Sharri RN_Blizzard

"Bzzzzzz......Bzzzzz......Bzzzzz......" buzzed the vibrating/ringing cell phone.

"......Yes?....." whispered Sharri in a sleepy girlish voice.

"Hi hun. This is Kelly. Sorry to bother you but...... the weather is going to Hell in a handbasket and we need you to come in early. Can you get here to the hospital right away?"

"....yaaaawwwwnnnn....hmmm?..."

"Sharri....WAKE UP! Hahahahahaaha.....Get your ass in here! Please?"

"...yaaaawwwnnn....OK...since you put it so nicely, Kelly....jeez!"

The line went dead on the other end leaving Sharri half awake under her warm pink comforter, long tangled platinum blond hair strewn over her face, staring at the hot pink iPhone, yawning.

"Oh, damn! That dream was just getting good too! Hahahaahaha." Sharri spoke to herself waking her cat that also yawned and stretched. Gloria rubbed against her tented knees and purred loudly casting a hopeful glance her way. 40 year old Sharri began to masturbate softly but then thought better of that idea.

"Oh....I am so horny...it's been way too long!"

Sharri sighed and threw back her comforter gasping at the coldness of the room. She shivered over to the window and closed it and then padded toward the shower. Ever since her childhood Sharri had insisted on sleeping with the window open for fresh air thereby drawing in healthy oxygen but driving away all but the toughest suitors! After the last one took his leave, 5 years ago, she had decided to work the night shift for it's extra hours and less intense social demands. Dressing carefully for the weather she made her usual long pause in front of the shoes arrayed on the floor and even longer at the pile of bags! Sharri found her way to the kitchen, turned on the weather channel, keyed the remote starter(that also started her seat warmer) on the new SUV, and made some atomic coffee (microwaved instant). Briefly ignoring her hungry cat she dumped yesterday's CK knock off handbag out on the table and then quickly scooped its contents into the new Lulu bling. Gloria persisted in rubbing her calves and received a quick bit of fresh tuna in return.

Gulping at the steamy cup Sharri twisted her mid-back length blond hair into a tight vertical bun and carefully inserted a pink plastic barrette to hold it all in place, absorbed the latest news, and then tuned to the animated radar on the weather channel pushing a dark bluish snow shadow at Rochester, again and again and again, first in a wide regional view then with the progressively tighter closeups. Those images were enhanced in the corner of the screen with a small regional map showing the white blizzard warning graphic for the whole area.

"Damn! I need to get moving...now!" she muttered to herself smoothing her scrubs one last time while making sure her makeup was just so and taking one last long look at her Doppelganger in the full length mirror, and then laughed.

"Shit, Sharri! Just who the hell do you think you are you going to impress in the intensive care wing? Hahahaahaha"

"Bye, Kitty. See you tomorrow...I hope!"

She settled into her rapidly warming seat, glad to have splurged on this wonderful luxury, and roared out of the acreage driveway. The stars were still out but dimming rapidly as she drove along under the front edge of cloud cover from the storm heading their way. Snow started to fall softly then harder as Sharri adjusted her long pink wool coat and then shook her fist at a deer thinking of jumping out of the ditch. "If you want to live, better not move, Bambi!" she laughed and then found her gloved right hand making its way to her pussy. Sharri let it linger high on her thighs and start to circle lazily.

"Mmmmmmmmmm...." she pressed harder against her hospital slacks.

"Ooooooo......Damn! Oh good, Sharri!" she laughed.

"Get all worked up and walk in with a wet spot between your legs for all the aides to laugh about!" but she never moved her fingers.

The car slid sideways going around a long curve scaring the crap out of her and forcing her to quickly put both hands on the wheel where they belonged.

"Smart Sharri, real smart!" she frowned and concentrated on the road that was now almost hidden in fresh fluffy snow making it hard to tell the road from the ditches drifted full of December snows.

Slower now she steadily made her way toward Rochester seeing the light of the city glowing fuzzy orange through the snow falling. "Bzzzzz.....bzzzzzz......"

"What, Cunt?" she answered knowing that it was Kelly her coworker and best friend. When Sharri wasn't working she was usually hanging at Kelly's house, sometimes hot tubing, or sometimes out for coffee, or shopping, or dining with Kelly and Frank. She dearly loved them both.

"Hahahaha...Where are you?"

"10 minutes out."

"Just making sure you didn't fall back asleep."

"Fuck you! You just want me there quick so that you can go home and screw your husband while getting snowed in!"

"Well...that too! Hahahaahaha! By the way, try not to stare too hard at any bulging crotches on your way up to the unit! Hehehee!"

"Nice! Screw you!"

*Click!* Her friend Sharri had long ago discovered her secret penchant of staring at men's crotches whenever she had the chance. Sharri liked to stare at them when they were encased in tight jeans and bulging out but she especially like bulging male packages that showed a hint of cock-head! Just the thought of that hidden soft hot muscle of pleasure nestled against a big bag of balls made her tingle, just like right now as goose bumps crawled all over her arms and belly and thighs. What really got Sharri going though wasn't just the staring, it was the knowledge of what those hidden units of flesh could become in the proper hands and mouth...hers!

"FUCK!" she swore as her SUV sickeningly slewed sideways toward a deep snowy ditch. Experienced with winter driving Sharri quickly regained control.

"Smart! REAL smart, slut!" she chided herself. "Think about THE road not GETTING rode! Heheeheheheehehe!"

She drove past hazy city stoplights, now and then right through them, not wanting to get stuck in the deepening unplowed snow. Approaching the parking garage at St. Mary's she pressed her thighs together and bit her lip remembering her dream, remembering getting well fucked by two hung men in rut, double penetrated, almost DP'ed anyway since she had been awakened by her friend just before she would have taken the second throbbing cock up her eager itchy asshole! In her dream she had met them in an airport lounge over drinks after one of them had caught her staring at their crotches and made the most of the opportunity by boldly kissing her on the mouth.

"Damn!" she slewed against a snowdrift at the gate and almost hit the guard arm blocking the entrance.

She quickly fished out her hospital ID and slid it in and out of the parking lot's electronic reader. In and out. In and out. In...and...out. Until it flashed error!

"Hahahahaaha, Sharri you really need professional help!"

One more time and the arm lifted and Sharri spun her tires slowly forward until they bit on dry asphalt and lurched her forward. Finally, in her designated spot on the second level, Sharri shut off her pink SUV and gathered her things.

"Coffee..check. Purse....check. Gloves....check. Keys.....check. Man....no check!"

Ignoring the wet ache between her thighs Sharri strode from her car locking the doors, with the queer metallic double chirp provoked by her remote. Then the wind gripped her and almost blew her 4 foot 6 frame over.

"Damn!" she gasped pulling her warm ankle length coat tight over her big breasts and pinching one in the process.

"Hahahaaha! Problems, Sharri?" a passing resident jibed enjoying the show of her carefully freeing the trapped orb and tucking it quickly away. She ignored him thinking, "I will not stare...I will not stare!" and bustled away feeling HIS leering stare now glued to her swaying ass. However, this little incident only served to deepen the aching itch between her legs. She really needed one damn good stretching!

Sharri's size was her curse, and blessing, she had decided long ago. A blessing in that taller men, in general, loved tiny petite women and her 4'-6" frame accentuated her genetically large 36 C breasts and voluptuous bottom. Her first husband had worshiped her body and at 6'-3" sported an 8 inch cock that still haunted her memories and fantasies. The first time she wrapped her lips around that thick monster Sharri knew she had just become his slave!

"Now I'm just getting wetter....Great, just great!" she mumbled to herself and then plunged into the elevator when it opened, relieved for a break from both the grip of winter and the men staring at her ass.

As her high heels clicked down the greenish terrazzo hallway she knew men wouldn't stare at her ass so much if she didn't wear heels wherever she went but Sharri was and is a girly girl. Pink has always been her favorite color and she wore it all the time including her bras and panties, thongs, and feminine accessories. Even her hospital floral nurse's scrubs were an approved pinkish tint.

"Where you been? Off staring at hidden meat, again?" kidded Kelly as Sharri flumped down in the conference room they all used for report of patient status and doctor's orders flinging her stuff into the chair beside her.

Sharri glared at her, flipped her the double bird, and then quickly shrugged out of her coat.

"Let's just get down to it!"

"OK!"

"Attention all personnel...attention....for the next 40 minutes the server will be down. Thank you!"

Sharri let her jaw drop in exaggerated response to the intercom announcement. Kelly just shook her head and nodded and laughed.

"All shift... off and on... Yippee skippy!"

"Damn!...this nasty night just gets better and better!"

Then for the next 20 minutes they huddled together over their laptops and charts full of pink pasted in doctors' orders. You would think that with the new computer stations at each room the gluing of the daily doctors' orders to patient charts would also have been a thing of the past but was not to be as they all still carefully glued them in with their little bottles of white Elmer's glue.

And.... the server issues were a genuine pain...no servers meant no current reports and no online meds, saline drips, and the drug riders schedules...more leg work for her and even more damn paperwork! The really bad news, from Sharri, for the night was the ridiculously short staffing due to the blizzard outside just starting to punch it up.

The good news? The intensive care unit had a census of only 2 patients and only one really needed her direct attention since the other was post-op comatose and could be easily monitored at the desk by the tech even without an active server. For some reason these patients were at opposite ends of the longish corridor which potentially meant even more leg work for Sharri.

"You know, Sharri dear, it would be far easier on your sexy little calves and hips if you just wore nurses' sneakers instead of those damn heels all the time. Really nice Lulu, by the way!" suggested her friend as if reading her mind. They knew each other so well now after 6 years of friendship that they often just knew what the other was thinking without saying a word.

"And besides, who's going to notice that big ass of yours wiggling around up here on 4th? The pimply tech with his nose constantly glued to the monitors, or his cell phone?, the comatose patients?, the 250 pound aide glued to her hot little Harlequins?"

They both roared with laughter at that last one. Sharri noticed Kelly carefully applying some new shade of lip gloss as they finished report.

"Fuck you, Kelly! At least you have a man to go home to and who screws you silly, every....fucking.....night!"

"Touche! But days too, Love, don't forget the days! Hahahaha!"

"Fuuuuccckk you! Goddammit!"

And, as if right on cue, Frank suddenly appeared from around the corner and strode into the room.

"Hi Frank!" said Sharri unconsciously, and automatically, dropping her gaze to his crotch.

"Hi Sharri dear! How does my package look today? Hahahahaaha!" he laughed seeing Sharri blush beet red and then planted a big French kiss right on Kelly's freshly glossed purplish lips.

"Fuuucccck! Sure wish you hadn't told him, Kelly. Damn! Why don't you two just get a room!" Sharri said more than a bit enviously.

Catching her lonely tone Frank released his sighing wife and advanced menacingly toward Sharri, embraced her, and then tried to kiss her on the mouth too.

"Hee hee hee! Animal! Kelly tighten that leash on this beast!" Sharri giggled as she struggled free ducking under Frank's arm but not before feeling Frank's lips brush her neck anyway sending naughty shivers straight to her libido succeeding in making her even wetter. She felt the telltale drip of her overheated pussy now begging for attention and her eyes unconsciously returned to his crotch. Frank laughed and pretended to unzip for her.

"Damn!" Sharri blushed furiously again.

Locked in another embrace Kelly and Frank still caught the disguised leer in her cursing.

"Want to join us...in the closet?" smiled Kelly with Frank sliding a hand under her white nurse's skirt.

"Kelly...Dammit!...heheheheehe....I'm fully up to speed here. Now, why don't you two get the hell off my floor before you get snowed in here at St. Mary's and go home and fuck!"

"Heheheehehe...Ok...OK!, Love. Have a great shift and just come over if you need a place to stay in the morning...?"

"Will do. Night, you two!"

As I said before Sharri really loved those two. She watched with undisguised envy as they waltzed down the corridor to the elevator bank, his hand already under her top and hers on his ass, oblivious to all else except their love for each other.

"Damn! A relationship like that would be awesome but all I really need right now is to just get laid! Hahahahaha! Shake it off, Sharri...Shake it off! Time to put on your game face!" Sharri muttered to herself as she gathered up her charts and laptop and headed for the huge Nurses Station.

Pimply George greeted her with his usual semi-smile and his usual shy glances, never quite capable of actually looking her in the eye and then immediately returned to his screens and instruments, visibly relaxing. Jessie, the obese aide, was friendlier, at least raising her eyes from her latest Harlequin romantic trash long enough to say hello.

"Server problems tonight?!" Sharri offered as an opener to George but he waved her away in quiet dismissal while Jessie just smiled at her and then returned to the book propped up on one of her innertube-like stomach rolls. Sharri had told her, long ago, that she could do whatever she liked at night, except sleeping, as long as the patients were well cared for. Tonight's census had only 2 patients so Jessie's reading was appropriate.

Sharri decided to check on the patient under the heaviest electronic scrutiny first and walked toward 403 East. She passed a bank of large windows that looked out over the ER parking lot and the Life Flite helicopter pad and saw nothing...absolutely nothing except driving snow.

The blizzard force winds, however, had no effect whatsoever on the typically over designed windows which seemed, at once, both odd and comforting. Odd because you expect large windows to bow some under a heavy wind and comforting because these don't. From habit Sharri paused at the corridor workstation near 203 and then softly swore at the still defunct server. She stepped into the room. The patient lay still on the bed in the dim light as Sharri checked the blood pressure and pulse rate readings. The ordinary sounds of the room went unnoticed by Sharri's trained ears that listened acutely for the unusual. The oxygen burbled through its aqueous saline filter, the digital air mattress pump cycled on and off, the BP cuff mechanism wheezed and buzzed, occasionally, in its cycle, the heater crinkled slightly as its hot aluminum fins warmed and then cooled. And there was no sound at all through the heavy glass window of the worsening storm except for the muted siren from a single ambulance that approached the ER entrance four stories below and now completely hidden from view in the heavy snow.

Sharri went old school now and took the distal pulses in the wrists and ankles while closely observing the patient's respirations and skin color. She felt the forehead and could instantly tell that this catheterized post op patient was just sleeping in a drugged stupor and wouldn't need any help at all till morning.

Sharri looked directly at the camera in the corner and raised an eyebrow. The red light on top blinked briefly and she knew that George was on top of things in here. After one last look around at the bank of med gases gauges and monitoring equipment Sharri was completely satisfied. Even with an electrical outage the generators would automatically come online and provide, at least, a couple of days service with no interruptions to the complicated equipment.

At the door Sharri absently squooshed a dollop of white antibacterial foam from the inverted can and lotioned her tiny hands with it as she walked down the long corridor to her other patient's room in 440 West. When she passed the black and tan granite Nurses Station both the tech and aide looked like statues having, seemingly, not moved a muscle. "I'm off to 440 West."

Silence. The only sound was from her size 2 ½ heels clicking along the corridor floor. Heels on the hard terrazzo floor did make her feet ache near the end of her 12 hour shifts but she liked the way they looked and sounded as she worked. Besides, she knew the male patients liked her feminine style and the female patients would often smile and talk about colors and their own shoe collections. So...if she made her patients feel even a tiny bit better Sharri was content to wear heels instead of the typical softer sneaker types. Sharri also knew that men enjoyed watching her ass wiggle and had even dated a few patients, for a short while usually, that had the nerve to ask her out. Outside 440 West she paused again at the workstation.

"Damn! F'ing server!"

"Attention all personnel...attention...The server is now online. Thank you!"

"How about that? Hahaha."

Sharri opened the fold-down computer station and watched the monitor blink to life, briefly display the menu choices, and then snap electronically and shrink its display to a pixel sized white dot before finally going completely blank.

"What the hell?"

"Attention all personnel...attention...The server is now offline. Thank you!"

"Oh....Fuck You!" she sputtered at the dark monitor and overhead speakers and then slammed the table back into the locked position.

More than a little miffed Sharri wiggled her sexy ample ass through the doorway and into the room. "Sharri?" voiced in the tech.

"Yes?" she replied looking up at the tiny speaker hidden behind a white perforated grid in the light well above the bed.

"The generator just kicked in."

"Great."

"It gets better."

"And....?"

"The audio/visual is now having internal problems due to the server crash. Might be intermittent or not work at all at some point."

"Got any more good news for me?"

"Nope."

"Well, I'll either be here or in 403 East. So, if you need me....?"

"Affirmative!"

*Click!*

"Affirmative...affirmative...?" she mumbled to herself already well into her initial assessments.

This was her first night back after 4 off(What a great schedule she had!). So...this patient was new to her and, even though Kelly had carefully briefed her, Sharri always did her own follow-up assessments anyway, like any decent RN would do. This patient was also sound asleep ("Just the way she liked them!"). Th 19 year old patient's name was John Smith ("Right!" she thought to herself.) and he had been here, for 3 days now, as a complication of penis enhancement surgery and now was taking only oral antibiotics, pain killers as needed, and topical application of A & D zinc oxide cream, q.i.d. (4 times a day).