Chapter 2: Building Tension
Four whole days had passed since Sarah left work. She now found herself preparing for three twelve hours days . An extreme schedule to say the least, but she couldn't help but feel an exciting anticipation brewing within her.
The past four days she had given herself every opportunity to get herself off, using sex toys, dirty magazines, and even her own imagination. She figured that she hadn't satisfied herself in a long time before she met Michael, and that's why she felt the way she did when she saw him for the first time.
As far as she could tell her theory was right, as she dressed at her own home she didn't think about mike Michael once. She focused on her tasks at hand and got dressed in her neatly pressed uniform, pinning her hair back into a tight bun.
She checked the clock one last time before heading out, making sure she wasn't late for her shift. She drove to the hospital, listening to her favorite pop songs on the radio, normal as it had always been.
As she entered the hospital, she took a deep breath and put on her professional face. She greeted her coworkers and headed for the nurses station.
She found her stack of patient charts waiting for her, yet there was a problem. It wasn't a stack at all, it was only one chart, belonging to no other than Michael.
Before she could even process the situation, a dreary cloud overtook the hospital floor. It could only mean one thing, the director of nursing was on the floor.
"Nurse Sarah, report to the nursing station immediately," a voice echoed through the intercom.
Sarah's heart sank, she couldn't believe it. This was almost always bad.
She rushed to the nursing station, bracing herself for the worst.
The director of nursing, Lorraine, stood there, looking straight at her with a stern expression.
"Nice to see you again, Sarah," Lorraine said, her tone cold and calculated.
Sarah looked at her, confused.
Lorraine was an old Stonewall lesbian woman, the director of nursing who ruled the hospital with an iron fist and didn't suffer fools gladly. If Sarah was in trouble, it wouldn't be minor.
"Yes, ma'am?" Sarah asked, swallowing hard.
Lorraine began, "some of the other nurses have been engaging in inappropriate behavior with our patients, specifically with Mr. White, also known as Michael, whose chart is currently assigned to you. Last night, several nurses were caught on video in various blowing and sucking positions with him."
Lorraine continued, "due to this, I have assigned him to be your only patient for these three days. As you can imagine, this is a major breach of protocol and can potentially result in termination of employment for those involved. As such, I expect total dedication and professionalism from you during this time."
Sarah was stunned, she couldn't believe what was happening.
The director kept going on, "over the next three days yourself, myself and Charles will be the nurses assigned to Mr. White. This is to ensure that no further breaches of protocol occur. I have already arranged for a computer for your electronic charting to be put in the room so you can keep track of everything."
Sarah nodded, "Yes, ma'am."
Lorraine continued, "I expect you to be a role model for the other nurses during these three days. You are an experienced nurse and I am confident that you will handle this situation with utmost professionalism."
Sarah straightened up, "I understand, ma'am. I will do my best."
Sarah turned and walked down the hallway to Michael's room. She took a deep breath before entering, ready to be the consummate professional Lorraine expected of her.
As Sarah entered the floor the energy emanating from the other nurses hit like a ton of bricks.
They all glanced at her, the unchecked envy in their eyes. They followed her every step like chained lions in heat at the Colosseum. Sarah couldn't help but feel a surge of power and desire so raw and unbridled that she had to stop in her tracks for a moment. Sarah felt the weight of their gazes on her back. She had never been the subject of such intense scrutiny, but it didn't matter. Let them stare if they wanted to. Sarah was determined to do her job with utmost professionalism.
As she entered Michael's room, her heart fluttered. Just a little, but enough to make her aware of it. Michael lay on the bed, his chest rising and falling with the rhythm of his shallow breaths. His face was less pale than her last visit, and his eyes lit up as soon as he saw her.
Sarah turned to shut the door, as the door swung close each nurse that remained outside of the room buried their nails into the countertops and med carts , their eyes pleading to trade places with her.
Sarah could feel her pulse quicken and her throat go dry. She took a deep breath and turned back to Michael, trying to maintain her composure.
"Good morning, Mr. White," she said, broadly giving a genuine smile.
"Hey Sarah," he replied, his voice low and raspy from sleep.
He shifted in the bed, wincing as he moved his injury. Sarah moved quickly to his side, checking the bandages and the monitors that surrounded him.
She was all business, but her heart was racing. She knew that she would be alone with him for the next three days, and she couldn't help but feel a little thrill at the thought.
"You're looking better today, Mr. White," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.
He smiled up at her, his eyes glinting with mischief. "I'm feeling better too, Sarah. I have to admit, I was a little disappointed when I woke up and you weren't here yesterday."
Sarah felt her cheeks grow warm.
"How are you feeling this morning, Mr. White?" she asked, trying to redirect her thoughts and focus on her duty as a nurse.
Michael looked up at her, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Better now that you're here," he said, his voice low and seductive.
Sarah couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine as she felt the weight of his gaze on her body. She swallowed hard and forced herself to look away.
She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she leaned over him. His gaze lingered on her chest for a moment before meeting her eyes. Sarah felt a shiver run down her spine.
"Any pain? Nausea? Dizziness?" Sarah asked, trying to steady her breathing.
Michael shook his head, his eyes never leaving hers. "No, I feel...good."
Sarah felt a rush of heat flood her face as she realized the double meaning of his words. She straightened up, taking a step back from the bed.
"I'm glad to hear that," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
She could feel the tension between them growing thicker by the second. She knew that this was going to be a long three days.
Mike brought the tension back down darting his tongue out to lick his bottom lip in a tantalizing gesture that made Sarah's stomach flip.
She couldn't help but notice how picture perfect his body still was. The thick, ropey muscles across his shoulders, biceps and forearms, the chiseled abs covering his six-pack, and the large bulge pressing against the fabric of his charcoal grey hospital gown covered in an incredible amount of blankets.
Mike inhaled and exhaled a full breath, the blankets billowing up and down with his belly, his eyes never left hers.
Sarah tried to maintain her professionalism and ignore the swelling heat between her legs. The past days had been a blur of constant sexual urges and desires and she was having a hard time controlling herself around him.
She couldn't remember the last time she'd had sex.
A year ago maybe? Two?
His gaze trailed from her face to the curve of her hips. Sarah couldn't help but notice, but she tried to focus on her duty as a nurse.
She started to make notes in the chart at the foot of the bed, pretending not to notice the tension between them.
"apparently for the next three days I'll be your sole nurse during the day."
"Is that what you heard?" Michael asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
"I did," Sarah replied, still maintaining her professionalism. "Even though we weren't meant to have any interaction outside of medical care, the director has requested it to make sure that no further breaches of protocol happen."
Michael nodded, "Understood."
Sarah looked up at him, a small smile playing on her lips. She felt the heat building in her core at his words, but she tried to focus on her work.
"well for starters, I need to change your dressings and make sure your wound is healthy", she said, picking up a sterile gown from the nearby cart.
She began to examine his wound, which was healing nicely, but still had a long way to go. As she worked, she couldn't help but notice that Michael's gaze was fixed on her chest, the curve of her breasts peeking out of the top of her gown.
She glanced up at him, a small smile playing on her lips. "Is there something on my chest, Mr. she asked, trying to maintain her professionalism despite the heat building in her core.
Michael grinned up at her, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Just admiring the view, Sarah," he said, his voice low and seductive.
She tried to focus on her work, but her mind was racing with desire. She could feel herself getting wetter by the second as she thought about what it would be like to be with him.
She cleared her throat and continued working, trying to ignore the heat building between them. But it was no use.
Luckily, Lorraine came in to make sure everything was in order before leaving for the day. Sarah was grateful for the interruption, as it gave her a chance to regain her composure. She stood up from the bed and straightened her uniform, ready to continue with her duties.
"Is everything alright?" Lorraine asked, noticing the tension in the room.
"Yes, ma'am. Everything is going smoothly," Sarah replied, trying to hide her flushed cheeks.
Lorraine nodded, "Good. I'll leave you two to it then."
Lorraine then again, "Nurse Sarah, I will be on the floor for the first half of your shift, and Charles will be here to relieve you for the second half. I expect that Mr. White's chart is up-to-date and all vitals are recorded every 30 minutes. Also, I expect that all requests for medication and needs are addressed promptly. Do not hesitate to call me if there is any issue."
Sarah nodded, "Of course, ma'am."
Lorraine looked at her for a moment, her eyes narrowing slightly.
Sarah could feel herself growing more and more nervous by the second. She knew that she had to do everything in her power to maintain her professionalism, but it was getting harder and harder to do.
Finally, Lorraine nodded again. "I'll be back tomorrow to check on things. And Nurse Sarah, remember what I said about professionalism."
Sarah nodded again, trying to look as confident as possible. But as soon as Lorraine turned and left the room, she felt her resolve start to crumble.
She turned back to Michael, her heart racing.
Sarah felt a chill run down her spine as she realized that Lorraine knew exactly what was going on in the room. But to her surprise, Lorraine just nodded and walked out, leaving Sarah alone with Michael once again.
As soon as the door closed behind Lorraine, Sarah felt her entire body go rigid with tension. She couldn't believe what had just happened, and she wasn't sure what to do next. She stood there, frozen, for what felt like an eternity.
Whatever sexual tension was in the room was evaporated, gone, reduced to atoms. Sarah felt her body slowly start to let go, the tension in her muscles easing, and her heart began to beat in her chest again.
She took a deep breath and turned back to Michael, determined to finish her work efficiently and professionally.
"I'm sorry Mr. White" said Sarah, trying to sound sincere.
Sarah reapplied the bandage, making sure to apply them precisely and carefully on Michael's wound. She was almost done with her work.
Michael noticed this and grinned at her, a sly look on his face.
"Do you mind if I use the restroom?" he asked, his voice seductive.
Sarah nodded, trying to keep herself composed and maintained her professionalism.
"Of course not," she said, handing him the bedpan.
"I meant the bathroom," he chuckled softly, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.
Sarah flashbacked to four days ago, when he asked the same question and then proceeded to collapse into the toilet. She couldn't help but let out a small laugh at the memory.
"Right, of course," Sarah said, composing herself. She got up to help him walk to the bathroom.
Once in the bathroom, Sarah helped Michael get settled on the toilet, being careful not to jostle his injury too much. As she stood there, waiting for him to finish, she couldn't help but steal glances at his body. His toned chest and abs, the way his thighs flexed as he moved.
She felt a familiar heat building between her legs and tried to ignore it.
"try not to collapse this time," Sarah said with a playful smile.
Michael chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
"I'll try my best," he said, his voice low and seductive.
Once he finished, Sarah helped him back to the bed and finished her rounds. She changed checked his vitals, and administered his medications. The whole time, she could feel herself growing increasingly aroused by his presence.
As she finished up, she turned to him, a small smile playing on her lips.
"Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable, Mike "she asked, her voice low and sultry.
He looked at her for a moment, his eyes darkening with lust.
"Well, there is one thing," he said, his voice hoarse with desire.
"What's that?" Sarah asked, trying to sound innocent.
"You could get in bed with me," he said, his eyes flicking down to her lips.
Sarah felt her heart skip a beat. She stepped towards the computer chair that sat in front of the hastily thrown together defacto nurses station setup, "no, I should get back to documenting everything." She said her voice sounding more casual than she felt. She shuffled through the pages on the chart in an attempt to hide her true emotions and the sudden rush of heat that had built up in her cheeks.
Michael watched as Sarah moved away from the bed, he took a moment to admire her form as she worked. Her petite frame and curves were intoxicating to him.
All to soon Sarah finished her charting. Suddenly Sarah realized that there was nothing else to do. He was her only patient for the day, and it felt like the walls were closing in on them. She bit her lip and looked back at him, nervously playing with the hem of her uniform.
Michael watched her, his eyes dark with desire. He could feel his own arousal growing, and he knew that he couldn't resist her any longer.
Unfortunately for Mike, Sarah decided that no hanky-panky could happen. He's a patient of hers, and she refused to let her hormones dictate her actions.
Every rational braincell in Sarah's head formed a dam, holding back the tidal wave of desire that currently tore through her mind. She made the conscious decision that her ass would under no circumstances move from the nurses chair.
This decision actually worked, the tide of hormones threatening to swallow her whole ebbed and she felt a sense of calm envelop her.
"Do I make you uncomfortable, Sarah?" Mike asked, his voice low and husky.
Sarah's heard snapped back to the present, she glanced at Michael, trying to keep her cool.
"No, why would you say that?" she asked, her voice steady.
"You just seem a little...tense." Michael chuckled, shaking his head.
"I'm fine. Just a little bored, I suppose" Sarah lied.
He nodded, understanding. "I can imagine. It's hard being stuck in this room all day."
"but, It has its perks," Michael said, his gaze lingering on her body again.
Sarah knew he was challenging her resolve, and this only served to steel her.
She couldn't let herself falter and become another nurse involved in the scandal with this patient.
Despite that determination, she couldn't help but feel the heat building between them. She swallowed hard and shifted in her seat as she tried to avoid meeting his gaze.
Michael, however, was relentless. He continued to stare at her with a hunger that made her heart race.
Sarah took a deep breath and pushed against her training, her sense of morality and ethical responsibilities.
Sarah changed the topic, "do you have any family? I'm sure they would love to know you're okay."
Michael hesitated before responding, "I'm an only child, and my parents passed away a few years ago." He paused, "I don't have much contact with other family members. But I do have a couple of close friends who've been checking in on me."
Sarah felt a pang of sympathy for him. "I'm sorry to hear that. I can't imagine how hard that must be for you."
Michael shrugged, "I'm getting through it."
Sarah kept the conversation ball rolling, "How long you been in the hospital?"
Michael shuffled in his bed. Sarah screamed internally, she just got reminded of the blatant hog he's been packing since she entered his room.
"Close to a week," he said hesitantly.
"I can imagine how tough that is," Sarah said, trying to keep her mind off the peripheral view of his chest, abs and bulging crotch underneath the hospital sheets.
"It's better than nothing," he said gruffly.
"I can't move around much yet, but at least I'm upright and breathing."
She decided to change the subject again and asked him about his job.
"I'm in accounting," he said, his voice less sultry than before. "It's not exactly thrilling, but it pays the bills and gives me a good work-life balance."
Sarah nodded, "That's great. I imagine it keeps you busy. What do you like to do for fun?"
Michael grinned, clearly enjoying the change in subject. "I enjoy going out with my friends, trying new restaurants and bars, and traveling whenever I can. What about you, Sarah?"
Sarah blushed, "I don't get out much. Most of my free time is spent studying and working."
Michael's gaze dropped to her lips, "I can imagine. You're too beautiful and smart not to be swarmed by admirers."
Sarah tried to dismiss the comment, "Thanks, Mike. But I don't get much time to date or go out."
"That's a shame," Mike said, his eyes never leaving hers.
Sarah felt a flutter in her chest, she couldn't deny the attraction she felt towards him. She felt her resistance crumbling, she was glad that she sat on the opposite side of the room from him.
She could feel herself growing wetter by the second, her panties sticking to her skin. She found herself squirming in her seat as she tried to get comfortable.
Her mental dam held strong, straining against the pressured waves, her hormones urging her to give in to desire. But she held firm, aware that once the pressure was released, it would only increase.
Mike on the other hand, wasn't as resilient. His face flushed, and chest heaved, his arousal unmistakable. Sarah tried her best to keep her composure, but the sight of him so turned on got her heart racing as well. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
"You're killing me here, Sarah," Mike muttered, his voice husky.
Sarah glanced at him, "What do you mean?" she asked, feigning innocence.
He groaned, his eyes flicking down to her full breasts pressing against her scrubs. "You know exactly what I mean," he growled, his voice low and seductive.
Sarah felt a surge of desire flood through her body. She could feel her nipples harden beneath her bra, and she knew he could see them through her uniform. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to quell the ache that had built up between her legs.
Michael shifted in the bed, his movements slow and deliberate.
He met her gaze with a smoldering look, his desire burning brighter than ever before.
Sarah's eyes were drawn to the way his muscles rippled beneath the thin fabric of his gown. She couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to feel those muscles beneath her fingertips, to run her hands over his broad chest and tight abs.
Sarah watched as he reached down to adjust himself beneath the blankets. She couldn't help but imagine what lay beneath the thin layer of fabric. She felt her breath catch in her throat as she imagined him completely naked, his hard cock standing at attention.
Sarah shifted in her chair, trying to ease the aching in her core. She could feel the wetness seeping through her panties, soaking through the thin fabric. She tried to focus on anything else, but her thoughts kept drifting back to Michael.
But ever resolute Sarah continued the conversation , "What kind of bars do you usually go to? Personally, I like a place that's not too loud, where you can actually hear the person you're talking to."
Michael chuckled, "Yeah, same here. I'm not much for the club scene either. I prefer a dive bar with good music and a laid-back atmosphere."
Sarah smiled, "That sounds perfect."
As the conversation continued, Sarah couldn't help but feel more and more drawn to Michael. His voice, his laugh, the way he looked at her...it was all intoxicating.
"what about your dating history, Mike?" Sarah inquired, trying to change the subject but struggling to take her eyes off his muscular physique. She was surprised by how easily she slipped and spoke informally, it felt natural in this moment. The ardor between them grew stronger with each passing second, and it was getting harder and harder for her to keep her professionalism intact.
"not much to tell, to be honest," Mike replied, shrugging his shoulders.
He adjusted himself again, beneath the thin layer of hospital sheets, and Sarah felt her breath catch in her throat.
"Bullshit," Sarah said, mustering up a hint of playfulness in order to lighten the sexual tension.
"Look, I'm just a simple guy," Mike said with a shrug. "I like to keep things simple."
Mike grinned, and Sarah could see the desire burning in his eyes. Sarah said, trying to maintain her composure. "You're a handsome, successful man. I'm sure you have women lining up to date you."
Michael chuckled, "I appreciate that, Sarah. But I'm not really interested in that whole scene."
Sarah raised an eyebrow, "Oh? And what scene are you interested in?" Sarah asked, a sly smile spreading across her face.
Michael raised an eyebrow at her, "What do you think, Sarah?"
Sarah's heart skipped a beat as she realized what he was implying. She felt the heat building in her core as she imagined what it would be like to feel his hands on her body, his lips on hers, his cock inside of her.
She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "Are you trying to seduce me, Mr." she asked, a flirtatious smile playing on her lips.Sarah couldn't help but laugh at that, "It's a little hard to take you seriously with that kind of bulge in your pants, Mike," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Michael's gaze dropped to his crotch, where the outline of his erect cock was clearly visible beneath the thin fabric and thick blankets.
"I'm afraid I can't help it," he said, his voice low and gravelly.
Sarah felt her heart quicken at his words, and she couldn't help but stare at the obvious bulge in his pants. She had never felt so turned on before, and she couldn't deny the desire that was coursing through her body.
She hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But her resolve held.
Sarah couldn't deny the attraction she felt towards Michael, but she knew that there was no way she could act on it. He was a patient, and a scandal had already engulfed this hospital. She wasn't about to be another nurse caught up in it. Sarah felt her body grow hotter and hotter.
Finally, Mike had an idea and asked bluntly, "are you going to help me cum or am I going to have to do it myself?"
Sarah's eyes widened in shock, her mouth opening to form words, but none came out. Her brain was dumbfounded and flooded with conflicting emotions. On one hand, her professional ethics yelled at her to keep her distance, but on the other hand, her body was screaming for release.
Sarah shut her eyes tightly, trying to find some kind of resolve, but all she could hear was the blood throbbing in her ears. All she could feel was the heat pulsating through her veins.
Sarah knew she had to get a grip of herself, but it was becoming increasingly impossible. She took in a deep breath and glanced up at Michael.
He wore a lazy smile on his face while he watched her, waiting for an answer. Sarah's gaze shifted downwards, and she saw the outline of his cock straining against the blanket. Her pussy clenched in response as she imagined him gripping his shaft in his hand and stroking with long, rough movements.
She bit her lip and looked back to him. Sarah finally took a deep breath and in barely above a whisper said, "I-I can't do that, Mike."
A sly smile crept across his face as he asked, "then you won't mind if I get my cock out right now, here, in this hospital bed?"
Sarah's eyes widened and she felt a rush of heat surge to her cheeks. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Mike, that's-that's highly inappropriate, you know that."
He shrugged his shoulders, "but you won't help me out. So I'll just have to do it myself."
Michael slowly pulled back the blankets and sheets, revealing his muscular chest and abs. Sarah saw his cock stretch beneath his thin hospital gown and bit her lower lip.
She couldn't resist the temptation, finally nodded, "I-I suppose so."
In one swift motion, Michael threw back the blankets and shifted his hips. Sarah couldn't help but watch as his thick cock sprang free, the tip already glistening with precum.
She felt her pussy clenching and liquefying at the sight, her juices openly seeping through her wetness.
"You like what you see, Nurse Sarah?" he grinned, his voice husky with desire.
Sarah blushed.
Michael chuckled, "Of course, you do."
He ran a hand down his chest, tracing the ridges of his abdominal muscles before wrapping his fingers around his cock.
Sarah reached her hands down to the seat of the chair, her few remaining rational thoughts demanded that she grip the padding tightly as she watched the scene unfold.
The few remaining thoughts said one sentence: just don't stand up.
Sarah watched as Michael worked his hand up and down his massive cock, the veins appeared to throb with each movement.
When she saw the large drop of pre-cum appear, she felt her entire body tingle.
"fuck me, Sarah," Mike groaned
Sarah held the chair tighter, the fabric bunching beneath her fingers.
"That's not going to happen," she said, her voice breathy and needy.
Michael's grip tightened around his shaft as he continued to stroke himself. Sarah couldn't help but notice the way his biceps flexed with each movement, the way his stomach muscles tensed.
She felt a surge of desire flood through her body as she imagined him taking her from behind, his strong hands gripping her hips as he plunged into her over and over again.
She watched his large hand wrap around his manhood, slowly moving it up and down.
The sight of him pleasuring himself was almost too much for her to handle, and she could feel her pussy growing wetter.
She watched as he picked up the pace a little, the veins in his thick cock looking almost painful as they stood out from the skin.
"fuck, Sarah, you make me so hard," Mike gasped, his hand still moving as he leaned back against the pillow.
Sarah couldn't help but feel a surge of desire at his words. She imagined what it would be like to have him inside her, to feel his hands on her body as he thrust into her.
"Do you like what you see, Sarah?" he asked, his voice husky. Sarah blushed at his words, but couldn't tear her gaze away from his cock as he stroked it. Her pussy clenched and released in response, and she felt a rush of wetness flow from her core.
She nodded dumbly, unable to find the words to respond.
Mike grinned. "You like what you see?" he repeated, his voice rough with desire.
She felt a rush of adrenaline as she watched him touch himself, her body held in thrall to the sight before her eyes.
"Yes, I fucking love it," Sarah panted out. She had no idea where her self-control had gone. Michael's hand was a blur of motion as he continued to manipulate his cock, the head of it shining wetly with pre-cum.
She couldn't help it, though – she was so turned on, so goddamn wet and aching that she wanted nothing more than to feel his hot spunk all over her body.
Sarah's hands clenched the chair with white-knuckled intensity as she watched Michael work his cock with smooth, practiced strokes, his eyes never leaving hers.
She wanted to give in so badly, to let herself be swept away by the desire and need that was coursing through her body. She wanted to reach out and touch him, to feel the heat of his flesh beneath her fingertips, to taste the salt on his skin.
Sarah's mind wavered for one idea, she reached for a drawer named ultrasound supplies. Inside, she found a small heated box labeled "lubricating gel." She pulled it out and felt a tingle of excitement run down her spine.
"Perfect," she whispered to herself, as she threw the warm bottle to Mike
and watched as he caught it.
"What's this then ?" Michael asked, his eyes gleaming with curiosity.
Sarah took a deep breath, "That's lube," she said bluntly, as she watched him catch it with absolute ease. He uncapped the bottle swiftly and poured a generous amount of the glistening lubricant onto his waiting cock.
Sarah felt her mouth go dry as she watched him stroke his dick slowly, the lubricant making it shine in the dim light of the room.
" Do you dare me to do this, nurse Sarah ?" Mike challenged as he looked at her hungrily under half-lidded eyes, his hand still firmly wrapped around his shaft.
Sarah felt her cheeks growing hot as she watched him coat himself.
She couldn't help but imagine how good it would feel to have him buried deep inside her, filling her completely. She felt a gush of wetness between her legs at the thought, and she clenched her thighs together in an attempt to quell the ache that had built up inside of her.
Wet didn't even begin to describe her. She was absolutely dripping with desire, and she could feel it running down the inside of her thighs. With each thunderous beat of her heart, her clit pulsed rubbing itself off on her underwear. She squeezed her legs even tighter together, trying to alleviate the pressure. She was so wet that she could feel the fabric of her panties sticking to her skin as if she'd just gotten out of a pool.
Her nipples were rock-hard beneath her scrubs, and she could feel the heat radiating off of her body. She felt like a falcon ready to soar, but instead, she was bound by the constraints of her orders.
Michael had spread the lubricant generously on his cock, and he now stroked himself slowly, his breathing growing ragged.
"it's warmed lube?" he murmured, his gaze locked onto Sarah. She couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement as he spread the lube all over himself, watching every movement of his hand, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips.
She couldn't believe what was happening, but she was beyond reason. She wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything before.
Sarah felt her mouth dry at the sight of him. "It is," she whispered, her breath caught in her throat.
Michael grinned and moved his hand faster, the lubricant making his movements smooth and easy.
Sarah couldn't tear her gaze away as she watched him stroke himself, her heart pounding in her chest with each movement of his hand.
Mike took his other hand and used both hands to pummel his cock. Sarah's breath caught in her throat as she watched his movements quicken, the sound of his flesh slapping against his hands filled the room.
"Fuck, Sarah, you're making me so fucking hard," he growled, "I need to cum."
Sarah couldn't deny that she wanted to see him finish. She wanted to watch him shoot his load all over himself, to imagining him doing the same all over her body.
But Sarah wasn't going to let him off easy as she issued him the challenge, "you get to cum when I goddamn say you get to cum."
"Fuck," Michael muttered under his breath, "stop me if you think you can" he uttered with a grin.
Sarah watched as Michael resumed stroking himself, the sound of his hand slapping against his wet cock filling the room. She couldn't believe what was happening, but she couldn't deny that she was enjoying it. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter with each passing moment, and she couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to feel him inside of her.
She watched as Michael's movements grew faster and faster, his breathing becoming more labored as he approached his climax.
Sarah's nipples could cut glass, her clit thrummed seeming to echo throughout her body, begging for release.
She was so turned on that she could barely think straight, her mind a whirlwind of dirty thoughts and wicked desires.
She watched as Michael's abs flexed with each movement of his hands, his cock shining and glistening with the lubricant that she had given him.
She squeezed her thighs together tightly, squirming in her seat as she tried to alleviate the ache that had built up between her legs.
Her arms shook violently as they clasped the edge of the chair, pushing hard enough to leave white marks on the dark upholstery. Her jaw clenched, and her nails dug deep into the leather.
She couldn't look away from him as he stroked himself, each stroke drawing a feral moan from his lips.
Mike's eyes burned with desire, and his body was slick with sweat. His chest heaved as he worked himself harder and faster, his large arms glistening with sweat, hands slick with lube.
Sarah could hardly breathe, her chest expanding and contracting rapidly, struggling against the tight constraints of her scrubs.
Her nipples were like stones, pointed and hard, and she could feel every morsel of her desire radiating off her in waves.
The tension was so thick in the air that it felt as if it was physically cutting through her, making it nearly impossible for her to take another breath.
Sarah has achieved a new level of arousal, each nerve ending seared in pain and pleasure, drenched in her own perspiration.
Sarah has been pushed far enough, her primitive instincts bubbling to the surface, fighting against every morality that she had ever known.
Sarah was fighting a losing battle against her animalistic desire, unable to restrain herself any longer she ordered, "cum right fucking in now," her voice strong and full of raw power.
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Michael's movements became erratic and frenzied, his hand a blur as it flew up and down his cock.
Sarah watched in awe as his orgasm ripped through his body, muscles tensing and relaxing, his cock jerking as he spurted out ropes of cum.
The first spurt landed on his collarbone, viscous and white in the dim light of the hospital room. The next five ropes painted his chest, from his shoulders to his upper abs, with the evidence of his lust. The final six spurts shot into the air, hanging there for a moment before succumbing to the force of gravity and landing on Michael's abs, where the glistening substance mixed with the sweat that dripped from his straining muscles.
Mike looked like Jackson Pollock 's masterpiece brought to reality. Sarah couldn't help but stare at the massive pools of creamy fluid that covered his chest, stomach and shoulders.
Sarah's body screamed for release, screaming to feel his hot cum coating her naked skin and saturate her aching pussy.
But she couldn't form a coherent thought, couldn't process her actions, let alone speak the words to make her fantasy a reality.
Instead, she watched in awe, as Michael's orgasm ripped through his body, his muscles tensing and relaxing in waves.
Spurt after spurt covered his chest, his abs and his shoulders, leaving him a sticky, wet mess.
She couldn't believe what she had just witnessed, her mind ordered one singular demand: orgasm now.
Sarah's entire body shook, her fingers ached as they clung tightly to the armrests of her chair. Her pussy throbbed with ecstasy, she was beyond control.
She had never felt such a strong desire for release, never been soaked with such an overwhelming need to cum.
She squeezed her thighs together again, desperate to alleviate the pressure building within her. But it did nothing to quell the desire that had taken over every thought and feeling in her body.
Sarah had never been so aroused in her entire life, and she knew that she needed to relieve the pressure that had built up between her legs.
She stood up, her legs shaking as she moved towards the bathroom. Sarah glanced back at Michael, who lay there, still recovering from his orgasm.
He looked absolutely stunning, sweat dripping from his forehead, and the remnants of his climax covering his chest.
Mike asked between deep breaths, "where are you going?"
Sarah didn't even hear the question, she was too preoccupied with her own need for release. She closed the door with a soft click, and then locked it behind her. She turned to the mirror, her breathing coming in ragged gasps, she reached up and pulled her hair free of the tight bun she had worn all day. Her honey-colored locks cascaded down her shoulders, and Sarah wrapped them around her hands, using them as leverage as she moved against the cool porcelain of the countertop.
She stared into her own reflection, her hazel eyes full of lust and desire.
Her lust filled mind offered one instruction to her body, "orgasm for me right god-damned now."
Whatever 'rational' part of her brain that still existed offered a workaround: her orders said she couldn't fuck Michael, it didn't say she couldn't touch herself in his bathroom.
Sarah frantically undressed herself, getting rid of as much fabric between her naked body and the open air as possible. Her scrubs landed onto the bathroom floor, making thin crumply sounds as they formed an unappealing pile.
Sarah stared back at herself, her pussy was fully exposed, its lips pink and swollen with need. Sarah's nipples were rock-hard, Her hips were tilted forward, her curves fully illuminated by the bathroom light.
She ran both hands up her sides, feeling goosebumps rise on her arms as she brushed her nipples. Her fingers pinched and pulled the tight nubs of pleasure. Her back arched as she did this, causing her breasts to spill forward in the mirror.
Sarah needed release, and soon.
She slipped her thumbs underneath the waistband of her panties, sliding them down her hips, and kicked them away. With a sigh, she stepped out of them, reveling in the freedom of nakedness.
Sarah reached behind herself, unsnapping the clip holding her bra in place, catching a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror. Her full breasts swayed, her nipples were hard points against the cool bathroom tile.
She raised her arms above her head, pulling at the straps of her bra.
The combination of cool air on her freed nipples and clit would give her her first orgasm of the night. This orgasm only made her pussy pucker even harder and her juices to flow freely down her legs.
Sarah's desire surged, taking control over her thoughts. She spread her legs wider, opening herself up even more.
She looked down at her exposed pussy and couldn't help but touch it, she ran her index finger slowly over her clit, and her body immediately shuddered. She was so fucking wet, she drug her finger dangerously close to her vagina.
She moaned at the thought of the tantalizing sensation , she began to circle her clit slowly, her hips swaying gracefully, the movement causing the sensitive flesh to part slightly.
The mere touch of one finger to her clit sent searing waves of pleasure pulsing through her body, she bit down on her bottom lip to keep from crying out in pleasure. She then started to move her finger in slow circles around her clit, teasing it, building her pleasure slowly. She could feel her body responding to the firm pressure of her fingers, her hips bucking gently as she thrust against them. She closed her eyes, lost in the sensation, the only thing she could think about was how good it felt, how much she wanted more.
Her second orgasm ripped through her like a storm, her body convulsing and shuddering, her moans echoing through the quiet bathroom.
She leaned forward, bracing herself against the countertop as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Each wave brought a new wave of wetness, her juices pouring down the inside of her thighs as she quivered and pulsed.
She cried out in raw pleasure, whipping her head back to bury her mouth in her shoulder as the orgasm washed over her. Her muscles tensed, her body shuddered, and her vision blurred as pure pleasure consumed her.
A third and fourth orgasm quickly followed, the waves of pleasure building on top of each other, creating an unbearable crescendo within her. She thrust her hips against the countertop, arching her back as the intense ecstasy rocked her body.
"Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," Sarah chanted, her voice hoarse with pleasure as her orgasms crashed through her.
It felt like a freight train, rushing through every vein and artery in her body, electrifying all of her senses at once.
Her shoulders were pressed flat against the cool tile and her hips rolled back and forth in quick succession, instinctively seeking out more pressure against her clit.
Her pussy pulsed and clenched with every wave, her breasts bouncing with the force of the movements.
She needed more, demanded more, and she wouldn't settle for less.
She bit down on her lower lip, trying to stifle a cry as another powerful wave of orgasm washed over her. The intensity was bordering on pain, but she welcomed it, reveled in the feeling of being consumed by overwhelming pleasure.
The orgasm racked her body, her limbs shook and shivered as she rode the crest of the wave.
She reached down with her free hand and cupped one breast, squeezing it roughly, her nails digging into her flesh as she pleasured herself.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she murmured all too loudly, her voice hoarse with desire. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the wall, crying out as another orgasm tore through her body.
This one seemed to last longer than the others, her whole body shaking and quaking as waves of pleasure rolled over her.
But still, Sarah couldn't get enough. Sarah inserted her finger on the hunt for her G-spot, sliding it in and out of her slick pussy with ease, hitting every sensitive nerve ending in the process. Sarah couldn't help but curse out loud as her orgasm hit her once again.
"Goddammit, fuck!" Sarah cried out into the empty room. She knew she should probably be quieter, but who was going to hear her? Certainly not Mike, who was still recovering from his orgasm in the next room.
Sarah's orgasm hit her again and again, each wave more intense than the last.
Eventually, she found the sacred spot within her and started to stroke it fiercely. She rubbed it fast, just the way she liked it.
Sarah couldn't help but feel like she was teetering on the edge of something dangerous, yet exciting.
Her body was on fire with need, and she was ready for more. She wanted to be fucked senseless, wanted to feel the weight of a man on top of her, wanted to be claimed by someone with an insatiable hunger for her sex.
The thoughts were filthy and raw, and they made her pussy clench in anticipation.
She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as she continued to touch herself, her fingers moving faster and faster over her clit. She could feel another orgasm building low in her belly, a deep, powerful wave of pleasure that threatened to consume her entirely.
This final orgasm would be the one to break her, she could feel it.
Sarah clenched her teeth as her pussy swelled and pulsed, gripping her fingers tightly with each waves of pleasure. Sarah let out a moan, a low, guttural sound that seemed to echo through the bathroom.
She was so close, so impossibly close.
She bit down on her lip, tasting blood as she rocketed towards ecstasy at breakneck speed.
Her hands clenched and unclenched as she fought to maintain her grip on the countertop. Her chest heaved as she gasped for air, her body wracked with shudders and sighs.
Sarah almost fell forward onto the counter, her feet tangled in the remnants of her discarded scrubs. But with a supreme effort, she managed to stay upright, her body quivering and whimpering as she succumbed to the searing pleasure that pulsed through her veins.
Finally, a supernova of ecstasy exploded behind her clenched eyes, every muscle in her body contracting in a powerful spasm of raw, unbridled pleasure.
Her mouth opened wide in a deafening scream as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed over her.
She dug her fingernails into the edge of the countertop, her knuckles turning white with the force of her grip.
Her toes curled and uncurled, her muscles straining as she rode the crest of her orgasm.
Every drop of lust had been wrung out of her, leaving her body spent, exhausted but ultimately fulfilled.
Her legs weakened, shaking beneath her, giving out altogether as she slumped forward.
It took a few moments for her to catch her breath and regain her strength as she slowly pulled herself upright.
She reached for her white shirt and pulled it on, the fabric sticking to her damp skin.
She glanced at herself in the mirror, her face was flushed, and her hair was a wild mess around her shoulders.
Sarah didn't care, she was too satisfied to care about anything else.
Then, she reached for her pants and pulled them on, her legs still shaking from the aftermath of her intense orgasm, glowing from the intense pleasure that still pulsed through her veins.
All that remained on the floor were her underwear and bra. The thought of having fabric continuously touch her sensitive and wet clit and sensitive nipples made her shiver. Sarah grabbed her bra and underwear and shoved them in her pocket.
Sarah stood like a newborn deer, her legs trembling with the aftermath of the most intense orgasm of her life.
She turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on her face, trying to calm the heat that still burned in her cheeks.
Sarah stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were wide and wild, and she looked like a woman possessed.
She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. Her body still shook with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
She cleaned herself up as best as she could in the hospital sink, her quivering hands struggling to handle the simple task.
She sighed and wiped the remaining perspiration from her forehead, still feeling the heat of her body's exertion.
She dried off with her fragrant hospital-issued towel and checked her reflection once more.
She pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail and adjusted her white uniform, making sure it was still neat and clean. She felt a little more composed now, but her heart still raced in an adrenaline fueled fervor.
To a casual observer, Sarah looked completely normal. But if someone looked more carefully, they would notice the slight flush on her cheeks, the way her body seemed to radiate with an almost ethereal glow, the complete lack of underwear wrinkles in her uniform.
It was the unmistakable marks of a woman who had just had a profound, shattering orgasm. And now, she was standing in front of the mirror, trying to pull herself together before stepping out of the hospital bathroom.
She stared at her reflection, her eyes fixating on the telltale signs that she had just had a shattering orgasm. She looked like a woman possessed, her eyes wide and wild, her cheeks flushed, and her hair in disarray.
Sarah knew she couldn't let anyone see her like this, not if she wanted to maintain her job. She took a deep breath and adjusted her uniform, making sure it was still neat and clean. She ran her fingers through her hair, trying to tame the wild curls that had escaped from her ponytail.
She could still feel the slickness of her pussy, the residual evidence of her orgasm still clinging to her fingers.
It was as good as it was going to get, Sarah thought as she adjusted the waistband of her pants.
Sarah walked out of the bathroom, her legs still shaking slightly, and made her way back to Michael.
Michael's eyes were closed, a deep throaty snore escaping his lips. Sarah shook her head, amused by his exhaustion, and admired the sight of him sprawled out on the hospital bed. His large, muscular frame lay open and vulnerable to her.
The pools of sweat and cum on his chest glistened in the dim light.
Sarah couldn't help but stare as she approached the bedside, admiring the sight of him in his post-orgasmic bliss.
Her body tightened, her pussy throbbing with raw desire once again.
She wanted nothing more than to climb into the bed with him, to wrap her body around his and to lose herself in the pleasure that they could bring each other.
She felt her face flush with heat as her fantasy raced through her head. She looked at the clock and mildly panicked at the time. Sarah had spent over two hours getting herself to the point of near climax — and back again.
Now, standing next to a cum covered Mike she only had fifteen minutes to clean every trace of cum off of the sleeping hunk of a man before her shift ended.
Sarah studied Mike's perfectly sculpted body. His broad shoulders, the muscular definition of his pecs and the way his washboard abs rippled under her touch. A flood of arousal coursed through her veins at the mere sight of him, rendering her completely speechless.
Sarah grabbed a wet wipe from the table nearby and carefully cleaned Mike's chest, removing every evidence of his previous orgasm.
Her hands trembled slightly as she reached out to wipe the remnants from his chest. She felt a surge of moisture pool between her legs as she gazed at the thick, white liquid that coated his muscular frame.
It was erotic, watching as she traced her fingers through the slickness, cleaning him up. She longed to taste him, just one small lick to know what he tasted like on her lips, but she knew better than to risk it.
As she worked, she couldn't help but feel a growing ache between her legs. It had been so long since she had felt a man inside her, filling her up completely, and leaving her panting and sweaty in their wake.
She thought about Mike and how it might feel to have him there, thrusting into her and making her moan with pleasure.
Sarah felt her heart race at the thought, and she squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to suppress the growing ache between her legs.
But she couldn't ignore it for long. She needed release. She needed to feel his cock deep inside of her, stretching her open and filling her up completely.
Sarah forced herself to turn away from Mike, focusing on the task at hand. She couldn't let herself become distracted by his muscular form or the growing ache between her legs.
But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake the thoughts of having him deep inside of her.
She balled up the wet wipe and tossed it in the trash can nearby while pulling another one out of the package.
Sarah couldn't help but imagine how the rest of his body would feel, how he would take control and dominate her in the heat of the moment.
Her nipples hardened at the mental image, painfully aching against the fabric of her top.
She reached out and tentatively touched the wet wipe to his cock, her breath hitching in her throat as she felt the heat emanating from it.
Sarah's whole body went rigid with need. Yet she only had five more minutes to clean every little bit of cum off of Mike before her shift ended and before anyone caught them.
It was a dangerous game, one that Sarah was playing with fire.
Sarah slowly peeled off the rest of Mike's hospital gown, revealing his taut, toned abs and muscular chest. Her fingers drifted over the defined lines of his athletic build before deftly grabbing another wet wipe and cleaning up any remaining cum from his belly button.
The anticipation caused Sarah's breath to hitch as Mike's cock twitched. But Mike still slumbered on.
Sarah let out a low growl and quickly ran the wet wipe over his shaft, cleaning the cum off of it as fast as she could.
Sarah couldn't help herself as she paused at the tip of his cock, the wet wipe hovering over his sensitive slit. Sarah's thoughts turned dirty and her pussy throbbed in a staccato rhythm to match her racing heartbeat and adrenaline.
With every drop of cum now off his body, Sarah pulled a new gown over Mike, freshly wrapping him up in clean linens.
She straightened up, glancing at the clock—she was going to make it.
Sarah stepped back and appraised her handiwork. Mike looked freshly scrubbed and clean, none the wiser to the recent erotic events that had unfolded.
Sarah glanced down at her own body, aware of the ache that still throbbed between her legs, the pulsating need that remained unsated. Her nipples were still hard and sensitive, their peaks visibly tenting the thin fabric of her top.
Sarah's thoughts ran rampant, a million different scenarios playing out in her head.
But all would be interrupted by a single knock on the door, breaking the silence that hung over them.
"Coming!" Sarah called out, recognizing the voice of her fellow nurse on the other side.
She quickly slipped back into her professional persona, donning her stethoscope and adjusting her scrubs.
Sarah took a deep breath and opened the door.
"Hey, there, Sarah." Charles said, "I guess I am here to relieve you for your shift."
His eyes slid over Sarah's form, taking in the flush on her cheeks, her swollen, wet lips, and the slight tremble in her hands as she clutched onto her clipboard.
She could feel her heart racing, her pussy still throbbing with the intense need for release.
Charles frowned, his brows drawing together in concern. "You okay? You look flustered."
Sarah took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down and act professional.
He looked at Michael, whose eyes were still closed and then at Sarah, who looked flushed and a little disheveled. Charles raised an eyebrow at her but didn't say anything else.
"Yeah, I am fine." Sarah replied, struggling to keep her voice steady. "He's been resting mostly all day,"
She pointed to Michael, who still hadn't stirred.
"Alright, I got it from here." Charles said, giving Sarah a knowing look.
Sarah felt her cheeks heat up even more. Sarah exited the room, closing the door behind her as she made her way to the staff lounge.
Sarah sat down heavily in one of the plush armchairs, still reeling from the intensity of her orgasm. She couldn't believe what she had just done, pleasuring herself in the hospital bathroom like a teenager.
Every female nurse on the floor followed her into the lounge.
"Sarah, you look like you just ran a marathon," Janet, the head nurse, said as she poured herself a cup of coffee.
"Yeah, I just had a really long shift," Sarah replied, avoiding eye contact with any of her colleagues.
"Looks like more than just a long shift if you ask me," Rachel whispered, winking at Sarah.
Sarah's cheeks flushed at the comment. But the eyes of the women around her were filled with curiosity, eager to hear more about her 'marathon' shift.
"Tell us, Sarah," Janet urged, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "What really happened?"
Sarah sat with her nipples harder than ever beneath her scrubs, silently contemplating whether to tell her fellow nurses the truth about what had just transpired in Mike's hospital room.
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