M Jacobs - Hot pants nurse

Janice Roberts knew what was coming. She felt a shudder of disgust rush through her when she saw Dr. Clark sauntering down the hall toward her. He walked with the cocky air of a man who thought he could have anything he wanted, and Janice knew that he wanted her.

It wasn't that Janice wasn't interested in men.

Her womanly instincts were as easily aroused as any other thirty-three-year-old woman's. It was just that she had dedicated herself so completely to her nursing profession that there really wasn't any time in her life for men. She spent as much time at Harper General Hospital as she possibly could, long hours of hard work that most of her colleagues would have, shunned. She spent her spare time reading the latest medical journals and keeping abreast of new advances in the profession. She was the most knowledgeable nurse at Harper General, and the most frustrated.

Janice had been frustrated for most of her life, the result of the endless moralizing of her old-fashioned and restrictive parents. Her parents had built a wall around her, a wall that was supposed to protect her from the wickedness of the modem world. Ever since high school, she had been drilled in the wicked ways of men, the ways they had of making young girls compromise their morals. Janice hated to admit it even now, but she had always wanted her morals to be compromised.

Janice realized that her parents had recognized her natural desire to be loose. Faced with such tendencies, they had increased their efforts to isolate her from the world. They had fought against her desire to become a nurse, preferring that she spend the rest of her days in a convent. Only with the greatest of difficulty had she persuaded her parents to let her devote her life to nursing. Her choice of a profession had been accepted, as long as her dedication to it was to be complete.

Janice's parents had died two years earlier in an automobile accident, but the shadow they had cast over her still remained, although she thought she was beginning to see the glimmer of light from time to time. Janice knew that there was nothing now to keep her from living her life the way she wanted to live it, but casting off the shackles of her parents' ridiculous morality wasn't as easy as it seemed.

She wanted to look up and smile at Dr. Clark as he walked down the hall toward her. She wanted to let the sparkle in his blue eyes make her feel warm inside, but something kept her from letting go. She knew that he was interested in her, knew that he would jump at the chance to take her out. But what would she do if she let herself succumb to her desire for masculine warmth. Would he use her cruelly? Would he hurt her in the process of taking her virginity? These were questions she knew she should have asked herself years before, questions, however, that she would never have dared ask until now.

Janice wanted desperately to experience all the things she could have experienced years before, but she was afraid that it was too late. Her image of herself was far from attractive. She couldn't believe that any man could find her attractive. And yet, Dr. Clark wasn't the first man who had flirted with her. She was beginning to open up to the possibility that she really did have what it took to catch and hold a man's attention. She had no idea what she would do with his attention once she had caught it.

Janice had looked down at the floor as soon as she had seen the glimmer in his eye. She tried to return the smile he was flashing at her, but instead raised her head and stared defiantly ahead of her, clutching Mr. Dexter's file tightly and pretending not to have seen him.

Janice felt a shiver of fear pass through her when, instead of passing her by, Dr. Clark stopped and grasped her arm. His touch sent a shock through her body. She thought she would faint on the spot.

"Dr. Clark!" she gasped, her body stiffening.

"I just wanted to feel you to see if you're really flesh and blood under that uniform!" the handsome young doctor said.

"Please, Dr. Clark!" she said, her heart pounding.

"It's hard to believe that someone who feels so soft and warm could be so hard and cold outside!" the doctor said, his hand running down over her arm.

"But… I…" the frightened woman stumbled. "I'm not! Not really…"

"You've fooled me!" Dr. Clark said. "Why don't you look at me, Nurse Roberts? You have beautiful eyes. Blue, aren't they?" he asked softly, putting his hand under her chin and lifting her face toward his.

Janice wanted desperately to tell him she wasn't really cold, that she was aloof only through force of habit. She wanted to tell him that her heart fluttered every time she saw him. She wanted to tell him that she was terribly lonely and needed the warmth that he and many of the other doctors at the hospital seemed eager to give her. She wanted to throw her arms around the bold young man and tell him that she was his for the asking, but something held her tongue.

"A beautiful woman like you shouldn't hide in a hard shell. You should enjoy life, Nurse Roberts! You should let yourself go! Go out! Be a woman for a change instead of some kind of starched nurse doll! You're the mast beautiful woman at Harper General! Let yourself live!" Dr. Clark said with great sincerity.

"But I… I'm not… not beautiful." Janice stumbled, her eyes misting. "I'm… I'm plain."

"Come off it, lady!" the doctor laughed softly, his deep brown eyes glittering as she looked into them for the first time. "You can't fool anybody with this act! You can't hide a face like this by tying your hair back! And you sure can't hide a body like that under this uniform!"

Janice blushed uncontrollably. She had always wanted to hear the things Dr. Clark was telling her, even though he was embarrassing her terribly. Her womanly instincts were coming to life as he held her arm and forced her to recognize her femininity. She felt a strange warmth radiating from him, a warmth that coursed through her and went all the way to her young cunt.

"Please let me go, Doctor," she said weakly, her body shivering with strange excitement, her heart fluttering.

"I'll let you go, Nurse Roberts… Janice isn't it?" he said. "But I'll keep working on you until you agree to go out with me some night! Why not give up and make it tonight?"

"I… I can't… not… not tonight… I… I have an engagement!" Janice gasped.

Janice felt as if another pair of lips were forming her words. She tried to force the right words to escape her lips, the words that would tell her admirer that she was interested in him, but it was no use. She was refusing a man again, and it was tearing her up inside.

"Okay, Janice. Not tonight. But remember that I'm going to keep after you until I loosen you up a little. Think about it. It might be fun to let yourself live for once!" he said, finally releasing her arm and walking away.

It wasn't easy for Janice to get control of herself when Dr. Clark left her. She was shaky for an hour after the confrontation. She tried to get hold of herself by sifting in the nurses' lounge for awhile, but that wasn't good enough. There were too many nurses around and she thought she needed to be alone. It was rather obvious to everybody that Janice had a problem, and more than one of the nurses offered their understanding and help, but she was unable to accept. Finally she sneaked out of the place and leaned back against the wall outside, breathing deeply.

Her heart was still racing, her pussy still warm and tingling from the doctor's masculine touch. He had only touched her arm, and still her entire body felt as if it had come alive after a long sleep. She was at a loss to explain the way she felt. It was terribly confusing for her at first, but she soon came around to the conclusion that he had awakened in her some instincts that she had long denied. She was almost feeling that the experience might just turn out to be a good one when she heard her name mentioned in the nurses' lounge. She moved closer to the door and listened.