Kira woke up feeling confused, disorientated and frankly, a little bit sore. She had fallen asleep at the nurses' station in between the pages of her favorite biology book. The day staff had finally arrived and it was time for her to be heading back home.
She packed up her bag, which felt like it weighed a ton, and headed out the ward and down the stairs.
"Was it all a dream?" she whispered to herself. Maybe she was hallucinating from all the caffeine she had ingested recently. But she was sore. She felt like she had just done a heavy work out after sitting on the couch for a good few months. This couldn't have been all in her mind could it? She remembered his hands on her, his lips, his eyes...
She got to the bottom of the stairs and before she knew it she knew it she had crashed head-on into someone. Her bag went flying one way and the contents, the other. Before she looked up she was already apologizing and gathering her belongings. But when she did look up, she was looking into those eyes... those crystal blue eyes that felt like they could stare straight into her soul. The next thing that she noticed was his smell. God, he always smells so good. She froze.
No words came out of her mouth and her limbs felt heavy. She wasn't even breathing. Kira was a deer caught in the headlights.
"Good morning, Nurse Kira." he said with his polite, usual smile.
All she could do was exhale and give a minute, fake smile.
"I trust you had a pleasant night. Go home and get some rest, you look like hell!" he mocked and handed her the rest of her belongings.
"Thanks, Dr. I will." She replied and hurried her way out of the hospital.
It was not unusual for him to tease her like this and frankly she was used to it. When she was in the right mood she would even tease him back. But why was he acting so... normal? Was he not there last night? Did she only imagine him fucking her in that storeroom? After much thought, she decided she was obviously just a lunatic and in desperate need of some tea and a shower.
She got home, threw her clothes in the wash and turned on the shower. She was looking at her naked body in the mirror. Her nipples were still slightly swollen, her lips full, her cheeks flushed, her eyes greener and brighter than usual. She ran her hand down her body to her clit, which was still sensitive, and touched the opening of her pussy.
She gasped as it was also sensitive and slightly painful to the touch. But she looked as different as she felt.
She climbed into the shower and let the warm water run down her back, her breasts and her taught stomach. Her hands followed suit and she found herself rubbing her clit now.
She started to picture him, Dr. Hartley, naked and touching her in the way she was touching herself. She started to moan as her fingers started to circle quicker around her clit, making her pussy drip with pure pleasure. Her other hand moved up and started toying with her nipple which was now rock hard and aching to be touched. She imagined his skilled tongue sucking and licking her nipple in the way she was sure it had.
The fingers on her clit were now rubbing furiously as she could feel her orgasm approaching.
She imagined him sucking on her clit and slamming his fingers torturously in and out of her needy pussy.
She started to pant and scream in ecstasy. She was biting her bottom lip and writhing in pleasure and could feel every part of her body throbbing and aching, almost begging to be touched by him.
She imagined his giant cock teasing and pleasuring her pussy walls, making her explode around him.
She imagined, no, remembered him coaxing her to come.
"Come for me, baby!" she could hear his voice inside her head.
She exploded into an earth-shattering orgasm and screamed his name out loud. Her pussy was quivering and her knees went weak. She thrust her back against the shower wall to keep herself from collapsing onto the floor.
Finally, when her orgasm had subsided, she washed herself and went to sleep. Would he be there again tonight?
She woke up groggy and still tired. Her alarm had been going off for about 4 minutes before it had actually woken her. This whole nocturnal thing wasn't agreeing with her. Lazily, she got herself dressed and tied her hair in a neat pony. She looked at herself in the mirror... "Sexy nurses' outfit hey?" she said out loud with a sardonic smirk on her face. "Ok, that works."
She got to the hospital at 18h10, said goodbye to the day-staff, checked on her patients and unpacked her books at the nurses' station. She needed to study. No more distractions, Kira. She thought.
This was, after all, the whole reason she had agreed to this night shift was so that she could study. NOT fantasize about her asshole boss. Yea, he was gorgeous and definitely desirable but he was still an asshole.
For the next 5 hours, Kira tried to focus on her studies but kept having kinky, erotic daydreams. Some were about him, some weren't. Either way, a wet spot had started to form in her panties. Other than that, every time someone had come into the ward, she had a rush of adrenaline, got all flustered and hoped it wasn't Dr. Hartley but then found herself experiencing a pang of disappointment when it wasn't actually him.
She unintentionally dozed off and at around 04h30, she felt someone tapping her on her shoulder.
She opened her eyes with a jolt and realized she had drool running down her chin. Argh, how embarrassing. She quickly wiped it off with the back of her hand.
She was disorientated and was still half asleep when she turned around and saw who it was that woke her from her not-so-graceful snooze. It was Dr. Hartley.
Fuck... ok, Kira, Just play it cool.
"Good morning, Nurse Kira. Sorry to have woken you but I just thought I should check up on Mr. Smith's vitals. He wasn't doing so great yesterday."
Jesus, she thought, why is he acting so professional?
"Um, he is stable now, Dr. We increased his meds and have him on a double dose of Morphine so he is doing much better." Her voice came out a little softer than she had intended.
