Butterflies and Firecrackers

I stripped my grungy scrubs from my weary body.  My body aches in a way that is new to me.  My day had been grueling and long…sweaty and intense.  As I patiently cared for my critically ill patients, my core is being physically exhausted, leaving only a mental vividness of my lover’s arms.

My ceil blue tendered uniform lays crumpled at the foot of my full length mirror.  I inspect the curves of my body…the feel of my hips…the supple curve of my breasts.  The tiny barbells protrude from my areola posing pressure on my nipples.  I am aware of the sensation as I bend down to peel my panties off.

I hear my lover coming in, slowly closing the door. I hear the thud of his shoes hit the closet with a thump.  His keys tossed into the sharp mahogany valet.

My pussy moistens…

I long for the feel of his manhood next to me…his lips tantalizing mine.

I hear the creak of his leather chair resonate up the empty stairwell…the same emptiness my heart felt after being away all day.  I want to wrap my tan legs around him and trap his cock next to mine.

…And that is what I am going to do!

My butterfly lies helplessly in the floor.  Its wings helplessly void of vibration.

I pick up the thin black straps and gingerly step into them.  Securely positioning my hip bones to be the handle to keep my fluttering friend in place, I retrieve the remote. 

Ummmmmm…..batteries are good as a vibrating chill runs up my spine.

Easing my way down the stairs with my breasts naked and only my butterfly hiding my sweet spot, I feel as if I am dancing to my lover’s seat.  His head turns as my body infiltrates his peripheral vision.  A smile covers his face.  My desires evident as lust flickers in my eyes.

I waste no time as I climb on top of him blocking his  computer screen.  My legs interlock. As his mind comprehends the spontaneity of this moment, I slowly kiss him.  Leaving no questions of my devilish needs for him, my hips begin a soft tango.  My juices lubricate my delicate purple friend that separates my sex from his building bulge.

Ohhhhh, I can feel that cock harden.  My body begins to scream for more.

With a free hand, I turn on the vibrating body.  My love button responds and swells and the butterfly sends rivets of electricity through me.  His chair aids in the gentle rocking motion my weight creates.  As he sits in awe, I rock on his cock until my butterfly is flying on its highest speed.  His hands are secured on the hand rests by the gentle restraints of my own.  My breasts hang hungrily just within reach.

And I cum.

A thunderous clap echoes my soul and juices explode filling the emptiness of the day.  My body trembles.  I sit upon his lap as waves of victory wash my body over…and over….and over.

“Would you cheat on your husband?”

I stared wide-eyed and silent.  I tried to speak to only find myself cough violently as my bite of salad slid down wrong.  Finally able to gulp air in normally, I shake my head no.

“Really?”  She asks again in disbelief.

No, I tell her.  I wouldn’t cheat.

She gives me scenario after scenario of “hot” celebs walking in with their cocks out ready and hard.  I insist, no.  Granted my weakness for Pitt may bring me to my knees, but I wasn’t about to admit this to her.  Instead, I pick at the bottom of my bowl in seated denial.

“I’ve cheated on my husband,” she declares.

I keep my eyes diverted as I absorb this information from my orientee.  Why?  Why? I silently ask myself.  I shift in my seat and set my empty bowl down.  Why is she confiding in me?

“You don’t seem shocked.” She pouts.

(What to say, what to say???)

Takes a lot to shock me these days, I finally tell her.

(I figured I didn’t need to go into Doc and me with her.  New people were kept out of my personal loop on purpose.  Her supposed shock factor didn’t have me impressed at all… but, that didn’t keep me from wanting to know more.)

“I’ve fucked Dr. Chris. “   She confesses.

I met her gaze with unhidden disbelief.  Dr. Chris was brand new.  He was our fresh as a baby’s ass new ER doctor.  He was familiar to almost all the ICU staff since he did his residency with us as well.  Every young new nurse wanted to fuck him.  But, he made it quite clear he was involved.  With Andy.

“Oh.  He’s not gay,” to answer my unasked question.  “Andy is his foster brother.  His dad has been ill requiring chemo out of state, and he has been helping care for him.  His mom was torn.  She knew she had to be with his dad, but she knew Andy would be put back into foster care while she was gone.  Chris offered to keep Andy until his dad was better.  That’s why he stayed here after his residency.”

I shook my head as I absorbed all this.  I didn’t realize I had so many questions about Dr. Chris, but I guess I did.  He was one gorgeous hunk of a man.  Blonde hair, green eyes.  Yummy wrapped in blue scrubs.  

Her voice slowly filled my ears again…. “it was my last year of nursing school while I was in my ER rotation.”

What was?  My own daydream had me unfocused.

“When I fucked him.”

“I was dropping off some charts in medical records and the end of the day when I saw him slip into the ‘resting room’.  You know the room that the on-call docs can rest.”  I shook my head in understanding. “I slipped in behind him.  I’ve known him for a long time.  My family use to live on the same street as his.  I’ve watched him wash cars, throw footballs, mow the yard in nothing but scraggly old sweat shorts.  I knew what he was packing under those threads.  And, quite frankly, I’ve spent many, umm, private moments in bed thinking of him.  My mouth watered just at the thought of sucking his cock.”

“I heard him tell the ER staff he was going to rest so I knew my timing had to be perfect.  I lingered a bit after dropping the charts back off for him to come down the hall.  Thank goodness that door was slow to close behind him, because I didn’t know it had a code on it to get in.”

“Anyway, when I slipped in he was already kicking off his shoes and untying his scrubs.  He froze and asked me if I needed anything.  I walked up to him and yanked his scrubs all the way down.  He backed up and asked me what I thought I was doing.  I told him that he just couldn’t walk around me all day long and expect me to go home and masturbate to the dreams I have of him.  I needed tangible release.”

“I pushed him until he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled his pants off the rest of the way.  He wore those boxer briefs.  Just seeing the outline of his cock made me wet.   I pulled him out and teased the tip and underside of his sheath until a bead of moisture escaped.  I knew I was winning then.  I pulled his briefs down and sank back to my knees between his legs.  I took him into my mouth and felt him grow hard and turgid.  I worked up and down the length until he couldn’t keep his hands away.  ‘Oh, hell’ he murmurs as he grabs my hair and begins working my head up and down his shaft.  The bigger he got the wetter I got.  I could taste his precum seeping onto my tongue as he found a gentle rhythm with his hips and my mouth.  It felt so good knowing I was the one he was mouth-fucking.  I see the way the others look at him, and all I wanted all day was to cum on his cock.”

“Unable to close my legs any tighter, I needed to spread them wide so I could get relief.  I broke away just long enough to grab a condom from my back pocket and to untie my own scrubs.  He leaned forward and rubbed my pussy through my panties.  I trembled on weak knees and almost came right then.  I peeled the drenched piece of satin down and left them in a wet pool behind me.  He parted me with his fingers, and I smiled with immense pleasure as he tested the tightness and wetness of what waited for him.  Hunger began dancing in his eyes as I pushed him back again and rolled the Trojan down his VERY impressive cock.  One more quick suck of his sheathed member before I took him all in.  I balanced on each side of his hips and sucked my breath in as I could feel him fill and stretch me. ‘Oh FUCK’ I moaned out.  He growled low in his throat as he grabbed my ass and began to rock and thrust into me.  I let him set the pace.  I could feel my body heat up and respond as if I was a part of an electrical current.  He rubbed my clit with his thumb and I came undone.  My body exploded as I convulsed around him in the most wondrous orgasm I’ve ever had. “

“He turned me over and brought my ass to the edge of the mattress.  My pussy was still quivering as he began to fuck me harder.  I knew he was building up to his own release.  He reached under my bra and rolled my nipple hard as his cock went deeper and deeper.  I tried not scream but he felt so fucking good!  As he held onto my nipple and thrusted between my thighs, I broke loose again.  This time as my pussy twitched and clamped his cock, he came.  Feeling him pulsate inside my sensitive pussy was delish.  As sinful as it all sounds, it was the best sex I can remember in a long time.”

“I got up and cleaned myself up the best I could before dressing.  I leaned up to taste his lips and savor the moment.  I whispered, ‘thank you, our secret’ before silently leaving.”

I sat there open-mouthed I’m sure with my fork dangling in the air from mid-bite.  I blinked, swallowed, and asked, did you tell him YOU were married?

“No.”

 “Bastard!”  I heard her yell as I walked into the break room seeing her slam the phone onto the receiver.  “You okay?” I ask.

“Yes.  No.  Yes.” She tried to convince herself more than me.  And, that’s when the tears fell.  I stood quietly against the door not sure what I should do next as her frustration dropped one salty drop at a time.

I’ve never been one to tolerate the heaving, sobbing conversation, but this was my friend.  I stood poised and ready to speak when she blurted out, “Bastard LEFT ME!  Left me!  No one fucking leaves me!”

I just watched as her make-up smeared with each swipe from the back of her hand as she fought to compose her emotions into some sort of control.  I fought the urge to laugh.

I know.  I’m cruel.  I want to yell in her face how much I told her so.  To scream her naiveness. To crumble to the floor and admit… I understand.

“he left me…” she whimpers as the last shake of her shoulders fall.

She had been sleeping with a new, young doc.  A married one.  From gathered snip-its of conversation, his adultery (or hers) had started in early years of medical school.  I listened to gossip, She ignored it.  She was determined she was different.  He would leave his wife for her.  She would be the difference.  Instead, I found my way to the chair next to hers and listened to the consensual acts between them.

The unfed passion that still lingered…

She told me of their last night together.  It was just last Saturday.  Patient acuity and numbers had been low all shift.  She was going to get to leave early.  She snuck down the back stairwell with her cell phone in hand and sent him a text.  Fifteen minutes later she clocked out for the night, put her stethoscope away, and grabbed her coat and keys.  He was parked next to her and she slid into his passenger door.

He greeted her with the deepest of kisses.  He gently cupped her breast as he nibbled her lip.  He released her and put the car in drive and left the dark parking lot.

He kept his hand on her knee as they left the city behind in a blur of lights.  She rested her head on the headrest as he began to tease her with his fingers rubbing gently along her thigh.  The scenery turned to thickets of trees.  He turned into a closed camping park and eased the car into park killing the engine and opening his door to get out.  Crossing over, he opens her door for her and takes her hand to lead her into the dark.  She felt like a teenager out late after curfew.

He pressed his body next to hers causing her back to mold to the metal of the car.  His mouth was ravenous and hungered for her.  He nipped at her breasts through her clothes before pulling it off over her head.  Her tiny satin bra wet from his attention.  He brought her perky breasts over the thin material and nibbled her swollen nipple.  He opened the back door and pushed her ass to the backseat.  He growled as he continued to strip her scrub pants from her.  He left nothing on her but bra with her breasts spilling out of them.  He pushed one leg up over the passenger seat before taking the seat belt to her ankle and holding her in place.  He did the same with her right.  He smiled malevolently as he eyed her approvingly.  Her pussy glistening in the moonlight.  He smacked his lips as he bent down to take a bite.

She moaned at his mercy as he owned her body.  She drank up every moment.  She whispered to him between gasps and clit nips how much she loved him.  How much she wished she could go to his bed with him and wake up in the morning naked in his arms.  She professed the need to be loved by him.  He looked up from between her legs with his sparkling eyes and smiled.  He smacked her cleft one good hard time before unbuckling his belt and freeing his rigid cock.  He forced himself inside her in one commanding thrust causing her pussy to spasm at the sudden entrance.  She screamed his name until ecstasy overtook her while he grinded between her legs. And once he took from her all he could stand, he pulled his fat sticky cock out and sprayed her belly with his cum….

“He fucked me like a whore and left me,” she said through sniffles.

“Bastard!” I said as I wiped the last tear she’d cry over him.

Diaries of the Naked Nurse: The New Girl

Last week was the first time I saw her. I worked over half the shift before I even knew her name.  Bethany.  Such a beautiful name.  Such a scrumptious girl.

I’m only eager to go back to work if I know I’m going to see Doc.  But, she had some kind of magical pull over me.  Her eyes danced and her giggle was infectious.  Her curves hypnotizing.

She has started invading my dreams.

I worked with her again yesterday.  She wore her honey spun hair in pigtails and a delicate layer of lip gloss.

I dreamt of her again last night.

Her lips were so soft and plump. I nibbled my way from her pouty bottom lip to the sweet hollow dip at the bottom of her throat.  I could feel the gentle vibrations as she moaned against my trail of tiny licks and kisses.

She stood naked in my room. Her tiny breasts fit perfectly into the palms of my hands.  I ran my tongue over her stiffened nipples enjoying the texture of her aureole as I slid across in slow circular sweeps.

She didn’t fight me as I slowly backed her to the wall.  Her long blond hair hung begging for my fingers.  It felt like tiny strands of silk as I parted the waves with my fingernails before gathering a handful.  Keeping her balanced, I tasted her mouth again exploring thoroughly.  She tasted as sweet as she smelled.

I parted her trembling thighs easily.  Her pussy was wet with desire.  She shuddered as my fingers found her cleft and then easily parted her aching folds.  Her breath escaping as pants, she whispers, “Please.  Touch me.”

My fingers slide easily inside.  Thrusting rhythmically to her breathing, my thumb massaged her clit.  Her restraint melted as her orgasm crushed her.  She milked my fingers as she squeezed every drop of bliss from her wave.

She swept her tongue over her dry lips beckoning me to lick them before she reached her hand to my throbbing sex whispering, “May I?”

… And that was it.  My eyes fluttered open as my body denied reality and my thighs squeezed shut as my own orgasm flowed freely from me.

The Diary of the Naked Nurse

(an accompaniment of The Chronicles)

 Picking up extra shifts is never fun, but I had to.  I had to have something to take my mind off of him.  Not hearing from him hurts a part of my soul I didn’t know could hurt.  I shake our last encounter from my mind as I force myself to continue onto the next scheduled task of the night.  Fuck.  I don’t want to do this.

I linger in the equipment closet longer than I should.  It didn’t take me that long to gather the new dressing supplies, but standing over my greasy patient wasn’t something I was looking forward to.

 I scan the neatly organized stock filling a basin as I hear the back exit door open and shut.  Must be someone’s smoke break.  Damn.  If only I smoked I’d get a break every now and then…

I hear the scuffle of and click of shoes again before the exit door opens and shuts.

I recognized those loafers.  Dr.  K.

I counted to ten before I left my little hiding spot and crept out the door after them.  I know I shouldn’t have, but I knew what was behind that door.  A parking lot down and an empty hallway up that led to a sealed, unused door to the roof.  But, it was the little nook and cranny area between the stair levels that were coveted.  I all of a sudden couldn’t help but wonder how many secret rendezvous have been hidden up there.  My breath had been taken in that hallway, my panties soaked.

Slowly I creep through the door and tip-toe up the first level of stairs.  I stay hidden in the shadows and only pause when I can hear the soft whimpers coming from just a few feet away.

I could imagine the scene…

She sat knelt before him ignoring the hard concrete offering her mouth to his hard cock.  I could hear the saliva building in her mouth and lubricating his insistent fucking.  I knew he had her by the pony tail helping to guide her up and down his shaft.  He was both gentle and dominating.  When she sucked him right, you could hear his groans of pleasure.  But, you could hear him growl…. Take my cock.  Don’t let it dangle past your lips!  I want to feel the back of your throat with every thrust!  If you can’t please me with your mouth, then you’ll never please me with your pussy.

I almost felt sorry for Brandy then, but, ehhh.  This was her choice.  Playing cat and mouse with a doctor, you sometimes step on a trap.  You’ll be ok, but it sure the fuck stings for a while.

I returned to my gathered supplies and continue with my work.  Just a couple of more hours.  I catch myself glancing back at the door as my heart continues ache and my mind rewinds memories….  Come for me.  Let feel you shake.  My scrubs around my ankles, his lips next to mine, and his hand fucking me.  I came so hard that he had to keep me from falling.

I heard Brandy come back through the door sniffling.  I watched her duck into the equipment closet to straighten her clothes and wipe her tears.  I guess she didn’t please him.

I know I could…