~  Patience  ~

Patience was brooding. She was totally horny and only two hours into her shift. She'd been horny all day, but when Thom had arrived home from work he'd been too tired to sate her desires. Too tired even to sit back and be ridden! Honestly, sometimes men really were pathetic. Surely getting a hard on couldn't be that difficult?

She'd been so annoyed by his apathy that she couldn't even frig herself off. So she'd gone and bought a new pair of shoes instead before going to work.

And now here she was, seven hours left of the graveyard shift at the Our Lady of the Sacred Mystery Hospital. The only mystery worth bothering about, thought Patience as she left the cafeteria after her second coffee of the night, is why humans find it so difficult to screw around when the primary goal of life is to propagate itself.

She was still cross with Thom. Bless him, he worked hard to provide well for her, and his recent promotion was undoubtedly well deserved, but - Fuck! - he hadn't given her a good shag in weeks now, getting on for a couple of months actually, and the ache in her pussy was insistent. Many were the nights, Thom fast asleep and snoring softly through nightmares of tomorrow's meetings or whatever, that Patience had quietly reached into her bedside drawer for her vibe. She would think erotic thoughts to slicken her pussy, then slide Steely Dan deep inside and set the vibrating function to low. She'd curl up like a cat and feel the indulgent sensation spread slowly through her core as her toy did its inexorable work. When she felt orgasm approaching, she would thrust an eager left hand between her thighs to massage her clit, sometimes putting a finger from her right hand in her ass and, as she climaxed, the strain to keep her quivers slight and not to scream out loud only served to heighten the ecstasy. With no outward release for her energy, it all got rechannelled inwards and recycled.

At first Patience had felt a little bit guilty about this nighttime mischief. She'd thought it might be cheating. But soon she realised it wasn't. She wasn't denying Thom sex. If anything, he was denying her. Sure, Steely Dan felt good, but no matter how well it got her off, it could never replace a hard, manly cock. Patience just wanted to be fucked, to feel a cock moving in her slippery cunt. If Thom couldn't do it... well, she supposed, Steely Dan would have to do.

This train of thought reminded her of her sister Ronnie, a philosophy lecturer at Durden University. She was a borderline nymphomaniac. Certainly, Patience knew of no other woman who copulated with such feverish regularity, though she did have to concede that her sister did exercise quite a discriminating eye when selecting her partners, which possibly mitigated the moral ambiguity of her behaviour. "It's not cheating if you're only getting something that your husband can't give you," Ronnie had remarked coolly once over a cappuccino at one of Ambleton Bay's beachfront cafes, "because there's no displacement of affection. If daddy don't do anal, a girl's entitled to find it elsewhere. No one person has the right to define the limits of another person's experience. And anyway, physicality and emotion are two completely distinct phenomena."

Patience hadn't known whether to feel shocked or enlightened by that.

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Ptt ptt ptt, the soft step of her slippers on the spotless smooth corridor ushered Patience through her noiseless hospital world. This silence she found exciting, erotic. Oh, God! She wished Thom were here now, to push her up against this pristine white wall and do her from the back. She imagined her hands braced up against the wall; her pert bottom tensing in anticipation of his approach; his hands, firm yet gentle, gripping her hips; his rigid fat cock nudging questioningly against her labia; her slick vagina opening up in welcome to grip him fiercely as a hot, silky friend. Christ, she was getting wet now. Why was O Ward always so damn quiet?

Not tonight, though. Patience listened carefully; there was something curious to be heard up ahead. Muted sounds, barely audible, were escaping through the door of room 11 that stood slightly ajar. She checked her watch. The occupants of this ward were usually fast asleep by now - perhaps Miss Chakra was in some... what, discomfort? It was certainly to be expected, given that she had both legs encased in plaster of Paris, the twin fractures a result of an unfortunate mishap on her yacht a few days ago. That low moan didn't sound like discomfort. More like... Patience approached but, she would have admitted, from a sense more of intrigue than of duty. Down the sterile aqua-blue corridor, dimly blushed by the soft white neon nightlight overhead, a wand of pale yellow light streamed out of a narrowly open door. Room 11 beckoned like a sunbeam in repose over a shallow Nordic stream.

As she neared the door ajar, Patience became ever more tinglingly certain that whatever myriad sensations Miss Sundeep Chakra was feeling, discomfort wasn't one of them. Patience put a hand on the doorframe and peered gingerly into the room. Her eyes opened wide in astonishment and she sucked in her breath quickly. One of the male nurses, Simon, had his back to the door and was bent over his patient's waist. His head glided to and fro in measured, regular motions. Miss Chakra reclined on her bed, nightshirt unbuttoned all the way down, weighted legs spread wide, her eyes glazed in sweet surrender. With her hands she feebly massaged Simon's head, moaning softly, twitching now and then. Simon's hands roamed over her exposed belly and up onto her breasts, pinching a dark nipple and causing his patient to arch her back like a primed mamba.

Patience the little voyeur had slipped a hand to her crotch, under her nurse's skirt and up to her panties, moist with desire. She couldn't keep her eyes off the studly Simon (she'd watched him surfing many times before with a surreptitious lust) tonguing his practically immobile patient, the lines of sensation he drew through her core, and how Miss Chakra's face would crease in exquisite pleasure. Patience fingered herself, drawing an urgent digit along the wet folds of her labia.

Fuck me, I'm turned on.

Her index finger slipped up into her wet love channel and she massaged the hard little nub of her clit with her thumb.

Miss Chakra was coming now. She had taken a corner of her pillow into her mouth and was biting hard upon it so as not to scream out loud, looking away from her lover, denying all perception but the explosion of ecstasy within her core. Her legs, weighted down by their heavy casts, lay motionless outspread, but the rest of body quivered in tremulous spasm as Simon inserted three fingers into her pussy and tongued her clit lusciously. A vivid magenta blushed her cheeks and chest and she sighed in exhaustion, sinking back into her comfortable bed.

Simon stood up to admire his patient. Miss Chakra's nightshirt lay open about her torso. But for her plaster casts, acting as de facto weight restraints on her legs, she was naked, spreadeagled on her bed and basking in the afterglow of her orgasm. She looked up at her nurse, blew him a little kiss and smiled. He walked up to the top of the bed, bent and kissed her.

He now dropped his pants and his boxers, giving Patience a view in aspect of his swimmer's ass. His cock sprang out, hard and rigid and proud. Miss Chakra's eyes opened in anticipation and she took his tool in her right hand to stroke it in appreciation. She traced a dainty tongue around the helmet of his cock, and then in one swift motion she swallowed him whole, her big brown eyes looking up to gauge his facial expression. He sighed in helpless pleasure. She bobbed herself along his shaft, sucking hard and screwing a strict twist into the motion of her head. Surely only India's deities of lust could know what Miss Chakra was doing with her tongue! The instinct of the Kama Sutra gushed in her psyche.

Now she reclined, mouth still clasping her man and wrapping a serpentine arm around his waist, her other hand moving down to massage her own sex. With two dextrous fingers she splayed her pussy, its vivid pink gleaming wet against the dusky backdrop of her deep Indian tan. Her middle finger now fluttered momentarily over her clit, swollen and sensitised, before sliding into her glistening hole, and out, and back to her clit. And still she mouthed her man who gazed at her in helpless admiration.

Fuck, this is hot. Patience was fingering herself with urgency now. More than anything she wanted Thom to fuck her hard, now. She just needed to screw. This was the next best thing. Ohhhh...

Simon was quivering now, and suddenly he shook. His orgasm spurted out and into Miss Chakra's refined mouth. She looked lustfully at him as he came. A little trail of semen dribbled out of a corner of her mouth as she licked the come from his cock, and she caught it with one more lascivious flick of her tongue.

Patience wheeled away from the door, panting as noiselessly as she possibly could. Her face was as flushed as her panties were wet through and she needed to go somewhere private to achieve this release. And when Thom got home the next evening from work, she was going to fuck his brains out. No more waiting!

~  Fin  ~

© Basil von Geusau 2007

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