking as I pulled the cover back up to her neck. "I'll look in
on you a little later to see if you need anything." I could hear the tremor
in my own voice as I walked out of the room.

The instant I was outside I collapsed up against the corridor wall and
grabbed my aching crotch. Almost immediately I felt the moisture seep
through my panties and scrubs. I knew I was making a mess but I couldn't
help massaging my vulva. It was temporary but blessed relief from the
tension that had built up between my legs. I sensed rather than heard or
saw Brittney come out of 604 carrying the medication tray. With Herculean
effort I straightened myself up and started walking as casually as I could
toward the nursing station. Unfortunately my assistant was far enough away
that she was bound to see the wet spot at the crotch of my scrubs. All I
could do was try to bluff my way through it.

"Are you almost done McGee?" I asked as gruffly as I could manage. The
smile on her face told me it hadn't worked.

"She's really sexy isn't she? The young nurse whispered as she passed by
me. With a quick glance over her shoulder she disappeared into 605. I felt
like I was waddling up the hall and out the doors of the ward to the change
room. Nobody ever actually put a lock on their locker so I yanked mine open
knowing that my stash of spare panties would be waiting. [It was by no
means the first something like this had happened. I was pretty sure it
wouldn't be the last either.] I stripped off the light blue draw string
pants, taking my saturated panties with them. Separating the two, I tossed
the scrub pants into the hamper and held my lacey white drawers to my
nose. That intoxicating musky sweet smell caused my inflamed pussy to
twitch again. `For God's sake get a hold of yourself Caitlyn' I chided. I
tossed the panties on the floor of my locker and waddled to the washroom.
Inside the first stall I grabbed myself and let one finger part my slippery
labia. The finger hooked up with a mind all its own until it contacted my
pounding clit. A little climax rocked my body and I bounced off the wall of
the stall a couple of times. Clearing my throat, if not my head I snatched
a hand full of tissue and cleaned up.

I was able to stand normally now so licked my fingers and hand clean,
savoring the thick juice. Back to my locker, I donned fresh underwear, then
took a clean pair of medium blue scrub pants from the rack, pulled them on
and synched the draw string tight. Back in the washroom I washed my hands
according to procedure. Looking at myself in the mirror I couldn't help but
smile as I fluffed my short dark hair. So Brittney thinks young Miss
Munford is sexy, does she? That is a tantalizing development.