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A Nurse's Touch - by Charlotte
Everyone else had cut out for lunch early except me and Doc J, whom I could hear dictating his notes back in his office from the morning's patients at our urgent care clinic. I loved everything about my nurse manager position there starting with being able to wear cute street clothes, instead of scrubs. That day I was in a crisp, white linen shirt, a black and white houndstooth pattern skirt and soft leather, black boots that had the cutest little laces up the back of my calves. Underneath I had on a white stretch-satin bra and matching boy shorts. My long, soft curls hung passed my shoulders and I had opted for just some mascara and pink lip gloss to finish my conservative look. I was able to set my own hours, encouraged to attend any and all conferences that interested me, and mostly there was no policy against getting involved with patients. Little did I know just how important that last thing would be until Jeff walked in.
Jeff was a totally blue-collar kind of guy, so not the type I usually go for, but damn this guy was fine. He had a hint of Tom Cruise about him, but better and taller. He had these huge brown eyes that smiled for him and an adorable cowlick in the front of his jet black hair that wasn't being tamed by his spikey haircut. Tan Timberland boots, worn Levi 501s and a tight, white pocket T-shirt covered this broad-shouldered, lean Adonis. Suddenly I was aware of just how firmly my undies were pressing against my clit and my nipples were rock hard and visible through my shirt. He stared; I blushed; we both laughed and I finally managed to ask how I could help him, noticing the white hanky wrapped around his forearm. He told me it was nothing really, just a small burn from using a torch while laying pipes over at the new mall that was being built a block away. He was the foreman there, but it had happened just as his boss stopped by and he insisted it be looked at. Jeff apologized for coming in at lunchtime (such a sweet guy!) (God, I'm so horny right now from looking at him!) (I want his cock in my hot, hungry mouth!) as I unwrapped his arm and took him to a treatment cubicle.
I hear Doc J behind me asking about our patient. Doc takes a quick look at the arm, tells us it's not serious and writes 'superficial burn protocol' on the blank chart. "I have a noon tee time, Char. You can handle this on your own *wink*, right?", Doc says as he's walking out the clinic door and locking it. My mind is screaming at me, "OH, I'll handle him alright! Quick, think of a reason he needs to be naked!". Instead, I explain what I'll be doing to clean up his arm and inquire about his last tetanus shot. I could have easily picked the supplies I needed from the cabinets on the wall, but I chose to use the ones in the bin on the floor; the bins that required me to bend over and expose the backs of my thighs, not to mention a glimpse of my (by now) soaked panties. I was sure Jeff could hear the *squish* from my dripping wet pussy as I stood back up. Wow, it seemed to have gotten hotter in here; I feel dizzy. I can see a bulge forming in his Levis, and that's not helping my composure at all. We've chit-chatted enough by now for me to know he's single and has no dinner plans. Definitely time for me to "work" on him!
I step in between his parted thighs and begin to wrap his burn in saline soaked gauze and THEN ask for his insurance card. "Oh, it's in your wallet in your back pocket? Sure, I can get it for you...". I lean into his chest, feel him smell my hair, slide my hand over his ass and into his pocket, and pretend to lose my balance. He catches me with his free hand and somehow our mouths end up an inch away from one another's. We stare into one another's eyes for a full 15 seconds and then there is this crushing kiss that is stealing my breath, and a tongue that is obliterating any professional reasoning I have. Clothing is flying through the air; all that remains are his boxers and jeans around his thighs and my boots on widespread legs!
My tummy and chest are pressed against the leather of that exam table, his cock pressed against the opening of my tight, wet pussy and his chest laying across my back to be able to gently bite at my shoulder. I can feel how big he is without having seen him; feel his cock stretching me open in a painful pleasure that makes me moan loudly then bite my lower lip. He fucks me fast and hard, there is no other choice. I've never wanted anyone's cock so badly before! Moments pass, my mind preparing to explode in orgasm with my swollen, beaten clit. Somehow we manage to tense and release at the exact same time and I swear I can hear us both purring, our bodies melted together on that table. I open my eyes and can see a hazy reflection of us in the stainless steel grill above the sink. I can feel him starting to soften inside of me.
We both start to giggle and he asks if he insurance covers this type of office visit. He's such a nut! That's why I've been diligent about making house calls all this week seeing to his burn. Naturally each visit requires a complete and thorough physical. Being a dedicated nurse sure is HARD work sometimes.
