Date: Sat, 3 May 2003 15:21:10 -0700 (PDT) From: Marie LeClare Subject: Nurses lounge - Lesbian Adult youth This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Nurses Lounge By Marie LeClare There I sat in the emergency waiting room while my best friend from school had the doctors sew up her hurt hand. She had gone to retrieve a basketball that had bounced too high and she had tried to climb over the schoolyard fence one evening. When she scooted up the fence to climb it and reclaim the ball, she slipped, gashing the palm of her right hand deeply. I rushed her to the Mercy hospital. And as I waited with her, I never expected the night to end with so much excitement and fulfillment. Here's how it happened. While I sat in the waiting room I could see into the nurses lounge area, through a partially opened door, but clearly. One by one the nurses took breaks in the room, grabbing a cup of coffee, a bag of chips, or a coke, which they sat there in a lounge chair and enjoyed. Not too interesting. Until a very sexy young nurse, in a very short white uniform, wearing the usual hospital white stockings and shoes just plopped into the chair, looking frazzled, tense, and unhappy. She had no idea that she was being watched or of what a show she would give me, unknowingly. It was as though she thought she was in her own room at home, in privacy. And it also seems now that she knew a better way to reduce tension than drinking caffeine or eating sugar or salt. First she just closed her eyes, leaned way back in the old chair, spread her legs wide, sort of bracing her heels against the tile floor to hold herself into the chair, and seemed to start a purposeful meditation. That was interesting all by itself. As I watched her troubled expression melted away and her lips became pouty, moving as though she were whispering something to an invisible companion just in front of her. Then she began to lick her lips sexily once in a while. And I noted that she was moving her hips seductively in the seat, pumping her legs and ass in the chair, at an increasing tempo, and quite frankly I was getting hot. As she moved, she slid her ass forward in the chair, which hiked up her white uniform skirt, revealing that she wasn't in pantyhose. Better than that. She was wearing stockings and garters, which I would soon learn were connected to a sexy lacy garterbelt, covered by sexier bikini sheer white panties. And better still, in a few minutes she hiked up her skirt, pulled her panties aside, and started to rub her pussy. Watching for a few moments got the best of me, and my hand crept up under my school uniform skirt. It seemed nobody was in this small corner of the world. My eyes were glued to her fingers as they danced over her pussy and I tried to keep up with her rhythm as my fingers rubbed my pussy. I inadvertently let out a little squeak and that brought her back to reality as she spotted me masturbating furiously. With a motion of her finger she signaled me to come to her. As I rushed across the hallway, looking both ways I entered the lounge and her first words were, "lock the door", which I did. Turning to face her she said, "climb up here and I'll eat your pussy". I had heard of that happening, and had dreamt of it, but I had never had anyone eat my pussy, and I was dying to try it. As she helped me up on the chair above her, her hand went to my panty covered pussy and pushed my plain white panties aside. It was then that I felt it. Her tongue exploring my pussy, while her free hand was rubbing my ass. I could feel her hot tongue licking my holy of holies, and when it entered me it was incredible. She was swirling her tongue over my pussy and sucking on my hood until it released my little clit from it's hiding place. Licking and lapping at me like a hungry puppy. Blowing a little air on my pussy between licks. I could feel the tingle building and it was then that she slapped my ass cheek. I couldn't believe it. Why was this woman spanking me. It wasn't until about the third spank that I knew and the feeling it sent to my pussy was awesome. I could hear her fingers fucking her pussy as she licked me and by the way her breathing was coming I knew it wasn't going to be long for either of us. Then it happened. As my body stiffened I came in her mouth. My pussy juice pouring from deep inside to fill her mouth. Moments later as she looked at the clock on the wall she said, "it's your turn to make Suzy feel good. Get down here and tongue fuck me". Scrambling down and kneeling between her stretched legs I looked at the first pussy I was ever going to lick, but not the last. Hesitantly I let my tongue touch her pussy. It was then that she grabbed my hair and said "hurry", as she drew me closer to her pussy. As I licked her pussy furiously she patted her clit with her free hand, until she let out the loudest moan I had ever heard. My mouth was filling with her sweet pussy juice 'til it was running down my chin. As quickly as it started it was over, as she said, "oh crap I'm due back on the floor". As she ran out the door I wondered if I would ever see her again. If you like this story please write me, MarieLeClare@Yahoo.com. I have my own group on Yahoo for my stories, but you must be over 18. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MariesStoryland/