1. Night Nurse


    Date: 11/30/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: pentup47, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories

    has?" He grinned. "To have a lover who was a 'screamer'." She was about to lean forward to kiss him when the two orderlies re-appeared, to wheel their patient back to the ward. That night, Michael slept soundly, with Rachel's fragrant knickers laid on his pillow by his head. In the early hours he awoke, and silently wanked onto them, to return to her as a keep-sake. * * * * * The rest of the week moved interminably slowly, with the sensuous, open-mouthed 'thank-you' kiss from Rachel being its sole highlight. Dr Patel called by to fix the date for Michael's operation, and to take him through the post-operative physiotherapy programme which would be necessary. "Tell me, nurse," asked Michael in a loud clear voice, as breakfast was being cleared away on the Saturday, "what day of the week do night shifts start here at Mellor General?" He stared at the area of her crotch. "Sunday through to Saturday. Why do you ask, Mr Reynolds?" "No reason. Just curious." * * * * * Sunday stretched ahead endlessly. Michael's mother visited, bearing the inevitable box of chocolates. He had intended to tell her about the split-up with Tina, but his ex- had got in first. "You're well rid of that one, dearie. I'm sure you can do better." But before Mrs Reynolds could provide chapter and verse on what, precisely, 'better' might be, the buxon Nigerian Ward Sister appeared to collect the tea things. Across the room, Mr Scargill rambled incoherently about the Tory government to his wife, while Mr ...
    Robson remained engrossed in a Sunday newspaper. Wayne watched three Manchester United replays. Michael didn't set eyes on his adored Rachel until just before 10.00p.m. Looking composed and pristine-fresh in her snug-fitting, crisp white uniform, she brought weak teas for the two old men and a mug of hot chocolate for young Wayne. She slipped alongside Michael's bed, screening her movements from the other three patients, asking sweetly, "And how are we this evening, Mr Reynolds?" He smirked. "Never better, nurse." "Good. Lights out at 10.00p.m. sharp tonight, gentlemen. Sister's orders." Then, turning to Wayne, "And no late-night replays, young man!" She winked at Michael and left as Wayne was downing the dregs of his spiked cocoa. Rachael McIntyre returned promptly at 2.00a.m. The low-level night security lights only just picked out her petite, shoeless figure. She quietly pulled the curtains, before coming to stand by his bedside. He offered her his hand, which she first stroked tenderly, then drew imaginary circles around the palm of one hand with her finger. With her free hand she raised her uniform's skirt, took his hand and placed it across her moist uncovered pussy. He saw for the first time that her short red hairs were trimmed as a cute Brazilian Landing Strip. Instinctively, he began to run his index finger up her slit. He explored until he had found her tender love bud. She leant forward and kissed him. But for the humming of the air conditioning, there was silence in ...
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