I strode down the hall of the Ob-Gyn ward with my usual confident stride, `I'm Caitlyn Smithers, and I'm in charge here' I thought. It was occasionally necessary to remind myself that I was responsible for everything on this ward during my twelve hour shift. It was not a role that I would have foreseen even five years ago. I really wasn't a leader, natural or otherwise. What had put me in this position was seniority and a somewhat overdeveloped sense of purpose. I truly lived to serve my patients and somehow that zeal had attracted the attention of the decision makers, who misguidedly thought that I could magically transfer that personality trait to my staff. Maybe staff was overstating the situation a little; on nights I had one nurse who "reported" to me and on days I had three. From time to time as the schedules worked out I would be paired with a more senior nurse and I would become one of the "worker bees". I actually preferred those situations but they were becoming increasingly rare.
I had evaluated the problem patient for this night shift already. "Checking over" the teenager in 606 had nearly resulted in my cuming in my panties, and had resulted in a hasty trip to the locker room to both relieve some of the frustration and clean myself up. The other thrilling development that had already presented itself was the apparent pliability of my "staff". Brittany McGee, the only nurse with me, had so definitely and unexpectedly declared her penchant for the sapphoric that I was flabbergasted. I had worked with the second year nurse a couple of times before, and admired her form in the change room, but not in my most perverse fantasies had I envisioned her as a lover and certainly not as a co-conspirator.
When I arrived at the nursing station Brittany was filling in the medication log. Looking up she said somewhat sarcastically "All better now?" her gaze was fixed on my crotch which had been somewhat stained by wetness the last time she had seen it.
"I'm fine," I said, ignoring the provocation. "Is everybody pretty much settled?" wisely wiping the smirk from her face she said
"Yeah all except missus Caulfield. She's pretty freaked about her hysterectomy tomorrow."
"I'll go and see her; the poor dear." I walked directly across the hall and into 602.
I admitted that I wasn't a leader even though I find myself in a leadership role. My strength is my empathy, my ability to feel my patient's pain or distress and to make them know that they are not alone. I don't know exactly what I do, I certainly couldn't teach anybody else to do it but as I sat there for an hour holding Nancy Caulfield's hand and whispering reassurances she drifted off into what seemed like a pretty deep peaceful sleep. I laid her hand down and very gently tucked her in. Turning to walk out of 602 I felt that rush that I can only get when I feel I've really made a difference in someone's life. It was like a narcotic to me it made me feel euphoric invincible and sometimes, strangely enough, horny.
Brittany was taking a break, her feet were propped up on one of the desks and her eyes were closed. I knew she was on the last of four consecutive twelve hour shifts before her four day rest, and I knew how grueling that was. It wasn't really break time, but what the hell, the major bases were covered. Sneaking a peek over my shoulder at my sleeping assistant, I headed toward 606; toward the stunningly gorgeous teenager, Sarah Munford.
She was curled up in the fetal position on her right side. The cover was bunched up at the end of the bed. Her hospital gown as usual parted in the back, displaying that firm round butt pressed against the thin white cotton of her bikini panties. My euphoria was still strong as I stood there appraising the sleeping young woman. Her golden hair splattered on the stiff white sheets and seemed to sparkle in the subdued light. Roving down over the neat little bows that held the gown I arrived back at the translucent panties. I stared at her butt for at least twenty seconds examining the shadow her crack presented between the two hemispheres. I felt a twinge of disappointment in my pussy and started to gather the discarded cover. As I was pulling it up, it hooked on my patient's foot and snagged.
Flipping on her back Sarah smiled stretched and started rubbing her eyes. "Caitie I thought you were never coming back; you promised!" I was treated to a view of those "too large for her frame" boobs spreading out under the gown as she drew her knees up as part of the awakening stretch.
"I'm sorry I woke you sweetheart, go back to sleep." I said and I didn't mean a word.
"No! No! I've been waiting! You promised you'd come back." Her voice was pleading and so childish. I took a wider view of her lying there and felt that too familiar twitch between my legs again. The stretch had left the bottom of the hospital gown around the waist of her panties. The bare vulva pressed into that thin fabric was more in my imagination than in my vision in the dim light. The hospital issue covering lay plied and crumpled on her ribs giving way to the smoother slightly stretched appearance of the white fabric with the diamond pattern that concealed her breasts. Continuing up to the angelic face with the incredibly large blue eyes, I said
"It's OK, It's OK, I'm here now sweetheart" and I stroked her forehead.
"I waited... I waited so long and then I fell asleep. I so wanted you to come back and rub my tummy again. It was so, so, uh I don't know, it just felt so good."
"I can rub your tummy now if you want, will it... will it help you sleep?" I reached down and displaced the gown even more pushing it up until it was bunched up under her breasts.
"I don't know about sleeping" she sighed "it just makes me feel better. It makes the achy ness go away. It really makes me kind of feel... good." As she was speaking she pulled the gown even higher until the lower part of her boobs came into view. I was making large soft but firm caressing circles from my patient's lower ribs to the waist band of her panties, very much as I had done before.
For no apparent reason, Sarah grabbed the hospital gown and using the crossed arm method pealed it over her head in an amazingly quick smooth motion. She made no attempt to dispose of the now useless covering; it just lay beside her on the pillow. Her perfect form, naked except for the tiny panties, was now mine to explore. An incredible spasm in my pussy caused me to momentarily pause the "massage". "Are you getting hot sweetie?" I asked trying to keep the tremor out of my voice.
"Yesss" she answered in a breathy whisper. I noticed that her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip. I continued my stroking movements on the soft young abdomen, but I was looking at the recently exposed chest. The grapefruit sized mounds pushed outward under their own weight but retained a distinctly upward thrust. Capping each translucent white mammary was a rose petal pink areola with a small darker pink button right in the center. Watching my young patient's chest move rhythmically up and down I also observed the dark pink buttons rising from their soft pale pink nest. I licked my lips wishing my tongue was caressing those hardening buds but I resisted the urge to bend down and wrap my mouth around my patient's succulent strawberries. Instead I put my free left hand on my own tit and strummed the stiffly protruding nipple.
My pussy had been primed earlier in the shift, and although I had wiped off the outside, the juice inside had continued to pool. The contraction that resulted from tweaking my nipple forced a fresh glob through my swelling labia. I felt the slipperiness between my own bald pussy lips and the crotch of my no longer fresh panties. Running my eyes down the slender teenaged torso I focused once again on the crotch of the white cotton panties. My eyes had now adjusted to the dim light and I was able to pretty clearly see the virginal labia pushed against the thin cloth. It didn't take much imagination to picture the intricate folds. In spite of the poor light there was a noticeable darkening near the center. "Mmm...ugh" my patient grunted as she seemed to stretch and her legs opened a little wider.
I had no plan when I entered room 606. As God is my judge I did not go in there with the intent of molesting this gorgeous creature. My euphoria when I left missus Caulfield had lead me here only to gaze on the nubile beauty. With her arousal now so undeniable, and mine so irrepressible something had to be done.
I withdrew from the dreamy girl, and despite the fact that the other bed on the semi private room was empty I began to draw the privacy drape. The removal of my hand from her tummy combined with the sound of the drapery track rollers embedded in the ceiling caused Sarah's brilliant blue eyes to open. Our eyes met as I walked the drape around its track. "Sarah, you know the doctors have not been able to really understand what is causing your pain." Her eyes were very wide and frightened looking.
"Yeah, I know. Doctor Menendez told me there are a couple more tests he needs to do before I can go home."
"How many doctors have examined you Sarah?" I asked drowning in the blueness of her eyes.
"Uh, I don't know, uh..." she thought for a moment "four?" she was asking me.
"I don't know either sweetheart, but they were all men, weren't they?"
"Well, yes." She answered. She had now propped herself up on her elbows.
"Sometimes women know better about these things." I said as I approached the side of her bed again. "Would it be OK if I examined you, would that be OK?"
"Uh, uh, I guess so" her dreaminess had been replaced with a nervous apprehension.
"Don't be scared honey. Were they rough with you?"
"Uh, sometimes it hurt, and...and... I was embarrassed and it was really uncomfortable!" there was a cry in her voice.
"This will be different I promise. I'll be very gentle, OK?" I looked into those welling blue pools again "you wouldn't be embarrassed with me would you honey?"
"No, I trust you Caitie." That tugged at my heart but at that moment my pussy was in charge.
"OK, good. Then let me have a look." I encouraged as I gripped the waist band of her panties. "Lift a little for me sweetie" I sighed as I started to pull the girl's last covering away. Dutifully she raised her hips but the expression on her face was still one of dread. The panties slid quickly and easily down the slim thighs, over her knees, ankles and feet. I stood holding the tiny piece of cotton in my hand. My eyes snapped immediately to the treasure I had just uncovered. The bottoms of Sarah's feet were on the bed. Her heels were next to her buttocks and her knees were together, obscuring the view of my prize. I couldn't see her face because of her legs. `I couldn't see her; she couldn't see me.' I lowered my head and took the crotch of my patient's panties between my lips and sucked hard. I was rewarded with a very sweet appetizer of what I was hoping to have a full meal of. I had a couple of quick sucks then I pressed them to my nose, feeling the weakness in my knees before I dropped the cute underwear to the floor.
Standing tall and looking over top of the girl's knees I whispered "Open up sweetie" and started applying outward pressure on her knees. There was that look of fear still in her eyes but her legs responded to the pressure and fell naturally outward. The blossoming flower of her startling pink womanhood came into view. The unmistakable milky coating of arousal threatened to drip from the engorged labia. I couldn't resist the urge to sniff hard to inhale that unique aroma. I had always found that the younger the pussy the sweeter the fragrance. Hers was positively like honey. My own sex was throbbing so hard I think I had a little climax just from the spectacle. It was similar to the jolts I had experienced so long ago peddling that rattley old bike. My hand slid down those velvety smooth thighs. As I reached the taunt tendons of her groin I warned "OK honey I'm going to touch you now."
Sarah's hips lifted just a little to greet the arrival of my thumbs on her labia. When I glanced at her face her eyes were closed again and her luscious lower lip was between her teeth. It was difficult to pull her labia apart because they were so slippery. I had to make three or four attempts before I got enough traction to spread the pulsating flesh. As I did I saw the blood red projection of her fully aroused clitoris force its way out from under the protective hood. A tremor shot through my own clit, and I fought the urge to wrap my lips around that surging organ. I actually intended to stay as far away as possible from the girl's demanding love button as possible, while continuing to explore everything else. I moved my thumbs up and down the squishy slipperiness of the girl's engorged labia. `Mmm ugh!" she groaned.
"Does this hurt you?" I asked rhetorically.
"Nooo ugh" her response was barely intelligible but clearly negative.
"I'm going to check inside now honey. Just relax for me." I wiggled two fingers at the entrance to her vagina to open her lips. Very slowly I pushed them inside the boiling passage. When I breached the entrance a glob of mucus trickled out and down the crack between her firm round buttocks. Hooking upward with my fingers I engaged my patient's `G' spot, and began firmly stroking. The pace of Sarah's breathing increased and was matching the tempo of my probing fingers. Each exhale was accompanied with an "Ugh!" I continued my manipulations at a slightly reduced speed, enjoying the velvety soft heat of the vaginal walls clamped around my fingers.
I glanced up to see Sarah's head moving from side to side spraying her golden hair out like a halo. Her hands were cupping her breasts and her thumbs were bumping over the stiff buttons at the center of her areola. "It's OK sweetie, you're doing just fine." I said but I doubted that she would actually hear me. Pulling my fingers out I tried to scoop as much her thick love juice as I could. I brought my right hand laden with its precious cargo to my mouth. Sarah made a slightly different grunt protesting the fact that the intense stimulation had stopped. My left hand was resting on the side of my moaning patient's vulva, my left thumb running up and down her prominent inner lips; still taking care not to engage her clitoris.
I thought I could see the red button pulsating in the dim light. I swished the nectar I had recovered around in my mouth like fine cognac, reveling in the rich subtitle flavor. "Almost done honey" I announced but it was really for my own benefit. I leaned forward and captured the long neglected love button between my lips. Applying very gently suction I rolled the pea sized bundle of nerve endings in slow circular motions with my tongue. My chin was buried in the hot squishy labia when the first thrust came. If I hadn't been prepared for it I would have been thrown half way across the room. I met the upward force with my neck and shoulder muscles and increased suction on the wildly vibrating clit.
I brought my left arm across her surging hips while my right hand went under the sweet round bottom. When Sarah's hips levitated off the bed the second time I easily slipped my finger between her rear cheeks and wiggled them until I located the puckered bud of her anus. The overflow of vaginal secretions was more than sufficient to allow my index finger to penetrate the extraordinarily tight orifice. Once I was in to the first knuckle I applied steady pressure, completely burying the slick digit in my patient's ass. I felt the hot spurt of liquid hit under my chin and roll down the front of my throat. Repositioning, I was able to catch the second divine blast in my mouth. I opened wide and captured as much of the teenage vulva between my lips as I could and sucked greedily. Sarah's thighs were now clamped on the sides of my head and she was trying to roll on her side. I pulled my finger out of her bum and began the strenuous task of prying the teenager's legs open, so I could get my head out.
I stood up gasping and realizing that, in my zeal to capture every possible drop of cum, I may have forgotten to breathe. I grasped the swing out table for support as I felt what had been the first volley of cum trickling down my chest, making its way inexorably between my breasts. I couldn't get my eyes to focus. Through the haze I made out the form of the teenager lying on her side in the fetal position, both hands between her legs. My pussy was pounding like a bass drum, my breasts were tingling and my nipples were so hard they felt like they were about to shoot right through my bra and scrubs top like bullets from a gun.
I never saw Brittney coming but suddenly her arms were around me and her tongue was lapping at the delicious fluid that continued to drip from my chin onto my upper chest.