Hot Nurse Hookup

Our eyes met for the 20th time that night, I couldn't help but make another hungry glace. I turned my head away, but I could tell he was still looking at me. I should definitely be visiting with my family, I should definitely not be mentally stripping this nurse.. Usually everything about the hospital made me uncomfortable, but today I hardly noticed I was in one. I can't believe I'm letting myself be so enthralled by a man I know nothing about..

Every now and then I heard his voice, when he talked to another nurse or assistant, and I couldn't help but imagine his voice saying other things. Maybe soft and low praise in my ear as he did less-than-holy things to me. I shook myself, trying to get rid of the thoughts like my brain was an etch-a-sketch.

But somehow, I kept drifting to him, looking over at his station and more importantly, looking him up and down. He had to have been at least 4 inches taller than me, and I was about 5'9''. I loved the idea of looking up at him, being trapped in the gaze of his deep brown eyes. They were almost black they were such dark brown, even from a distance I could tell I would drown in them.

His arms were covered in tattoos, from his knuckles to the short sleeves of his blue scrubs. He had big strong hands that I would beg to have around my throat.. He was Filipino, with black locks of hair that went just past his ears, parted in the middle. I sat just admiring all his traits, he looked so.. Delicious.. Everything I noticed about him I loved.

I was lost in oogling him when I noticed he was coming towards me. I froze, trying to act like my heart wasn't going crazy in my chest. He knocked on the doorframe before walking into the room. I can't believe for a second I forgot, but he was here to do his job, not to see me..

"How are we doing today?" He asked my family, you could hear his sweet smile in his voice. I know my mom said something to him, as did my sister, but I was so lost in dreaming I didn't even hear them. His back was to me, and I noticed his muscles against his shirt when he bent over to reach for something. I instinctively bit my lip, and quickly stopped, looking around to make sure nobody had seen me do it.

He was turning around and coming closer to me again, and I was confused for a moment. "Excuse me hun," he said, leaning over me. I was unsure of what was happening, so I didn't move. I looked behind me to see the box of gloves mounted on the wall above my chair. He put his hand on the arm of my chair to keep his balance, and when I turned forward I found myself almost buried in his chest.

The smell of sandalwood and vanilla swept over me, and the urge to lean into him was overbearing. As soon as he was near me, he was gone again, standing up straight.

"Sorry, got a little close there, are you ok?" he asked, putting on the gloves he had just retrieved. I nodded, unable to speak properly, my mind reeling. He smiled at me and turned back to the rest of the people in the room to do what he came in to do.

I smiled to myself, still enjoying the smell of his cologne. I let my thoughts float, thinking about ripping his scrubs off, him tugging at my shirt, our hands all over each other.. Hands through hair, hands down waistbands and up shirts, like feral animals, unable to get enough of each other..

Pulling myself out of my trance, I noticed him walking back towards the door, taking his gloves off. He tossed them in the trash, looking at me as he passed. I could've sworn he winked just before walking out the door.. Maybe I just imagined that?

He went back to his station, my family went back to talking, but I couldn't focus on anything except my own inappropriate thoughts. I couldn't help myself, I was squirming in my seat, unable to sit still. I crossed my legs and I could feel wetness between them, my face flushing red. I need to go to the bathroom and collect myself.

I stood up, not even dismissing myself to my family, I just started towards the nurses station. Without thinking, I went straight up to the section he was at. I stood in front of him, and he looked up at me, smiling.

"Can I help you?" he said, his voice was both gentle and sweet, and full and strong. I hadn't thought of what to say before I made it to the hub, so I stood for a moment, not sure what to say. He looked me up and down, smile widening. My breath caught in my throat, I tried to stutter out some form of response, but it felt impossible.

"Um.." I hitched my thumb towards the hall, swallowing hard. "Uh, bathroom?" is all I managed to get out. He chuckled, and put one hand on my shoulder, pointing down the same hall with the other hand. I gasped softly at his touch, then scolded myself and hoped he hadn't noticed.. I looked at him to see, and he was still looking down the hall.

"Go to the end of this hall, take a right, and it's the very first door on the right." He patted my back, and I hesitantly stepped away from him. Dumbstruck, I followed his instructions down the hall. I swore I could feel him looking at me as I went down the hall.

I turned the corner, found the first door and absentmindedly fumbled at the handle. As the door came open, I realized it wasn't a bathroom, it was a supply closet? I stood there for a moment, I was so sure he said the first door, so why was this-

I felt a hand on my lower back gently push me into the closet. Letting out gasp, I spun around to see it was him, closing the door behind us. I couldn't even begin to think of what to say, but I didn't have to, he closed the gap between us and suddenly we were very close. He grabbed my chin, his hands felt rough, but his hold was gentle. He tilted my head up to look at him, a warm gaze falling upon me. There was a glint somewhere in there that hinted at hunger, and it excited me more than I already was.

After what felt like looking into his eyes forever, he kissed me. A rush of something ran all through me, like euphoric electricity the second we touched. My muscles that I didn't know were tense, all melted with the heat forming between us. All the way to my toes, I could feel excitement bubbling, making me feel like I might float away.

I was in shock, but I didn't pull back. My hands fell to his chest to keep myself steady, but soon I slid one hand up his neck and into his hair. He must've taken that as an invitation to amp it up and our kiss turned vigorous. I got lost in his lips, feeling my heart beat going wild. His hands found their way to my hips, pulling me in and making my breath hitch.

As we were flush against each other, he backed me into a shelf of towels, making something on the next shelf clatter over. Couldn't care less. My arms hooked around his neck, resting on his shoulders as he devoured me, things getting more heated with every breath we shared. Finally he broke our kiss, leaning back, panting.

"Is this what you've been thinking about, all those times you were staring at me?" he said, and again, I could hear his smile. I nervously chuckled, entirely called out.

"Would it be bad if I said yes?" I stammered, not meeting his eyes at first.

"Bad or not, I'd be happy to hear it." I looked up at him, at his confident smirk, and suppressed a giggle, dropping my gaze to avoid blushing. His hand came to my cheek, gently directing me to look back at him. I could see him searching my eyes, which did make me blush a little after all. I made a longing glance at his lips, and that was a welcome to kiss me again.

As soon as our lips met again, it was so much more intense than the first time. It took only a moment for us to fall back into a passionate kiss, biting lips and tangling tongues. He broke again, but only to kiss down my jaw, our hands still roaming each other; he had one hand around my back between shelves to hold me to him, and one hand was sneaking up my shirt.

Just like my daydream earlier, my hands found their way up the back of his shirt as his kisses trailed down my neck. My nails dug in a bit when he reached my collarbone, where he tenderly bit me. I let out a quiet moan, clinging to him. He groaned lowly, barely audible, biting me again. I gasped, as this bite was harder. My head fell back against the shelf, and my teeth dug into my lower lip. His free hand, now under my shirt, snaked around to my back, low enough that his fingertips were at the waistband of my sweatpants.

One of my legs came up and wrapped around his waist, pulling him into me. I gasped when I felt he was hard, now pressed against my groin, taking my excitement to a whole other level. Before this was hot, but something about this felt so much more real. It was one thing to make out in a closet, it was a whole other thing to.. I shivered just thinking about it.

Another low groan escaped him, and his grip on me tightened. He rested his forehead on my shoulder, pressing himself into me more. He put his hand on the back of my thigh, running it up until he was cupping my ass, squeezing with his fingers in the perfect spots to feel amazing. He gave a slow thrust, his loose scrubs letting his erection poke between my legs.

I was going mad, at first the idea of fucking him here made me nervous, but I very quickly stopped caring. I drug my nails down his back, and he pulled air through his teeth, although I was confident it wasn't out of genuine pain. Once my hand reached his waistband, I so badly wanted to tug his pants down, for him to tug mine down, for him to be in me, I couldn't contain myself. I wasn't thinking clearly anymore, I just wanted him. He put both hands on my hips, still pressed into me, and lifted his head slightly.

"Can I touch you?" He breathily whispered in my ear. I trembled, knowing he meant more than we had been already, he wanted to take it to another level. I nodded, my head leaning against his. I was wet before he even laid his hands on me the first time, I knew I had to be an absolute mess by now. He backed up just enough, I dropped my leg off him, unintentionally standing with my legs partially spread already. He slipped his fingers under my shirt, then gently down into the waistband by my hip. Slowly, he followed the hemline of my underwear around to the front of me.

My breath caught in my throat, my heart stopped for a moment, every muscle was tensed, so ready to feel his hand on my most sensitive parts. His fingers found their way into my underwear, the skin to skin contact of his hand to my pelvis making me shudder. It felt impossibly slow, I was so hungry for him that I was eager for his fingers to be inside me already.

He was gentle, and took his time, exploring up and down the lips of my heat, the touch driving me wild. I was so wet that his fingers had no problem gliding against me. He pushed two fingers between my folds, pushing against my opening. I gasped, grabbing his shoulders to keep myself from collapsing. He was just barely touching me, yet it almost had me shaking. He nuzzled into my neck, pulling his hand back slightly.

"Is this alright?" He said softly, concern in his voice.

"Y-yeah, you're just-.. It's so-.." My own voice shook, trailing off as he pressed his fingers back, further than before. They just barely entered me, I couldn't help but buck my hips, wanting them even more. I could hear him chuckle to himself, probably amused at how much I was falling apart for him. His fingers probed deep, curling and hitting very sensitive spots. My mouth was open, but I couldn't get myself to make a sound. I wrapped my arms around his neck again, burying my face into his shoulder.

He tentatively pumped his fingers in and out of me, listening for my sounds of approval. I whimpered as he sped up, his other hand finding its way to my back again to support me. His thumb pressed into my clit, taking me by surprise, and I bit his shoulder to stay quiet. His fingers now slamming in and out of me, his thumb circling my clit, my legs were shaking.

His rhythmic finger fucking brought whimpers, whether I tried to stay quiet or not. I leaned back, my lips eager to be on his again, kissing him with a newfound vigor. He matched my energy, not slowing his motions down. I moaned into his lips, now thrusting my own hips, fucking myself on his fingers.

I broke our kiss, throwing my head back as I felt that familiar feeling of pleasure building in my stomach. He picked up his pace, likely noticing I was amping up. I dug my nails into his back again, trying to hold myself up. It built much quicker than I was used to, and before I knew it, I was throwing a hand over my mouth and convulsing. I was squeaking, trying to be quiet, but I couldn't quiet my body.

"I'm-" was all I managed to say. I shook all over, gripping his shoulder with my other hand. After several shockwaves of pleasure, I dropped my hand from my mouth, panting. I rested my head against the shelf, trying to collect myself for a moment. It was only a moment.

Once our eyes met, it was like the fire was lit all over again. We met in yet another kiss, wild for each other. I felt him press into my groin again, he felt harder than before somehow. His dick throbbed against my freshly sensitive parts, and he caught another moan in his lips.

I couldn't help myself, I reached down to feel him through his scrubs, my hand wrapping around him. HIs girth filled my entire hand, and I could've fit both hands on his length. I felt him up for a moment, barely making contact, but running my fingers up and down his shaft. His hands fell to my hips again, and he broke our kiss to rest his forehead against mine, groaning softly. I could hear his breathing hitch when I lightly squeezed his member.

He must've been as eager as me, going for his waistband and slowly pulling his scrubs down just enough for his dick to pop out. Actually seeing made me drool, and I wanted him inside me more than ever. I grabbed him again, making him gasp at the skin to skin contact. I stroked him a few times, and he shook gently, obviously worked up as well. His fingers gripped my waistband, gently pulling but not yet pulling my pants down. He leaned in close again.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" He said, his voice raspy, like he was struggling to maintain his composure.

"God, please.." I whispered back. He didn't hesitate. He pulled down my sweatpants, running his hands up my sides as I stepped out of them. I silently thanked my shoes for not making things complicated. He reached down, pulling my underwear to the side, not wanting to wait any longer than he had to. Grabbing the nooks of my knees, he lifted my lower half, I grabbed the shelf behind me just in time to not fall.

With how wet I was and how hard he was, it wasn't hard for him to find his way to me. His dick lined up with my opening, he moved his hips and rubbed himself against me. I bit my lip, the sensation of the direct contact was absolutely euphoric.

He looked into my eyes, I could see he was looking for approval. I nodded eagerly, and he sunk a few inches into me. I moaned, unable to hold it back. Pulling air through his teeth again, he sank the rest of the way into me, all the way to the base. He groaned, letting his head fall back. We stayed there a moment, the feeling of finally being like this overtaking us both.

After we shared that moment, he went at me with no remorse, pounding me into the shelf behind me, making it rattle and shake. His thickness stretched me open again and again as it went in and out of me, I lost myself to the feeling. It was feverish how he pumped into me, animalistic almost. I felt him bumping my cervix, it felt amazing.

"Fuck, you're-.. You're hitting a spot.." I managed to say between labored breaths.

"Good." he said, almost growling the word. He held nothing back, I thought we were going to break the shelf, but I didn't care, I just wanted more of him. And he gave it to me.

Our eyes met, and I could clearly see the hunger in them, no longer hidden, it was bold and bright now. Little moans escaped me, there's no way I could keep quiet anymore. I was cursing under my breath, moaning, melting with him inside me. I'd never been fucked like this, with this passion and energy, with a dick like this.

"Fuck.." he muttered, pumping into me faster, picking up speed. Him ramming into me, teasing my cervix, hearing him moan, it was too much. I felt that feeling again, right where his tip touched that spot, an intense pleasure rose up. I gripped his shoulders, digging my nails in. I could feel my toes curling in my shoes. Another orgasm rose quickly, welling up, making my breathing shallow and my moans rise in pitch.

"I'm-.. I'm gonna.. cum again.." I barely managed to say between his strong thrusts.

"I'm close," he gasped, not losing pace. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he took the opportunity to let go of my legs, grabbing the shelf above me. I grabbed his sides, now holding myself up as he fucked into me ferociously.

He stopped his steady pace to give me 5 or 6 really hard thrusts, me moaning loudly with each one, him ramming that spot extra. He went right back to his rhythm, using his grip on the shelf to pull himself into me even harder. Now he was consistently hitting my cervix harder as well, pushing me to the edge.

"Fuckfuckfuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm-" I squealed out that last word and was cut off by my own tsunami of orgasm. The intense pleasure crashed over me, making me violently shake and convulse, no longer able to make any sound. Just squeaks came from my throat.

He didn't slow down or show any mercy, he fucked me right through the waves of my orgasm, making it much more intense. In fact, he sped up, giving me no time to catch my breath. I was so sensitive, I could've screamed at the feelings he was giving me, but I put my hand over my own mouth instead.

He gasped, with one final thrust, he pushed as far into me as he could. With a groan, he came deep inside of me, shaking and bucking a few more times. I felt the warmth in my stomach, which in itself pulled another moan from my lips. He rested his head on my shoulder, panting, otherwise still for a moment.

He stayed inside me for a second longer, before pulling out and moving back. My legs came back down to the ground, barely holding me up. I could feel cum drip down my leg, and I shuddered. He stepped back, pulling his pants up.

We both stood, straightening our clothes. I felt a little embarrassed by being so carried away and fucking a random stranger, but I didn't regret a moment of it. I looked up at him, to see him looking at me, smiling. I smiled back.

"So uh, want to maybe, go get coffee sometime?" He said through a smile, rubbing the back of his neck.

"First base, fucking. Second base, coffee?" I giggled at him. He looked down, laughing too. "You know, I never even got your name?" I said, remembering again that we barely knew each other, but somehow he'd already came in me...

"That's third base, you'll have to take me to dinner first." he replied, us both laughing again. He hooked his thumb at the door. "Should I uh, show you where the bathroom actually is?"

"Depends, are you gonna follow me in there for round two?"