Heather flung the bathroom door open with a bang and stalked into the bedroom, where Chris lay miserably in bed. Standing at the foot, her arms folded across her chest, she growled, "I hear there's a recalcitrant patient here. One who needs extra attention."
Chris' eyes jerked open, and he stared at her, stunned. As well he might, thought Heather. She knew she looked hot; the tight white nurse's uniform clung tightly to her breasts, emphasizing their full and generous curves. The front zipper was low, very low, and there was an expanse of her satiny golden skin on display, as well as the upper swell of her breasts.
Adjusting the stethoscope from around her neck, Heather put one knee up on the bed and leaned across to feel her patient's forehead. "Hmmmm. I think you have a slight temperature," she said gravely.
She knew her position allowed Chris to see up the short white skirt, to where her plump thighs curved enticingly, covered in the sheer white stockings she wore. A sideways glance at her patient told her he appreciated it. His hand was inching over the quilt toward her thigh.
"Stop that," she snapped, tapping him firmly on the hand. "I've had complaints about your behavior from the junior nurses. This is why I'm now assigned to your case.” She adjusted her cap, where the words "Head Nurse" were clearly seen. "I will not tolerate any misbehavior. Do you understand?"
Chris grinned, and his hand reached its destination: her thigh. For a moment, his warm fingers and disarming smile caused her to waver, but this nurse's costume was too good to waste. With a quick motion, Heather shrugged his hand away and swung herself onto the bed, straddling his hips over the covers.
»»"I told you to behave! Now lie still" She reinforced her words with a squeeze of her strong thighs around his body. "I understand your cold is severe, and you require extra nursing care.
"I'm sure you're right.” Chris nodded eagerly.
Heather slowly drew back the bedclothes, undid his pajama top, and let her hands drift in small circles over his warm flesh. The short skirt of the nurse's uniform stretched tightly over her legs and she shifted, to allow it to ride higher on her thighs, revealing the white lacy stockings. Leaning forward slightly, she caressed his chest, while giving him a delicious view of her glorious breasts spilling out over the top of the low cut uniform.
She toyed with the long zipper that ran down the front of her uniform, lowering it an inch further. "How long have you had the symptoms?"
"Uh, two days, I think."
"Two days, NURSE!" she barked. "Show some respect, young man."
"Two days, Nurse," Chris repeated obediently. His hips arched slightly under her thighs. "This massage is helping already."
Heather shifted her weight to accommodate the growing bulge under the comforter. "I need to check your pulse. Your heart is pounding fast and you’re extremely flushed."
Her fingers started up at the top of his arm, traced their way over his well muscled shoulder, then trailed their way down to his wrist. "Hmmmm, your pulse is rather fast..."
"I'm sorry, Nurse. It seems to getting very hot in here. Maybe if I could get rid of these sheets and this comforter?"
"Not until I say!” Her hands resumed their wandering over his body, mapping his skin, alternating soothing and arousing. She lowered the zipper at the front of her uniform another inch, revealing even more of her full, round breasts. "It is rather warm in here."
Chris' eyes caressed the golden orbs. "You have very beautiful breasts, Nurse. Such soft-looking skin."
The appreciative glow in his eyes told her how good she looked. Swinging the stethoscope from around her neck, she blew softly on it to warm it. Chris' eyes never left her lips.
"Let me listen to your chest.” She placed the stethoscope on his chest and moved it softly around. He shuddered underneath her fingers.
Chris' breath came in fast pants. "Nurse, may I touch you? Please?"
"Go ahead."
His hands eagerly reached for her thighs. He began kneading the soft flesh through her silky white stockings. Slowly, insidiously he inched higher and higher ...
Heather bit her lip as his skilful fingers caressed her flesh. Suddenly, all she wanted was to lie down on the bed beside him, and push her body up to his.
"You'll recover," she said softly. "But in the meantime, you'll require a lot of bed rest. An awful lot of bed rest. Starting now."
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