Hello my name is Caitlyn Smithers. Yeah just like the gay guy on `the Simpsons'. I've been a nurse for almost ten years now. Nurses have a reputation for being sexually wild. In my personal experience the reputation is well deserved. When I enrolled in nursing college it was for all the right reasons. I truly wanted to alleviate human suffering and found my greatest pleasure and joy when I could help someone. Nursing college didn't change that altruistic goal; it just redirected some of the energy and enthusiasm.
I had graduated high school a virgin. I didn't think that was rare until I'd been in the college for a semester and realized that I was probably the only one. Dormitory talk was cheap but the way most of my classmates described their experiences, they were either incredibly well studied liars or they were telling the truth. Evenings in the common room often brought out tales that made my virgin sex tingle. It wasn't that I hadn't had opportunities. Somehow the boy girl sex scene just never seemed to appeal to me. I was on the chunky side when anorexic seemed to be more fashionable. The dates I went on in high school turned out predictably with the boy trying to scope out my `D' cups and me determinedly resisting. Eventually I just stopped doing it. I much preferred the company of girl friends. Of course all of my girlfriends had boyfriends so I was somewhat excluded from a lot of the social scene throughout high school.
In my senior year I took up bicycling. I was quite happy in my own skin the problem was wardrobe. I really liked to be fashionably dressed and my somewhat pudgy form didn't suit the style de jour. I started pretty slowly and innocently, I might add. I used the bike I had from my pre pubescent days, and rode for a half an hour or so after dinner. My weight stared dropping within a couple of weeks. Encouraged by my accomplishments I was up to an hour a night less than a month later. I pedaled hard and always chose the most up hill route. Around the same time as I progressed to the one hour rides, I noticed a completely unexpected and delightful collateral benefit. About forty minutes into the ride the friction of the seat against my pussy began to feel really nice. I usually tried to keep my butt up off the saddle as I rode, but the pumping action of my legs brought my tender unexplored vulva brushing against the seat in a tantalizing rhythm. By the time I got home after the one hour sessions my pussy was ready to explode. I would usually go and take a cold shower to rinse off the sweat and cool the burning between my legs.
I was really getting into cycling, so for my graduation my parents bought me a real cyclist's bike. It was so much smoother and easier to ride that I was doing two hours and more every night. I know that anytime after the first hour that the crotch of my bike shorts was wet and sometime into the second hour I was having mini orgasms as I rode.
My wardrobe problem was pretty much solved. The level of cycling I was doing had trimmed all the baby fat. My legs and butt were exceptionally lean and muscular, and the little roll around my tummy had completely disappeared. The only thing that wasn't reduced was my boobs. Well maybe even they had shrunk a little but not enough to reduce my bra size. My boobs weren't completely immune to the changes that resulted from my exercise regimen though. Gripping the handle bar and keeping my butt off the seat had developed a substantial pectoral muscles. I didn't know that it was the muscle responsible to hold your boob up. Consequently I found that my very full breasts stood out almost straight, even without any support. This kind of opened different braless fashion vistas to me but as it turned out, not, because almost all of those designs were intended for much smaller boobs than mine.
I've gone on way too long here. This isn't the story I started out to tell at all. I just had to tell you about myself. It's almost like an excuse for the things I have done.
The hospital I work at uses a rotating shift schedule. I enjoy the twelve hour shifts. On three, off three; on four, off four and the cycle repeats. In two weeks, fourteen days, I work seven and I'm off seven. Dayshifts are grueling. All the patients are awake; there's medication to administer and there's a never ending stream of doctors needing assistance of one kind or another. Night shift is the opposite. Most of the patients are asleep most of the time and there are very few "others" roaming around. It can be a little boring at times.
Being sort of in the middle of the seniority roster I am usually able to choose the ward I'm assigned to. My first choice is ob-gyn `cause I prefer dealing with women. I'm not going to elaborate on that at this point.
The intervening years, since my senior year of high school, have only enhanced my love of cycling. I don't feel complete unless I do an hour on the bike; day or night it doesn't mater. The thing that has changed since my high school days is my response to the inevitable arousal. Now when my sex starts churning I press my pussy harder into the saddle. It usually only takes a minute or so before I cum all over the bicycle seat, I always wear dark cycling shorts `cause the wet spot isn't quite as obvious. Oh shit I'm off the track again!
Arriving on the ward half an hour early was an unusual quirk of mine. Most of my co-workers arrived at the last possible moment. The charge nurse, Mary, greeted me with a big smile. "Hi Caitie how was your rest break." [That's how we referred to the gaps between the shifts].
"Good, really good" I enthused as I automatically picked up the shift log.
"You've got Brittany McGee with you tonight. Good luck." Mary said with a wry grin as she rose from the nursing station desk. "Mrs. Caulfield in 602 is scheduled for a hysterectomy in the morning so she's a little unsettled. You may need to give her something a little later, it's in the chart. The girl in 606 doesn't seem to settle down very well either. She's only been here since yesterday so I don't have much insight there."
"Thanks Mary, good night, I'll see you in the morning." I watched Mary's somewhat rotund form waddle down the hall clad in the stretched pink scrubs. Looking down the corridor I was struck by the contrast as Brittany pushed through the crash doors at the end of the ward. Brittany is slim to the point of being skinny. She was wearing the yellow scrubs, a color I always hated, but they looked pretty good on her because of her dark complexion. I watched her stride toward me with her pretty smile. She was actually quite a pretty girl, uh I should say woman.
She was about two years out of nursing college, so she was definitely green. That's what caused Mary's somewhat negative reaction to her. I knew Mary saw Brittany as lazy. In my opinion it was just inexperience. Mary expected everybody to know what to do without being told, and then to go ahead and do it. I had no problem with the younger nurse. I told her what I needed her to do and she always did it willingly generally with that sweet smile on her face.
"I'll be glad when this night is over." My yellow clad coworker sighed as she reached the desk.
"End of a cycle?"
"Yeah, I get four days to soak up some sun, and just sleep at the beach."
"Sounds like a plan, but just don't leave before you leave, if you know what I mean." I cautioned her.
"No problem Caitie you know I'm always there for you." She replied with that thrilling smile of hers. I could never quite put my finger on what it was about her made me react the way I did. I donned my firm I'm in charge' expression, but it was only an excuse to hold her in my gaze. She was an inch or so shorter than me making her about five-four. As I mentioned she's quite slender with very high round breasts. I had never seen her naked but I had been in the change room with her a number of times. I knew she favored thin, almost transparent, nylon bra and panty sets. Because of that I knew she had large dark nipples, too big for her boobs really and that her pubic hair was trimmed down to the fabled landing strip'. Her choice of transparent under wear had also allowed me to get a pretty good look at her fleshy labia compressed by the thin nylon. That was the vision of the smiling inexperienced nurse that invaded my mind as I stood there.
"Please check the medication log and get things ready" I ordered, tearing my eyes off the vision I had superimposed on the yellow scrubs.
"Aye, aye captain" she replied with a giggle heading for the medication locker. I treated myself to a glance at the cute round butt as she walked away. As skinny as she was she had a surprisingly nice ass. I gave my head a shake to clear the carnal vision, and went back to reviewing the log.
Mary had already put mind to rest about any major issues, so I quickly focused on the only potential problem in 606. Pulling the chart my experienced eye got the basics in just a few seconds. Name, Sarah Munford; age 17 working diagnosis ovarian cysts. Presented to family doctor ten days ago with abdominal pain, referred to Dr. Menendez Ob-Gyn. admitted two days ago for tests. I scanned through the tests completed and scheduled and shuddered. The poor young thing; no wonder she was restless. Medication for pain and sleeping were approved. I'd go see young Miss Munford first, as soon as visiting hours were over.
I double checked Brittney's work and then sent her on the critical task of getting the coffee ready. The last of the visitors were ambling out,
"I'll be in 606" I told my assistant as I picked up the pain killers that my patient was due. Having read the chart had sort of formed a picture in my mind, but it did not prepare me for the stunning blonde beauty sitting up in the bed in room 606. Her eyes were down on the magazine in her hands. As I walked through the door she seemed to sense my presence and looked up with the biggest blue eyes I'd ever seen. Her sandy hair with golden highlights just touched her shoulders. The fair skin of her face was flawless.
"Hi Sarah" I said striding into the room with a confidence I didn't feel "my name is Caitie. How are you feeling this evening?"
"Uh not too bad." She replied meeting my gaze. She was wearing a regulation hospital gown, light colored with a sort of a diamond pattern; the blanket was down in her lap. Her large firm teenaged breasts were very evident under the thin cotton.
"How are the pains in your tummy?" I deliberately used the childish term.
"They seem a little better today." Sarah responded putting her hand on her lower abdomen. Approaching the side of the bed I asked,
"Where exactly are the pains?" as I very casually and naturally lowered the blanket down to her knees. She put her hand just about on her umbilicus, maybe an inch lower. When I approached the bed she had set her teen magazine on the bed side table. I pressed the recline control on the bed until she was a just a above the fully flat position.
"Here?" I confirmed placing my hand virtually on top of hers.
"Uh huh" Sarah responded looking up at me, and her eyes looked even bigger than before. Her hand moved as if to get out of my way, which left my hand on the warm, soft but firm abdomen with only the washout layer of cotton in between. I began a slow circular stroking of the taunt belly that I hoped was soothing; at least to her. My eyes alternated between looking at the angelic face and the lower part of her torso. She had her head cocked forward as if to watch what I was doing. The rotations of my hand were gradually raising the bottom of the gown until the crotch of her white cotton bikini panties came into view. I knew from her chart that one of the tests she had already undergone would have required her to be completely shaved. Regardless of her pubic hair preferences prior to yesterday, I knew that as of now she was, without a doubt, completely bare. Her young full vulva was displayed in detailed relief against the thin material. A shiver shot through my own sex as I looked at the opaquely covered womanhood.
"Does that feel good when I rub your tummy?" I asked looking back up at her gorgeous face.
"Yeah it does." She replied in a dreamy kind of voice and pulled her gown a little higher out of my way. My hand was now on the soft warm skin of her lower belly and touching the smooth cotton of her panties at the bottom of the circular strokes. My young patient laid her head back and closed those amazing blue eyes as I continued to caress her.
I trailed my eyes down from her peaceful looking face over her neck to the top of her gown. Her breasts were big enough to have pan caked to the outsides of her chest in her reclined position. I watched her abdomen developing a sort of pink glow as I continued my movements from just above her navel to the waist band of her panties. I heard what sounded like a moan so I automatically looked back up to her face.
"OK Sarah?" I asked
"Yeah, yeah it feels good" she responded and her voice sounded even more dreamy than before. I shifted the center of the oval I was tracing so that at its lowest point my fingers were trailing across the plump pubic mound covered by the thin white cotton. My finger tips felt the heat and a jolt hit my pussy that nearly caused me to lurch forward. Snatching my hand away I said
"You try and get some rest now." I hoped she didn't notice how much my hands were shaking as I pulled the cover back up to her neck. "I'll look in on you a little later to see if you need anything." I could hear the tremor in my own voice as I walked out of the room.
The instant I was outside I collapsed up against the corridor wall and grabbed my aching crotch. Almost immediately I felt the moisture seep through my panties and scrubs. I knew I was making a mess but I couldn't help massaging my vulva. It was temporary but blessed relief from the tension that had built up between my legs. I sensed rather than heard or saw Brittney come out of 604 carrying the medication tray. With Herculean effort I straightened myself up and started walking as casually as I could toward the nursing station. Unfortunately my assistant was far enough away that she was bound to see the wet spot at the crotch of my scrubs. All I could do was try to bluff my way through it.
"Are you almost done McGee?" I asked as gruffly as I could manage. The smile on her face told me it hadn't worked.
"She's really sexy isn't she? The young nurse whispered as she passed by me. With a quick glance over her shoulder she disappeared into 605. I felt like I was waddling up the hall and out the doors of the ward to the change room. Nobody ever actually put a lock on their locker so I yanked mine open knowing that my stash of spare panties would be waiting. [It was by no means the first something like this had happened. I was pretty sure it wouldn't be the last either.] I stripped off the light blue draw string pants, taking my saturated panties with them. Separating the two, I tossed the scrub pants into the hamper and held my lacey white drawers to my nose. That intoxicating musky sweet smell caused my inflamed pussy to twitch again. `For God's sake get a hold of yourself Caitlyn' I chided. I tossed the panties on the floor of my locker and waddled to the washroom. Inside the first stall I grabbed myself and let one finger part my slippery labia. The finger hooked up with a mind all its own until it contacted my pounding clit. A little climax rocked my body and I bounced off the wall of the stall a couple of times. Clearing my throat, if not my head I snatched a hand full of tissue and cleaned up.
I was able to stand normally now so licked my fingers and hand clean, savoring the thick juice. Back to my locker, I donned fresh underwear, then took a clean pair of medium blue scrub pants from the rack, pulled them on and synched the draw string tight. Back in the washroom I washed my hands according to procedure. Looking at myself in the mirror I couldn't help but smile as I fluffed my short dark hair. So Brittney thinks young Miss Munford is sexy, does she? That is a tantalizing development.