by J Phillips
Once she had tended to my drips, Libby stood over me and smiled once more. ‘It’s been lovely meeting you, Mr Pearce, and I just know that we’re going to become wonderful friends,’ she said unexpectedly. ‘Now remember, don’t tell anyone about me not wearing those horrible gloves, and I won’t mention this...’ she pressed a warm palm against the soft cotton of my pyjama bottoms, directly over my stiff cock, before running her fingers along its length. Then turning away she swung her pert little arse out of the room, calling back over her shoulder as she went, ‘Sweet dreams, Mr Pearce, and just you make sure they’re about me.’
Alone and utterly confused I contemplated my stupidity. I’d thought that I knew women pretty well by that stage of my life, and Nurse Libby Simmons had seemingly gone way beyond flirting, but clearly I’d misread her.
I tried to relax, but sleep would not come easily to me that night, and I was plagued by a frustrated erection that I could do absolutely nothing about.
Throughout the next day I was tended to by a succession of doctors and nurses, but not once did I see Nurse Simmons again. I couldn’t shake her from my mind, though. Sure she was beautiful and incredibly sexy, but there was more to it than that. The way she’d played with me the night before, the way she’d given just a little before pulling away, meant that I had already fallen victim to her spell.
Seven o’clock came and seven o’clock went, and at around half-eight, just when I despondently thought that perhaps I wouldn’t be seeing her that evening, my door suddenly burst open and there she stood, beaming down at me from the foot of the bed.
‘Sorry I’m late, Mr Pearce,’ she said, dipping her head and offering me an overly dramatic pout. ‘I got terribly caught up on my rounds, but I wanted to save my favourite new patient for last so that I can spend some special time with him.’
I watched a little apprehensively as Libby twisted a finger round and round a loose strand of hair, before turning and locking the door.
She checked my charts once again and tended to me with perfect professionalism, before clasping her hands together with exaggerated glee and declaring, ‘Now, how about a little wash?’ I wasn’t sure that it was normal to bathe patients every day, but I was in no position to voice any kind of protest, and really I wouldn’t have wanted to even if I could.
This time, as she quickly undressed me, Libby leant so low that I could smell the soft, warm scent at her throat. It was a fragrance I knew well; it was simply the smell of a woman, but one I hadn’t realised I had missed quite so much until that moment, and it caused my pulse to quicken. She held her face a matter of inches from mine and our eyes locked. She gently parted her lips as though readying herself for a kiss, but of course it never came. Then with a tiny twitch of a smile she lifted herself completely away and quickly whipped down my pyjama bottoms, as far as they would go.
I was immediately relieved to discover that I had managed to hang on to my sense of composure this time, as my soft prick lay heavy against my inner thigh. I expected her to go fill up her bowl and wash me just as she had the night before, but Nurse Simmons surprised me yet again. She suddenly held herself utterly still and announced with barely suppressed excitement, ‘Ooh! That’s what I was going to tell you...’
Dragging over an uncomfortable-looking stool, Libby sat at the head of the bed. ‘Last night after my shift ended, for some reason, and I really couldn’t help it, I felt so horny. I’ve no idea why. I had been planning to go straight home to bed, but as I left the building I just knew that I wouldn’t be able to relax. So I went round to my boyfriend’s place instead.’ Foolishly my heart sank at the mention of another man. ‘Now, don’t tell anyone that I told you this, Mr Pearce – I know I can trust you – but I can get really dirty at times and if I feel like having sex I just have to go have it. Do you know what I mean?’ I offered no response. ‘Yes, of course you do. Anyway, I could tell that he didn’t really want to see me and I’m sure he was just planning on getting stoned with that stupid flatmate of his, but I always get my own way, Mr Pearce.’ Libby narrowed her eyes and grinned to herself. ‘So do you know what I did? Oh, silly me; of course you don’t. Well, I dragged him up to his bedroom and I just ripped apart my tunic...’ At this point she dramatically pulled at her uniform and a good few extra press-studs suddenly popped open to expose a black push-up bra encasing her perfect breasts and irresistible cleavage.
Having demonstrated what she’d done to her boyfriend in the most explicit manner possible she made absolutely no effort to close her tunic again, and merely continued with her tale.
‘Anyway, I pulled it all the way open and quickly slipped it off until I stood there in nothing more than my underwear.’
I couldn’t help myself from picturing the scene, and inevitably the bits of my body that could react, did react.
‘I’m afraid this bit is rather naughty, Mr Pearce, and I think that in a way it was your fault, but I just fell to my knees, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down until his cock was released. I’m not even sure that I care for my boyfriend particularly, but just like you, he has such a lovely one.’
She gave an adorably scatty little squeal of delight, before going on.
‘Please don’t think badly of me, Mr Pearce,’ she continued, ‘but I absolutely love to give head and so I quickly took him in my mouth and sucked away until he was all nice and hard. Now trust me, I really know how to make a man happy, and it wasn’t long before he was crying out and grabbing my hair, pulling my mouth further onto his cock. Now this bit’s really naughty of me, and although I love to swallow, just as I knew he was about to come I lifted my head away and continued to wank him with my hand until he spurted all across my face and my tits. He made a terrible mess, the cheeky sod, but God it felt so good to be so bad.’
She paused for a moment, looking beautiful as she reflected on what she’d been up to.
‘Funnily enough, I felt rather bored of him a moment or so later and so I dashed off back to my place,’ she giggled mischievously, ‘and of course I just had to have a little play as I lay all alone in my bed. And do you know what I thought about, Mr Pearce?’ She bowed her head and offered me a guilty smile. ‘Do you know... who... I thought about?’
Suddenly Nurse Simmons sat bolt upright. ‘Oh, gosh! I’m so sorry, Mr Pearce. Listen to me going on while you’re all undressed and waiting for your bed bath.’ She then stood and looked down at my body, gasping with feigned shock and bringing a hand up to her lips. ‘Naughty Mr Pearce! just look at the state of you!’ Needless to say my prick was fully erect and aching for attention because of her story. ‘Don’t you worry though; as I told you yesterday, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.’
Quickly skipping through to the bathroom, Nurse Simmons filled her bowl with warm water and returned to my bedside. She didn’t even bother with the flannel this evening and washed me with hands and fingers alone. She took her time with my upper body, taunting me with the slow journey of her ever-descending caress.
Eventually her hands reached down to my swollen prick and she proceeded to soap it up and down. She stroked me even more thoroughly than the evening before, sliding a palm back and forth with a loose grip, and it wasn’t long before huge bolts of pleasure began to shoot throughout my body. I knew I wouldn’t be able to last for very long, and felt a sense of embarrassment that I may ejaculate so quickly... but it felt so fantastic and I couldn’t believe my luck.
‘Mmm, Mr Pearce it’s so hard,’ she gasped with evident delight. Over and over again my prick tensed and released beneath her grip, my chest heaving uncomfortably as I drew short impassioned breaths. I was so close, mere moments from my climax when all of a sudden Nurse Simmons held completely still. She kept a tight grip on my shaft and my cock jerked in her fist. Mentally I begged her to continue, but it was useless.
I stared wide-eyed as she dipped her head and bashfully looked down at me through long lashes. ‘I’m so s
orry, Mr Pearce, that was wrong of me. I guess I got a little carried away thinking about last night. Will you ever forgive me?’
I would have given anything for the power of speech in that instant, I so wanted to tell her that it was fine, that it was exactly what I wanted too, but all I had to communicate with was the tortured look in my eyes, and clearly that was not enough.
Quickly rinsing and drying me off, Nurse Libby Simmons dressed me again in silence before leaning down and whispering in my ear, ‘Thanks for listening, Mr Pearce. I really feel as though I can talk to you. Sleep well.’
Then she gave me a quick peck on a stubbled cheek before breezing from the room to leave me in an even more frustrated state than the night before.
The next day came and the routine checks continued. I didn’t have time to be bored, however, as my mind was consumed by images of Nurse Simmons, of the way that one moment she seemed so naively innocent – girlish even – and yet the next she would betray her true nature as a calculating predator by the look in her eye alone. I couldn’t help but picture that shapely young body of hers, those moist pink lips, and all day long I was plagued by a tension I could do nothing to relieve.
When she came again it was even later than the previous evening, somewhere around nine o’clock I’d guess. This time she burst in with the youthful exuberance of a child on Christmas morning, clutching numerous shopping bags. For some reason I clearly recall how, that night, she had chosen to wear her hair in a long golden ponytail, which somehow only added to her look of purity.
‘Gosh, I’m really naughty, Mr Pearce,’ she beamed. ‘I’m on the nightshift tonight and I’m already running late, but it’s only because I have great news and I just had to go shopping. Guess what?’ she enthused, fixing me with her sparkling gaze and waiting as though I might magically be able to answer her.
I raised my eyebrows and she grinned even wider. ‘I’m going on holiday! That idiot boyfriend of mine just surprised me this morning – God, I hope he’s not going to propose – but anyway; two weeks on a little Greek island, the day after tomorrow! It was such a pain to sort out cover so late, but I’ve done it!’
It was hard not to be pleased for her, such was her delight, and I expressed my happiness in the only way I could, by softly blinking my eyes.
Dropping her bags to the floor she locked the door as before and once again she drew the blind.
‘Bath time!’ she beamed, and in no time at all she had me stripped as good as naked. Nurse Simmons filled her bowl with warm water exactly as she had done those previous evenings, but just as she was about to begin she suddenly held still and looked across at the door from the corner of her eye, as though double-checking that we’d not be disturbed.
‘Hey,’ she whispered conspiratorially, the paradox of her sexy innocence making my stomach flip again, ‘don’t tell, but I’ve got something I want to show you.’
She went back to her shopping bags and bent forward from the waist, offering me the stunning view of her peach-like bottom encased within that tight white tunic.
‘Ta-daaa!’ she suddenly squealed delightfully, spinning around and clutching a tiny striped bikini. ‘It’s for my holiday. I just had to buy it.’ Libby furrowed her brow a little before continuing, ‘Although, those big meanies at the shop wouldn’t let me try it on.’ Suddenly her eyes grew wide and a cheeky smile spread across her lips. ‘I know!’ she exclaimed. ‘You wouldn’t mind if I tried it properly now, would you?’
Libby didn’t even wait for me to shake my head; she simply turned to face away and peeled apart the front of her uniform. ‘No peaking now, Mr Pearce,’ she teased, but I suspect that she had no problem whatsoever with me watching her change.
Nurse Simmons let her tunic slide from her shoulders to the floor in one tantalising shimmer, to reveal the crème-caramel flesh of her rear. Her body was as toned and just as well sculpted as I had imagined it to be, and I was stricken with a rapidly growing erection yet again.
She was wearing plain underwear, black cotton with lycra, but its simplicity did nothing to spoil the seductive image of her near-naked state. Quickly reaching behind her back she unclipped the bra and tossed it aside. Next she slipped off her panties to reveal the perfectly round curve of her bottom. In no time at all she’d smoothed on the new bikini and spinning around, she beamed at me excitedly.
‘So? What do you think?’
What did I think? I thought she looked incredible, but of course I had no way to vocalise it. Libby playfully offered me a few over-the-top glamour model poses, and allowed me to take in the wonderful spectacle of her body more fully. Her bikini bottoms were tiny, tying in two bows at the hips, and exposed the gentle curve of a tummy, that I have always found to be incredibly erotic on a woman. Yes, Libby Simmons looked good enough to eat, and I could do absolutely nothing about it.
‘You need a shave, Mr Pearce,’ she suddenly announced, and it was all a little surreal to be tended to by a beauty in a bikini, and I could almost imagine myself in one of those ridiculous hip-hop videos as Libby lathered my face with an old fashioned soap and brush before proceeding to treat me to a wet shave. She was very careful and highly attentive, and I watched as she set about her task, the tip of her tongue poking between her lips as she concentrated.
Occasionally our eyes would meet and she would offer me a naughty grin, but always she would return to her duties with the steady precision of a master surgeon.
Once done she rinsed off my face and towel-patted it dry before running the tips of her fingers across my cheek. ‘Ooh, that’s much better, Mr Pearce. You’re all smooth and lovely now. So, anywhere else you want shaving?’ she teased, raising her eyebrows before looking down towards my stiff prick. ‘Mister Pearce!’ she chastised. ‘You really are a very naughty boy, aren’t you? But I suppose I can’t blame you; I do look amazing in this bikini, don’t I? Hey! We need some fresh water.’
She skipped off to the bathroom again and turned the tap on, calling back to me as she filled the bowl. ‘You know, Mr Pearce, I have no idea why I even bought this bikini top anyway. I’ve got no intention of wearing it.’
I didn’t notice at first, what with the way she held the metal bowl before her as she returned to my bedside, but Libby’s cheeky smile let me know she was up to something, and as she leant over to set the bowl down I was immediately taken aback to see that she was now topless, and quite proudly displaying her superb tits to me. Nurse Simmons straightened up and stood with feet neatly together and hands clasped behind her back, swinging her hips coquettishly from side-to-side as I eyed her lush pink nipples.
‘What do you think?’ she asked, playing it all coy. ‘I must confess I do love my boobs, Mr Pearce. I know they’re not the biggest or anything, but “more than a handful’s a waste”, as they say, and besides, I simply adore the way they feel when played with.’ With this Libby lifted her hands, cupped those gorgeous breasts, and began to tease each nipple with her thumbs.
‘Mmm,’ she purred, briefly shutting her eyes and wrinkling her lovely little nose, before staring at me once more and smiling naughtily. ‘I hope you don’t think I’m too rude, Mr Pearce, but I do feel very comfortable with you, you know, and I figure if all those men on the beach will get to see me like this then there’s no harm if you do too. But anyway, silly me, carrying on away when you must be getting all chilly.’
Nurse Simmons proceeded to bathe me just as before from shoulders down, but this time I had the added torture of being able to stare at her naked breasts as she worked. I could see how the tip of each rosy-red nipple had stiffened a little from her teasing, and I couldn’t stop myself from wondering how they might feel between my lips, how they’d taste.
Libby’s hands slipped lower across my body, and this time I was determined to find release. I was already wound as tight as a drum and I was certain that with just the lightest caress I’d be unable to resist, but once again mischievo
us Nurse Simmons had plans of her own. With one hand she gently soaped my balls and the sensitive flesh around my groin, and with the other she tightly gripped the girth of my shaft. I watched as she bent low over me, a delightful look of concentration on her lovely face, and a sudden shiver rippled along my spine in unison with the warm caress of her breath as it drifted against the exposed tip of my cock. She was so close to touching me with her lips, and despite the discomfort of my aching body I tensed my buttocks and tried in vain to thrust myself closer towards her.
‘Gosh, it really is a pretty one you know,’ she sighed softly. ‘Forgive me, Mr Pearce, but I’ve started to wonder how it might feel in my mouth. Or even... in my...’ Her voice trailed off, and as though a switch had suddenly been flicked in her mind she lifted away and proceeded to rinse, dry and dress me with formal efficiency.
Nurse Simmons then checked my charts and made tiny adjustments to the equipment that surrounded me, before quickly slipping back into her tunic without even bothering to change back into her underwear. At the last moment, just as she unlocked and opened the door, she turned, smiled and blew me a kiss before leaving as quickly as she had entered.
This time I was left in no doubt that I was little more than a plaything in her cruel, tormenting game. No one could be that naive, and I felt an anger surge within me that was only surpassed by my extreme sexual frustration.
The following day I found myself both dreading and longing for Libby’s next visit. It was ridiculous; I knew she was using me, but some small part of me still prayed that in the end Nurse Simmons would become too involved in her own selfish pleasure to stop me from taking my own.
At around eight-thirty that evening my door opened and I looked up expectantly, only to see one of the older nurses cheerily bustling into my room. I don’t mind admitting that I was deeply disappointed when she set about the usual tasks that Libby would have tended to, and I was even given a quick bed bath, but it was nowhere near as intimate or as sexy an experience as it was with Nurse Simmons, which was a blessing, because as lovely though this nurse was, she was not exactly my type. I was awkwardly changed into fresh pyjamas before being left alone for the evening.