Lust in the time of COVID: a case study on the effects of sexual frustration on doctor-nurse relationships. [MF]

I’ve been mulling over whether or not to tell this story for a little while now. Today I was reminiscing about a few fond memories, and decided to share. I’m not a big fan of medical memoirs and this is an erotic story not a new volume of This Is Going to Hurt, so I’ll keep the job description to a minimum – but I’ll give a little context. Obviously details have been changed to preserve anonymity. **If you’d like to skip to the fun stuff, look for the bold text.**

I’d been assigned to the acute medical team of a London hospital in August 2020, that happy time in between waves of COVID where we pretended for a while like it had all gone away. I’m a junior doctor, with enough years under my belt now to manage most things on my own, with a little bit of senior advice here and there. As a junior doctor, my role was to work on the ward day to day, making ward rounds, chasing up outstanding tasks, seeing new admissions and managing deteriorating patients. Overnight I’d manage the ward on my own, calling the registrar for major emergencies I couldn’t solve on my own. That’s where I met Charlie (obviously not her real name).

Charlie was one of the band 6 nurses on the unit. Still junior enough to be doing patient-facing work, but experienced enough to be one of the more senior nurses on the ward. We were around the same age, but owing to the length of a medical degree she had graduated a few years ahead of me. She’d spent the time working her arse off on the ward whilst I was messing around in university. Charlie had seen a lot, done a lot, and was very, *very* capable. Nothing ever seemed to fluster her, and she was often assigned the most challenging or unwell patients.

Charlie and I quickly hit it off. It turned out that as well as being a highly skilled nurse she had a dry sense of humour and could talk rings around me. To top it off, she had smooth olive skin, messy shoulder length chestnut hair, and curves that couldn’t quite be hidden by the baggy, shapeless scrubs we all had to wear (no sexy nursing tunics here – another COVID rule). The intelligent, lively hazel eyes visible above her mask gave me goosebumps if I held her gaze for more than a few moments. Despite rarely getting to see her face below her mask, I was immediately attracted to her. I didn’t think it would go anywhere, but over the long shifts we formed a sort of flirty friendship.

Que the second wave of COVID that winter. All of a sudden it was goodbye to our social lives, and hello to extra shifts. The acute medical team took the brunt of COVID admissions, so we got pretty busy. And, of course, lockdown meant a serious slump in this single young doctor’s sex life. Fortunately, it turned out that I wasn’t the only one feeling the frustration.

A Friday night shift, first of three over the weekend. The unit was enjoying a rare moment of calm, and my tired brain started to think of bed. Overnight the ambulatory care unit is deserted, and when the opportunity presents itself you can sleep on the examination couches. Luxurious. The nurses need to be able to contact you though, and being bleeped (paged) is painful, so I gave my number to the nurse in charge so that she could call me if there were any problems.

“Charlie, I’m going to get a bit of sleep. Here’s my number – call me if there’s any drama”.
“Giving me your number are we?” she responded, holding my gaze for just a little longer than necessary.
I fumbled for a response, like the smooth-talking lothario I am.
“Better safe than sorry” I said and retreated to my examination couch, kicking myself at my awkwardness.

That morning I got home from work, and was getting into bed when I received a text message:
“You’ll have to show me where you sneak off to sleep. I never get to sleep on my breaks”.
“Maybe if things are quiet tonight”, I responded “we can take our breaks together and I’ll show you”.
My phone buzzed: “It’s a date”.

I arrived at work that night with a little bit more enthusiasm than usual. Maybe this was just Charlie being Charlie, but a man can hope. My heart beat a little faster when I noticed that she was wearing more eyeliner than usual, and faster still when she pulled down her mask to ostentatiously wrap her red-painted lips around the opening of her coffee cup. In those days of lockdown, it didn’t take much to get my pulse racing.

Work happened. A few minor emergencies, some new admissions, lots of little jobs. But just like that, around 3am, I once again found myself sat at the nurses station next to Charlie with nothing else to do.

This was my moment. I looked Charlie dead in the eye, and uttered the killer line I’d been perfecting in my head all night.

“Fancy a break?”
Charlie raised an eyebrow. Held my gaze. Lowered her mask, showing me the deep red of her lipstick.
“I could do with some time off the ward. Lead the way… doctor”.
My mind was racing as we walked the short distance to the ambulatory care unit. We spoke, but I don’t remember what about. Arriving at the door to the ambulatory care unit, I opened it for her.

——————————-**Fun Starts Here———————————————**
Charlie stopped into the doorway, her body inches from mine.
“Only one bed? I suppose we’ll have to make do… won’t we”
She lowered her mask again, and her breath was warm on my cheek.
“Wait outside for just a few minutes.” she whispered.

They were the longest two minutes of my life. Standing outside the room, my heart racing, my imagination ran wild. What was she doing in there? How long should I wait? I decided it had been long enough. I knocked and entered.

Charlie was perched on the edge of the examination cough. She had shed her mask, and her messy dark hair had been released from its ponytail to frame her face. Her full, dark red lips were parted in a seductive smile. But most of all, I remember her scrub bottoms, neatly folded on a chair with her underwear perched on top of them. I’m still amazed that I remembered to turn away for a moment and lock the door behind me.

No more words. She met me in the middle of the room as I walked towards her, and our lips met. She was soft, warm, and inviting. I felt her sigh into my mouth as our tongues ran over one another, and she playfully bit my lip. My hands were everywhere, around her waist, running through her messy hair, grabbing her soft round arse.

Our bodies ground against one another as Charlie’s hands wandered downwards, caressing my rock hard cock through the thin material of my scrub bottoms. With a deft movement she untied the knot of the drawstring holding them up and I stepped forwards out of them, pushing her backwards until she was sitting on the examination cough with her legs open to welcome my body.

I moved my mouth from hers, along the line of her jaw to kiss and nibble her ear, then down to her neck. She moaned softly as I gently bit the skin of her neck. She slid her hand down the front of my boxers. Her soft, cool hands were heaven against the warm skin of my dick.

I pulled away for a moment. I had to see all of her. I lifted the hem of her scrub top and she briefly stopped caressing my cock to raise her hands above her head. Taking off her scrub top I was greeted by a view of two soft, brown B-cup tits held within the thin, see through material of her bra. One pierced nipple was visible through the mesh. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

Charlie tugged expectantly at my boxer shorts, and I slid them off as I pushed her back onto the bed.
“Oh, doctor” she sighed, clearly as turned on by the doctor-nurse relationship as I was. My tongue made its way down to her breasts, and I tugged the bra down to free her pierced left nipple. The metal felt cool against my tongue, hard against my teeth, and she stifled a moan. My mouth roved lower past her navel, and to her inner thighs. I looked up at her perfect, glistening labia.

Wasting no time, I ran my tongue the length of her clit, and then gently sucked it into my mouth. Moving my tongue in slow circles I gently licked at her most sensitive areas, momentarily teasing the head of her clitoris before returning to flicking left and right over the length of her clit. I sucked gently at her clitoris as my fingers teased her opening before sliding inside to her warm, tight wetness. I massaged her G spot slowly, gently, as my tongue gradually moved faster and more regularly. Charlie was breathing hard and fast, raggedly, and I knew she was close to coming. I focussed all my attention into gently stimulating the head of her clit, sucking gently as the tip of my tongue flicked up and down, up and down. Her hands were wrapped in my hair, her thighs clenched around me. Charlie shuddered as she came silently, a hand over her mouth.

As Charlie’s breathing steadied I kissed my way back up her body, before gently touching my lips to hers, gazing into her beautiful face. I felt the double air of our mingled breath in my mouth. Once I judged that she’d recovered sufficiently, I whispered in her ear:
“Bend over, nurse”
“Yes doctor”.

Charlie’s arse displayed in front of me was the sort of thing I fantasied about – and still do. Large, round and soft, with her tiny hole peeking back up at me. She took my rock hard cock in her hand, and positioned it at her opening. It was soft, it was wet, it was irrisistable. I have no idea how I managed to ask her:
“Are we… safe”
“Yeah”
That was all I needed. As a doctor I should preach safe sex, but then again if you can’t trust a nurse what is the world coming to?

I slid into her wet, tight entrance. She was almost unbearably tight, and it felt better than I can describe. I almost came there and then, but managed to control myself with a great effort. Charlie groaned as I started to slide in and out of her, her backside bouncing against my hips as she backed up against me.

I can’t claim that I gave her the pornstar fucking of a lifetime. But for those few minutes, I felt like a king or a god. Watching Charlie bouncing against me, bucking her hips and moving her arse in circles around my cock in unison with my thrusts, I don’t think I’ve ever felt happier. Feeling her wetness, her muscles tightening around my shaft was almost indescribably pleasurable.

I knew I couldn’t last long. “I’m going to cum” I gasped, eloquent as ever. Charlie said nothing, but moved her hips even faster. One hand on her arse, one hand wrapped in her hair I let go, cumming deep inside her wet, tight pussy.

My heart slowed as I basked in the afterglow of a fantasy come true. Charlie and I were lying on the couch, her head on my chest and my hand running idly through her hair. She looked up at me, smiled seductively, and our lips met again.

Just then, the hour timer she’d set on her phone went off. Charlie’s break was over, and nurses can’t overstay their breaks. She jumped, and then looked apologetically back at me. “Duty calls” she said, pulled on her scrubs, and was gone from the room.

For the rest of the shift, we acted like nothing had happened. That is, except for the text messages telling me that my cum was still leaking from her pussy every time she sat down or bent over.

Needless to say, that wasn’t the last time my cum was dripping out of Charlie’s pussy at work…

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