Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2000 12:55:17 -0800 (PST)
From: shoeraz99@yahoo.com
Subject: Student Nurse

(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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