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NURSE LEXI GIVES IN

Let’s start with the basics. My name is Lexi and I’m 26 years old. I have medium brown hair with its own natural wave, my eyes are bright green with eyelashes so long and thick I never need makeup, and I’m 5’8” tall. I’m may not be the skinniest, prettiest girl in the whole world, but I get by and I like the way I look. My breasts are a 36 D, and my ass is a perfect heart shape. Guys seem to like my looks pretty well too. But most of the time, they just stare at my tits.

I’ve been working in the hospital as a nurse for five years now. It’s what I’ve wanted my whole life. I love my job, but it can get tough; especially when I have young male patients. See, I have a problem. I’m addicted to sex, and the sight of a hott man with a huge cock gets my pussy dripping wet in an instant. And those gowns the hospital provides don’t leave a lot to the imagination, if you know what I mean. It’s against hospital policy to have any sexual contact with patients, so my little problem can become a huge problem at times.

Here’s my story…

It was a hott Indian summer. I had to work the midnight shift, 11p-7a. The air conditioner on the floor I work broke down, and maintenance was trying to hurry and fix it. I could feel a light trickle of sweat working itself up on my neck, so I tossed my hair up into a messy bun in hopes of cooling off a little before I got started for the night. The intense humidity in the air was making all my loose hair curl.

Unfortunately, all the patients were hot, sweaty, and cranky. Call lights were going off constantly with patients asking for ice, fans, or cool washcloths for sponge baths. There was a mistake made in scheduling and we had more nurses than we really needed for a usual night. But tonight it was a blessing because everyone had 2 patients instead of 5. That made it easier to give our individual, hot, cranky patients more attention.

Amy, the charge nurse, passed out the room assignments. I had rooms 19 and 20 at the end of the hall. Mr. Johnson, in room 19, was pretty much out of it. He was in for chest pain, and the pain killers he was prescribed just knocked him right out. I quickly did my patient assessment on him and documented everything in the chart. I didn’t need to go back for a few hours to check on him again.

The man in room 20 was a problem. Mr. Green. In the hospital for a bullet wound to the left forearm. He was 6’2”, 30 years old, had dark brown hair cut short and spiky, and he had the most beautiful blue eyes I had seen in my entire life. When I looked into his eyes I could see into his soul. And, he was a street cop. Therefore, he was in pretty good shape. He had broad, muscular shoulders, and biceps that made the sleeves of his gown bulge. But, the second I looked at his hands, my pussy started dripping and I couldn’t control myself. His fingers looked long, thick, and strong. I could just imagine them ramming in and out of my wet cunt, making me scream in pleasure as wave after wave of orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks.

Shut up Lexi, you’re just going to make things worse. He’s your patient and you can’t touch!

This was going to be a looooong night.

“Hi Mr. Green. I’m Lexi and I’ll be your nurse for tonight. Is there anything I can get for you before I do your assessment?”

“You can call me Anthony. Mr. Green is my father.” He said with a chuckle. “And, no, I don’t need anything right now.”

My pussy was soaking my panties right through.

I knew I should’ve brought extra panties to keep in my locker for times like this. Damnit!

So, I got started on Anthony’s assessment. I took his temperature first. Staring as his lips as he wrapped them around the thermometer made me imagine the way they would feel on my skin. His moist, plump lips wrapping themselves around my nipples, his tongue flicking and licking my nipples and clit into a wild oblivion, all while those strong hands caress every inch of my body.

Oh god…I can’t stand it!

My knees were locked together so I wouldn’t jump on the bed and straddle Anthony for the ride of his life.

I cleared my throat and asked, “Are you having any pain right now Mr. Green…I mean, Anthony?” Then I wrapped the blood pressure cuff around his bulging arm and tried not to run my hands all over him.

“No, the last nurse came in and gave me some pain killers.” He said as he looked at his wound dressing. Then he turned and looked me dead on in the eyes.

Those eyes! They were staring into mine with a heat I’ve never seen before. I could feel it all the way down to my toes. The heat inside my pussy soared through my body and I felt like I was going to cum just from that one look!

I finished taking his blood pressure; 120/80, perfect patient.

I bet he’s perfect in the sack too.

Where are these thoughts coming from!?! He’s my patient! I have to be professional!

Now, I was getting into some problems. I had to touch his bare skin to finish my assessment. I located his pulses on his wrists. 92 beats per minute. Still in normal range, but a little high.

Maybe he’s getting as hot as you are from all the skin to skin contact.

Then I checked his arms and legs for temperature and color to make sure his blood flow was normal. I noticed a slight quivering from under the blankets. I believe his cock was starting to get hard.

I’d love to help him get it fully erect. And then help him release that sexual tension.

His temperature was warm and dry (normal) and his skin was dry and intact, except for the dressing on his forearm. It was starting to become saturated with blood. That would need changed soon.

I finally listened to his heart and lungs. These were saved for last because it would involve sticking my hand and stethoscope down the top of his gown. As my hand slid into the gown, I could feel the mass and strength of his pecs.

Just rip his gown off and stare at his beautiful, muscular body. No one has to know!

A chill ran up my spine. My heartbeat quickened and my breath escaped my mouth in a loud “woosh”.

“Are you ok? It’s a million degrees in here and you just got goosebumps.” He asked with a smirk.

SHIT! He caught me. He knows that he’s turning me on without even doing anything!

“Yes, I’m fine. I was just thinking of something that I have to do with my other patient that I’m not looking forward to.” I lied.

“What’s that?”

“Trust me; you really don’t want to know.”

“Try me.”

“I have to give him an enema later.” No I don’t.

“Wow, that’s absolutely disgusting,” he laughed.

I had finished listening to his heart and lungs, but I didn’t want to take my hand out of his gown. I wanted to run my fingers all over his body. I wanted to lick his skin, taste him from head to toe.

“How many patients do you have tonight?” he asked.

“Just two. And you’re the only one that’s conscious.”

He laughed again. “That’s good. You can spend all your time with me tonight and keep me company. I usually work nights, so I’m not going to sleep any time soon.”

Oh god! Kill me now! My pussy is already soaking my panties, and soon it will be soaking my scrub pants!