(F/M) Night Nurse | 2016

I began my career as a nurse certain I was going to make a difference in the world of medicine, treating each patient with care and respect, and really make it a pleasurable experience.

Less than a year later, I hated my job (and by extension, my life).

I worked the late shift at a hospital nearly an hour drive from my home. It was miserable. Most of my patients were hypochondriacs trying to get one over on their insurance or workplace, and the others seemed to exclusively have bowel problems. I couldn't imagine doing this job for the rest of my life, I was already burning out.

I came in that night with a headache and already feeling miserable. I was fresh out of a relationship that had lasted since college. Apparently sleeping all day and working ridiculous hours was not the recipe for a healthy relationship. It was bad timing too, we hadn't had sex in weeks and I was just coming back from a "monthly visit" and really kinda eager. So when they asked me to work the monitoring center I jumped at the opportunity. Spend my shift watching sleeping patients? I was thrilled. Of course, I knew it was never that easy, but it was better than wiping asses.

I took over the position from a male coworker, who told me the shift had been quiet thus far, but that a particular new arrival had yet to go to sleep, but that it was my problem now as he slipped out the door. I sat down with a sigh, probably some older patient who couldn't sleep until it was juuuust right, but a few minutes later I noticed his heart rate jumping up at an alarming rate, and I started down the hall to check on him.

I opened the door in a rush, and then immediately dropped my eyes to the floor in embarrassment. The man on the bed wasn't some old fart with one foot out the door, it was a young man (I later found out he was 36, but anyways..) with his sheets and nightgown pulled back, stroking his cock with his head tilted back.

"Oh, god. Oh, wow." I stuttered, still looking at the floor. "Sir, you are supposed to be trying to sleep."

He let out a reactionary swear then frantically covered up.

"I'm so sorry mam, it's just so confining I can't sleep. Sometimes.. that helps."

I slowly lifted my head, making sure it was safe. I couldn't believe him, what kind of loser jerks off in a hospital? There were plenty of men who cat called us all day, but to jack off when you know you're being monitored?

He was out of his harness, a belt that goes across his abdomen, and it was going to require me strapping him back in. I wasn't looking forward to it.

"If you're done, I need to strap you back in. Can you lie back?" I asked, and through multiple apologies and a beat red face he obliged. His heart rate was still skyrocketing, and there was a noticeable tent beneath the sheet.

"Again, I'm so sorry. I'm not a pervert I swear." He assured me, and I was inclined to believe him. He didn't look like a sexual deviant. For one, he was cute. Cuter than most who came in anyways. I could probably have guessed his real sleep problem wasn't sleep apnea, not at his age (not yet anyways).

"Believe me, I've seen worse. Just don't encourage yourself next time."

"Well having you in the room isn't really helping."

I couldn't believe it, was he flirting with me after that?

"Well as soon as you're tucked in I'll be out of here."

"That's not what I meant," he started, then sighed and seemed to have given up.

"Besides," I continued, "You didn't even know I was here, I just came in."

"I've seen a million nurses in the hour I've been here. It didn't help."

"Well you'll be alone for the next eight hours, maybe you'll be able to keep it under control now."

I leaned over him to fasten the belt and caught him staring at my considerable breasts. Scrubs aren't the most complimentary clothing, and with sizeable breasts and a round ass, I found myself fidgeting in them a lot. We made brief eye contact, and the death glare I gave him must have been intimidating.

"Sorry." He repeated.

"Will that be all?" I asked, giving him a slight grin. What can I say, it's nice to be wanted, and it was becoming sort of playful.

"Well since you asked, it isn't really fair you've seen me.." He trailed off, but I knew what he was getting at.

"That's enough for now." I said, turning to go, feeling his eyes burning into the back of me. I don't know what possessed me but I stopped after a few steps, looking back at him over my shoulder. He was staring, as predicted, and I quickly hooked my thumbs into the back of my scrubs and underwear, flashing him my ass ever so quickly. The look on his face was priceless, and then I was out the door.

I was blushing as I walked down the hall and back to the monitoring room. I couldn't believe I had done that, and at the same time was incredibly excited by that little tease. Still, I was at work, and didn't expect any more to come of it. There were two other patients in the sleep study, though neither seemed to be a problem. I checked on them every two hours, but the nurse before me had already checked on them before I arrived, so they wouldn't need my again for some time, so my thoughts drifted back to the other patient.

I had gone from reprimanding him to practically encouraging him, likely risking my job in the process. I laughed at that, my own melodrama. As ifhe would actually get me trouble for flashing him, especially after masturbating in the hospital. No, he wasn't likely to tell anyone here about our little encounter, and for some reason that excited me more.

It wasn't long before his monitor was going off again, and I tried to contain my nervousness as I walked back down the hall to his room. I opened the door slowly and again found him with his head tilted back, his hand beneath the sheet this time, but the motion was unmistakable. I cleared my throat and he stopped, though he kept one hand beneath the sheet.

"Look, you've got to let me finish, especially after that."

There was no question what "that" referred to, and I realized I was to blame now, so I walked over to his bed, still nervous.

"Alright, but I've got to get these off of you, otherwise they'll think you're having a heart attack." I said, and started plucking the monitors off his chest. While I leaned over him he started rubbing himself again beneath the sheets, and I immediately pulled back. "You can wait until I'm done!"

"Come on, help me out."

"I've helped you enough." I said, turning to go, and then he reached out and grabbed me by the wrist.

"Please just stay."

We stood like that for a few moments, me looking back at him, his hand on my rest, his other hand hidden away, and for the life of me I couldn't tell you what made me stay. I took a step towards his bed, at the edge of it.

"After this you'll go to sleep?" I asked, like I really cared about the test. He agreed, and a few seconds later the hand that had gripped my wrist was running across my body, something I hadn't agreed to but wasn't going to stop.

It was sensual, he slid his hand underneath my shirt and rubbed my flat tummy, sliding it around my back and cupping my ass, pulling me towards him a bit. I was shaking, feeling this strangers hands on me. I didn't even know his name. He was beating off harder beneath the sheet, and I reached over and pulled the sheet back, which seemed to really get his attention. He took his hand off gripping my ass and tugged at the front of my pants, pulling them down my thighs and exposing my pussy. There was a slight stubble, but he didn't seem to mind, slipping his hand between my legs and rubbing my lips with two fingers. He took his hand off his cock and reached for my hand, placing it on him. His dick was about eight inches, and throbbing hard. As soon as I started stroking it he began pumping his hips in rhythm. He picked up the pace between my legs, slipping one finger in, and then two, and i squirmed into his touch while my hand worked his cock.

When I could take no more I placed my hand over his, guiding it inside of me, while I leaned over and took his cock into my mouth. It was depraved, it was lustful, and I was absolutely out of my mind. It didn't take long at all for him to finish after that, cumming without warning into the back of my mouth. I pulled my head off, covering my mouth, and swallowed it down a second later. I laughed a bit, pulling my pants up, and immediately left down the hall to wash off.

(Skipping ahead for lack of space)

I spent the rest of the shift in the monitoring room fingering myself, rubbing myself between crossed legs. When it was finally time for him to go, I went in to say goodbye, and made him an offer.

Ten minutes later we were in an unused room and he was pulling my scrubs off. He pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees while I lift my shirt over my breasts, bending over and bracing myself against the bed railing. The moment I felt his cock brushing up against me I wanted to scream, I couldn't believe it was happening, but a moment later he slid inside of me, and all objections were silenced.

His hands were around my waist, pulling me into each thrust as his cock throbbed inside of me. It was a primal, animalistic fucking. I tried to hold back the moaning and grunting, but after a particularly good thrust I moaned like a little whore, and felt him pick up the pace in response.

"I'm about to cum." He grunted into my ear, leaning over me. Now there was a line I wasn't crossing. I pushed him back, turning around and pulling my pants up, but also dropping to my knees. I pressed my breasts together, looking up at him. A few seconds later I felt the warm confirmation of his orgasm as the globs dotted my breasts.

We dressed and exchanged numbers without a word, but that was the beginning of an even longer affair.

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