Date: Mon, 30 Jul 2007 04:03:45 -0400
From: J W <jw1137@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Nurse's Tale 2

I strode down the hall of the Ob-Gyn ward with my usual confident stride,
`I'm Caitlyn Smithers, and I'm in charge here' I thought. It was
occasionally necessary to remind myself that I was responsible for
everything on this ward during my twelve hour shift. It was not a role that
I would have foreseen even five years ago. I really wasn't a leader,
natural or otherwise. What had put me in this position was seniority and a
somewhat overdeveloped sense of purpose. I truly lived to serve my patients
and somehow that zeal had attracted the attention of the decision makers,
who misguidedly thought that I could magically transfer that personality
trait to my staff. Maybe staff was overstating the situation a little; on
nights I had one nurse who "reported" to me and on days I had three. From
time to time as the schedules worked out I would be paired with a more
senior nurse and I would become one of the "worker bees". I actually
preferred those situations but they were becoming increasingly rare.

I had evaluated the problem patient for this night shift already. "Checking
over" the teenager in 606 had nearly resulted in my cuming in my panties,
and had resulted in a hasty trip to the locker room to both relieve some of
the frustration and clean myself up. The other thrilling development that
had already presented itself was the apparent pliability of my "staff".
Brittany McGee, the only nurse with me, had so definitely and unexpectedly
declared her penchant for the sapphoric that I was flabbergasted. I had
worked with the second year nurse a couple of times before, and admired her
form in the change room, but not in my most perverse fantasies had I
envisioned her as a lover and certainly not as a co-conspirator.

When I arrived at the nursing station Brittany was filling in the
medication log. Looking up she said somewhat sarcastically "All better
now?" her gaze was fixed on my crotch which had been somewhat stained by
wetness the last time she had seen it.

"I'm fine," I said, ignoring the provocation. "Is everybody pretty much
settled?" wisely wiping the smirk from her face she said

"Yeah all except missus Caulfield. She's pretty freaked about her
hysterectomy tomorrow."

"I'll go and see her; the poor dear." I walked directly across the hall and
into 602.

I admitted that I wasn't a leader even though I find myself in a leadership
role. My strength is my empathy, my ability to feel my patient's pain or
distress and to make them know that they are not alone. I don't know
exactly what I do, I certainly couldn't teach anybody else to do it but as
I sat there for an hour holding Nancy Caulfield's hand and whispering
reassurances she drifted off into what seemed like a pretty deep peaceful
sleep. I laid her hand down and very gently tucked her in. Turning to walk
out of 602 I felt that rush that I can only get when I feel I've really
made a difference in someone's life. It was like a narcotic to me it made
me feel euphoric invincible and sometimes, strangely enough, horny.

Brittany was taking a break, her feet were propped up on one of the desks
and her eyes were closed. I knew she was on the last of four consecutive
twelve hour shifts before her four day rest, and I knew how grueling that
was. It wasn't really break time, but what the hell, the major bases were
covered. Sneaking a peek over my shoulder at my sleeping assistant, I
headed toward 606; toward the stunningly gorgeous teenager, Sarah Munford.

She was curled up in the fetal position on her right side. The cover was
bunched up at the end of the bed. Her hospital gown as usual parted in the
back, displaying that firm round butt pressed against the thin white cotton
of her bikini panties. My euphoria was still strong as I stood there
appraising the sleeping young woman. Her golden hair splattered on the
stiff white sheets and seemed to sparkle in the subdued light. Roving down
over the neat little bows that held the gown I arrived back at the
translucent panties. I stared at her butt for at least twenty seconds
examining the shadow her crack presented between the two hemispheres. I
felt a twinge of disappointment in my pussy and started to gather the
discarded cover. As I was pulling it up, it hooked on my patient's foot and
snagged.

Flipping on her back Sarah smiled stretched and started rubbing her
eyes. "Caitie I thought you were never coming back; you promised!" I was
treated to a view of those "too large for her frame" boobs spreading out
under the gown as she drew her knees up as part of the awakening stretch.

"I'm sorry I woke you sweetheart, go back to sleep." I said and I didn't
mean a word.

"No! No! I've been waiting! You promised you'd come back." Her voice was
pleading and so childish. I took a wider view of her lying there and felt
that too familiar twitch between my legs again. The stretch had left the
bottom of the hospital gown around the waist of her panties. The bare vulva
pressed into that thin fabric was more in my imagination than in my vision
in the dim light. The hospital issue covering lay plied and crumpled on her
ribs giving way to the smoother slightly stretched appearance of the white
fabric with the diamond pattern that concealed her breasts. Continuing up
to the angelic face with the incredibly large blue eyes, I said

"It's OK, It's OK, I'm here now sweetheart" and I stroked her forehead.

"I waited... I waited so long and then I fell asleep. I so wanted you to
come back and rub my tummy again. It was so, so, uh I don't know, it just
felt so good."

"I can rub your tummy now if you want, will it... will it help you sleep?"
I reached down and displaced the gown even more pushing it up until it was
bunched up under her breasts.

"I don't know about sleeping" she sighed "it just makes me feel better. It
makes the achy ness go away. It really makes me kind of feel... good." As
she was speaking she pulled the gown even higher until the lower part of
her boobs came into view. I was making large soft but firm caressing
circles from my patient's lower ribs to the waist band of her panties, very
much as I had done before.

For no apparent reason, Sarah grabbed the hospital gown and using the
crossed arm method pealed it over her head in an amazingly quick smooth
motion. She made no attempt to dispose of the now useless covering; it just
lay beside her on the pillow. Her perfect form, naked except for the tiny
panties, was now mine to explore. An incredible spasm in my pussy caused me
to momentarily pause the "massage".  "Are you getting hot sweetie?" I asked
trying to keep the tremor out of my voice.

"Yesss" she answered in a breathy whisper. I noticed that her eyes were
closed and she was biting her lower lip. I continued my stroking movements
on the soft young abdomen, but I was looking at the recently exposed
chest. The grapefruit sized mounds pushed outward under their own weight
but retained a distinctly upward thrust. Capping each translucent white
mammary was a rose petal pink areola with a small darker pink button right
in the center. Watching my young patient's chest move rhythmically up and
down I also observed the dark pink buttons rising from their soft pale pink
nest. I licked my lips wishing my tongue was caressing those hardening buds
but I resisted the urge to bend down and wrap my mouth around my patient's
succulent strawberries. Instead I put my free left hand on my own tit and
strummed the stiffly protruding nipple.

My pussy had been primed earlier in the shift, and although I had wiped off
the outside, the juice inside had continued to pool. The contraction that
resulted from tweaking my nipple forced a fresh glob through my swelling
labia. I felt the slipperiness between my own bald pussy lips and the
crotch of my no longer fresh panties. Running my eyes down the slender
teenaged torso I focused once again on the crotch of the white cotton
panties. My eyes had now adjusted to the dim light and I was able to pretty
clearly see the virginal labia pushed against the thin cloth. It didn't
take much imagination to picture the intricate folds. In spite of the poor
light there was a noticeable darkening near the center. "Mmm...ugh" my
patient grunted as she seemed to stretch and her legs opened a little
wider.

I had no plan when I entered room 606. As God is my judge I did not go in
there with the intent of molesting this gorgeous creature. My euphoria when
I left missus Caulfield had lead me here only to gaze on the nubile
beauty. With her arousal now so undeniable, and mine so irrepressible
something had to be done.

I withdrew from the dreamy girl, and despite the fact that the other bed on
the semi private room was empty I began to draw the privacy drape. The
removal of my hand from her tummy combined with the sound of the drapery
track rollers embedded in the ceiling caused Sarah's brilliant blue eyes to
open. Our eyes met as I walked the drape around its track. "Sarah, you know
the doctors have not been able to really understand what is causing your
pain." Her eyes were very wide and frightened looking.

"Yeah, I know. Doctor Menendez told me there are a couple more tests he
needs to do before I can go home."

"How many doctors have examined you Sarah?" I asked drowning in the
blueness of her eyes.

"Uh, I don't know, uh..." she thought for a moment "four?" she was asking
me.

"I don't know either sweetheart, but they were all men, weren't they?"

"Well, yes." She answered. She had now propped herself up on her elbows.

"Sometimes women know better about these things." I said as I approached
the side of her bed again. "Would it be OK if I examined you, would that be
OK?"

"Uh, uh, I guess so" her dreaminess had been replaced with a nervous
apprehension.

"Don't be scared honey. Were they rough with you?"

"Uh, sometimes it hurt, and...and... I was embarrassed and it was really
uncomfortable!" there was a cry in her voice.

"This will be different I promise. I'll be very gentle, OK?" I looked into
those welling blue pools again "you wouldn't be embarrassed with me would
you honey?"

"No, I trust you Caitie." That tugged at my heart but at that moment my
pussy was in charge.

"OK, good. Then let me have a look." I encouraged as I gripped the waist
band of her panties. "Lift a little for me sweetie" I sighed as I started
to pull the girl's last covering away. Dutifully she raised her hips but
the expression on her face was still one of dread. The panties slid quickly
and easily down the slim thighs, over her knees, ankles and feet. I stood
holding the tiny piece of cotton in my hand. My eyes snapped immediately to
the treasure I had just uncovered. The bottoms of Sarah's feet were on the
bed. Her heels were next to her buttocks and her knees were together,
obscuring the view of my prize. I couldn't see her face because of her
legs. `I couldn't see her; she couldn't see me.' I lowered my head and took
the crotch of my patient's panties between my lips and sucked hard. I was
rewarded with a very sweet appetizer of what I was hoping to have a full
meal of. I had a couple of quick sucks then I pressed them to my nose,
feeling the weakness in my knees before I dropped the cute underwear to the
floor.

Standing tall and looking over top of the girl's knees I whispered "Open up
sweetie" and started applying outward pressure on her knees. There was that
look of fear still in her eyes but her legs responded to the pressure and
fell naturally outward. The blossoming flower of her startling pink
womanhood came into view. The unmistakable milky coating of arousal
threatened to drip from the engorged labia. I couldn't resist the urge to
sniff hard to inhale that unique aroma. I had always found that the younger
the pussy the sweeter the fragrance. Hers was positively like honey. My own
sex was throbbing so hard I think I had a little climax just from the
spectacle. It was similar to the jolts I had experienced so long ago
peddling that rattley old bike. My hand slid down those velvety smooth
thighs. As I reached the taunt tendons of her groin I warned "OK honey I'm
going to touch you now."

Sarah's hips lifted just a little to greet the arrival of my thumbs on her
labia. When I glanced at her face her eyes were closed again and her
luscious lower lip was between her teeth. It was difficult to pull her
labia apart because they were so slippery. I had to make three or four
attempts before I got enough traction to spread the pulsating flesh. As I
did I saw the blood red projection of her fully aroused clitoris force its
way out from under the protective hood. A tremor shot through my own clit,
and I fought the urge to wrap my lips around that surging organ. I actually
intended to stay as far away as possible from the girl's demanding love
button as possible, while continuing to explore everything else. I moved my
thumbs up and down the squishy slipperiness of the girl's engorged
labia. `Mmm ugh!" she groaned.

"Does this hurt you?" I asked rhetorically.

"Nooo ugh" her response was barely intelligible but clearly negative.

"I'm going to check inside now honey. Just relax for me." I wiggled two
fingers at the entrance to her vagina to open her lips. Very slowly I
pushed them inside the boiling passage. When I breached the entrance a glob
of mucus trickled out and down the crack between her firm round
buttocks. Hooking upward with my fingers I engaged my patient's `G' spot,
and began firmly stroking. The pace of Sarah's breathing increased and was
matching the tempo of my probing fingers. Each exhale was accompanied with
an "Ugh!" I continued my manipulations at a slightly reduced speed,
enjoying the velvety soft heat of the vaginal walls clamped around my
fingers.

I glanced up to see Sarah's head moving from side to side spraying her
golden hair out like a halo. Her hands were cupping her breasts and her
thumbs were bumping over the stiff buttons at the center of her
areola. "It's OK sweetie, you're doing just fine." I said but I doubted
that she would actually hear me. Pulling my fingers out I tried to scoop as
much her thick love juice as I could. I brought my right hand laden with
its precious cargo to my mouth. Sarah made a slightly different grunt
protesting the fact that the intense stimulation had stopped. My left hand
was resting on the side of my moaning patient's vulva, my left thumb
running up and down her prominent inner lips; still taking care not to
engage her clitoris.

I thought I could see the red button pulsating in the dim light. I swished
the nectar I had recovered around in my mouth like fine cognac, reveling in
the rich subtitle flavor. "Almost done honey" I announced but it was really
for my own benefit. I leaned forward and captured the long neglected love
button between my lips. Applying very gently suction I rolled the pea sized
bundle of nerve endings in slow circular motions with my tongue. My chin
was buried in the hot squishy labia when the first thrust came. If I hadn't
been prepared for it I would have been thrown half way across the room. I
met the upward force with my neck and shoulder muscles and increased
suction on the wildly vibrating clit.

I brought my left arm across her surging hips while my right hand went
under the sweet round bottom. When Sarah's hips levitated off the bed the
second time I easily slipped my finger between her rear cheeks and wiggled
them until I located the puckered bud of her anus. The overflow of vaginal
secretions was more than sufficient to allow my index finger to penetrate
the extraordinarily tight orifice. Once I was in to the first knuckle I
applied steady pressure, completely burying the slick digit in my patient's
ass. I felt the hot spurt of liquid hit under my chin and roll down the
front of my throat. Repositioning, I was able to catch the second divine
blast in my mouth. I opened wide and captured as much of the teenage vulva
between my lips as I could and sucked greedily. Sarah's thighs were now
clamped on the sides of my head and she was trying to roll on her side. I
pulled my finger out of her bum and began the strenuous task of prying the
teenager's legs open, so I could get my head out.

I stood up gasping and realizing that, in my zeal to capture every possible
drop of cum, I may have forgotten to breathe. I grasped the swing out table
for support as I felt what had been the first volley of cum trickling down
my chest, making its way inexorably between my breasts. I couldn't get my
eyes to focus. Through the haze I made out the form of the teenager lying
on her side in the fetal position, both hands between her legs. My pussy
was pounding like a bass drum, my breasts were tingling and my nipples were
so hard they felt like they were about to shoot right through my bra and
scrubs top like bullets from a gun.

I never saw Brittney coming but suddenly her arms were around me and her
tongue was lapping at the delicious fluid that continued to drip from my
chin onto my upper chest.