Teasing Nurses Ch. 03

My face went scarlet when Debra looked at me and asked the question.

"Are you Magmaman?" She had a grin on her face.

Busted. The last thing in the world I wanted was anybody who knew me to find out that I sit around the house and write naughty stories and post them online.

Well, probably not very naughty compared to some I read online but still.

Sure, some of them are just fantasy crap and I never did think I was ever very good at it, but it's a kick in the ass to do and fun to read the comments.

The real kick is that the closer they are to truth, the more I get nasty comments about it not being believable.

The problem is that some of them really do have a piece of truth in them, and maybe, just maybe might tell anyone who reads them some things about me that I would just as soon keep well hidden?

It's not a problem at all when nobody knows who I am that I write this crap.

"I..uhh..err..." I cleverly responded, my mind running at mach two trying to come up with some way of denying it.

"I read most of those stories, pretty good. That is you, isn't it Danny?" Debra sat there on her little roller stool, then she reached out and placed one hand on my knee.

"It's OK, I like most of them."

Debra is my Registered Nurse Practitioner, that is a mouthful of a title which means she is as close to a Doctor as one can get, in my mind she is my Doctor.

I had thought what the hell when she walked into the tiny little room way back at my welcome to medicare physical. She looked to be 50 something, about 30 pounds hanging around back there, a big heavy sweater with a cartoon character sewed on the front of it that did little to hide the fact that she had a set of big'uns suspended in a huge bra.

She looked nothing like any Doctor or Nurse I ever saw in my life.

Of course she has had her hands all over me, her finger up my behind, I don't have any physical secrets from her at all.

I remember the first time she told me to drop my pants.

"You first!" I told her. She put her hands on her hips, but then she laughed.

Probably heard that one before.

Next thing I knew I was shuffled off down the hall to a tiny little side room wearing one of those flowery gown things that leaves the bare ass hanging out in space.

"Sperm sample" She told me, something about checking for blood and bacteria. I knew what that meant of course, the trouble with that is I am 66 years old and I just can't exactly provide sperm samples on demand, some things just take one hell of a lot of effort to produce?

Geriatrics is Debra's specialty, which means most of her patients are old folks like me. So she understands perfectly those issues, after maybe a half hour or so in comes a nurse to help.

Yea, I know. Things like that do not happen in the medical profession, right?

Wanna bet?

Needless to say, they got the sample, it is interesting how someone else's hands feel so much different than your own when it comes to that issue.

It took the gal maybe sixty seconds and she didn't even break a sweat or change expression.

The nurse came in the door, yanked out the sample into a jar, swept back out the door which she shut behind her, leaving me sitting there wondering what in the hell just happened.

I went home that night and sat down and wrote the "Welcome to Medicare" stories. I had to dress it up a bit because the real truth is that is was no big deal, but we authors gotta keep everything as sexy as we can.

The reason I was in her office this time is because I had just rather stupidly made the attempt to do myself in. I was having some of those old chest pains, nothing serious and something I have dealt with for many years.

My solution to that is to chew a couple of Aspirin tablets, that works very well and I can then go back to doing whatever I want to with no discomfort.

Except for one other little problem, it seems I had a blocked artery a few years back and they put in one of those drug coated stent thingies.

Then they told me I had to take Plavix to keep my blood from clotting, that pissed me off when I found out what the shit costs.

Plavix and Aspirin don't mix well, not when the chest pains turn out to be a damned Ulcer.

Yep. Black stool, bleeding internally like a gutted Hog, off to the emergency room for a few days, which I related some of in the first two chapters.

That was funny, too. Nobody believed that nurses could act like that, joke around and tease each other.

Wanna bet?

Now I was feeling fine, they had done the camera down the throat and the camera up the rear end thing, I was out cold for that so I don't remember any of it.

Thank God.

Here I was, pretty much back to normal sitting in Debra's office, she was just checking me out, one of those followups.

I didn't want to be here, I wanted to be out on the jetty fishing, we had a good high tide and the Sea Bass had been right in close to the rocks for a couple of weeks.

I could hang a piece of Sand Shrimp on a number four hook, just a dab of split shot and drop it down into the cracks in the rocks and in just a couple of bounces up and down one of them would....

"Danny?"

"Uhh..yea?"

"That really is you, isn't it? I like your stories." She pressed the issue as I sat there completely at a loss to answer.

"Uhhh...yea. Jeez, I didn't want anybody to..." I muttered.

"It's OK. Relax. I know all about sexual fantasies, that is just a part of life." She turned back to her computer. I leaned forward to peek at the screen.

Literotica.com was up. My story list, 210 of them. Man, have I written that many?

Lord. A porn story site in a Doctor's office? Debra reads porn?

"Debra, how did you....?" I started.

"I was reading the one called "Fisherman" and the description sounded like right around here." She waved her arm aimlessly.

"Oh." No way in hell did she figure it out from just that.

"I know you like to fish out on the jetties, say, that part about picking up the two girls?" She left the question hanging in the air, gave me a sidelong smirk.

"Made it up. Darn it!" I was trying to be funny.

"Thought so. Then I read some others, and I know you used to live up North."

"Yea." I was still blushing furiously.

"Then the one called "Welcome to Medicare?" She looked at me with a big grin again.

"Oh." Still, that was a reach.

"Where did the part about Maria come from?" Yep, she had it figured out that I was the author.

"Made that part up too." I said.

Debra nodded.

"I have seen the scars on your side, I know how that happened, too."

I just nodded.

"Some of your stories I don't get though."

"Yea, I don't know what happens, it just comes out when I start typing. I have been trying to get better, but the more I try the more they seem to hate me."

"You didn't change the names, you didn't change July's name. After that I knew." She let out a little titter.

"July really is good at her job, isn't she? Did that help your urine stream?"

"Yea." It seemed that Debra couldn't stop being a Doctor.

"Her real name is Glenda."

"Really? Glenda?"

"Yes. Anyway, there is no reason to be bashful about the stories, I won't tell anyone, besides, I like some of them."

"Hey, it's just stuff I like to do. I never dreamed anybody would..."

"Well, you are pretty good, the way you write sounds just like the way you talk, too."

I nodded. Bunch of crap and I know it.

"So why haven't you called me, I gave you my home phone number." Debra turned on her little stool and looked at me pointedly.

"I just..I figured that since you were my Doctor..."

"I am a woman too, you know."

"I was just, I like you but I thought..."

"You men! What in the hell are we going to do with you? What does it take, anyway?"

"I had a gal walk up to me once and stick her hand down the front of my pants." I grinned at her.

"Did that work?" She grinned right back.

"Uhh..no. It scared the piss out of me." I admitted.

Debra laughed at that.

"Did you ever think of just asking nicely?" I said. I was recovering now, for a moment there she had me completely off balance.

Debra just looked at me.

"I see a lot of men in this office, not a single one of them has a sense of humor like you do. You don't even act sick when you are sick." She grinned.

"I don't have time to be sick, too much stuff to do."

"This last one could have easily killed you, Danny." Her voice took on a more serious tone.

"I don't have time to be dead, either, too damned busy." I wisecracked.

Yea, sure I am busy. Sea Bass maybe, TV set when I am sitting on my fanny waiting for it to quit raining so I can go dig me a mess of clams.

She just shook her head.

"Anyway, you write this stuff, huh? So tell me. How long has it been since you really had sex?"

OK. That one caught me off guard.

My mind flashed back to July coming over to my house the week before. She had given me a massage, which ended up with a hand job to end all hand jobs. Hell, I had been in a few of those massage parlors in my life, where some half bored woman whacks away at me with one eye on a clock.

Never in my life had I experienced anything like what July had done.

"Well, there was July. Last week...." I was pretty sure that Debra knew all about that by now.

"That isn't sex, she is working to try and cure you with the prostate problems. I mean, real sex with a woman..intercourse?"

"Oh. Well, maybe ten years, I guess." The truth was it was probably a shade longer than that.

"About the same for me." Debra admitted.

I just sat there stupidly, I really didn't know what to say.

"Danny, I am 53 years old, a little bit heavy, but I would like to have someone. I really do like you, I was just hoping that..Maybe we could date, get to know each other?" She was the one that flushed at saying that.

That was amazing, Debra in her own element, as a Nurse, in charge was one thing, I realized I was looking at a woman with the same real fears of rejection everyone has.

"You mean that if I asked you out you would say yes?"

"Yes." She beamed at me.

"Wow. I guess I am being a little bit dense here, huh?"

"You have been one hell of a LOT dense, Danny!"

"OK." I had to laugh at that.

"How about dinner, we can see where it goes?"

"OK, when?"

"How about tonight, I don't exactly have a booked schedule."

"Great. Pick me up at the house." She scribbled her address on a piece of paper.

I picked her up at her house, she grinned when she saw my shiny red Corvette.

I really do have one of those, one I can't afford, don't drive much, that sits in my garage under a car cover mostly.

"Wow, we are going in style, huh?"

"Nothing but the best for me lady" I said, in a pretend British accent, getting a titter from her.

I looked her up and down, Debra was dressed in a modest skirt and pale blouse that buttoned up the front. She caught me looking and flushed slightly.

"Do I look all right?" She asked.

"You look wonderful!" I told her. Her hand came up and idly touched her hair back, a signal I recognized.

I saw that one described on the O'Rielly show.

She most certainly was a big gal, but she really did look nice with her hair all fixed up and makeup on. I was used to the dull slacks and sweater with cartoon characters sewed on the front at her office, the only outfit I had ever seen her in up until now.

We went to the steak house up on the hill, the fanciest place in town. It has a great view out the window at the ocean, there is a big flat roof below the restaurant windows. The view over the top of it is something to see with the Sun going down, trickles of clouds scattering the light.

Bunch of Seagulls out there pooping is part of the view. Funny how people don't seem to notice that, I always do.

Usually it took a few weeks to get reservations but I had called and got right in, probably the economy and the way things were going.

Later we sat and sipped some wine and talked about everything under the Sun. I told her the story about me hooking a big old shark off the rocks once, I fought that thing for about an hour.

No idea why I wanted to catch it, I just did. Probably would have ended up losing an arm but by God I had a hook in it and I was going to get it.

It finally broke my line and got away, over the years it grew to be about eight feet long, truth is it was about four.

At one point my feet had slipped on the rocks and I ended up on my ass with both feet in the water, the thing right there.

With teeth.

Needless to say I pulled my feet back nice and quick.

Funny story, both of us were laughing about it.

The truth is that I think I was stalling the inevitable with all the yarns I was telling her? Does that make any sense at all, Debra had made it pretty obvious what she was thinking, and now I was supposed to perhaps take her home...and...perform?

I wasn't real sure that was going to happen.

I also noticed she had lots of stories to tell me, mostly about her patients and the things she ran into on a daily basis.

I guess she had her own reservations about the rest of the evening? We were acting like a couple of schoolkids on a first date, both of us nervous but comfortable at the same time?

All fantasies aside, it had been one hell of a long time since I had even been on a real date, let alone...ending up in...sex?

But finally it was time, we got in the car and headed over to her house.

"You are coming in, aren't you?" She smiled at me as we arrived.

"OK."

"You can relax, we can just visit." She beamed at me, reached for my hand as we went up the walkway.

Inside, she turned and slipped into my arms and we kissed. That was actually nice, so we kissed some more. Then she led me to the couch, went and got a couple of small glasses of wine.

I was happy for the glass of wine, it gave me something to do with my hands.

"Do you mind if I go change, I am not used to wearing a skirt?"

"Sure, go ahead, make yourself comfortable." Debra left, went into what I assumed was a bedroom. I looked around the living room, everything was neat as a pin, there were some pictures on a mantle over a gas fireplace so I got up to go look at them.

Then Debra came back out, she had changed into one of those big huggie things we see on TV. She came up behind me and put her arms around me, I could feel her big soft breasts touching my back.

There was no doubt that there was nothing but Debra underneath that. I turned to face her. We kissed some more, I let my hands flow up her sides. There was no resistance at all, but then I really didn't expect any. I moved them around to the front, lifted her heavy breasts in my hands, getting a sigh from her.

We moved to the couch, soon we were petting, exploring, her hands rubbed my back and sides.

"Bedroom." She muttered.

I picked her up, pretending to not even notice her weight, managing to make it to the bedroom where I gratefully set her down on the bed.

She giggled like a schoolgirl at that. I reached for and found the opening at the bottom of the overly long thing she had on, began to explore.

There really was nothing but Debra underneath there.

"Please? Just take it off!" She whispered, her voice catchy.

So I did exactly that. The big heavy breasts sagged down, I fondled and lifted them, finally pressing her back on the bed. My right hand slid down between her legs, feeling the rubbery damp flesh through the mass of dark pubic hair.

I felt myself begin to erect. She reached down and tugged my belt loose, I stood up and stripped. Her eyes fell to my partially erect penis, then she reached out and grasped me.

Then she tugged me down on the bed. "Just lie here and hold me?" She asked.

I did, we lay there naked, pressed against each other, just basking in being like that. I was completely aware of every nerve ending of our bodies touching.

This was different, I lost track of time. It seemed like many long minutes, I am not sure about that. It was like there was nothing else in the world, just the two of us pressed in each other's arms.

Her hands began to work magic, in just a few minutes it was not possible for me to be more firm. Her fingers flowed around my testicles, her forearms pressed against my length as she slid them back and forth.

She scooted upwards slightly on the bed, tugging me along with her. Her legs opened, she reached down and guided me, the sensation was wonderful. I felt myself slide into the wet folds, then somehow there was a gripping sensation.

Her heavy hips met each thrust I made. Here is where I am supposed to say it went on and on for hours, it was closer to two minutes. A culmination of sensations built up over an entire evening of anticipation.

I felt her body release, then again, when she climaxed the third time I had no way to hold back any longer.

We lay there soaked in sweat for quite a long time, then I slipped out as I finally went fully limp.

"Wow!" She muttered.

It would be nice to say that we did it some more but the truth is that I really am 66 years old.

Somehow that didn't matter, we did lay there and play with each other, explore. I got down and looked at her pussy, wanting to see it, touch it. I parted the hairs so that I could see the rubbery swollen flesh, teasing her by flicking her little button a few times which made her jerk. She lay back with her legs wide open, just allowing it, basking in my inspection.

Then we simply slept. I woke up the next morning to Debra wrapped up as tightly as she could get to me.

"Morning!" I told her as her eyes opened and she looked at me with a smile.

"I can't believe I just slept with my online fantasy Magmaman." She grinned and stretched, the covers sliding off her breasts. They looked so beautiful in the morning light. I reached out and tweaked her nipple.

"What's the big deal about that?" I asked.

Online fantasy, yea, sure. But dang did that make me feel good.

"Don't you realize you have both men and women masturbating to your stories sometimes?"

"Oh, come on. Not very likely."

"I did." She smiled, reaching over and grabbing my limp cock.

"I have had a fantasy of doing...this!" Her mouth closed over me.

"Pretty darn good fantasy!" I told her later.

"You like Cinnamon on your Oatmeal, don't you?"

"Yes, how do you know?"

"Taste!" She grinned and rubbed up against me.

"Which one did you masturbate to?" I asked.

"The one where you talked about checking out my tits in my office." She grinned.

I got a laugh out of that.

"I really did like you right off the bat, then I felt a little bit jealous when I had to send you down the hall to...." Her voice trailed off as she remembered.

I knew what she was talking about, she had ordered a sperm sample taken, wanting to check for blood or whatever they do with that.

Which kinda floored me at the time, to be honest.

"I think you are a very naughty Doctor!" I grinned at her.

"But I can't be your Doctor any more." She told me, her hands busy at my groin which was beginning to have the intended effect.

"What? Why not?"

"Ethics. I can't be fucking one of my patients." She giggled.

"Oh. Crap! I never thought about that. So what do I do?"

"I will just assign you to Karen, my office partner."

"Oh boy! Cool!" I laughed. I had seen Karen, a tall lanky good looking gal about 50 or so.

"Just remember, I have a pickle jar." Debra gave me a fake scowl.

We both laughed at that one.

"Well, what about July?" I asked, thinking of the glorious session she had given me.

"She said you were easy, and there really wasn't a hell of a lot wrong with you. Just a swollen Prostate. Besides, I can...." She was sliding her warm hand up and down my shaft when she said that.

"Hey, babe, is this ethical?" I wisecracked at her.

"I don't give a shit!" Debra said, leaning forward to slide her mouth over me again.