My Sweet Degradation (15 page)

I would have given anything for the power of speech in that instant, I so wanted to tell her that it was fine, that it was exactly what I wanted too, but all I had to communicate with was the tortured look in my eyes, and clearly that was not enough.

Quickly rinsing and drying me off, Nurse Libby Simmons dressed me again in silence before leaning down and whispering in my ear, ‘Thanks for listening, Mr Pearce. I really feel as though I can talk to you. Sleep well.'

Then she gave me a quick peck on a stubbled cheek before breezing from the room to leave me in an even more frustrated state than the night before
.

The next day came and the routine checks continued. I didn't have time to be bored, however, as my mind was consumed by images of Nurse Simmons, of the way that one moment she seemed so naively innocent – girlish even – and yet the next she would betray her true nature as a calculating predator by the look in her eye alone. I couldn't help but picture that shapely young body of hers, those moist pink lips, and all day long I was plagued by a tension I could do nothing to relieve.

When she came again it was even later than the previous evening, somewhere around nine o'clock I'd guess. This time she burst in with the youthful exuberance of a child on Christmas morning, clutching numerous shopping bags. For some reason I clearly recall how, that night, she had chosen to wear her hair in a long golden ponytail, which somehow only added to her look of purity.

‘Gosh, I'm really naughty, Mr Pearce,' she beamed. ‘I'm on the nightshift tonight and I'm already running late, but it's only because I have great news and I just had to go shopping. Guess what?' she enthused, fixing me with her sparkling gaze and waiting as though I might magically be able to answer her.

I raised my eyebrows and she grinned even wider. ‘I'm going on holiday! That idiot boyfriend of mine just surprised me this morning – God, I hope he's not going to propose – but anyway; two weeks on a little Greek island, the day after tomorrow! It was such a pain to sort out cover so late, but I've done it!'

It was hard not to be pleased for her, such was her delight, and I expressed my happiness in the only way I could, by softly blinking my eyes.

Dropping her bags to the floor she locked the door as before and once again she drew the blind.

‘Bath time!' she beamed, and in no time at all she had me stripped as good as naked. Nurse Simmons filled her bowl with warm water exactly as she had done those previous evenings, but just as she was about to begin she suddenly held still and looked across at the door from the corner of her eye, as though double-checking that we'd not be disturbed.

‘Hey,' she whispered conspiratorially, the paradox of her sexy innocence making my stomach flip again, ‘don't tell, but I've got something I want to show you.'

She went back to her shopping bags and bent forward from the waist, offering me the stunning view of her peach-like bottom encased within that tight white tunic.

‘Ta-daaa!' she suddenly squealed delightfully, spinning around and clutching a tiny striped bikini. ‘It's for my holiday. I just had to buy it.' Libby furrowed her brow a little before continuing, ‘Although, those big meanies at the shop wouldn't let me try it on.' Suddenly her eyes grew wide and a cheeky smile spread across her lips. ‘I know!' she exclaimed. ‘You wouldn't mind if I tried it properly now, would you?'

Libby didn't even wait for me to shake my head; she simply turned to face away and peeled apart the front of her uniform. ‘No peaking now, Mr Pearce,' she teased, but I suspect that she had no problem whatsoever with me watching her change.

Nurse Simmons let her tunic slide from her shoulders to the floor in one tantalising shimmer, to reveal the crème-caramel flesh of her rear. Her body was as toned and just as well sculpted as I had imagined it to be, and I was stricken with a rapidly growing erection yet again.

She was wearing plain underwear, black cotton with lycra, but its simplicity did nothing to spoil the seductive image of her near-naked state. Quickly reaching behind her back she unclipped the bra and tossed it aside. Next she slipped off her panties to reveal the perfectly round curve of her bottom. In no time at all she'd smoothed on the new bikini and spinning around, she beamed at me excitedly.

‘So? What do you think?'

What did I think?
I thought she looked incredible, but of course I had no way to vocalise it. Libby playfully offered me a few over-the-top glamour model poses, and allowed me to take in the wonderful spectacle of her body more fully. Her bikini bottoms were tiny, tying in two bows at the hips, and exposed the gentle curve of a tummy, that I have always found to be incredibly erotic on a woman. Yes, Libby Simmons looked good enough to eat, and I could do absolutely nothing about it.

‘
You
need a shave, Mr Pearce,' she suddenly announced, and it was all a little surreal to be tended to by a beauty in a bikini, and I could almost imagine myself in one of those ridiculous hip-hop videos as Libby lathered my face with an old fashioned soap and brush before proceeding to treat me to a wet shave. She was very careful and highly attentive, and I watched as she set about her task, the tip of her tongue poking between her lips as she concentrated.

Occasionally our eyes would meet and she would offer me a naughty grin, but always she would return to her duties with the steady precision of a master surgeon.

Once done she rinsed off my face and towel-patted it dry before running the tips of her fingers across my cheek. ‘Ooh, that's much better, Mr Pearce. You're all smooth and lovely now. So, anywhere else you want shaving?' she teased, raising her eyebrows before looking down towards my stiff prick. ‘
Mister
Pearce!' she chastised. ‘You really are a very naughty boy, aren't you? But I suppose I can't blame you; I do look amazing in this bikini, don't I? Hey! We need some fresh water.'

She skipped off to the bathroom again and turned the tap on, calling back to me as she filled the bowl. ‘You know, Mr Pearce, I have no idea why I even bought this bikini top anyway. I've got no intention of wearing it.'

I didn't notice at first, what with the way she held the metal bowl before her as she returned to my bedside, but Libby's cheeky smile let me know she was up to something, and as she leant over to set the bowl down I was immediately taken aback to see that she was now topless, and quite proudly displaying her superb tits to me. Nurse Simmons straightened up and stood with feet neatly together and hands clasped behind her back, swinging her hips coquettishly from side-to-side as I eyed her lush pink nipples.

‘What do you think?' she asked, playing it all coy. ‘I must confess I do love my boobs, Mr Pearce. I know they're not the biggest or anything, but “more than a handful's a waste”, as they say, and besides, I simply adore the way they feel when played with.' With this Libby lifted her hands, cupped those gorgeous breasts, and began to tease each nipple with her thumbs.

‘Mmm,' she purred, briefly shutting her eyes and wrinkling her lovely little nose, before staring at me once more and smiling naughtily. ‘I hope you don't think I'm
too
rude, Mr Pearce, but I do feel very comfortable with you, you know, and I figure if all those men on the beach will get to see me like this then there's no harm if you do too. But anyway, silly me, carrying on away when you must be getting all chilly.'

Nurse Simmons proceeded to bathe me just as before from shoulders down, but this time I had the added torture of being able to stare at her naked breasts as she worked. I could see how the tip of each rosy-red nipple had stiffened a little from her teasing, and I couldn't stop myself from wondering how they might feel between my lips, how they'd taste.

Libby's hands slipped lower across my body, and this time I was determined to find release. I was already wound as tight as a drum and I was certain that with just the lightest caress I'd be unable to resist, but once again mischievous Nurse Simmons had plans of her own. With one hand she gently soaped my balls and the sensitive flesh around my groin, and with the other she tightly gripped the girth of my shaft. I watched as she bent low over me, a delightful look of concentration on her lovely face, and a sudden shiver rippled along my spine in unison with the warm caress of her breath as it drifted against the exposed tip of my cock. She was so close to touching me with her lips, and despite the discomfort of my aching body I tensed my buttocks and tried in vain to thrust myself closer towards her.

‘Gosh, it really is a pretty one you know,' she sighed softly. ‘Forgive me, Mr Pearce, but I've started to wonder how it might feel in my mouth. Or even... in my...' Her voice trailed off, and as though a switch had suddenly been flicked in her mind she lifted away and proceeded to rinse, dry and dress me with formal efficiency.

Nurse Simmons then checked my charts and made tiny adjustments to the equipment that surrounded me, before quickly slipping back into her tunic without even bothering to change back into her underwear. At the last moment, just as she unlocked and opened the door, she turned, smiled and blew me a kiss before leaving as quickly as she had entered.

This time I was left in no doubt that I was little more than a plaything in her cruel, tormenting game. No one could be that naive, and I felt an anger surge within me that was only surpassed by my extreme sexual frustration.

The following day I found myself both dreading and longing for Libby's next visit. It was ridiculous; I knew she was using me, but some small part of me still prayed that in the end Nurse Simmons would become too involved in her own selfish pleasure to stop me from taking my own.

At around eight-thirty that evening my door opened and I looked up expectantly, only to see one of the older nurses cheerily bustling into my room. I don't mind admitting that I was deeply disappointed when she set about the usual tasks that Libby would have tended to, and I was even given a quick bed bath, but it was nowhere near as intimate or as sexy an experience as it was with Nurse Simmons, which was a blessing, because as lovely though this nurse was, she was not exactly my type. I was awkwardly changed into fresh pyjamas before being left alone for the evening.

In my solitude I wondered if I had perhaps misheard Libby, and that she had already left for her holiday, and foolishly I even felt a little affronted by her not bothering to say goodbye to me.

But some time after ten o'clock I was just drifting off to sleep when I became aware of a soft tapping at my door, as it slowly opened. I almost didn't recognise her in the soft glow of my reading light, but then she spoke and all became clear. ‘Are you awake, Mr Pearce?' Libby was not dressed in her uniform, and her blonde hair fell loose in soft waves to her shoulders. She was wearing a subtle pale-yellow flower-print dress, which followed the flow of her curves just perfectly. I had never seen her looking more stunning, but I was still annoyed with her and it must have shown in my expression.

‘Hey, are you okay?' she softly called, apparently with genuine concern. ‘You don't look your usual self.'

Libby came in and close the door, then picked up my chart from the foot of the bed and hurriedly scanned through the most recent entries. ‘All looks good here,' she declared with a frown, quickly stepping to the side of the bed and laying a cool palm against my forehead. ‘Well your temperature seems fine too. So what's the matter?'

Clearly I was still incapable of answering, and even if I had been there was still a small part of me that wondered if I was not just imagining that she was purposefully taunting me, that her intentions were not essentially innocent.

‘Is it because I wasn't here to look after you tonight?' she suggested with a pout. ‘Oh, my poor Mr Pearce. You're still my favourite patient, you know. I promise. They just made me go work on the antenatal ward as someone had gone off sick, but I'm here for you now. Did you really think I'd go on holiday without saying goodbye to my Mr Pearce?' Libby quickly leant down and pressed her lips against my ear. ‘Silly you,' she whispered. ‘And besides, I've got something rather special I want to show you.'

As she straightened up again Nurse Simmons coyly looked down at me with those big blue eyes, and I knew I was in trouble.

‘I did something today, Mr Pearce,' she announced, stepping back from the bed so I could get a better look at her. ‘I had a professional wax in readiness for my holiday. Don't my legs look pretty?' Quickly she spun round, causing her dress to flair out and show off her gorgeously shapely legs, before she stopped and smiled at me once more.

‘But that's not all, Mr Pearce,' she whispered conspiratorially. ‘I had somewhere else waxed too,' and without a further word she lifted her dress until her silky-smooth thighs were exposed more fully again. But she didn't stop there. Nurse Simmons continued to raise her hands until she revealed her neat pussy, all naked and waxed completely bare.

‘Oh Mr Pearce, don't think badly of me for not wearing any knickers today, will you?' she uttered quickly. ‘I had my wax this morning and it just felt too nice to have the breeze tease beneath my uniform, and when I got changed into my dress I simply couldn't bear to wear panties too.'

I stared between her thighs, swallowing awkwardly as she parted her legs just a little wider. ‘It feels
so
soft, Mr Pearce, just like a little kitten,' and she allowed the tips of two fingers to press against the swell of her mound and to stroke up and down. ‘And I'm afraid... I've been quite unable to stop myself from playing with it a few times already today.' My stiff cock throbbed with the dissatisfaction of its neglect within my pyjamas. ‘I so wish you could feel how smooth it is too, Mr Pearce.' Libby shut her eyes and allowed her fingertips to continue their caresses, and I was powerless not to stare at her sexy display. ‘But with your arms in those stupid casts and everything...'