There is this period of time in between the last time you had something, and the moment when you no longer feel the insane pull of need for that certain something. During that in between time, one becomes absolutely insane with want and need. Of course I'm talking about sex. We have all had our dry spells, and there always comes that moment when you finally just give up, and while the want is still there, it isn't driving you as insane as it was before. It's like your body has finally detoxed, and you finally get some of yourself back. For me, it takes about a good month. This is a story about week three.
Week three has to be my most insane, primal, animalistic want of fuckage during my detox. I masturbate before bed. I masturbate when I wake up. I masturbate on my lunch break. Lucky for me I am female so I am not walking around with a raging boner every hour of the day. But literally anything can set me off. I see something penis shaped, and I want to fuck it. I see a woman's cleavage, not even good cleavage, and it's hard to take my eyes off of it. It's like I am a fourteen year old boy trapped in a thirty-three year old woman's body.
And you want to know what really puts the icing on the cake? I'm a nurse, and so I am constantly having to be witness to exposed flesh. It may not be the nicest flesh, but at this stage of my detox, I don't care. Skin is skin, and I want it on me, in me, around me...you get the picture. You have a weird bug bite where? You think you pulled something while playing basketball with the boys and you have to take your shirt off for the doctor to examine you? You have a bad cold so I need to give you a shot of antibiotics in your lovely ass? Its hell, I tell you! HELL!
Every dry spell is the worst one yet, and this one was no different. I usually work in a doctor's private office, but the hospital we were affiliated with had asked for some volunteers to the work late shift at the ER. I thought his would be the perfect opportunity to not be surrounded by people constantly, and also to make some extra money. I had to admit that my plan was working out perfectly. It looked like it was a dry spell for the ER as well, and I was being tortured by my thoughts only.
During my rounds on the first night I found the entrance to the abandoned wing. You know, that creepy abandoned wing all old hospitals have that has some kind of creepy story attached to it. Of course my first thought was "What a great place to fuck!" Since that wasn't an option at the moment, my next thought was how I was sure it would be a much more comfortable place than my car or the women's restroom for some break time finger fuckage.
I spent the next two nights scoping the place out. I wanted to make sure I wouldn't be disturbed because despite my need, I also needed my job, and getting caught in such a situation would not be good for my career. It seemed to me that the coast was clear, and as the clock ticked closer and closer to my break time, I felt my body tingle in anticipation. I had the room at the end of the hall all picked out. I had a stash of bedclothes in the room right outside of the abandoned hall's entrance. The nurse that relieved me was right on time, and I practically ran to my destination.
I made my way quietly through the doors, and started walking to my chosen room. The hall wasn't as creepy as everyone made it out to be, and was dimly lit enough to where I didn't need a flashlight. As I got closer to my room, I started to hear voices. I stopped dead in my tracks, feeling the hairs on the back of my neck stand as all the stories I had heard the past few days flooded my memory.
But these voices weren't creepy, though. Matter of fact, they sounded a bit...sultry? I moved closer to the room I had picked out, and I could make the voices out clearer. "Thank you so much, doctor, for seeing me like this," said a woman's voice. "How can I ever repay you?" I stopped dead in my tracks. That didn't sound sincere at all. In fact, it sounded like something from a bad porno. I inched closer.
"No worries, Madeline. What seems to be the problem?" said another woman's voice, this one more authoritative. I moved close enough to where I could see through the space between the door and the wall, the old doors leaving a large space between the two. There was a red haired woman sitting on the hospital bed (my hospital bed!) in a hospital gown, her hands folded in her lap as she looked up longingly at a woman in a white doctor's coat. The doctor had dark hair, and it was pulled back in a neat bun.
"Well, since Larry died, I haven't been able to have...well...my woman's exam." Madeline looked down at the floor and then back into the doctor's eyes, pleadingly. The doctor turned away and pulled up a roll up cart with all of supplies laid out neatly.
"Not a problem. Go ahead and lie back and put your feet in the stirrups," she instructed. I knew this wasn't legit. If the doctor didn't know what the problem was, why did she already have all of her supplies ready? And then it hit me: they were using my room for the exact same thing I was going to use it for. Well, maybe not exact. I mean, I was by myself. I also wasn't living out a doctor/patient fantasy. A female on female doctor/patient fantasy. Holy shit. This was going to be hot.
I inched forward as much as I could so that my body was leaning against the wall and prepared to take it all in. Madeline had laid down and was inching her gown up her thighs as she placed her heals into the stirrups. She was a natural red head, her fire red pubic hair glowing in the light of the small lamp they had hooked up in the room. As the doctor rolled towards her in a rolling stool, she spread her milky white legs, and I had to hold in my gasp at the sight of her.
"You may feel some pressure," the doctor said as she placed a hand on Madeline's inner thigh with one hand, inserting the speculum with her other. She had no gloves on, I noticed. Madeline let out a small gasp, and I felt a twitch in my nethers. "I'm sorry, Madeline. I seem to have gone in at the wrong angle." The wrong angle? I mean there is only one way...oh. I shut my brain off. The doctor then pulled the speculum out slowly, and then pushed it back in, just as slow.
