[MrsSinatraV]

Hello everyone. As you probably know I am new to this site. My husband has been a member for a while. I decided to share one of his favorite stories with you, hoping that some of you will enjoy it as well.

I work as a nurse on a long term care unit. This means that almost all of our patients stay with us a minimum of three weeks. Some of them are critically ill. Some, you could never tell were sick by looking at them. This story pertains to a patient that was diagnosed with a heart infection. He happened to be on his last week of antibiotic therapy and well on his way to being discharged. I was filling in for the charge nurse (on vacation); and his primary nurse had reported to me that three staples remained in his neck from an IV and she was uncomfortable removing them. I decided to skip the usual mundane tasks that begin the shift and remove the staples. It was a change of pace. And seemed like a simple task.

Please note that I am 31 years old. I am very seldom in charge of the hospital. I also believe that I am a very sexual person, and my high sex drive is marked during ovulation. On this very evening I happened to be right in the middle of my cycle and my body was glowing with evidence. Bright clear skin, full dark lips, and a pussy that throbbed at the slightest invitation.

I entered the room and introduced myself. I briefly explained that I would be removing his staples and that the procedure would be quick and painless. He introduced himself and I noticed his appearance. He was an older gentleman most likely in his late 60s. While his face concealed no signs of aging, it was obvious that he was once a very attractive man. He was friendly and receptive. I remember thinking that he was charming.

I began my work as gently as possible. but the staples were difficult to remove. He had traded the usual hospital gown for pajama pants and a Tshirt. I suggested that he remove his shirt for convenience. He was forced to extend his right arm behind me as I worked and I could tell that it was painful. Not only the position he had to assume, but the procedure itself. I apologized repeatedly as a dug the first piece out of his skin. He assured me he was fine and told me to continue. I then raised his bed to hip level, explaining to him that it was easier on my back that way. As I carefully pulled at the second metal clip, he rested his arm on my lower back, almost wrapping it around my waist. I may have jumped a little at first but quickly realized that was more comfortable for both of us. I apologized almost continuously as I finished the task. He assured me over and over again that he was fine and that I was only doing my job. He was glad to have the staples out he said. Was my back alright? he asked. I giggled and told him my back was good. No trouble at all. He winked at me and said "Maybe I can repay you by massaging your back?". "Oh, no thanks. I promise I am fne", I said as he began to rub the lowest part of my back.

As soon as he began I wanted to step back. He was probably an old pervert trying to get away with anything he could. But for some unknown reason I stayed exactly where I was and allowed him to continue while I offered him pain medication and ice cream. He agreed to the ice cream and winked once more. His hand moved down to my ass before I knew what had happened. He let his hand slide back and forth over my butt and then down to the very top of my thigh and up again. My pussy immediately responded by pulsating and I could feel the wetness between my thighs. My mouth opened and I gasped slightly. I felt very confused. I was a professional, and he was an old man. Yet I was experiencing the same reaction I had hundreds of times during erotic foreplay with my husband or other men. What was wrong with me? Part of me wanted to shout at him and exit the room as quickly as possible. But the other Part... Oh! The other part of me wished he would move his hand down between my legs and fondle my pussy through my uniform bottoms. I wanted him to rub my swollen clit until I couldn't take it. I exhaled loudly and snapped back to reality. I excused myself with a smile, promising to return with frozen desserts.

On my way to the freezer, I couldn't help but notice how aroused I was. My nipples erect, my Pussy soaked at this point. "God, I NEED to be fucked", I told myself. I instructed the aide to deliver the ice cream. I was afraid of what I would do if I went back in there. I texted my husband as soon as possible to tell him what had happened, hoping to hear some rational explanation for my mixed feelings.

I still get hot thinking about this story. I hope it was worth reading.