Lewd nurse

"Everyone says that general surgery patients are full of energy, especially in a place like ours," said the oldest, Kyoko Takeda, with a smile.
"That's right, calling this a hospital is more like calling it a dormitory," said Nami Kawano, the second oldest, putting down her magazine.
"And they're cheerful and in good spirits." Kyoko gave a meaningful smile.
"You keep saying you're in good spirits, are you in good spirits? Has something happened?" Yumiko Yamamoto, drinking cola, looked at her playfully.
"Can you tell? Actually, nothing's wrong."
"No, there's definitely more to it than that. Just confess!" Nami rolled up her magazine and held it above her head.
"Nothing's wrong, it's something for us adults."
"That's a big problem. Are you an adult and I'm not? We've both been married for ten years and have children." "Exactly, it depends on the situation. Even though I'm unmarried, I'm a standard adult." Yumiko pouted in dissatisfaction, and Nami suddenly said.
"I know, you probably mean the patient in room 307!" "You think so? What exactly is he like?" Kyoko pretended to be confused, but her eyes couldn't hide her amusement.
"The patient in room 307 must be that Mr. Zhang Er." Yumiko nodded as she spoke, and at the same time, she seemed to think of something and smiled.
"Yes, that person is extremely annoying."
"That's right, it seems like his lechery is innate. When his wounds healed a little and he could move, all he knew how to do was do some lewd things." "No, he was like that even when he couldn't move." Kyoko spoke with a serious expression, which made everyone burst into laughter.
It was during the 2 PM break. In addition to the head nurse of the night shift, Mariko Motoda, and the night shift nurse, Ryoko Asano, who hadn't arrived yet, there were four nurses at the nursing station. In front of the nursing station was a three-tatami-square-meter tiled room, and inside was a six-square-meter Japanese-style room. Kyoko Takeda and the others were in a Japanese-style room, while Chiaki was in an outer room reading a women's weekly magazine. "Mr. Shoji in room 307 is..." Chiaki remembered the man they were talking about. He had been hospitalized about ten days ago, was twenty-eight years old, had dark skin, and had injured his back in a taxi accident, had a laceration in his left foot, and injured his right hand, but as Kyoko and the others had said, his injuries had healed considerably. She heard that he hadn't been discharged yet because of the car accident compensation issue.
"Ms. Natsume, please come over here too." Kyoko greeted Chiaki with a smile as she pondered Shoji.
"Don't think about things alone, come and chat. Even though you're a minor, you're a member of society now." "I wasn't thinking about anything..." Chiaki walked into the Japanese-style room.
"You've gotten used to it here, haven't you? It's time to get used to it. What are your thoughts on this place?" "I really like it here. The whole hospital has a cheerful feel to it," Chiaki replied, but her mind was elsewhere.
"She is indeed cheerful, but everything has two sides," Kawano Nami said to Chiaki, holding a magazine against her face.
"You're playing dumb again," Kyoko smacked her, and Nami screamed.
"Ms. Natsume, do you understand? If the patient is cheerful, we will become like that too. We might not be used to it at first, but we'll get used to it quickly, so don't worry about that." [Nami continued, "You're probably used to it by now, aren't you nineteen?"] "My birthday isn't here yet!" Chiaki lowered her head, even feeling herself blushing.
"Ms. Natsume, may I come closer?" Takeda Kyoko approached Chiaki with a smile.
"What is it?" Chiaki sensed that the atmosphere was a bit strange.
"Let me touch breasts that aren't even twenty yet!" Kyoko said.
"This... please don't joke around, is it?" Chiaki sought permission from the others, but unfortunately, no one was on Chiaki's side, and instead looked on with curiosity, ready to see how things would develop.
"Is it okay? I want to recall that feeling from so long ago." "No, I really don't want to." Chiaki covered her chest with both hands.
If it were nighttime, and she were alone with Kyoko, her feelings might be different. Besides, she had already experienced homosexuality and heard what the director said, so she thought she understood the unique atmosphere of this hospital.
But there were two senior nurses in front of her, and more importantly, it was broad daylight. What happened with the director a few days ago was at least in the small room in the third operating room where she didn't have to worry about anyone coming. In the nursing station, someone could come in at any time.
"What does it matter? Ms. Natsume, let her touch it. It won't hurt you." Kawano Nami said as she came over and grabbed Chiaki's hands.
"Ah, really, don't do this." Just as Chiaki turned to look at Nami, Kyoko's hand touched her breast.
"Ah...no." Chiaki twisted her body to escape the hand, but Nami held her hand, and she couldn't do anything about it. Kyoko's hand touched Chiaki's right breast through her clothes.
"Wow! It's so big!" Kyoko exclaimed loudly.
"Big and full, and so bouncy."
"Ah...please don't do this!" Chiaki pleaded and struggled, but Kyoko ignored her.
"Such youth is truly enviable. I wish I could have a third of it." "Really? Let me touch it too." Yamamoto Yumiko came up to Chiaki, reached out and grasped her left breast, then gently kneaded it as if examining it.
"Not bad, the flesh of the breast seems to have rhythm."
"Don't do this, someone might come." Chiaki couldn't help but let out a soft voice as two women touched her breasts.
As expected of women, they knew a woman's sensitive areas.
"I can't do this, I..." But the two women completely ignored Chiaki's pleas, grabbing her breasts from her clothes, shaking them from side to side, pinching and kneading them, arbitrarily playing with them with their hands.
"Hey, if that's the case, why not just do it directly?" Kyoko, holding Chiaki's hands, said excitedly.
"Ah...please, please stop." Such pleas were of course useless... "Kyoko held up a pink plastic rod for Chiaki to see; it was obviously an electric dildo.
"But, you know it or not, let me use this to send you to heaven. You still have twenty minutes of rest time. After you use this to climax, you can rest for a bit and it will be exactly three o'clock." "Seeing you go to heaven, those two ladies have already become like that." Turning her head, she saw Kawano Nami and Yamamoto Yumiko embracing each other, their hands reaching into each other's thighs. The
embrace of the two angels in white made Chiaki feel incredibly sexy and stimulated.
"Let me do it, okay?" Kyoko opened her mouth and placed it on her still itchy vulva.
The unbearable pleasure made Chiaki twist her hips. The one used by Takeda Kyoko, who was also a married woman, was only about ten centimeters in size, but it was quite powerful. Perhaps because she had already climaxed once, the vibration felt particularly intense.
"Ah! Ah..." From the point of contact to the inside of her knees, a numb sensation spread, and Chiaki couldn't help but twist her body.
"You do it too." Chiaki's right hand was pulled over, her fingers touching pubic hair, then enveloped in moist flesh.
"Ah!" Kyoko let out a sound of pleasure against Chiaki's chest.
From the sweet sounds of the other two, the wet sounds of fingers moving inside her labia could also be heard, along with the sound of an electric dildo.
Baptized by the experienced nurses, Chiaki immediately entered a world of sensuality. However, what decisively changed her quality and intensity happened on the third day after her baptism.
Chiaki was on the night shift that day, and the light in room 302 was still on after midnight.
"What could be wrong with Mrs. Aota? She's probably too excited to sleep."
Mrs. Aota was being discharged the next morning, so she was probably too excited to sleep. "Mrs. Aota, aren't you asleep yet?" Chiaki gently pushed open the door and looked inside.
"Oh, Nurse." Mrs. Aota's eyes were wide open.
"You can't sleep because you're thinking about tomorrow?" Chiaki asked Mrs. Aota.
"No! It's not like that... Is everyone else asleep?" Mrs. Aota said.
"I think so, everyone in the other rooms I've checked is asleep." Chiaki replied.
"Oh... Nurse, come here for a moment, sit down here." Mrs. Aota extended her right hand.
Chiaki pulled over a round chair and sat down by the bed.
"I knew you were on the night shift today, it must be fate." "That's why I can't sleep, my heart has been pounding since this afternoon. If something happens, and you can't come, I'm very worried." "What do you mean?" Chiaki smiled, knowing from Mrs. Aota's tone that it wasn't something ordinary.
"It's not like we'll never see each other again. We can meet anytime we want, but we still have to part ways for now, right?" "Am I being a little strange? I doubt there are many patients like me. Can you give me your hand?" Chiaki felt something was amiss and extended her left hand.
"Ah, this is Nurse Natsume Chiaki's hand." Mrs. Aota took Chiaki's hand and pressed her right hand on it.
"It's so soft and warm. How old are you, Nurse? Twenty? Nineteen? Or younger?" "Eighteen, but I'll be nineteen in September," Chiaki replied. Mrs. Aota
seemed very touched as she held Chiaki's hand and said, "So young, ten years younger than me. Why are you so young..." "Mrs. Aota is young too!" "No, compared to you, I'm much younger. Your hand is as soft as a baby's." Mrs. Aota stroked Chiaki's hand.
"This... Mrs. Aota..." Chiaki felt a strange sensation and tried to pull her hand away, but Mrs. Aota had already pressed her lips to the back of her hand.
The sudden kiss startled Chiaki, and she even forgot to pull her hand away.
"I kissed your lovely hand, hee hee hee. I have a request, and I've been nervous about it since morning." Mrs. Aota said, kissing and stroking Chiaki's hand.
"I'm sorry, because your hand is too cute." Mrs. Aota's lips moved to her fingers, putting her little finger in her mouth.
"Don't be afraid, you'll grant my request, right? You have to." "I don't know... I don't want you to do this." Mrs. Aota bit Chiaki's little finger with her teeth.
"Ah!" A strong tingling sensation swept across her arm.
"Will you grant it? Please tell me... Let me say it. If you don't, I won't forgive you.
" "Come a little closer, I'm so embarrassed." Mrs. Aota reached out her right hand and put it on Chiaki's shoulder, and Chiaki lost her balance, her right hand landing on the blanket. Feeling something soft, she quickly moved her hand to the side.
"Touch my breasts." Mrs. Aota said in a soft voice in Chiaki's ear.
Chiaki felt nervous, and Mrs. Aota pulled Chiaki's left hand into the blanket.
"Ah, Mrs. Aota, please... this isn't right." Mrs. Aota's nightgown was already pulled open at the chest, her hand touching her full breasts.
"You have to do it for me, I won't let go of your hand if you don't." Mrs. Aota's tone was urgent.
Chiaki looked down at Mrs. Aota: "How do you want me to do it?"
"Like this." Mrs. Aota pressed her hand on Chiaki's hand and began to move it.
As her hand moved, the breast under her palm changed shape, it really felt like a mature woman's, the elasticity might not be as good as eighteen-year-old Chiaki's, but Mrs. Aota's breasts, ten years older, were smooth and mature fleshy orbs.
"Yes, that's it, ah... so comfortable." Mrs. Aota frowned and twisted her body, seeing her intensely sexy appearance, Chiaki couldn't help but notice that when she was sexy, she probably twisted her body like that, probably twisting her body like that under the caresses of her colleagues, making moaning sounds of pleasure, and finally ejaculating. Thinking of this, she automatically began to caress herself.
Chiaki's right hand vigorously rubbed her left breast, pinching the hardened nipple with her thumb and forefinger.
Mrs. Aota expressed pleasure, then grabbed Chiaki's right arm tightly: "And this one too, do both." Chiaki lifted the blanket, revealing her breasts through the part of her nightgown at her chest.
"What will happen if you do it like this?" Chiaki noticed her voice was hoarse as she twisted both nipples at the same time.
"Ah..." Mrs. Aota tilted her head back, making a sound like she was about to cry.
"Ah... I can't hold back anymore, lick it there, bite it!" Hearing the pleading, Chiaki looked at the nipples in front of her.
The nipples, pinched between two fingers, were already engorged with blood, much redder than before, with dense small wrinkles, and a slightly moist surface, as if waiting for someone to put them in their mouth.
Chiaki's mouth was drawn to them, smelling the sweet scent of sweat, and she opened her mouth to take the nipple in.
"Mmm... Ah..." Mrs. Aota held Chiaki's head tightly in her arms, ignoring the white cap still on her head.
As she repeatedly caressed Mrs. Aota's left breast and gently bit her right nipple, she became even more frenzied, moaning with pleasure and twisting her body so violently that she knocked off Chiaki's white hat.
Chiaki could even sense the way Mrs. Aota rubbed her thighs together under the blanket.
"She's probably already soaking wet," Chiaki thought, playing with her nipples with her tongue.
Just then, Mrs. Aota made a request: "Please, do it down there too!" Chiaki looked up and realized that Mrs. Aota's behavior was completely different from her colleagues'. Mrs. Aota didn't see this as a simple game; she considered it a same-sex relationship. Chiaki sensed that Mrs. Aota was deeply in love with her. "You know perfectly well what I
mean. I can't take it anymore." Mrs. Aota grasped her right hand on her breast and pulled it under the blanket.
"Ah! Mrs. Aota." Her hand, now under the blanket, touched a patch of hair.
She could feel warm skin beneath the pubic hair—perhaps more accurately described as a hymen, because her fingers had a peculiar sensation.
"I just wanted you to do this here." Mrs. Aota pulled Chiaki's hand, her fingertips touching the hard spot.
"Ah! Right there. I took off my clothes and waited for you for this, see?" Mrs. Aota lifted her legs and pulled back the blanket.
Chiaki's eyes were drawn to the spot her hand was touching.
The hair there seemed to be covered in dew, gleaming black, perhaps twice as much as Chiaki's.
"For the past two weeks, I've been thinking about you every day, playing with this spot myself. Tonight is the last night, okay?" Mrs. Aota's hand began to move, Chiaki's fingers touching the hard spot.
Mrs. Aota's snow-white lower abdomen stiffened slightly, while also arching up slightly. "Ah... my clitoris feels so good." Her lower body arched upwards, Chiaki felt a seductive sensation from this posture, almost dizzy. "She felt good in her clitoris." Chiaki knew what that feeling was like, a sharp, melting numbness, a pleasure that nothing could replace.
"The clitoris feels very good." She also felt good in her own spot, involuntarily squeezing her thighs together.
"Go ahead and do it, hurry up and do it." Mrs. Qingtian grabbed Qianqiu's hand and shook her fingers, making them vibrate like an electric dildo.
"Ah...it feels so good, I can't hold back anymore. Hurry up, make me feel even better." The unusual sensation of inversion made Chiaki's voice tremble.
"Like when you masturbate, like when you masturbate yourself." Chiaki pressed her middle finger on her erect clitoris and shook it rapidly.
Mrs. Aota raised her vulva and slightly parted her trembling thighs. "Do you masturbate like this? Ah, nurse...ah..." Chiaki felt like she was masturbating, and involuntarily moaned. She felt her tightly pressed thighs were wet, her breasts under her bra were swollen, and her nipples were erect.
As Mrs. Aota twisted her body on the bed, her hand reached towards Chiaki's body. "I'll do it for you too." Her hand groped under her clothes, but Chiaki pressed her hand down, afraid that she would notice that her breasts were already swollen and her nipples were already erect. Mrs. Aota would definitely touch her lower body as well, letting her know that it was already wet, which was really embarrassing.
"No, I won't agree. I want you to feel good too. Okay? I want you to feel as good as I do, and I'll make you come with my hand.
" "But I haven't done this in a long time, and to be honest, I'm gay." "I promise I'll make you come, okay? This way, I'll let you experience a different feeling than a man, and you'll feel incredibly good." "I'll make you feel the best, so... okay?" Mrs. Aota's hand caressed her breasts through her clothes.
"Your nipples seem hard, they are." Her fingers pressed down.
"Ah..." Chiaki sighed involuntarily.
"They are hard." Mrs. Aota said.
"Ah... Mrs. Aota." Chiaki felt her upper body go limp, and her hands rested on Mrs. Aota's half-naked body.
"Your nipples are like this, it seems like you're already experiencing pleasure, ah... you're so young..." Mrs. Aota gently rubbed against her clothes.
The gentle touch of her fingers made Chiaki feel intoxicated, unlike the feeling with a man, very obviously different. Although she couldn't describe it, she only felt that her fingers were soft and produced a strong pleasure even through her clothes.
"It's already swollen, I can feel it."
"Mrs. Aota, I..."
"Look, it flicked my finger back, your nipples are getting harder and harder, let me see your breasts too, okay?" Mrs. Aota's hand pulled down the zipper.
At this moment, Chiaki could only gently hug Mrs. Aota's arm, her breathing becoming rapid.
"I can't end it like this, it would be too painful, let me touch your breasts!" "I dream about your breasts, and more than two or three times." Mrs. Aota supported her upper body with her right hand, and her left hand reached into her bra from the neckline, grasping her right breast.
"Ah... Mrs...." Chiaki hugged that arm tightly. "
Ah, so smooth and elastic." Although it was inconvenient to have her hand inside her clothes, it still moved over her breast.
"Ah... Mrs., ah..." At this moment, Chiaki felt a sense of unity, her skin was as moist as the other's palm, just like when she touched Mrs. Aota's clitoris, it felt like touching her own, and now she felt like she was touching her own breasts.
A jolt of electricity ran through her body, and Chiaki couldn't help but bend over.
Chiaki pressed her breasts against her clothes and shook her head, unable to say no.
"I've wanted your breasts for so long, I've been wanting them to death." Mrs. Aota rubbed her breasts with one hand and pulled the zipper up to her waist with the other.
"Ah... Madam..." Her blood was boiling, and the boiling blood began to flow backward.
"Let me see." Mrs. Aota pulled up her bra.
Her breasts swayed, and the feeling made Chiaki feel incredibly full.
"Your breasts are round and perky." It was still embarrassing to have her breasts, which indicated pleasure, seen by others. Chiaki covered her nipples with her left wrist and fingers.
"Don't hide them." Mrs. Aota tried to pull Chiaki's hands away.
"No, let me look closely, touch them... Just as I thought, they feel beautiful to the touch, and the pink nipples are so cute. They're even harder now, does this feel good? Is there a numbing sensation? If you do this, you'll feel pleasure down there too." Mrs. Aota pinched her nipples between her fingers and twisted them.
Chiaki couldn't help but wiggle her hips in the chair, experiencing a sensation that was linked to the pleasure from her nipples, and also a feeling of her clitoris being touched.
"Even though you're not touching down there, I'll still feel something if you do it like this." She couldn't say she felt pleasure, but her body expressed it, and she couldn't help but wiggle, feeling that it was already wet, not just her panties, but probably her stockings too.
Mrs. Aota lifted her upper body from the bed, bringing her face close to her bare breasts: "Lovely nipples, I really want to eat them." Chiaki thought to herself, "She's going to use her mouth, just like I did earlier, while taking her left nipple into her mouth." A strong sweetness and numbing sensation, Chiaki held Mrs. Aota's head in her arms, her smooth lips sucking on her nipple, her tongue licking from the areola to the nipple.
"Ah...ah..." Chiaki cried out involuntarily.
Mrs. Aota's palm skillfully massaged her right nipple, the pleasure from that different nipple creating an indescribable shock, her body began to tremble, and the source of this pleasure was that the other person was the same sex and was a patient.
This wasn't normal; she was still at work, and the feeling of violating morality only intensified her lust.
Chiaki stroked Mrs. Aota's hair, her lower body already reaching an unbearable state, involuntarily twisting her hips, causing her wet labia to rub against each other. Her hips
pulled back, her vulva thrust forward, her labia parted, and the fabric of her panties touched her clitoris. She wanted more, she wanted even greater pleasure. Mrs. Aota said she was a lesbian, ah… hurry up and do it.
Mrs. Aota bit the base of her nipple, her teeth gently biting from the areola to below the nipple, her tongue subtly rubbing the tip of the nipple.
"Lift your chest, swing your hips back, that will rub against your clitoris," Mrs. Aota said, placing her hand under Chiaki's armpit.
As Mrs. Aota pulled, Chiaki lost her balance and fell onto the bed. "Wait a minute, my shoes…" "Just get on like this, I'll take off your shoes." Mrs. Aota had Chiaki sit sideways and took off her shoes.
"Ah… so sexy, the nurse's all-white, so sexy…" After taking off her shoes, she stroked her ankles, which were clad in pantyhose.
"My ex-lover was a career woman, working at a bank. The bank uniform was nice, but not as nice as a nurse's white coat." "And we rarely wear white pantyhose; only nurses are allowed to wear them." Her hand moved from my ankle to my calf.
"So soft. I thought nurses would be harder because they walk all day." Her hand moved from my calf to the back of my knee.
"Ah..." Chiaki's body tightened from the tickling sensation.
"Itchy? Itching means you're experiencing pleasure. I felt itchy when I was your age too. I used to reach orgasm just by scratching each other with my lover." "If it itches here, it must itches here too, right?" Mrs. Aota's hand touched my inner thigh, gently tracing the area with her fingertips.
Chiaki squeezed her legs together tightly, goosebumps rising on her thighs, as if waves of electricity were surging through her.
Her fingers reached all the way in. As her fingertips parted the flesh between my inner thigh and lower abdomen, they gently touched my already erect clitoris.
The intense pleasure made Chiaki hug Mrs. Aota's body tightly.
"Let me touch it again." Her fingers had already reached her labia, but were separated by her panties and stockings.
"It's already soaking wet, the pantyhose are already this wet. Because it's wet, I can easily touch the labia, right here?" "Is this the most sensitive spot? Can I see? Can I touch it directly inside?" Chiaki squeezed Mrs. Aota's hand between her thighs.
"Please lie down, okay?" Mrs. Aota whispered in Chiaki's ear, pushing her down onto the bed.
"Ah... it reminds me of the past. The first person to teach me about homosexuality was also a nurse, a lovely angel in white. I was hospitalized with kidney disease in my first year of high school, and it was then..." "That person seemed to be twenty-one or twenty-two years old. When I was sleeping, she would put her hand under the covers and do all sorts of things to me, and she did it as comfortably as if she were dreaming. She touched my whole body, and of course, there were also sensitive spots. Sometimes she would suck or gently bite." "At first, she used her fingers, and after a few days she used her mouth. When I saw the black hair inside that nurse's white angel's body, it really shocked me." "That was my first time with a same sex." "When I turned sixteen, it was late October, the sky was so beautiful and clear." "After being discharged from the hospital, I started looking for women. It seemed easy, but it wasn't, and my high school was co-educational." "But I could still find some. When I didn't have a homosexual partner, I relied on masturbation every day. Homosexuality seems to be an extension of masturbation." "The bank clerk I mentioned earlier, that happened after I entered the workforce. We even lived together for two years. She really looks like you, her face and figure are very similar, even her voice." Chiaki couldn't interrupt, so she could only listen silently, feeling as if she had entered a captivating, perverse world.
Her fingers slowly moved to her panties, and Chiaki wiggled her buttocks.
"After breaking up with that person over a small matter, I don't know why I got married like everyone else, and then I forgot about homosexuality. But ever since I saw you..." Mrs. Aota pulled down her pantyhose and panties: "Let me see..." "Wow! So fresh, and it even has a sheen. I probably had pubic hair like that ten years ago. I should have taken a picture to remember it." "Ah... don't look at me like that!" Chiaki squeezed her thighs together, trying to cover her front with her hands.
"Don't hide it." Mrs. Aota pulled her hand away and touched her thigh again.
"Let me see inside, don't be nervous, let me see deeper!" "It's wet, and it's shiny. Spread your thighs a little wider, yes, a little wider." But Chiaki was like she was under hypnosis, unable to control herself as she slowly spread her thighs apart. And as she slowly spread her thighs apart, the fact that someone was looking at her genitals gave her a strange, numbing pleasure.
"It's open, your red mouth is open."
"The stuff that's flowing out is accumulating there, some of it is still flowing on your buttocks." "It's here..." Suddenly a finger was inserted there.
She squeezed her thighs together, but Mrs. Aota's hand was there, and the finger continued to move. It was a very thin finger, and the finger produced a subtle feeling as it went in and out.
Unconsciously, she tightened her thighs, and the more she tightened, the stronger the stimulation became, and the greater the pleasure.
"Are you comfortable? Are you?" Chiaki nodded repeatedly.
"I'll make you feel even more comfortable, and I'll make you cum." Mrs. Aota's hand suddenly pulled out.
Chiaki's buttocks chased after that finger involuntarily.
"It's different from a man's situation." Mrs. Aota placed one hand below her navel, while the other stroked her pubic hair, parting it to the sides, feeling the erect clitoris emerge, focusing her mind there.
Mrs. Aota's fingers gently touched it.
A current surged through her thighs, even her toes tensed, and her fingers began to move faster and faster.
Involuntarily, her vulva lifted, and Chiaki felt her clitoris floating in the air. It was definitely not the movement of a man's fingers; this was the movement of fingers that understood the mind.
Her libido grew stronger, and her vulva began to pulsate. Mrs. Aota seemed impatient, pressing her lower abdomen against Chiaki's face.
Chiaki knew she was too clumsy compared to Mrs. Aota's technique, but she tried her best to imitate Mrs. Aota's movements, stroking the clitoris back and forth beneath the pubic hair.
Mrs. Aota made a sound like sobbing, and her thighs began to tremble. Chiaki proactively parted her thighs, lifting her vulva even higher. Mrs. Aota withdrew her fingers and sucked on Chiaki's clitoris with her mouth.
Never before had she experienced such pleasure. Mrs. Aota not only sucked, but also gently and tenderly bit the base of the clitoris—something no man had ever done before.
Mrs. Aota skillfully used the tip of her tongue to peel back the foreskin of the clitoris, licking the exposed bud. As the pleasure intensified, her movements slowed.
"We're having sex..." Mrs. Aota gasped.
"It's same-sex sex..." As she said this, her buttocks writhed violently, her labia making incredibly lewd sounds.
"Do you want to cum?"
"Cum! Cum! Cum!" Her body stiffened, her hands behind her back, pressing against her crossed legs, her head tilted back.
"Did you cum?" Her soft voice indicated she had reached her climax.
"Cum! Cum freely!" Mrs. Aota's labia moved like a mouth, sucking on Chiaki's labia.
Her limbs, breasts, and buttocks spasmed, and she felt the same spasms on another person.
That was two days ago, in the afternoon when she went to Shuuji's room to take his temperature.
"Nurse, I can't take it anymore." As Chiaki pulled back the blanket and the collar of her pajamas, inserting a thermometer under her right armpit, Shuuji said excitedly.
"What can't you do?" Chiaki asked, though she had already suspected it, but pretended not to know.
"You're just pretending."
"I don't know. Patients should honestly tell the doctor or nurse what they think or feel." "What would happen to a healthy 26-year-old man lying in bed for four or five days? The nurse should know." "If you're healthy, you shouldn't be hospitalized here." "I just have a simple external injury; my body was perfectly healthy." Shuuji said, frowning to show his dissatisfaction. Shuuji was hospitalized because of a fractured left arm and a ruptured elbow tendon, his left arm in a cast. Lying in bed like this, as Shuuji himself said, his body was perfectly healthy, so it wasn't hard to imagine that he couldn't satisfy his sexual desire.
"That seems to be the case, but so what? What can't you do?" Chiaki asked deliberately, wanting to know how he would answer.
"It's impossible to solve it once it's erect."
"What's 'erect'?" Chiaki asked, her heart pounding.
"It's a penis, of course!" Shuuji replied angrily.
"Once a penis is erect, there's really no way to solve it."
"Is that so? What should we do?"
"It'll be very painful if I don't let it out."
"Then let it out!"
"You make it sound so simple, but I can't move my hands."
"Can't you move your right hand? Or do you have to use both hands?" "I can move one hand, but I can't move my left hand." "Do you always use your left hand?" Chiaki couldn't help but laugh.
"But if you can use your right hand, just use your right hand, isn't that about the same?" "Of course, it's still manageable, but nurse, eating with an unfamiliar hand doesn't taste good, right?
" "It's the same principle. If you're going to do it, you want it to be comfortable, isn't that human nature?" "That's why I'm pleading with you like this; it sounds like I'm forcing you, and besides, this is something a lover or wife should do." "But what if I don't have a wife or lover?" "Oh... a handsome man like you is quite an surprise."
"If you're willing, I'm willing to treat you as my lover."
"Actually, you say things like that to every woman you see, right?"
"How could that be? My lover is only Natsume Chiaki, nineteen years old." "You're really good at investigating." She only wore a name tag with her surname on it, so she must have gotten her name and age from other nurses.
"Of course, I like people with full figures like you."
"According to you, I seem like a lecherous nurse."
"Isn't this a lecherous nurse?" Ignoring the thermometer under her armpit, Shuuji reached out and touched Chiaki's lower abdomen with his right hand.
Chiaki reflexively stepped back, but it was just a reflex.
At this moment, Chiaki suddenly realized that a nurse shouldn't say such things.
"But there's nothing I can do, I don't have time."
"Don't worry about time, taking your temperature is enough." Shuuji looked at the thermometer lying on the bed and said in a childlike tone.
"Please, I've been waiting for the nurse to come here."
"That's true, isn't it?"
"Of course it's true, that's what I'm saying." Chiaki picked up the thermometer, shook off the mercury, and inserted it into Shuuji's right armpit.
"You know what? This hand can't move."
"Okay! I definitely won't move it." Shuuji's eyes lit up with excitement, revealing his inner joy.
"How do I do it?"
"Just rub that erect thing, make it feel good." "You're such a troublesome patient, other people don't do this." "Their hands can move!" "Do you think I'm that kind of woman?"
"No, not at all." Shuuji's eyes widened and he puffed out his cheeks.
"On the contrary, you're an angel, a real angel."
"Do you want a white-clad angel to do that kind of wonderful thing?"
"It's precisely because you're a white-clad angel that it's so moving and unbearable!" "I just can't do anything with someone like you." Chiaki shrugged and pulled the blanket over him down to his legs.
Chiaki patted his hairy thigh and saw a tent bulging in the center of his underwear, realizing why he was crying out in pain.
"It looks scary, but it seems I can't get it out from here." Something stood up as she pulled down her underwear, blocking her way. Chiaki used her fingers to pull the underwear down, finally managing to get through. At that moment, a huge penis appeared; the elasticity of the pull caused it to hit her stomach and then stand erect again. It
was very thick, with veins bulging like a net, and the glans had a purple sheen, as if it was about to ejaculate.
"How should I do it?" Chiaki deliberately gripped it stiffly with her right hand. Shuuji
groaned softly, his penis seeming to harden even more, and said with a pained expression, "Move your hand up and down." "Am I doing it right? Does it feel good?" "It feels good. Your hand is soft, and you're using your right hand, so it feels completely different from masturbation." "You said earlier that when you're doing it for someone else, both hands are the same." "I was wrong, my right hand is good, your right hand is so good." Shuuji said with an intoxicated expression.
"Great, your penis is melting."
"Something this hard won't melt."
"Is this speed okay? Can you go faster?"
"No, this is perfect, just keep going like this!" Shuuji said, moving his right hand.
His hand moved towards Chiaki, touching the cuff of her white coat, and the thermometer under her arm fell again.
"I told you you can't move."
"Just for a little while, okay?" His fingers moved up and down as if tickling her thighs, and Chiaki wiggled her buttocks.
"Make my dream come true! I dream like this every day." Before he finished speaking, Shuuji's fingers touched the valley.
Chiaki involuntarily squeezed her thighs together, but the result was that her thighs gently embraced Shuuji's fleshy hand.
"Ah... this is what a nurse's vagina feels like, nineteen is so good." Because Shuuji's fingers were wriggling on her pantyhose, Chiaki couldn't help but wriggle her buttocks.
She was already aroused. The thought of engaging in lewd acts with patients while taking their temperatures in broad daylight filled her with excitement. The tension of someone walking in at any moment triggered a strong physical reaction; she knew without a doubt that she was already wet.
"Nurse, you're wet here..." Shuuji's voice conveyed emotion as his fingers penetrated deeper.
The sensation of his fingers entering her along with her pantyhose made Chiaki unconsciously rub his penis harder.
"Ah... I'm dreaming, just like in my dream." Shuuji's thighs spasmed.
"Ah... ****..." Shuuji thrust his hips forward, and Chiaki immediately covered his glans with her left hand. "With the same rhythm as his moans, warm liquid shot onto my palm.
White semen overflowed from between her fingers, and the man's scent intoxicated Chiaki as she rubbed his slippery glans with her left hand.
That act in the ward reminded Chiaki of Yoshida. Ever since that time three weeks ago, Chiaki had been longing for a man like Yoshida, until now, with Shuuji's appearance.

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