(This story contains graphic descriptions of sex and is not intended to offend but solely for the harmless private pleasure of those so inclined)
THE STUDENT NURSE by Shuraz
I had been working as a student nurse at the geriatric ward of Central Hospital for three months when Mrs. Rowan was admitted. To be quite honest, I'd hardly paid much attention at first; I knew she had bronchitis and late at night, when I was doing my rounds, I could hear her coughing in her sleep. Other than that I had only entered her room to change her bedding when she was off having x-rays. I was, however, struck by a small, framed picture on the table near her bed of an attractive woman of 40 or so. She had a smooth face, large black eyes, big pouting lips, short black hair, and a very good figure with high, firm breasts that gave her the appearance of a woman much younger than her age.
"Must be her daughter," I thought to myself as I fluffed up the pillows, and left it at that. But about two weeks after she arrived I was straightening up in the supply room one night when my supervisor, head nurse Peters, came in and asked me to do a special favour.
"Poor woman," she said, "She doesn't get any visitors, not a sign of her husband or children anywhere. And now she's coughing so much she can hardly get out of bed."
Then she added in what seemed to be almost a playful tone, "Be a good girl, Carol. Bring her this bed-pan and keep her company for a while."
I must say I was a bit surprised by that playfulness. Not that Nurse Peters wasn't ever nice; in fact, for an unmarried woman in her early fifties with the responsibility for a whole ward of semi-incompetent young student nurses like me she had a rather a pleasant disposition. With her graying hair, plain features and huge bust she could have made the perfect ogre of a head-mistress. Instead she proved to be more of a mother hen than a tyrant, keeping us all in line but encouraging us at the same time. But up until that time she had never addressed me by my first name, only "nurse Williams", and our relationship had always been strictly professional. Now she seemed to have a little twinkle in her eye as she patted me on the behind as a sign I should get a move on.
"Right away, nurse Peters," I answered as I removed the bed-pan from the cupboard and made for the door.
"Sylvia", she said suddenly in a shy, gentle voice. "Just call me Sylvia."
Now I was really confused by this sudden familiarity, so much so that at first I could hardly get the word past my lips. But then I thought to myself, after all, orders are orders.
"All right . . . Sylvia," I answered somewhat mechanically. But as I did a surprising warmth began to spread itself all over my body. My cheeks and toes began to feel warm and most surprisingly my nipples suddenly felt hard and erect, pushing my bra flush up against my nurse's uniform. I quickly turned in embarrassment towards the door. But before leaving I couldn't help but quickly turn again to get another glimpse of this "new" side of herself nurse Peters had shown me. She was smiling broadly, and in the soft light of the supply room, I suddenly found myself thinking for the first time that she wasn't such an unattractive woman after all.
"Go on, get going," she said with a chuckle, and I hurried with the bed-pan down the corridor.
By the time I reached Mrs. Rowan's room my head had cleared and it was back to business. That's what I thought anyway. But as I opened the door and prepared to turn on the overhead I saw that the room was already awash with light; on the table next to Mrs. Rowan's stood a lighted candle that spread a soft and almost eerie tint throughout the room. Behind it I saw in those same tints the face of Mrs. Rowan; soft wavy hair, big black eyes, large lips. In fact the same face I had seen in the photo, but now, aglow in the flickering candlelight, even more youthful and mysterious than before.
"This can't be right," I thought to myself, but once again the flush returned to my face and I could feel my nipples straining against my bra. For a moment I stood frozen at the door and I suddenly realised we were staring at one another.
"I know it's against regulations," she finally said in a coy, apologetic voice, seemingly anticipating a reaction from me. But I was still too dumbfounded to speak.
"Please indulge me, just this once," she continued in an almost child-like voice. "I'm usually such a good girl, really I am." A coy smile swept across her face.
"Snap out of it," I remember telling myself as I finally closed the door behind me and started slowly towards the bed. I knew I should tell her to put out the candle, but in the presence for the first time of a "younger" woman on my ward, I felt somehow helpless to assert my authority. Besides, I had to admit that a candlelit hospital room was much nicer than a fluorescent-lit one.
"Well, all right, but just this once," I finally managed to say putting on my best nurse-like manner as I approached her bedside. As I did she quickly pulled back her bed-cover. For a moment I had to catch my breath; despite the inelegance of the green hospital night-gown, her body in the soft candlelight appeared even more beautiful than in her picture, and despite my efforts not to I quickly found myself staring at her again. She must have noticed this for she quickly swung her legs over the side of the bed, causing her gown to ride up, exposing a pair of firm, trim thighs. My stare deepened.
"It's a good thing you came when you did, deary," she said seemingly unaware of my gaze. "Another minute and I would have done it in bed. Well?"
"Oh . . yes, I'm so sorry," I stammered as I finally realised what was expected of me. "It must be the candlelight," I added stupidly as I took her hand and helped her to a standing position. Again there was a silence.
"Well, aren't you going to help me with my panties?" she went on, a bit angrily this time.
"Yes, of course, I'm really sorry. I don't know what's got into me to-night," I answered, this time feeling really ashamed of my negligence. Bending down I grasped the bottom of her night-gown with both hands. I slowly lifted it up and as it got above her knees I could feel her spreading her legs apart and my hand brushed against the warm, soft flesh of her thighs. My face suddenly felt warm again and I could feel a tingling in my hands as I hiked the gown up over her hips and above her waist, exposing a pair of simple white cotton panties. Again I must have been staring for suddenly Mrs. Rowan placed both her hands over mine and took over the holding up of her gown. Her smooth, warm fingers momentarily intertwined with my own and I could feel yet more blood rushing to my head as she waited impatiently for me to complete my task.
"Go on, don't be frightened," she said now more sympathetically. Feeling suddenly a bit nervous, I locked my fingers under the elastic band of her panties and began to draw them over her hips, exposing her dark-tufted pussy. As I bent to pull the panties ever further down her legs my face passed slowly across the field of dark curly hair that covered her womanhood and a faint odour of her sex reached my nose and suddenly made my heart race. As one by one she bent her knees to slide her legs out of the panties, her feet brushed gently up against my naked arm and the touch was soft and tingly.
"The pan, dear, the pan, quick!" I heard her say above me, once again bringing me out of my reverie. I quickly slid it between her legs and was about to get up when the first drops of warm liquid reached the pan, bouncing up and splattering my face and arms. But despite an instinctive urge to turn away to avoid getting any wetter, I found myself just looking up, mesmerized by the yellow stream that stretched from her now moist pussy down to the edge of the pan. At that moment, Mrs. Rowan crouched down as I, as if frozen in place, continued to listen as the stream turned into a somehow soothing trickle. Our faces were now level and for a moment we just looked into one another's eyes. Mrs. Rowan smiled warmly and raising her hand to my face, she caressed my cheek for a moment, seemingly undisturbed by the liquid still clinging to it. Her touch was warm and soothing and my heart was now racing wildly.
"You did a very good job," she said softly, drawing her face ever closer until it very nearly touched my own. "Why don't you get us some paper."
Again it took me a few seconds to snap to, but I finally lifted myself up and went to the cupboard for paper. By the time I had returned to her, Mrs. Rowan was standing again. As I was still seemingly unable to take any initiative, she took the paper from my hand immediately went to work cleaning off my face and arms, as would a concerned mother. Afterwards she tended to herself. Finally she pointed to the pan, and suddenly realising again what I was supposed to do I hurried off to empty it. By the time I got back, Mrs. Rowan was in bed with the covers up over her neck. And I had finally managed to pull myself together.
"Look, I'm really sorry about how I worked to-night," I began, feeling genuinely repentant. "I'm usually a very good nurse, I just don't understand what got into me."
"You were just fine," she interrupted me, shooting out a hand from under the covers to take my own. "In fact, I'd like to have you come back to-morrow, that is if you don't mind." At first I thought to myself professionally, well, if you need another bed-pan, all you need do is call and, well, yes, I suppose I could bring it to you. But then I felt her fingers rubbing my own and then moving up along my arm to my shoulder. I could feel her draw away the collar of my uniform and place her hand on my bare shoulder, sliding her fingers underneath the strap of my bra and sliding them down towards the top of my breast. My heart was racing wildly and I could feel my nipples getting taught.
"I spoke to Sylvia," she purred as she drew away the cloth of my bra and cupped my small breast in her hand. "She told me very good things about you, how nice and devoted you are. She also mentioned you weren't married and that she's never seen you with a doctor or any other man. Is that right?" She was now caressing my nipple that, despite myself, was responding enthusiastically to her touch.
"Ah . . . look," I said to her nervously, ". . . maybe you got the wrong impression of me."
"I don't think so," she countered confidently, and with that she withdrew her hand from my now naked breast and with the help of her other hand drew down her bed-clothes. Underneath she was completely naked. My breath drew up short as I gazed upon her youthful body: her large firm breasts, her flat tummy, her lithe, shapely legs and again, the beautiful mound of curly dark hair that covered her pussy. And again, despite my best efforts not to react, my nipples were growing tighter and now I could feel my own pussy moistening between my legs.
"Don't you like what you see?" she asked me with surprising sincerity. "Not even a little bit?" And with that she stuck out her hand again and took a hold of mine. She drew it close to one of her delicious round breasts and pressed it up against her nipple. I could feel it harden and rise between my fingers and the feel of it was suddenly exquisite. By the time she began to move my hand around, caressing first one then her other breast, my heart was going wild and my cunt was soaked through. Then, without releasing my gaze, she moved my hand over her tummy down towards her hairy mound. I could feel the curly tufts between my fingers and she expertly pressed one of then between the folds of her pussy, pressing it gently on her swollen, wet clitoris. As she rubbed my finger back and forth I could see her eyes closing and an audible groan escaped her lips.
Feeling the smooth wetness of her clit and watching her masturbate herself with my hand made me delirious. I could feel my other hand making its way down to between my legs where my own pussy was now crying out for attention. But just as I was about to lift my uniform over my thighs to enter the realm of my own womanhood, I suddenly realised what I was doing: masturbating in front of a patient! I quickly withdrew my hand from Mrs. Rowan's vagina, stood up and began to straighten out my bra and close the buttons of my uniform. Looking down I could see the look of surprise and disappointment on Mrs. Rowan's face.
"Look," I said to her in as calm a manner as the circumstances permitted, "I can't do this. I'm really sorry." And with that I turned around and headed for the door.
"I still hope you'll come back," I heard her call out as I reached the corridor. But I was too ashamed to look back. I just felt like hiding my head in the deepest hole I could find and never coming out again. I ran down the corridor without looking up and ran smack into Nurse Peters.
"What's the matter Carol, darling?" she called after me as I continued my way towards the dorms without even excusing myself. I ran to my room, opened the door and without even turning on the light, threw myself on my bed. I could feel hot tears flowing down my cheeks. I must have lain there in my uniform like that for at least an hour.
At first my thoughts were all of the shame I felt for having done what I did. Slowly, though, I realised that what I was really ashamed of was that I really did enjoy it, that I really did feel the desire to go on and expose myself to her, to gratify her and myself and experience the wonderful feeling of orgasm with another woman. At that point I raised the finger that had gently masturbated my patient's intimate places and held it to my nose. The scent of her womanhood still clung strongly to it and as I put it in my mouth and tasted that divine aroma, my nipples once again hardened and a feeling of excitement grew between my legs. Finally I could not resist it any longer. My hand dove under the elastic of my panties and my finger slipped between the folds of my pussy and began to rub my moist, hot clit. As my mind wandered to Mrs. Rowan's bedside and to the luscious, naked body she exposed to me there, my finger worked harder and harder, slipping in and out of my cunt until I had worked myself into a frenzy. In my fantasy, though, it was not my finger, but Mrs. Rowan's that was bringing me to climax.
At that point I stood up and without even straightening my hair, I marched out of my room and headed off for my ward. There stood Nurse Peters, patiently and somehow knowingly waiting for me. Without saying a word, she simply handed me a bed-pan and motioned for me to continue. I wanted to say something but I couldn't think of anything to say.
"It's all right," she said finally. "Go on."
At the door I hesitated. It took me a few moments to build up my courage, but finally I entered and was again struck by the soft light of the candle at Mrs. Rowan's bedside. Once again Mrs. Rowan lay under the covers and turned to me as I entered but said nothing. I closed the door behind me and leaned up against the door, fairly breathless from anticipation. This time I knew exactly what I wanted to do. Placing the bed-pan on the floor, I slowly began to unbutton my uniform, exposing to Mrs. Rowan my bra and panties. I could see the effect my display was having on her, so letting my uniform drop to the floor, I reached behind my back and unsnapped my bra, exposing my breasts to her in the flickering light. As I caressed them slowly and invitingly with my hands, I could see her start to squirm on the bed.
My cunt was growing so hot I could hardly bear it anymore. Now wearing only my panties, I picked up the bed-pan and slowly walked towards her. As I did she lowered her bed-sheet once more, exposing her beautiful, lithe body to me. Standing now next to the bed, I let her reach out and pull down my panties, exposing to her my blond, downy pussy. Again I heard her groan as she leaned forward and, placing her hands behind my buttocks, pressed her lips to my vagina, her tongue burrowing a way through my pubic hair until it touched my soft, wet clit. I instinctively spread my legs and grabbed her head from behind and pressed it gently to my triangle, feeling her tongue work its way down towards the opening to my body. Meanwhile her hands began to caress the crack between my ass-cheeks and one of her fingers made gentle circles around my anus before pressing gently inside. Feeling her tongue inside my cunt and her fingers fucking my ass, I knew I would not be able to hold out much longer. The blood rushed to my head and pounded in my pussy and my behind and soon I was swaying back and forth and screaming bloody murder.
Hearing I had reached a climax, Mrs. Rowan withdrew her face from my pussy and slowly drew me down towards her, leaving little wet kisses on my tummy and licking hungrily at my nipples and breasts. Finally we were face to face and inevitably our lips met and her tongue slid into my mouth as we kissed for the first time. It was also the first time I had ever tasted the bitter-sweetness of my own pussy-juices, for Mrs. Rowan's tongue was laced with them and I sucked hungrily to extract the last drop of it. It made me hungry for more. Our lips finally parted and Mrs. Rowan held my face cupped in her hand and smiled lasciviously.
"What a beautiful, sexual child you are," she whispered, punctuating each word with her tongue that shot out and licked at my lips. "Come now and explore my body. It's all yours."
With that she lay back on the bed and took my hand, placing it on her firm, inviting breasts. Massaging them at first gently, I knelt over and took one of her nipples in my mouth and used my tongue to spread my saliva all over it and suck on it hungrily. The sensation was fantastic, having another women's breast in my mouth, and I quickly moved on to her other breast until her whole chest glistened with my saliva. I could have done this for hours, but I could tell she was getting impatient for her hand pushed gently at my head indicating the downward direction she wished my attention to take. I obeyed, leaving wet kisses over her flat tummy and finally reaching the edge of her hairy triangle. There I hesitated, but just for a moment, for the beauty of her smooth, female body and the heat of her sex were drawing me inevitably downward. Before I knew it I had burrowed my tongue between the folds of her pussy and for the first time my face was enveloped by the warm, wet, delicious sex of woman.
"Oh, yes, darling, that's wonderful," she moaned as I grabbed hold of her hips and slid my tongue further upward into her cunt. "Just come deeper and deeper." Digging deeper behind her thighs, I felt Mrs. Rowan pushing up her rear to give me access to her ass-cheeks, which I quickly spread and began to explore with my fingers. Her second entry hole was easily found, and following her example I pushed first one and then another finger up into her posterior shaft, which made her buck wildly and groan loudly.
"Yes, that's it, that's it!" she began to scream, holding on to the back of my head and pushing up savagely with her pelvis. "Don't stop!" Though at one point I thought I might suffocate, or break a finger at the very least, I kept my tongue in her cunt and my fingers in her ass in frantic motion, until at last I felt her anus close tightly round my fingers and an extra outpouring of juices cover my tongue and lips. Her whole body shook and a long gasp escaped her lips as her orgasm slowly subsided.
Slowly I withdrew my now soaked hands from Mrs. Rowan's vagina and behind, and as I slid slowly up her sweat-covered body towards her breasts, I pressed my fingers to my lips and nose just to savour the sweet tastes of her. I paused briefly to suck at her breasts once again, but I wanted to save most of the taste of her in my mouth for the kiss I would give her when our lips met. The vigour with which she sucked my tongue into her mouth indicated that she had been waiting for this too. The kiss was long and deep and soon we both lay exhausted side by side on the bed. It seemed like an hour had passed when she finally spoke.
"I'm glad you decided to come back," she said gently touching my breasts.
"Me, too," I answered as the afterglow of female sex spread throughout my body. "I've never felt this way before."
"Well, don't worry, deary," she responded with a sly look in her eyes. "There's plenty more where that came from." And with that she began to tickle me playfully until I was in such convulsions that I finally jumped off the bed and landed with my foot straight down on the bed-pan that I had left lying next to it. I was so surprised and in pain that I grabbed for my foot and began hopping around stark naked. I must have looked totally ridiculous for Mrs. Rowan was doubled up with laughter. After a while the pain subsided and I joined in, standing beside the bed once again.
"Why'd you bring that bed-pan with you anyway?" she asked when her laughter subsided. "I've had my turn already."
Suddenly I remembered looking up at her glistening pussy, watching the yellow stream fall into the pan, feeling it spatter against my face and arms. And once again a warmth began to emanate from between my legs and I could feel blood rushing to my head.
"It's not for you," I answered, looking at her intensely and trembling from head to foot. "It's for me."
I could see the immediate change in the expression in her eyes as she slowly got up from the bed, bent over and placed the pan between my feet. She straightened up again, put her arms around me and held me close to her, pressing her breasts to mine and kissing me deeply on the lips. I was so excited I could hardly control myself.
"Not yet," she whispered in my ear, obviously sensing the tension that pervaded my whole body. She renewed the kiss and suddenly I felt one of her hands pressing through my pubic hair until her finger had found its way up into my vagina. And as her finger started a gentle motion in and out of my cunt I could no longer wait and so I let the warm liquid rush out of me, gushing over her exploring fingers, splattering our thighs and feet as it made its way down towards the pan. Mrs. Rowan deepened our kiss and continued her furious fingering, and as the liquid began to run out I could feel my body convulsing as I had my second orgasm of that long night.
For a while we just stood there holding one another. Finally Mrs. Rowan removed her hand from my cunt and brought it up to my face, spreading the salty liquid on my lips and placing a finger inside my mouth. The bittersweet taste excited me and I sucked generously until her mouth came down over mine and we shared the taste together.
Holding one another so tightly and with my back to the door, I didn't see the small shaft of light come in through the corridor; perhaps I heard the faint whisk of cloth hitting the floor or the light tap of footsteps come towards me from behind. I'm not sure now. What I do remember clearly were two extra hands on my arms, a pair of large, soft breasts pressing up against my back and an additional mouth placing wet kisses on my shoulder. My first reaction was panic and I freed myself from Mrs. Rowan's embrace and swung around. And yes, there was nurse Peters, her huge soft breasts exposed and her shiny gray hair let loose across her shoulders. I was in shock.
"Nurse Pe . . ." I gasped but immediately corrected myself, "I mean . . . Sylvia?"
She looked me straight in the eyes but said nothing. At that moment I could feel Mrs. Rowan's hand re-enter between my ass-cheeks, caressing my crease and pushing fingers inside my rectum and my again sopping vagina. Again my head filled with blood, my heart raced and I began to feel faint and helpless, so much so that when Nurse Peters leaned forward and placed her hands on my breasts and covered my mouth with her own, I was unable to give any resistance. I accepted her tongue in my mouth and offered her my own. Feeling the bodies of these two mature women making love to me together suddenly raised my passion once again, so that later, when Nurse Peters offered up her huge, pliant orbs for me touch and kiss, I did so with zeal, feeling her large nipples harden and project inside my mouth. Her vagina was covered in a thin layer of graying hair but it did not deter me from acceding to her desire to have my tongue on her swollen clitoris and deep inside her mature body. Even her anus widened for my slippery fingers as she lay on the bed, sharing kisses and caresses with Mrs. Rowan above whilst I tended to her sex below.
And at some point in this menage-a-trois, she even found time to reach a climax, though by this time her affections were turned almost exclusively to Mrs. Rowan. In fact, when I finally returned to my senses and got up to dress and leave the room, the two of them, engaged in a deep, embracing kiss, hardly noticed my departure. Neither did they seem to be stirred by my appearance the next day on the ward (in fact they ignored me altogether), nor for that matter by my departure altogether from Central Hospital, arranged hastily two days after our tryst. And as for me, well, I've learned my lesson. Never mix business with pleasure.
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