"Do you need help with that?" I say, reaching with my hand to touch the bulge in John's scrub pants. His dick stiffens even more; it feels hot and rock-hard under the thin fabric.
I undo the ties and release the hard rod, rubbing the tip with my thumb, then stroking him slowly. He grabs the back of my neck and kisses me hard, the other hand fumbling with the zip of my jeans, releasing it and sliding his fingers to find my slit. The feeling of hot wetness makes him moan in my mouth, and he uses both hands to pull my pants down.
"Good morning, Jane. How are you today?"
The deep voice snaps me out of my daydream. The object of my desire stands in front of me, making me want to bring my fantasy to life.
Spending the days at the hospital as my father recovers can get pretty dull. Luckily I have found something to keep my thoughts occupied. John, the nurse in charge, is a sweet, hot guy with a Nigerian-lover air about him that is driving me crazy.
Every time he says hello, my panties get soaked. Lately, it's been worse because I think he is trying to find time alone with me. Every day I'm left by myself in the room while they take my dad to do his physical therapy. And like clockwork John shows up, pretending to organize things around while making friendly chat. Yesterday I made sure to slip that I'm single and bored, and his interest seems to be growing. But today, I'm out of patience. I want him to fuck me. Right now.
"Good morning, nurse John. I'm fine, thanks."
"Just trying to find something to pass the time while I'm alone here," I say, leaning forward in my seat, discreetly loosening a button on my blouse. It works. The button opens, and my lace bra peeks out.
"Anything I can do to help?" he asks, eyes glued to my chest. I think the outline of my nipples are visible.
"You can come closer, keep me company." I say, inviting him.
In a swift move, he closes the privacy curtain and steps to stand in front of me. The bulge I dreamed of is pointing at me. I reach to touch it with my fingers.
"This is nice," I say, looking up while my fingers caress the contour of the enticing hardness. I move them down to tease his balls over the pants, then back up to the tip. Wetness seeps through the fabric: his dick is oozing precum. He reaches with his fingers to brush the tempting breasts that are barely covered by my bra.
"These are very nice" he responds.
I smile, glad that I thought of wearing a bra with a front clasp. I pop it open, and my tits bounce free. John grasps and massages them, teasing the nipples with his fingertips and giving them soft pulls.
I quickly undo the tie of his pants and pull down.
The dick that snaps out is magnificent, engorged, and pulsing with desire.
I open wide and take as much as I can in my mouth. John has to make an effort not to scream in pleasure. My head bobs up and down, one hand playing with his balls.
My wet core soaks thoroughly when he grabs my hair and pushes himself all the way to my throat. I hold it until it makes me gag, and when I push him off to catch my breath, he cups my face.