Nightshift at St. Peter's Hospital

All was quiet in the halls of St Peter's Hospital. I had just made my final rounds for the night and headed to the breakroom. I was hoping to shut my eyes for just a few minutes and gain enough energy for Mr. Le Blanc's 4 am visit.

Mr. Le Blanc had been a my patient on the fourth floor for 2 weeks now. He had been admitted to the hospital for injuries he sustained in a car accident. Tomorrow he was to be discharged at noon. So I had to try and make my move soon.

Mr. Le Blanc was 34 year old, 6'5", and had a muscular body. He had the face of a Greek god. Every time I walked in his room I couldnt help but fantasize of kissing him and ravaging his perfect body.

As I sat in the breakroom, I felt a fever burning in my body. I yearned to be touched and kissed all over my body. As those thought raced in my mind, I slowly unbuttoned the front of my white nurses uniform. I began to caress my left breast with my hand.

Oblivious to my surroundings, I lowered the left cup of my bra and circled my nipple with my finger. My right hand slid down into the front of my panties and I quickly found my clit. Suddenly I heard a voice, "Angel? You look like you could use some help."

It was Tawny, the other nurse assigned to the nightshirt on my floor. I paniced and covered my body in embarrassment.

Tawny walked toward me and whispered, "Don't stop. You are sexy and I have always dreamed about your gorgeous body. I have imagined myself sucking your huge tits. Please let me help you."