The Chronicles of the Naked Nurse…….Thrust

 Fifth installment:

Thrust

Thrust……that word has stuck in my head all day.  So many yummy thoughts that penetrate my imagination with that one word…..thrust…….thrust……this is why……..

My dream has saturated my every thought since waking…….a dream that has consumed my every moment…….every conscience attempt to erase it has been in vain……..

I had only seen him a few times…….a nurse extern…….those that are still in nursing school gaining real world experiences in a hospital setting……My hospital setting.

He was tall with a large muscular frame, baby blue eyes and sun washed hair.  I enjoyed his company.  A brilliant flash of his smile was intoxicating and made your knees give ever so gently under your weight.  He lathered me with compliments until my mind was soapy with thoughts of him.

We hurried from patient to patient, he staying diligently behind every footstep I made.  He asked questions and listened intently with a hypnotizing gaze. 

We cared for our critically ill patients….hung blood products, took assessments, charted vital signs.  It is at this moment that thrusting envoured my mind…….

As I wrote in my nurses notes, I could see him from the corner of my eye.  He was watching me, but he was unaware that I could see him.  He stood very still, almost hidden by the massive amounts of IV pumps.  His hand cups his crotch.  He definitely had his hands full.  As I watched him, I became aware of my own breathing, stance, and movements.  If he was going to watch me, I wanted to give him a show.

As he stroked his obvious bulge, I leaned over the patient in a way that exposed my cleavage enough for him to steal a peek…..if he wanted.  I could see him rubbing his cock.  I caught his eye and seduced him with a smile of mischievous intentions. 

I tell him not to stop.  I want to see what he has to offer.  No one will bother us.

He loosens the tie to his scrubs and reaches inside.  He frees his cock from inside his boxers and begins to stroke slowly up and down his thick shaft. 

I stick my hands inside the V-neck of my top pulling my full breasts from their lacy harness.  My tiny nipples quickly harden.  I trace the outline with my tongue and slowly pull at my nipple rings with my teeth. 

I watch as he makes rhythmic stroking actions up and down his cock.

Slow and steady at first…….enjoying every moment……but as I continue to fondle myself, his fist works harder and faster……..leaving me with an aftertaste of sex in my mouth……..drooling wanting more.

He moans he wants to cum.  I’m the encouraging cheerleader and chant…….I want to see you……….I dare you!!!!

Oh…….you naughty bitch! he declares between clinched teeth. 

I continue to circle my nipples with my tongue.  My free hand finds the space moistening between my legs and explore my own sweet wetness……

I can tell that was his breaking point. With one last tight squeeze and deep growl resonating from somewhere deep within……..cum sprays all over the wall and floor.

Mmmmmmm……..I whisper.

As I  bend down beside him with a wet cloth to help him clean his load, I can’t help but giggle a little.  He grabs me gently by the back of my hair and turns me towards him.

………You naughty, naughty bitch.

……..I rub my groggy eyes to try and eliminate the visions of my young blonde stallion…..His thick cock…….his creamy load……..  I so desperately wished my dream was of Doc…. to ease the ache of my wet pussy……….
 

The Chronicles of the NakedNurse

The inner child wins again………

Fourth installment:

Being called off from work the past few days have been difficult.  My fantasies have reached a new level of vividness, and I catch myself touching my love areas at all times of the day.  I want to see Doc…..hear his voice….gaze into those mesmerizing eyes……..I want to feel the surge of energy from his meticulous hands……mmmmmmmmm

He was in the unit on the last day I worked, but since he wasn’t on my case, all I could do was stare.  It had already been a few days since I had seen him, and I starved for his attention……I yearned for it…….craved to taste it………bathe in it…..in him

I knew I had to be cunning and quick………For I knew my stolen moments would have to natural and unnoticed……….Oh, what he does to my insides. 

My legs are like jelly as I ease my way to the x-ray box where he is studying the growing tumors of a 40 year old’s cat scan.

As sorrowful as I was for this patient, I could not ignore my desires.  I could not turn my focus from those piercing eyes…….the eyes that mirrored my own lust.  But as electric eels that slither from their predators, his hand sent thunderous shivers throughout my being as he placed it on the small of my back………Just a simple touch, but it left an indescribable absence once removed.

As the heat radiated and warmed my thighs, our moment was over.  I was left with the memory of the inferno weltering inside….the wetness a mounting heat creates………a feeling I would have to explore alone……….

The Chronicles of the NakedNurse……Sinful innuendos

Third Installment:
I hate to admit it, but I failed today. I clocked in this morning with every innocent thought I could muster. There he was, again, sitting at the ledge going over his morning list. That damn wink and good morning. Small talk. Gotta make small talk. But, of course, my small talk is suppressed with the uncontrollable blushing in my cheeks. “Good morning” and “How are you”? I can not fucking believe that is all I could say. I go back to report with the memory of his cock pressed next to me…….

I don’t have a clue what was said during report. I took my assignment and went to get my chart. Damn, he was still there. I had to busy myself….and quick. A hundred different ideas were racing through my mind on how to find time with him alone behind the curtain of my comatose patient. Oh, how easy it could have been……

Instead, as I painstakingly shaved my poorly groomed patient, I fantasized. I could still hear him giving orders at the nursing station. That smooth voice. That gentle chuckle. I yearned for him to be in the room with me.

I’ve never really been good at transposing my thoughts onto a stranger, but as I leaned across this sleeping body to shave him, he is all I saw. I know that my breast slid across his chest. I know my cleavage would have been staring him straight in his face. And, I know, my slender neck was close enough to smell. Had his hands not been restrained, I would have given in to what surely would have been a purely sinful moment.

A code blue was unfortunately called at the end of my shift. And, as doctors do, they respond. As I was doing my skillfully trained CPR, he saunters into the room. He offers to take my place over the fragile sternum of the patient. Was it my imagination? No, it couldn’t have been. Yes, that was definitely his hand sliding across my breast…….

The Chronicles of the NakedNurse……..Eyes of Persuasion

Second Installment:

Why does he wink at me like that? I can’t concentrate. I can’t focus. I am in a total daze of confusion. I find myself losing my place on my notes in just one quick glance across the nurses’ station. I imagine accidentally ending up in an empty room with him as he tidies up from a patients’ room. Then the butterflies get to me. What if he makes a move? Would I cheat on my husband? Would a kiss be that bad? Oh, but only a kiss? I can already feel the quivers. Those quivers that you feel from your first French kiss. Your real ‘French kiss’. I tremble nervously at the mere possibility of an ‘accidental’ touch on the way out to the next room.

The primordial urge that surges in me is a total surprise. It happens so fast! Starting as an “atta girl”, “good job”, and “where would your patient’s be without you” and ending with the warm, strong hand of the owner of the sea of green eyes placed boldly on the back of my head. My lips find themselves pressed, oh so sensually, next to his. I feel the dampness heat my thighs.

Oh, I know this stolen moment will end too soon. I hear my name being echoed down the hall. How I long for his tumescent member that is throbbing near my soul.

I find myself yearning yet again a stolen glance from those mesmerizing eyes of emeralds.
 

The Chronicles of the NakedNurse……Nightshift Seductions

First installment:

Working night shift is not only gregarious but a necessary shift. I posses the uncontrollable urge to sunbathe. Nestled in a remote corner of my yard where I can lazily toss my top to the side exposing my supple breasts to the comforts of the sun. So, when I say that the night shift is necessary, I deem it necessary for the erasure of my tan lines.

However, the night shift is also the shift that has the most ‘uncontrolled’ personalities grouped into one place. It is no wonder that uncontrolled flirting and adultery sows it’s little seeds. Even the most loved wives and doctors need intimate companionship when the wee hours whisper for their special talents.

That’s why I volunteer for the night shift……..to be the solid embrace for a heart that needs a nurses special touch.

That special doctor. The 30 something year old handsome doctor. The articulate hands that keep you mesmerized while you diligently attempt to complete your work. The doctor that comes out at 2 in the morning in the same scrubs you are wearing. And the same one that overlooks your simple mistakes but, instead, steals you aside and shares with how he wants it done……..