After qualifying as a nurse I was propelled into marring hubby
one. Two reasons for this, firstly we had decided to go an live in the states and second stupidly I thought I was pregnant. Also my pig of a husband to be just kind of control freaked me into it. The girls where all kisses and cuddles when I told them. When I said that the wedding was in under six weeks they where speechless to well past the marriage by date.
I knew that getting married would lead to a hen night and some
celebration. I was both looking forward to it and not. I was hoping fora stripping but the whole wedding thing was causing a bit of a damper on that excitement.
We’d just moved into the newly built unit and hadn’t really yet got our bearings. I was wondering around the unit looking for the cupboard we’d stored the battery packs in for a piece of equipment. A friend off another ward on the unit came out of a room ahead of me and said, “Here have you scene this”. So stupidly I walks over to put my head into the room. She gave my back a really good push as I was at the threshold and I stumbled in saving myself from falling. “It’s a nude nurse” was her comment to go with the push.
Three of my other friends where waiting for me and it didn’t take long for them to deal with the basics. Shoes off and dress zip down. In the move to the new units we had also been re-uniformed. The hats had gone, the belts had gone, and health and safety had insisted on no pockets. My previously beautiful blue dress had turned into a washed out greyish blue with a hint of green. All trained nurses wore this colour irrespective of rank and auxiliaries and students wore white. I am pleased to say the local public outcry plus nurses complaints and a few minor patient care errors had this decision reversed within the year.
So there was less to strip and less fiddly bits so the strippings where much faster. I tried to pull my two friends that where pinning my arms down over but they had to good a hold of me and where really stable on the floor. Once the dress was unzipped it was really over for me. One friend pulled it up over my head sending me into not darkness but not being able to see and therefore co-ordinate my resistance with their activity. The bra was unhooked and I lifted myself up to avoided the bra pull which when laying face down on the floor can be painful. As I did this my other friend at the door grabbed my tights and captured my panties on the way to strip me in affect naked. My wild kicking slowed the final inevitable removal down but they where soon off like my dress and bra.
“Your going to christen the unit” my close friend said. “No way” I said She just nodded and picked up my clothes. “You can’t” I exclaimed. She just nodded. “What do I have to do” I said and now she smiled. Once I’d agreed to there demand I was shaking like a leaf a very wet one. I stood and covered as best I could but my black bush was clearly visible and my sizeable breasts poked out awkwardly.
I poked my head out of the room my friends being very considerate and holding the door for me. I stepped out no one around at least I get this bit over unseen. I pitter-pattered my way up the wide open area. On my left was office accommodation and meeting rooms with one done out as a training room. Then you had three big lifts with stair wells either side before you then had another row of offices, meeting rooms etc. On the right at each very end you had a single room which became on call bedrooms for the doctors. Otherwise every door led to a store room. At about halfway between the end and the middle lift was the entry to two wards. My current ward being the furthest away.
The most alarming thing was that at each end of this wide area where two full length windows which provided the bright day light. Fortunately in those early days being on the third floor we where not directly over looked. But it still added to the psychology of being naked in the open.
I decided that as much as I knew all the nurses on the other ward as
well as the nurses on my ward I’d start on their ward and leave mind to last. As I approached the ward door it automatically swung open and the noise poured out. I had no idea what I would face. I knew that patients most probably would be in the bays have morning observations and medicine. Staff would be about there duties. The likelihood would be that doctors or porters would be lurking, and perhaps one of the maintenance guys checking on a reported fault of which there where still a few.
I took a deep breath and high tailed it down the ward as fast as my
covered body could go. As I ran past sister’s office bottom to the
office I heard one of the students exclaim and sister and her got up and came into the ward corridor to see the last half of my streak before turning the corner. They shouted and applauded which mad all the nurses turn to the corridor and a good few caught sideways glances of my naked body as I ran passed bay doors. I turned the corner to be faced with two student nurses wheeling a patient from the lower bathroom. Fortunately he was being backed out in a wheelchair so he did not get a look at me but the nurse backing the wheelchair out did and the other that was still in the bathroom at the front of the chair did as I shoot past.
I crashed through the doors which joined my ward to this ward running very hard now nearly breathless with excitement and exercise. Sister saw me straightaway being at the nurses station and called out. ‘sandra’s streaking” well that did it didn’t it. By the few seconds that it took to reach the corner of the ward layout to run back up out of the ward they where all at bay doors looking down to the nurses station. They whistled and applauded. A number two or three male patients now got a view of a very naked staff nurse running up a ward. I can remember a few nightdresses as well so a few female patients would have seen. But worse was to come as I reached the end of the ward before I got to the trigger point the automatic doors opened and two doctors where just entering well I had no choice but to run right through the middle of them.
I was now back in the wide space and heading for my next required
destination. I was told that my uniform would be waiting for me in the same room that I was stripped in but one floor above or below. I decided that since below was all ready occupied but above was empty they’d go for occupied and the chance of me being seen. I wasn’t going to use the lift so took the first stairs. Once in the stairwell I had the real horror. The outside wall of the well was solid glass and overlooked the parking lot and town and well flats. So you had high potential to be seen. It took about 15 seconds to get down the two half-flights to the second floor.
I pulled the door open and stepped into the wide open area to see two maintenance men at a door to a cupboard fixing the automatic closing and locking system. I had no choice but to brazenly run down to them and passed them. The taller of the two I recognised from a previous encounter recorded here. The younger one looked as though he’d just left school and his eyes just popped at seeing a very naked 23 year old woman. Still today and he’s now a senior manager he can’t look at me without blushing. You can imaging what effect it as on me.
I reached the room which was just past them they both followed me with their eyes. The door was locked. ‘did you see some nurses with clothes” I asked. “No” the older one said. The younger one was just stood there gob smacked. I had no choice but to once more run past them and head for the nearest stairs to me now which would bring me out quite close to the room. It took much longer to claim up four half flights of stairs to reach the top floor. Thinking that no one would be around I just pulled the door open and not bothered with covering stepped out into the wide open area.
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