Summary: A bi-curious MILF doctor submits to a young seductive nurse.
Note 1: This is a 2012 Halloween Contest Story.
Note 2: Thanks to MAB7991 and LaRacasse for editing.
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Breanne's mid-life crisis hit in September, two weeks after her forty-first birthday, one month after her youngest, Addison, moved away to college. She had been single for a few years, her husband having cheated on her with his secretary (cliché, but fucking true).
Years of failed dates with single men who were single for a reason had her questioning if she would ever find love again. Then fate had her considering other options. A night out with friends, a drunken kiss with a much younger girl on the dance floor at the bar, stirred in her feelings she had never considered before.
The girl, whose name she never learned, complimented, shocking me, "You are hot."
Breanne stammered surprised, "W-w-what?"
Before Breanne could say more, she was kissed by the pretty younger girl. She stood frozen and paralyzed by the sudden kiss. After a brief moment, Breanne returned the kiss, with a sudden hunger, a sudden urgent passion. She melted into the younger girl and was disappointed when the kiss was broken and the younger girl sauntered away with a smile on her face. She stood there with a dazed look on her face while her colleagues teased her with jokes about switching sides and isn't she too young for you. Breanne feigned it was no big deal even as the young girl's strawberry lipstick lingered on her lips.
One kiss and Breanne began to wonder about her sexuality.
One kiss and Breanne began to crave more.
One kiss and Breanne began to notice women in a way she never had before. Oh sure she could tell when a woman was attractive, but that was it. Occasionally she was jealous and wished she had breasts that impressive or an ass that perfect, but mostly nothing more, nothing less.
One kiss and Breanne became curious.
One kiss and Breanne began noticing other young girls, especially the candy strippers and nurses at work.
One kiss and everything changed.
After a couple weeks of denial, where suddenly she noticed a woman's large breasts, long legs or firm ass, Breanne couldn't ignore her growing curiosity. She ended up online and reading advice columns about coming out, being bi-curious and so forth. The more she read the more she became confused by her growing feelings.
Breanne began watching online porn and reading lesbian erotica. Although she enjoyed all the stories she read, the ones that focused on younger seducing older really got her wet. She imagined herself being seduced by a young nurse or a patient's daughter. The more she read the more she also began to wonder if she was submissive. She had never considered herself as such, being a doctor was one of the most aggressive, but always in control type of jobs anyone could have and she was very good at her job.
Yet, as she reflected back on all her relationships, she recognized a pattern. She liked men who took control; she liked men who knew what they wanted; she liked men who demanded things from her in the bedroom; she liked men who made her their fuck-toy. Yet, once sex was done she felt ashamed and promised herself she would not allow herself to sink to such submissive extremes again.
Also, in retrospect, Breanne had changed herself many times for men. She had worn her hair the way her men liked; she tried to enjoy the insipid sports her men enjoyed. Lastly, she started wearing stockings for one of her ex's back in college because that was his fetish and she continued wearing them to impress other men ever since. Wearing silk stockings made her feel sexy and she still wore them almost every day, even under her scrubs at work.
Breanne couldn't quite get the idea of submission out of her head. She obviously had been submissive with her men and had always been one who liked to make people happy.
One kiss had changed everything for Breanne and made her reconsidered everything. The more lesbian stories she read the more and more curious she became. She began to notice women's breasts, stared at women's asses and noticed women's legs in nylons, especially while at work.
So after a month of fantasy, a month of questioning her sexuality and a month of being distracted, it all came to a climatic clash during Halloween.
On the October 30th, a fairly new young nurse, who had worked the same shift as Breanne only twice, was on again. Ever since Breanne met her, she felt the urge to kiss her, something about her drew Breanne to her. Breanne cursed the sexual Gods who were probably amused at the temptation they had placed before her.
The young nurse was named Zandi, with a 'Z' she told her when they first met, as Zandi brushed her long red hair out of her model-like face. Her green eyes would make any man melt and Breanne's legs actually gave out a bit when they first touched, a simple shaking of their hands. Unlike almost all nurses who wore practical white sneakers or flats, Zandi wore three inch heels. When they first met Breanne's first thought was to look at her feet and wonder what color the young nurses' toenails were. Breanne was clearly becoming more and more obsessed with the thought of submission to a younger woman, as she couldn't even remember the last time her fantasies included a man and she was having frequent naughty fantasies at work.
All day when Zandi was in Breanne's peripheral vision, she was distracted by her. Usually at work she was always in control, yet on this day she stammered when talking and couldn't focus. Her pussy was dripping wet and right before lunch, she was working the 6am-2pm shift, she did something she had never done before, she masturbated at work. Her orgasm was intense as she imagined the young red haired nurse taking her to this very bathroom and making her submit to the young hot nurse. The thought of being on her knees, in the bathroom, to a younger woman who was technically there to assist her made it more humiliating and thus the orgasm more intense.
Once Breanne recovered from her orgasm, she shook her head at her weakness and reprimanded herself, 'Get a hold of yourself.'
The rest of the shift was better for Breanne, although the wetness in her panties was uncomfortable and a constant reminder of what she had done.
Just as Breanne's shift was ending, she saw Zandi again leaning on a desk, her foot slipping in and out of her heel. Breanne watched the young redhead beauty's foot like it was a hypnotist's watch. Breanne caught quick glances of Zandi's purple toenails and imagined herself kneeling at them. Her pussy tingling again, she was brought back to reality by a colleague.
"You are still dressing up as a nurse tomorrow?" Breanne's colleague asked.
Distracted, but turning to look at Dr. Wilkes, Breanne babbled, "Um, y-y-yeah." All the doctors on the morning shift of Halloween had agreed it would be ironic to all dress as nurses, although potentially confusing patients and visitors.
"You ok? You seem distracted," the early thirties brunette doctor observed.
Breanne recovered quickly. "What? No, just tired I guess, I didn't sleep well last night." This was very true as she woke up a few times in a sweat from consistent naughty dreams of lesbian submission.
