M Jacobs: Hot pants nurse

"Have you ever seen Janice with a man?" she heard a voice ask.

"Janice wouldn't know a man if one jumped on her, Della!" another voice said in a mocking tone.

"And I don't think that's likely to happen, girls!" another voice laughed.

"Certainly not! Good grief! The way she does her hair!" a voice that sounded a lot like Nurse Wade's laughed.

"And her attitude! She acts like an old lady! Do you know I don't think she's gone out with a man the whole time she's been at General!" another nurse laughed.

"I don't think we should be too hard on the poor dear!" a voice that Janice recognized as her friend Lois said softly. "She's a sweet person! She's just shy with men, that's all!"

"All the same, I think it's awful the way she hides behind that silly hairdo and those cold manners! You'd think she was made of wax!" another voice chided.

Janice had heard enough. She almost staggered away from the lounge, so shattered was she at hearing herself discussed so unkindly. She thought she could escape by walking away, but it was no use. She had to walk by the doctors' lounge, and what she overheard there made her gasp. She was being discussed by the doctors too!

"Hey, Joe, I saw you talking to Janice Roberts! What the hell was that all about?" a voice asked.

"Yea, Joe! Don't you know that Nurse Roberts talks to no man?" another masculine voice called.

"Hell, you guys, it's worth a try! She's a good-looking woman under that uniform and the granny hair!" Dr. Clark said.

"Oh, sure she is!" one of the doctors laughed.

"He's probably right, Ed!" someone else piped up. "She's got a beautiful ass on her!"

"Come to think of it, she does have some nice tits!" another doctor said.

"I asked her out three times, boys. It's like asking a mannequin out! I don't think she even heard me the first time!" Dr. James said, shaking his curly head.

"A woman like that is better left alone!" another doctor said with obvious contempt.

Janice had heard enough. Tears welled up in her eyes. So that was what her colleagues at the hospital thought of her. She knew that she was mousy, but she had no idea that she was talked about by her so-called friends. They laughed at her, considered her less than a woman. She was filled with anger, filled with the sudden desire to strike back.

Janice managed to keep her emotions under control until she left the hospital that evening. She went right home that night and had a good cry. It had been a long time since she had let her frustration out that way, and she felt much better afterwards.

It was strange, but Janice felt that she had discovered something about herself that day. She had reached the end of her rope. She would have to change her lifestyle, or suffer for the rest of her life in her self-imposed isolation. She realized that she had something of the feminine charm that other women had. Her only problem was that she was afraid, terribly afraid, to use it to her own advantage.

She stood before her full-length mirror, wiping the tears from her eyes and staring at herself. Her hair had fallen around her face, framing it. She had long beautiful hair, hair that should have been allowed to fall around her shoulders instead of being tied behind her head. She looked more like an old maid than a young woman. She picked up her brush and smoothed out her hair. She was quite satisfied with the result. But long flowing hair was not enough to change her self-image, she had to assess her other feminine attributes.

Her lips quivering, Janice took off her dress and posed before the mirror. She let her garment fall at her side. Turning, she realized that her body was much more beautiful than she had ever given herself credit for. She unfastened her bra and pulled it away, letting her full firm breasts burst free of their confinement. She lifted her breasts and watched as her nipples stiffened and stood out from her goose-pimpled aureoles. She thrust out her full firm tits and turned in profile. She was feeling more and more sure of herself all the time, more and more certain that she had what it took to attract and hold a man's attention.

She took a deep breath and dared to push her silk slip down over her curvy waist. She stepped out of it and hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties. When she pushed the flimsy garment around her ankles she ran her hands over her naked thighs. They were soft and smooth, thighs that were meant to be felt by a man's hands. She tangled her fingers in the nest of dark brown hair between her legs. If only a man's fingers were playing there. Her pussy was heating up in spite of her efforts to control herself. She had masturbated many times before, but now she found herself longing for a man. She rubbed her furry cunt until she had to sit down. Her legs shook with excitement as she stimulated the dampening mound of her cunt.

She sat down on her vanity chair and spread her long lithe legs, opening her cunt obscenely. She knew that she should be ashamed of herself, but her mind was filled only with thoughts of hot sex. She was certain that she could drive a man wild by opening her legs so lewdly, knew that the sight of her hot wet cunt would drive a man mad with desire for her. She had what it took, and she had to allow herself to use it.

It was high time that she broke out of the shell that had held her prisoner for so long. As she played with the dewy lips of her cunt, she tried to imagine how it would be to have sex with a man. She imagined a man, a man like Dr. Clark on his knees between her spread legs, his tongue racing up and down between her dewy cunt lips.

Janice could almost feel his tongue tickling her little clit, making her hot twat shiver and shudder deep down inside. Sparks flew in her cunt. She felt tension building between her legs as she manipulated her seething pussy lips. Her imagination was filled with the most deliciously exciting images of fucking and sucking.

She felt Dr. Clark push his long eager tongue all the way inside her hot cunt-hole, licking her inner flesh and making her cunt flow with tasty honey. She felt him insert a finger in her twat and begin moving it in and out like a small stiff cock. She felt her cunt grasp the imaginary man's finger and hold it inside her.

"I need cock!" she heard herself moan in the heat of her self-stimulated passion. "Put it in me!"

The hot-assed woman felt Dr. Clark nibbling her hot little clit, actually felt his teeth against her sensitive cunt-flesh even though she was only imagining him there between her legs. She felt his lips pressed hard against her rubbery cuntlips, felt his finger still working inside her as he sucked and licked her hot pussy.

Janice closed her eyes tightly and imagined feeling the hard head of his swollen prick pushing against her naked cunt. She felt his lips pressed hard against her rubbery cuntlips, felt his finger still working inside her as he sucked and licked her hot pussy.

Janice closed her eyes tightly and imagined feeling the hard head of his swollen prick pushing against her naked cunt. She felt the heat of his cock searing into her seething cunt, seeming to melt her. Her cunt tightened as if to keep the imaginary cock out of her, tightened even though she wanted nothing more than to take his jerking rod inside her.

The wild sensations in her hot cunt were so real that she could hardly believe it. Her imagination was going wild with naked desire, desire that had been submerged for so very long. She knew that she would have jumped on any man and forced him to fuck her if one happened into her bedroom. She had never been so hot and horny in her life. She felt alive with a completely new set of feelings, the feelings of lust and feminine passion. If fucking was anything like she imagined, she would enjoy every minute of it.

"Fuck me hard, darling!" she heard herself beg as the imaginary cock pushed farther and farther into her hot cunt. "Move it inside me! I want it! I need it!" she gasped.