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An Emergency Room Expose'
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An Emergency Room Expose'
There I sat in the ER waiting room while my pal Don had the doctors sew
up his torn hand. He went to retrieve a basketball that hed bounced too
high and hopped the school yard fence one evening in mid summer. When Don
scooted up the fence to leap it and reclaim the ball, he slipped, gashing
the palm of his left hand deeply. We rushed him to the nearest hospital
ER. And I waited with him when the other guys headed home. I never
expected the night to end with so much excitement and fulfillment. Here's
how it happened.
While I sat in the waiting room I could see into the staff lounge
area, through a partially opened door, but clearly. One by one the nurses
took breaks in the room, grabbing a cup of coffee, a bag of chips, or a
coke, which they sat there in a lounge chair and enjoyed. Not too
interesting. Until a very sexy young nurse, in a very short white uniform,
wearing the usual hospital white stockings and shoes just plopped into the
chair, looking frazzled, tense, and unhappy. She had no idea that she was
being watched or of what a show she would give me, unknowingly. It was as
though she thought she was in her own room at home...in privacy. And it
also seems now that she knew a better way to reduce tension than drinking
caffeine or eating sugar or salt! First she just closed her eyes, leaned
way back in the bulk old chair, spread her legs wide, sort of bracing her
heels against the tile floor to hold herself into the chair, and seemed to
start a purposeful meditation. That was interesting all by itself. As I
watched her troubled expression melted away and her lips became pouty,
moving as though she were whispering something to an invisible companion
just in front of her. The she began to lick her lips sexily once in a
while. And I noted that she was moving her hips seductively in the seat,
pumping her legs and ass in the chair...at an increasing tempo.
As she moved, she slid her ass forward in the chair, which hiked up her
white uniform skirt, revealing that she wasn't in pantyhose. Better than
that! She had one stockings and garters, which I would soon learn were
connected to a sexy lacy garterbelt, covered by sexier bikini sheer white
panties. And better still, in a few minutes she hiked up her skirt, pulled
down the panties, removing them over her shoes and tossing them into a handy
wastebasket as though they were valueless. (I'll tell you, I sure wanted
them and would have treasured them as much today as that evening when I was
only 17!) When she made that quick movement I only caught a glimpse of her
perfect, white thighs above the white stockings, but I did see some dark
pubic hair...all too briefly. But I sure got a boner quickly then and had
to shift in my chair in the waiting room. I never expected her next move!
She kept up her rocking, pumping motion in the chair a while; and then
she put her hand under her skirt, obviously reaching for her pussy,
oblivious that anyone could be watching her. She fondled her crotch a
little while...and then her pumping motion grew faster and more vehement.
I had to fight the urge to move my hips in rhythmn with hers. I could tell
soon that she was finger her cunt, and it nearly made me cum! But she did
more than that, she pulled her fingers up out of her juicy twat and sucked
each one like they were honey covered. My boner nearly burst out of my
pants! Next she put them back under her uniform skit and really began
frigging either her cunthole or her clit...as her legs spread wider and
wider...until I could look up t he skirt and see her fingers disappearing
into her pussy. I was nearly fainting with desire and delight. She pulled
her fingers out again, sucked and licked them clean while I stared right at
her open cunt, with those beautiful white legs spread away to frame my view.
As far away as I was, I could still tell that there was moisture and that
her cunt was very juicy. When she put her hand back down, she touched only
the top of her pussy, so I concluded that she was massaging her clit. And I
must have been right, because in less than a minute, she seemed to pass out
in the chair, falling limply back into it, smoothing her skirt back down (Of
course this ended my view of her cunt, but I had just cum in my shorts and
couldn't take anymore stimulation anyway!) and mellowing out to enjoy the
last few minutes of her break.
I'll tell you how I met her and what happened after her shift in the
next episode.
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