Miss Jones went to work on her regular midnight shift. She hadn't slept well during the day because of what had happened between her and Mr. Colby the night before, and she couldn't get him off her mind.
During report she was praised for the way she had worked with Mr. Colby the previous night. No one else had been able to calm his anxiety about being in the hospital.
"I don't know how you managed it", said the afternoon Head Nurse who was giving report. The morning report said he was as docile as he could be, thanks to your TLC. The day shift couldn't get over the change in him. He actually joked around with the nurses.
The afternoon shift said that he started to become anxious again about 8PM and he hoped you would be his nurse again tonight, so I'm giving him to you. His surgery is scheduled in the morning at 9 AM."
"Thank you," she replied, "It will be my pleasure."
After report she checked in on her patients, did an assessment on each, and passed her meds, saving him for last. When she reached his room at the end of the hallway, the door was closed, as it had been the night before
'I wonder why he keeps his door closed?' she thought. Using hospital protocol, she knocked and waited for him to answer before entering the room.
"Come in," he said.
She opened the door and greeted him, "Hello Mr. Colby."
He was standing in front of the window looking out at the lighted parking lot and turned around to see who was coming into his room.
"Hello Miss Jones. Are you my nurse tonight? I requested you."
"Yes, Mr. Colby, I'm your nurse tonight."
He was wearing hospital pajama bottoms, bare chested and much taller then he had looked in bed lying down the night before. She liked what she saw. A broad chest, muscled arms that had held her tight in the wee hours of the morning and a six pack stomach that tapered to narrow hips. When her perusal of him ended at his face, he was grinning.
"Mr. Colby, will you please lay on your bed? I want to give you a quick physical ."
"Why certainly, Miss Jones." He gently brushed her shoulder as he walked past her. Stretching his long body on the bed, he clasped his hands together, and put them behind his head like a pillow, then smiled at her and said, "Where would you like to begin?"
"I want to know how you're feeling."
"I feel just fine Miss Jones. Don't you remember how good I feel?" He looked her up and down and when his eyes met hers, she was grinning.
She didn't reply. Taking her stethoscope from around her neck, she held the diaphragm to his chest to listen to his heart, at the same time taking his respirations. When she put her hand on his upper thigh, his heart rate increased and so did his respirations. Her face was close to his chest and her hair brushed under his chin as she listened to his heart. He moved his head enough to inhale the fragrance of her hair and his cock twitched.
She moved the stethoscope to his abdomen and listed for rumblings. Her hand was very close to his pubic hair as she moved the stethoscope around. Satisfied that all was as it should be, she asked him to sit up so she could listen to breath sounds. Placing the diaphragm on his back she asked him to take deep breaths in and out through his mouth, at the same time placing her hand on his muscular bicep to steady herself.
'What magnificent arms,' she thought, 'so hard and strong and they felt so good last night when he used them to pull me close to him.'
His respiration's increased and she smiled to herself. When finished she put the stethoscope back around her neck and wrote her findings on her work sheet.
"How am I, Miss Jones?"
"Everything seems to check out, Mr. Colby."
Surprising her he reached out, took her into his arms and crushed her breasts to his chest, then kissed her. A smoldering kiss! He took her hand in his and placed it on his cock, as they continued kissing. She squeezed it gently and he moaned. He lay back on his bed pulling her with him, then broke the kiss.
Looking into her eyes that were an inch from his, he felt her warm breath on his lips as he whispered, "Is there anything else you would like to examine Miss Jones?"
She could feel herself weakening, but resolved to be strong. Lowering her eyes she used both hands on his chest to gently push herself away. Straightening her uniform, and smoothing her hair, she stood up.
"Mr. Colby, last night you were very anxious about being in the hospital and being the conscientious nurse I am, I wanted to relieve your tension. You seem perfectly fine now and a repeat of last night cannot happen."
That's what she said, but what she was thinking was a different story. She recalled how hot she was for him the night before, how good he felt next to her bare skin and how wonderful his big cock felt inside her. She felt herself growing wet. Oh yes, she wanted a repeat performance, but knew she would be taking a big chance.
Last night had been a quiet night, so she could spend time with him without raising suspicion from the other nurses. The Head Nurse had instructed her to give him TLC, and she did. They marveled at how she was able to calm the most anxious of patients, but she never told them her secret.
He watched her and could see the wheels turning in her beautiful head and wondered what she was thinking. Sensing that she wanted him, he wasn't about to give up. 'A hot number like Miss Jones can never get enough', he thought to himself , ' and I'm just the man to give her what she needs
"You are aware that your elective surgery is scheduled for tomorrow morning at 9 AM aren't you, Mr. Colby?"
"Yes, Miss Jones I am aware of it, and even though I don't look it, I am anxious about it. Who wouldn't be?"
"Of course you're apprehensive Mr. Colby. I understand. You will need to shower tonight, just in case you're taken to surgery earlier then scheduled. If you'll follow me into your bathroom I'll show you how to operate the shower. It's a bit temperamental in this room."
Climbing out of bed he followed her across the room to the bathroom, watching her hips undulate underneath her form fitting white slacks, remembering how those same hips undulated underneath him the night before. Once again his cock twitched.
Miss Jones reached into the shower and tried to turn on the water but the handle wouldn't budge.
"Maintenance was supposed to fix this faucet. I'll have to call them again."
"Allow me Miss Jones."
He stepped close to her with his upper body bent forward leaning against her back, bending her forward. Supporting himself with his left hand on the wall, he reached around her with his right arm, bending her slightly forward so he could reach the water fixture. Right where I want her,' he thought.
She could feel his cock against her bottom as he struggled with the fixture. 'He has me trapped here,' she thought. 'Well, two can play this game.' Observing the plug in the bathtub, she bent forward to remove it, pressing her bottom more firmly into his growing cock. Standing up slightly, making sure she didn't lose contact with his hot body, she accidentally dropped the plug.
"Oh dear, how clumsy of me," she said, as she once again bent forward to pick it up, this time rubbing her bottom slightly back and forth against his cock.
While still struggling with the fixture, he thought, 'Clumsy my ass, I have a plug for her!'
Suddenly the fixture turned and cold water poured out the faucet, soaking both of them.
Sucking in their breath from the shock they quickly stood up, water pouring off their soaked hair, down their face, the upper half of their bodies drenched.
Wiping the water off his face and chest he said, "Miss Jones, I'm so sorry. All of a sudden the fixture gave way."
"Mr. Colby, I told you it was temperamental!."
While wringing the water out of her hair, she looked at him, and he at her at the same time, and they burst out laughing, laughing so hard they could barely breathe.
Bending over with laughter, she reached out to him for balance and he gathered her into his arms. Her nipples, hard from the cold water, pressed into his chest and he realized that she was not wearing a bra. He stopped laughing. Bending his head he began lightly kissing the side of her neck from ear to collar bone and back.
She stopped laughing. Ripples of pleasure coursed through her body as she turned her head first one way then the other giving him access to both sides. It was the neck kissing again, the one thing she could not resist. Moaning slightly, eyes closed, still turning her head from side to side and feeling her knees weaken, she whispered.
"Mr. Colby, we can't do this."
Softly placing butterfly kisses on her neck under her chin and working his way down to the crest of her breasts, he replied, "We can't do what, Miss Jones?"
"What we're doing," she sighed.
He placed his hands on either side of her face and looking into her eyes said, "Can we do this?"
He kissed her with such tenderness she thought she might faint. Blood drained from her head and wetness gathered between her legs.
He broke the kiss and looked at her beautiful upturned face. Her eyes were closed and her face said....more! Gathering her into his arms, he pulled her close to himself, pressing her wet breasts to his chest and kissed her with such passion that it took her breath away and his.
They parted, both out of breath. She leaned against the wall for support, his body inches from hers. She averted his eyes and looked to the floor, hoping to clear her mind. She saw his pajama bottoms fall to the floor and watched as he stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Slowly her eyes drifted up taking in all of his substantial masculinity.
