Nurse Nancy; Dr. Dan Ch. 01

Nurse Nancy; Dr. Dan Makes a House Call

Sultry auburn-haired Nancy Gardner applied a subtle shade of lipstick in the mirror and turned a pretty profiled face from side to side; staring at her lovely reflection. She sat at the vanity in her master bedroom painstakingly applying makeup ahead of what promised to be a big evening and every now and again she checked her elegant ladies watch to make certain she wasn't running behind.

She was giddy with anticipation at what the night might have in store at her home and happy wicked fantasies made her heart flutter with excitement. Just a few hours before she'd finished up her shift at Helping Hands City Hospital in downtown Phoenix; setting the wheels in motion for that for what was about to occur but at the time it was completely unintentional. None of this had been planned.

She'd stopped in to the hospital cafeteria for a much needed cup of coffee before her commute back to her Chandler bedroom community home. At the time, the pretty five foot seven nurse had just finished another grueling shift and she just needed a bit of an eye opener before she got behind the wheel. She got it in spades! It walked past her table and it answered to the name of Doctor Dan. Well... not exactly.

It had been a hard day for all parties involved. Her battle-axe chief OBGYN Physician, Dr. Henrietta Polkfeste had told her bright and early that Dr. Dan Hardwoode, that handsome young intern would be observing with her as she saw patients. Nancy reminded Dr. Henrietta that she had her annual date with the stirrups (and with the doctor's latex gloves). This was not something Nancy relished or looked forward to under ordinary circumstances, but just the thought of that handsome intern with his dreamy hazel eyes staring at her bald lotus blossom; well ...it made her take her break early so that she could skip off to the restroom to clean up her Brazilian wax job and make things "pretty down there" with a razor and some special toiletries.

The thing was, Dr. Polkfest was in a bit of an "ill humor" that day and that wretched raincloud of a foul mood that she dragged around above her head had a certain "contagious" nature to it. By the time arrived for Nancy's go at the stirrups, Dr. Hennrietta was in possession of a particularly short temper and the type "A" alpha female had been berating poor Dr. Dan all morning long; zinging him with snide comments and criticisms that bordered on the positively humiliating! He was not in the least bit inclined to notice the lovely bit of clean "lady-scaping," Nurse Nancy had performed upon herself prior to his arrival in the room.

"Such a shame," Nancy thought as she dressed after Polkfest had given her a clean bit of health and left the room; the somewhat downcast Dr. Dan close in tow of her snide condescending wake, "yes ...such a shame. He didn't notice anything. I blame that cast-ironed ball-busting harpy Dr. Henrietta! She lights into him all day long and then I miss the chance to flash my pink goodie basket at such a fine choice specimen of...MALE?.. Such a waste!"

And indeed it was a waste. A lot of ladies would have enjoyed flashing "the goods" at Dr. Dan had he been in a better mood; untroubled by a shrieking shrew of a superior like Henrietta. Who could blame them!

Daniel Hardwoode was in his internship with a year left to go. At six feet one inches, the dark haired hopeful seemed lately like he always had the weight of the world upon his shoulders, which was ironic because he appeared to be the sort of specimen other men could only hope to be! He was handsome, wiry, strong-muscled and had a face that made women take notice followed by an immediate double-take to scrutinize his strong cleft chin, prominent high cheek bones, and hazel eyes; of which one of the candy-stripers referred to "dreamy" and nurse within earshot had corrected the silly girl by remarking that they were in fact "soulful." Whatever the case, "Doctor Dan" was the sort of fellow who could smile at a young woman and she'd actually start speculating just how pretty the babies would be between her and him as things got warm and dewy down below!

Now at the cafeteria, Nancy saw that same handsome intern walk past her table (looking like a good-looking whipped-dog). She saw an opportunity over her umptieth cup of caffeine as well. She shouted a loud and assertive "HEY!" to Dan and he turned. He was met with a smile and batting eyelids.

One thing led to another and she had him sitting down next to her and the cup of coffee turned into another cup while they talked and he smiled and she smiled back and played with a bit of jewelry around her neck and fiddled with a lock of her short auburn hair absent mindedly. It turned out they had a lot in common. They like the same music, the same books, even the same fake froo-froo junk in their coffee. Most intriguing they had the same schedule for the week which meant they had the day off for the next two whole days! Life is grand how it works out, isn't it?

Meanwhile he smiled and talked and talked and smiled and... OH... GOOD GOD! she thought, was that how he smelled? It was like incense or sandalwood or some lovely musky scent that was wafting her way as he spoke and looked into her eyes! She actually found herself inhaling deeply as if she was trying to huff him in through her nostrils and hold that scent in the back of her nose; making her squish her thighs together involuntarily under the table as she laughed and smiled back, holding onto his every word.

At some point the conversation turned into a bit of a pep-talk between Nancy and Dan, as the fifty-three-year-old MILF nurse and her sultry soothing "come to mama" batting eyelashes told him in a reassuring tone that Dr. Polkfeste's bark was much worse than her bite and that he was doing just fine from what she and the other staff had seen. Nancy's mind was working like fine Swiss watch as she tried to angle this conversation around to where she wanted it to be. She finally just threw a seemingly innocent question out there to the somewhat downtrodden and beaten intern.

"So with two days of nothing ahead of you," she asked, "aren't you looking forward to a nice dinner this evening with your girlfriend and perhaps a drink followed by some, 'unwinding?' A fellow like you must be happy to have the next two days ahead."

"No," he said with a note of disappointment like some lame kid that was going to be stuck in a college dorm on a Friday night, "I think it will be just an early night tonight." He indicated that currently there was in fact; no girl, and there hadn't been since the start of med school. He'd been too seriously minded. When Nancy told him that there were plenty of pretty young things trotting around and left things sort of open ended, he commented that a lot of the younger ladies simply didn't interest him. She batted those two "come to mamas" at him again and asked him what he'd meant.

Quite matter-of-factly; he said he liked older women, and that his last girlfriend had been ten years older than him. Although he'd dated several girls in college that were younger, he always found that relationships with older ladies; be it three, five, seven or even fifteen years his senior; tended to be more satisfying and provided better conversation "afterwards."

She saw an opening and "pounced." In the next three minutes like an old-pro; she'd invited him to her place for a home cooked meal, there was a promise of a movie, and she'd even go over some pointers of dealing with "Doctor Henrietta Hellfire;" so that in two days... there would be no fear of the "dragon- lady" doctor from him. He made a meek half-hearted protest but in the end; her persistence, the batting eyelashes on her pretty face, and her 36C bust line attached to a five- foot -seven skinny shapely body crushed any attempt at protest he could have made!

He was on his way now. He'd be here soon. She stood up and added a "wee-touch" of eye shadow to those killer "come to mamas" of hers. She looked down at her nakedness in the mirror. Her shapely boobs with their gumdrop nipples, her "still-flat after all this time" belly, her bald pussy with its cute little gold ring piercing; all were going to be used to maximum advantage tonight. She'd better get some clothes on quickly however, she thought, or she'd spoil the surprise for him!

It was then that a pair of strong hands reached around from out of the shadows and hugged her close. She leaned back into them and cuddled. They roamed her body and fondled her. They touched her nipples; tweaking them into excited nubs of blood-rushed tissue. They traveled down her perfectly shaped belly; the product of countless bike-rides, hours of yoga, and laps at the local pool. The hands found her naked pussy, teasing and stroking at it; giving her clitty-ring a playful tug and making her sigh. The naughty nomadic hands now roamed "around back" over the exquisite twin hills of her absolutely bangin' ass. Let just say that by the looks of things; the gym liked her and so did this pair of hands! A voice spoke.

"Are you going to be ready soon?"

"Yes," Nancy answered," just a couple more minutes.

"This is my favorite part of the night," came the voice.

"Mine too," she agreed, "my head and heart always feel like they're racing."

"It's the thrill of the hunt," the voice observed, "I love to see you getting ready for it."

"And my outfit?" she asked.

"I've laid out something special," the voice reassured her, "I picked it out along with a special set of earrings. Oh... and I'm sure you'll love the shoes!"

"And you?" she asked.

"I'll be off with my usual entertainments," was the reply, "but if you need me, I'll be close by." There was pause and the voice corrected, "Well...WE'LL be watching close by!" There was a masculine chuckle and she brought one of the hands up to kiss in sincere gratitude.

"I love it knowing that you're always watching over me," she thought out loud reaching back and grabbing a hard cock behind her to stroke and rub it in her hand. Fingers then steered it up-and-down the groove to her ass cheeks in a little pre-date tease.

"Is she here?" Nancy asked.

"Yes," the voice answered," she's already had dinner and drinks. She arrived here ten minutes before you pulled into the drive. I've prepared her."

"Exquisite," Nancy said with an inquisitive smile, "and she knows who my special guest is?"

"No," he replied, "I want to enjoy that look on her face. To tell you the truth; it was quite a stroke of luck you were able to get him here."

"I know," she agreed, "quite a bit of irony in this evening; it would be criminal to waste it all!" She chuckled thoughtfully as though she was wicked queen from Snow White gazing into her magic mirror.

"We better get ready and take our places," he observed glancing at a large masculine watch on a powerful hairy arm," curtain call is in thirty-five minutes!"

"Ok... til then," Nancy answered.

"Til then...you look beautiful!" he answered and then she was alone in the room. She looked at the outfit that was laid out upon the bed. Her sex juiced with the satisfying knowledge that as she'd prepared; she'd been watched and loved, and adored... and now she'd be shared! The Sir had departed to get ready himself; for it was to be another wonderful night for BOTH of them and there was still plenty for both to do!

Dan wasn't exactly nervous as he drove to the address. Nancy had given it to him on the back of a cafeteria napkin before they'd both left the hospital. If you were to sum up his emotions as to how he felt, it was more or less a concern of being on time.

He'd asked her if he needed to bring anything and she mentioned her love of Margaritas but lamented that she'd run out of Tequila again. He told her that he'd hit a liquor store on the way over; a task that took all of five minutes, but a vehicle accident combined with late Friday commuter traffic had put him about fifteen minutes behind. It didn't help that the rusty heirloom he'd been driving had an AC system that was temperamental on a good day and so far this day didn't seem to be fitting in a category.

Here he was; tequila in a bag on the front seat...showered, shaved, and ready to go... and he was going no-place. He was stuck with a long line of cars ahead. Now to add insult to injury, his AC went out again and he began to get warm. He rolled down the window but it was still quite warm. Phoenix was being its characteristic late spring self!

Soon there was a little trickle of sweat running down his purple silk shirt as he sat in the "dry heat of the valley." This had an added effect. He'd slapped on cologne before leaving the shoe-box sized loft that he paid rent on. The expensive fragrance had been a gift from his sister and it now mingled with his sweat trickles in a sort of "pheromone stew" of untapped scent potential; an unintended but fortunate development, (although he was unaware of its beneficial effect at the moment). Mother Nature and Lady Luck were working overtime to make certain the evening was going to be a pleasant one!

As he reached the accident area ahead and then passed it, the traffic ahead began to speed up on the other side of the fender bender, (which fortunately had resulted in no injuries and only a few flaring tempers). Dan breathed a sigh of relief and with the hot desert air blowing through the window, his shirt dried and his mood improved. He was simply happy to be moving again.

At Nancy's place she was now dressed, ready, and pacing impatiently; like a cougar at the zoo in a cage that was too small. Where was he? He was now late and had been for some time. Then again, she reasoned...it was soooo like a doctor to keep a person waiting like this.

His tardiness didn't exactly make her angry; it built tension with her...anticipation. What was happening now was akin to the pretty girl being late to the dance and there was an ardent boy nervously pacing and waiting to see if she'd show. It was as if a role reversal of the sexes had occurred and it worked fantastically in Dan's favor. Anticipation and pheromones were now set to make sexual fireworks of epic proportions this evening!

She checked dinner on the stove. The Sir, had set the meal up for them both and even found an appropriate wine before stepping away with "the other." Now all Nancy had to do was shut-off the stove top and really; this was most desirable if Dan was bit tardy. It gave her "something to do" as she set the table and Dan wouldn't have to see her clattering around with pans!

Her phone buzzed. Dan had shot her a text that he was five minutes out after clearing a traffic jam. Everything was working for both now! She was anxious to get him through the door and he was now dry... and yet fragrant. What's more; as he came up the hill to the house the AC in his four wheeled relic came on and he took it as a sign that things would improve. He couldn't have been more correct!

The air was therefore a "perfect storm" of passionate atmospherics in the very air of the Sante Fe style home as Nancy answered the doorbell. She had a glass of wine in her hand and her green shorty dress hugged her form "just-so." Their eyes lit up in bit of an "AH! There you are!" sort of thing as the door came open. She met him with happy sweet words of welcome and he replied with a happy comment that she "cleaned up nicely!"

She giggled shyly and touched his arm in a calculated greeting as he instinctively did the little "kiss to the cheek thing;" where the lips end up someplace halfway between the cheekbone and the ear... not anything on the lips yet, but warmer than a handshake. She got a whiff of that "cologne-sweat stew" of his and swirled in her nostrils. A split second later the man-scent did a happy dance with the nervous tension in the back of her head; causing her to flush ever so slightly. There was now a bit of spark between him and her, and he'd only just stepped through the threshold.

The two took dinner on a rear veranda and enjoyed the last of the sun on that May Friday evening. In another calculated move as she led him out to the veranda before sitting down, she'd asked him he'd like some wine. Again she touched his wrists and flicked off an imaginary piece of nothing on his sleeve; grooming him as they walked. He answered that he would indeed, but instead of immediately finding a separate glass for him; she offered him the oversized glass of red in her hand to "try things before he completely made up his mind."

He took a sip touching her wrist now; making her clit pulse and twitch ever so slightly. She looked at the painstakingly prepared table and scowled in an exaggerated fashion that almost tipped her hand. She said that she'd forgotten to get a second wine glass for him at the table but he immediately said he was fine and not to bother. In a bit of stagecraft she acted as though she'd just had an epiphany and commented that with the size of the glass she had in her hand they could share it between the two of them. He smiled and said that was ..."perfect," as he looked into her eyes. The dance had begun.

Dinner was a series of more "calculations" on her part. She didn't seat him opposite her. She'd made a comment about the sun being beautiful in the west to see going down and that the best view would be afforded if they sat at the same corner of the long rectangular Santa Fe style table; with him and her at very tight right angles to each other. That way there was no distance... there was immediate intimacy. But that was not all Nancy had in her bottomless bag of tricks; not by a long shot!

Although she'd set two salad bowls out for them; it seems she'd only set out one entre plate, and she'd placed it precisely in the corner between the two of them. Nancy made a casual remark that she often liked eating with special guests off the same plate as it kept things more cozy and made the meal more special. He agreed it lent itself to better dinner conversations. She noted in the back of her mind that he wasn't shocked and therefore, she took it as a good sign. She became bolder with each move.

They chatted and ate. She kept offering him sips of wine from her glass; that much we've already established but each time she offered or he took a sip for that matter; she smile and batted those "come to mamas" of hers at him and she was sure to either touch his wrist or knee when he sipped. As they discussed the meal and the wide variety colorful items upon the oversized plate; she took special pains to every now and then say, "Oh try this, or have some of that," spearing the item with her fork and popping it in his mouth. A break-through came for her when she reached for her wine glass; only for it to be seized by him and brought up to her lips for a sip as he returned a smile that felt like the sun on a tropical beach. Pretenses were slowly melting away but the dance continued as they shared sips from the loving cup they'd established.

She now turned on some music for the meal, using a remote she'd "just left" on the table. He recognized it as jazz but couldn't make out who it was. He asked it were Miles Davis on the trumpet or Charlie Parker possibly playing sax. Nancy faked an embarrassed look and stared over into her salad bowl. She'd timed this move by figuring just how much of her oversized wine glass was left and by how much was left in the bottle of red on the table. He persisted; somewhat confused now and asked who the artist was. Nancy waited and dragged it out for a few seconds longer until with a heavy sigh she shared with him an interesting musical fact.