[M]eeting my hospital nurse while he’s o[f]f-duty.

I may have mentioned it before in one of my stories, but I'm a pretty…well, I'm sickly. I've been immune-compromised for about as long as I can remember because of a sickness I got when I was little, and I tend to get hospitalized rather frequently. I'm in an out of the hospital. The doctors and nurses there knew me from when I was little, and they're more of a family to me than my actual family. With mom and dad always gone, I'd come to know my surgeons, nurses, aids, and orderlies as the family I never had.

One of the nurses I grew up with was named Daniel. He was around 23 or 24, only a couple years older than I was. We met when I was five. He himself was being hospitalized as a cancer patient, while I was hanging around the visitors' waiting area because my grandma was getting her own check up. He'd snuck out of his room and we'd started playing – until his nurse ended up dragging him back to his room. From then on, I would visit the hospital more often, particularly his room, especially on weekends. He was like a brother to me. He'd help me study, we'd play together; he was one of the reasons why I wanted to be a doctor in the first place. Daniel finally left the hospital, cancer-free, when he was around fifteen. Thankfully they'd given him homeschooling (or hospital-schooling?) so he wasn't too far behind in school.

Anyway, Daniel and I were kind of like buddies. Over the summer, some friends and I helped out at the hospital he worked at in order to get a feel of things. However, the closer my freshman year got, the less hours I spent there. Eventually I stopped going altogether and stayed home most of the time fixing up all the shit I had to prepare for college.

Daniel texted me and asked if we could hang out. Of course I said yes. I kind of missed the guy. Daniel's definition of "hanging-out" was literally just Netflix and chill. That was his life outside of work – Netflix and chill. I used to tease him for being a herbivore because he never talked about girls or girlfriends or anything related to sex.

He, on the other hand, knew everything about my sex life.

While getting ready, I started panicking over the sudden disappearance of all my underwear. Well…it wasn't really sudden. I'd packed everything and was wearing my last pair. A part of me started to wonder what would happen if I didn't wear underwear and just went commando. Another part got pissed off with the part that suggested it, while the rest of me chorused in agreement: I wasn't going to wear any underwear under my skirt on my day out with Daniel.

We met up at a coffee shop in the nearest shopping center. As always, we talked about the weirdest things – I never really cared about being sensical with Daniel. It was Daniel. He would laugh at my jokes, smile genuinely in photos with me, and always managed to make sure I was having a good day. I took this guy to my junior and senior dances, for chrissake. The only reason he wasn't at my graduation was because he had a shift to cover that entire day that was just sprung on him out of nowhere.

Daniel asked me about school, about college; I asked him about his forever-alone life and how things were at the hospital since my last visit. Crossing my legs would have been the biggest no-no, especially with my current underwear-less condition.

But it was exciting. What if someone saw? What if Daniel saw? I wasn't ashamed of what I had down there – hell, I'm downright proud of what I have down there. Anyone would be glad to see it.

After the coffee shop, we headed over to a huge bookstore they had nearby since Daniel said he found a book that would help me through both my pre-med and med courses. While walking through one of the shelves, I'd accidentally (no joke, it was a genuine accident) knocked over a stack of books they'd left standing up for decoration and bent down to pick it up.

It wasn't until I felt the breeze on my ass that I realized I was revealing my pussy to the entire world – particularly to Daniel.

"No one's around, right?" Was all I managed to say.

"Just me." Daniel sounded pretty darn nervous. Then again, why wouldn't he? The guy was an herbivore.

I don't really know why I did it, but I pressed my forehead against the floor and raised my ass up higher in the air for him to see.

"You don't want to do this. Trust me, you don't." Daniel sounded more nervous every second.

"If you think I'm scared of taking someone's virginity – "

"I haven't been a virgin for almost an entire decade, kiddo." He laughed at that. I felt him walk closer, then his fingers moving along my ass cheek. "You don't wanna know how many people I've done it with. Compared to your measly three, it's kind of a lot."

Holy shit. Well, that was a big shocker. So Daniel wasn't a virgin. Fuck.

Before I managed to say anything else, Daniel slapped my bare pussy. I almost screamed. That was…new. Hot.

"Sshh, sshh. Someone might hear." He ran his fingers up and down my opening, gently playing with my clit. I felt my knees shaking. "You're going to have to stay extra quiet while we do this, yeah?"

I should have said fuck no – I sucked at quiet. "Okay."

"Have you ever done it in a public place?" I felt his fingers in my hair. He pulled me up until I was almost standing, then pressed me against one of the shelves, sandwiched in between him and the books. I felt his hips digging into my stomach. Daniel was an entire head and a half taller than I was. He had one hand in my hair and another holding both my arms in front of me. "You'll enjoy it," he said. "You can bet on that."

We were just looking at each other for awhile. I was stuck in between the books and him and his boner was up against my stomach. Before I knew it, I had my legs around his waist and his fingers were inside my pussy, going in and out irritatingly slow.

Daniel ran his tongue up and down the length of my throat, behind my hear, down towards my shoulder. I covered my mouth with my hand to stop anyone from hearing. He tugged my shirt down with his free hand and forced my boobs out of the opening. He tugged both out of the cups on my bra. He took my free hand, unwound my legs from around his waist, and stepped away, taking his fingers out in the process. He put one of my hands over my pussy and the other hand on one of my tits.

"Touch yourself."

I looked around on either side of the shelves. No one seemed to be passing by. Voices could be heard from the distance, but –

"Did you hear me?" He pinched my other nipple. I yelped. "I said, touch yourself. The way you want me to."

I pinched my nipple and squeezed and rolled it in my fingers. It was getting harder and harder. We'd barely done anything and I could feel how wet my pussy was. Just looking at Daniel standing there was enough of a turn on on its own. I rubbed shapes over my clit, my knees getting weak, finding it harder and harder to stifle any noises.

Daniel got down on his knees and took my hand away from my pussy. Without any warning, he shoved his face into my pussy, licking me, eating me out, without any pauses, no slowness, no gentleness, just pure pleasure. I wanted to scream. I did scream. I bit my lip and screamed into my mouth. My knees gave way and he sat me down on his shoulders, squeezing my ass with his free hands, massaging my ass cheeks. I squeezed his head with my thighs when I came – but he didn't stop. His tongue and lips assaulted my clit like it was no one's business and barely a minute passed before I came again.

"Face down, ass up." I fell to the floor and did just as he wanted me to. No thinking was even involved. "Are you on the pill?"

"No."

"Too bad, I don't have a condom on me." He slapped my ass – not even trying to be quiet. "Where do you want it?"

"Inside."

"Are you sure?"

"I don't really give a fuck as long as you screw me 'til I'm sore."

I heard him laughing. "Suit yourself." I heard him unzip his zipper, and he was in me. He wasn't the longest out of all the dicks I'd ever had inside – but he was definitely one of the thickest.

He started out painfully slow, barely moving, taking forever just to complete one thrust, like he knew it would irritate me. I whined for him to go faster. He happily obliged. One second, his pace was glacial, the next, he was pounding in and out of me faster than I could breathe. I was groaning on the floor, moaning and gasping and worrying about whether or not someone could hear us.

I wanted someone to hear us. Did I? No, of course not; but God, the fear was amazing. I wanted – no, I didn't, no –

Foot steps stopped in front of our hidden space between the shelves. "Is everything alright he – "

Daniel pulled me by the hair and positioned us so that my front would face whoever was standing there while he fucked me from behind. I could feel the air against my bouncing tits and my wetness running down the inside of my thigh as he fucked me faster and faster in front of whoever had walked in on us.

I couldn't even look them in the eye.

"We're busy," was all Daniel said. But there were no footsteps of the person going back. "What? Are you waiting for your turn?"

Turn?! Holy shit, oh god, no, he was a complete stranger, I couldn't –

"She's mine, asshole now fuck off!" Daniel yelled. The man ran off. Daniel slammed me against a bookshelf and fucked me even faster than I thought he was capable of, slamming in and out of me, stretching my pussy, squeezing my ass. He massaged my tits from behind. I felt his breath against my neck, getting faster and faster. He was about to cum.

When he did, I felt it fill me up. His cum dripped out my pussy when he pulled out. I was spent, tired, sweaty, I looked like a complete mess. Daniel turned me around so my back was against the shelf and kissed me. It was the soft and gentle kind of kiss you'd expect after a first date.

"Make sure you come back when you can." Daniel fixed his zipper. "I'll make you a whore for public sex, best believe it."

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3hgpgv/meeting_my_hospital_nurse_while_hes_offduty