“Mindy, wake up for me, please. I need to check your vitals. Wake up.” Someone was patting my shoulder.
I opened my eyes and saw yet another vision. First Dr. Saylor, now this… She had the perfect face, like that of a Greek statue, the kind of face I strive over and over again to tattoo. If I hadn’t felt more sure of myself, I might have thought she was an angel meeting me in Heaven. She was glorious, but I was hoping she wasn’t an angel for several reasons—the main one being I didn’t want to be dead, and the others for purely sensual enjoyment that I don’t think you can get in Heaven. Her hair was red and flowing, and her pin-up-girl bust made it a terrible shame she had to wear that loose blue paisley nurse-blouse she had on.
“I’m Ruby, your nurse for the rest of the afternoon. How are you feeling?”
Ruby? Really? That’s got to be her pornstar name!
“I’m fine, just tired,” I mumbled.
“Can you tell me where you are, Mindy?”
“Uh, I was just thinkin’—either Heaven or the hospital, but I’ll go with my gut and say the hospital,” I heard myself say.
She showed no response. She meant business, but her voice was comforting. “Do you hurt anywhere? Are you comfortable?”
Her voice was doing something to me. My drowsiness started going away. My body and mind were becoming more alert and stimulated as she spoke.
“Yes, really, I’m fine,” I said more convincingly.
She reached down and took my wrist with her soft fingers, then slid my sleeve up with her warm hand.
“I’m going to take your blood pressure now.”
She said that as if I were getting a special treat. She was looking into my eyes deeply and authoritatively. It startled me, and I couldn't help but be turned on a little, though I tried to convince myself she was just looking at my pupils for any defects like the others had done. Still, her smooth hands were massaging my upper arm as she gingerly applied the cuff with her warm fingers, then slowly pumped up the pressure bulb. Her body was close, and I was entranced by her figure. Damn, she was hot. I bet she’s wearing something crazy sexy under that surgical top, I thought in growing lust. Her skin, smooth and light, was a perfect canvas for ink masterpieces. And I have a feeling she’s got some good ones, I surmised.
Let me pause here to reiterate, in case you forgot, that yes, I like girls too. Again, I'm perplexed by other people's desires and cravings that differ from mine. Just as I can't understand why everyone doesn't want to suck a cock now and then, I don't know why women aren't naturally attracted to other babes; especially voluptuous ones that can take your breath away with a mere kiss or a touch. Sex with a woman is different. The tongues and lips are better, there’s more tactile attentiveness, and there are tits—and intoxicating pussy nectar to partake in, which is as consuming as a date drug. What’s more beautiful than watching the swell of her abdomen as she cums by the movement of your tongue, and afterward the soft skin and caresses that make intimacy feel so much more gratifying and unimposing? It opens up a whole new ocean of fish when you can enjoy both men and women. At least, that’s how I see the world.
I was glad she was checking my blood-pressure the old-fashioned way and not by machine. It felt much more personal, and I liked her touching me. She got even closer to me as she bent over and put the stethoscope on my arm. Her pristinely divine face and beautiful skin were too much, and I was getting excited. Did she know she was having this effect on me? She turned to look into my eyes as if to knowingly acknowledge my thoughts and sensations. I could smell her—sweet, natural, and… hmm, leather?
I was aroused now. I mean, I was getting absolutely wet. Clearly, things were still working down there. I watched her listen intently with her stethoscope on my arm as she measured my beating heart through my veins before she fully decompressed the cuff, stood up and looked me over.
“It looks like you had quite a night last night. You got most of it out of your hair,” she said with a brief smile.
I reacted by impulsively bringing a hand up to my head and running my fingers through my hair. “Oh… yeah… I was—” I stammered.
“Shame on you…” she interrupted, then paused.
Am I going to get a motherly scolding from the hot nurse now?
“…for hitting that pig.”
I smiled. “Yes, that was a shame.”
“You’re a very bad girl,” she said, slowly and matter-of-factly, as she peered down at me.
I let out a small gasp. Then I saw her eyes look at my breasts, and I looked down and saw what she saw. My hard nipples were making little mounds as they tried to poke through my hospital gown. I was busted. She looked me in the eye with an expression of I told you so and reached over, taking the poking mound that was my left nipple between her thumb and forefinger.
I gasped again, much deeper this time. She was still gazing at me. She then said in her cold, formal tone, “I’m going to take your pulse.”
My whole body tensed up as she slowly began to squeeze. I felt a rising storm pass through my veins, and the sensation between my legs grew to feel like rain and thunder.
“Be still,” she directed, like a command.
I moaned as softly as I could while she rubbed and squeezed one nipple then the other. I didn't know what to do except lie still. She pinched hard, and I considered taking her hand off, but then I saw her face—she looked stern, and I knew I’d better not. After about a minute, I was starting to lose control in the flood of sensations when she abruptly stopped and picked up her clipboard. As she made a note in my record, she said, “Your pulse is normal. You seem to be responding well to rest, and you’re very alert now. Good. I’ll be back in a few minutes to take your temperature. Alright?”
“Uh, yeah, sure, of course,” I quickly answered.
“Remain in bed, please,” she instructed, and then she turned and left.
I fell back to earth with a thud in my fresh wet spot as I watched the door close behind her. It took a minute or two to slow my heart and catch my breath. Am I crazy from brain trauma or did that fucking really just happen? Maybe I'm dreaming it all. My nipples were still smarting and burning, so I really didn’t think I had imagined it. I lay there in a daze for a while, and then I got up and went to the restroom to wipe the cunt juice off my thighs. And, of course, I naturally wanted to give myself an orgasm for relief, but just as I started rubbing my swelling, wet clit, there was a knock on the bathroom door.
“Mindy?”
It was Pornstar Ruby. She was back! I felt my heart beating in my chest again. “Yes, just a minute.”
“I know what you’re doing. I need to take your temperature right now! Come out, please.” She was using her cross librarian voice again.
Jesus! She knows what I’m doing? She’s fucking with my mind!
“Okay, I’m coming,” I said, before realizing my choice of words. I wish I were cumming! I got up, wiped my fingers on my gown, and opened the door. She stood by the bed writing on the clipboard. She didn’t look at me.
“Get back in your bed,” she directed, her eyes still on the clipboard. “I told you to stay there.”
Fuck, this dragon lady means business, I thought. I noticed that the room was very dim. The overhead light was off, and the room was lit only by the wall lamp behind my bed, so I thought they were finally going to let me get some sleep. I climbed back into the bed, and she started adjusting the sheet and light blanket on top of me like she was tucking me in. “The doctor will be here shortly to make sure you’re ready to be discharged. I just need to make sure you don’t have a fever. How are you feeling now?” she asked.
The doctor! Immediately, I thought of Dr. Saylor and his sexiness. I love this hospital!
“I... uh… feel great, actually,” I answered, giving her a mischievous smile. Her face remained stern.
I watched Ruby as she smoothed the blanket. Then, I was surprised to see her put her hand under the covers. I felt her hand as she slid it under my gown, up my leg, and the
n stopped with her palm on my bare thigh, up high. My leg muscles trembled slightly at her warm and soft touch. I felt a sudden rush of blood travel through my veins and every corpuscle up my leg while her hand rested there. Holy fuck! What was she going to do now? Is she going to stick a thermometer up my ass? Or up my pussy? She looked up and smiled devilishly. Removing her hand from under the covers, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a surgical glove. She looked into my eyes as she fit it on her hand.
“Open your mouth and let me see your tongue,” she said.
I stuck out my tongue as I was told. What the hell is she doing? I thought she said she was going to take my temperature? I didn’t see a thermometer.
She slowly guided her gloved hand back under the covers, looking observantly at me as she methodically moved it up my thigh again, then finally up to my soaking, swollen pussy. She began to move her fingers down, around, and across my pussy’s ready and puffy lips. I couldn’t believe what was happening.
"Put your tongue back in your mouth," she said sharply. I had forgotten it was out and drew it back in, noticing I had started to drool. Maybe it wasn't so much that I forgot but that, at a deeper level, I was afraid she would be upset if I didn't do as I was told. She stared at me with a smug smile as she slipped two or three fingers inside my wet, hot core. I swallowed with a gulp and arched my back as she probed deeper and deeper. Holy fuck! Getting struck by lightning couldn’t have surprised me more. This has got to be some kind of malpractice, but I don’t want it to stop!
After some slow, deep stroking of her fingers, she became still—her fingers remaining inside of me—smiled, and said assuredly, “You don’t have a fever.”
My mouth was gaping as I slowly relaxed my back onto the bed. Again, I lowered my eyes from the ceiling and gazed at Ruby’s face, which was still directed at mine. Her smile had changed to a cool stare that, along with her penetrated fingers, sent an energy wave pulsing through my body.
"Be still. I'm not finished," she directed, in a tone as frosty as her stare.
Nope, she's not an angel! I fucking love this hospital!
Episode 4 – Physical Examinations
Ruby hadn’t yet removed her heat-seeking fingers from my twat—she hadn’t moved at all! She kept her steady gaze on my eyes with an expression that I was finding uncontrollably stimulating. Her eyes were stern, yet her mouth seemed amused. I was anticipating Dr. Saylor’s entrance. What is he going to think when he finds us like this? Will he be upset and angry at Ruby for what he considers improper and unprofessional behavior? Or maybe he’ll think it’s hot to see what we’re doing and smile and watch us? I only had a moment to think about it when, suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and it opened. My half-elation-half-alarm quickly turned into full alarm because what entered through the door was a far cry from Dr. Saylor. Instead, it was a short, bald, frowning, at least seventy-something-year-old man with tiny round glasses and pale skin, wearing a white doctor’s jacket.
“Good afternoon,” he said as he entered and walked toward my bed. My eyes popped open wide as he stepped near. I looked at Ruby, who still hadn’t flinched, her fingers continuing to actively gauge my fever, so to speak, underneath the covers and out of sight. I started to greet him, but Ruby glared at me with one eyebrow raised and slowly shook her head for me to remain quiet and still.
I watched the doctor quickly eye Ruby up and down to her bulging breast. Looking well pleased with what he observed, he turned his head back to me and said, “I’m Dr. Pratt.” Obviously, he appreciated Pornstar Ruby’s presence, and his attention must have been on her big juicy melon boobs because he seemed distracted from making eye contact with me. And even more telling, he plumb fucking failed to observe that her arm was under the covers where her fingers were placed resolutely in my snatch, slowly exploring the chamber therein. I managed to lie still, while my mind was overwhelmed with what was happening. I was too afraid to say anything and was doing all I could to not lose my focus on the doctor, but I don’t think I was doing a good job of it.
He didn’t hide his displeasure of my appearance very well when he began his assessment of me and realized my hair was different, I wore metal on my face, and that chain of orchids winding along my upper chest was inked. He must have thought I was just another wayward soul hooked on some low-life, druggy lifestyle. We were worlds apart. I was a universe apart from Dr. Saylor too, but at least he didn’t try to singe me with condescending looks like this asshole did. The old doctor eyes were finally willing to study my abhorrently pierced face for a moment.
“Well, Miss Poppago, I see you’re rosy-cheeked and bright-eyed this afternoon,” he said in a fatherly tone. “Are you feeling well today?”
I so much wanted to laugh. How am I supposed to look when a hot babe with awesome, luscious tits is fingering my pussy? “I feel great, Doctor, thank you.” He pushed a button and began to raise the mattress slightly. Ruby remained in her place.
“That’s good to hear. Any aches or pains?”
“Uh, no… not really,” I muttered as best I could over my ill-controlled breathing. I was feeling the opposite of pain.
"Fine. Let me look at your eyes." He bent over with a small flashlight and flashed it in each of my eyes as he watched them intently. He paused and studied my face. Uh-oh, he suspects something. He’s going to figure it out.
“Are you sure you’re alright, Miss Poppago?” he asked. Then he smiled sinisterly and said, “You look a little flushed.” He glanced at Ruby to see if she was seeing what he was observing. She only smiled politely at him. So professional. She kept her fingers moving—at times it felt like they were dancing and gliding around in there to a slow blues tune.
Fuck—he’s figuring it out. I said, “I’m fine, really. It’s just that I’ve been sleeping.”
“Mm-hm,” he said as he readied his stethoscope. He gave me a suspicious look and said, “Perhaps that’s it. Let’s listen to your heart.”
With stethoscope in hand, he wedged it under my gown from the top slightly, and, of course, my nipples had their brights on again. This didn't get past him, and he couldn't hide his smile. Now it was his cheeks that were flushed. As he placed the cold sensor on the top of my breast, nurse Ruby slowly began to move her fingers in and out of my excited and gorging cunt, which was nearing the point of rapturous pleasure. I tensed up and tried to control the swells and my breathing.
“Cold?” he asked with a chuckle as he placed the receiver on my chest. He repositioned his device and, as if by necessity, rested a few lazy fingers on my boob. Ruby’s fingers wiggled harder. As he moved his hand, he sinisterly pushed my gown farther down until most of my breast was exposed. My mouth dropped open, and I was caught between the ecstasy of her fingers and the shock of his creepy ones. Then I realized, Shit, he thinks he’s the one turning me on! As he appeared to listen, I saw his gaze was fixed on my nipple as he softly slid his fingers back and forth on my exposed tit. I looked up at Ruby in bewilderment, but she only continued to inflame the situation with her igniting finger fucking. I was the firecracker, and she was lighting my fuse. She stood still in silence, her fingers in purposeful motion, keeping her chin up and enjoying watching me trying to contain myself. As I stared at her, I began to breathe deeply and tried not to squirm noticeably. He was taking an exceptionally long time to listen to my heartbeat, which gave me enough time to figure out that I could have some fun.
“Oh, Doctor,” I whispered between breaths, “I’m starting to feel much better.”
"Now be quiet, young lady, and be still," he ordered softly, looking into my face. "I'm trying to listen."
“Yes. Please. Mmmm.” I started to breathe harder as his fingers eventually brushed across my bare nipple. But that wasn’t why I was taking deeper breaths and starting to sweat all over.
Ruby and I smiled at each other. I pressed my back against the mattress and arched back. Not only did it give the ol’ doc a good view of my erect nipples, but it helped me to grind against Ruby'
s hand for maximum burn. He was a dirty ol’ bastard, and if he didn’t stop soon—that was, if Ruby didn’t stop soon—I was about to make a lot of loud, ecstatic noises. But I didn’t want to let the doctor have the pleasure of watching me cum, and it was all I could do to keep it from happening. Fuck! I can’t hold on much longer! I was going to give up, unable to resist the growing swell, when Ruby abruptly stopped her deep-dive fucking, and the tidal wave began to calm. As I began to relax, the old man lifted his head and stood up, sensing I was breathing more normally and probably to avoid risking detection by the nurse of his dirty encroachments. I bet he was pleased with himself and horny as hell to see me so worked up—I was thoroughly flushed by now, with sweat beading on my brow, face, and chest and soaking my gown.
“Well, Doctor,” I said as I was catching my breath, “did you like it? I mean, did you like what you saw—heard?”
“Well, my dear,” he began. He was perspiring too. “You seem to be fit as a fiddle. I’m going to go ahead and discharge you, but I want you to rest the remainder of the day, and get a good night’s sleep tonight.”
I could tell he wanted to say something else, but he stopped, blushed, looked at Nurse Ruby, did a half-bow, said goodbye, and quickly shuffled out.
Once the door was closed, Ruby and I looked at each other and laughed. I put my hand over hers on top of the covers. “Let me know if you start to get dizzy,” she cautioned. “I want to be sure you’re ready to leave.” We watched each other silently while she coolly rendered the remainder of her therapeutic temperature gathering and health assessment inside my worked-up, swollen puss. Her look became one of control and knowing, and any apprehension and inhibition I had left in me turned into a willing surrender to her bold fingering advances. In short order, I felt a wave of heat radiating down my legs, into my ass and abdomen, and then to my head as I heaved into a gut-swelling orgasm that caused sensations of explosions and sparkles all over my body. I released some heavy gasps and stifled screams as the sensations of her fingers began to recede, and she gradually pulled them out of my clinging pussy. I let my body settle into a melted, deflated heap under the bed covers, and I started to breathe again.
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