It was mid September, a Thursday, I was working a late with sister, and senior staff. Vicky the older SEN was on duty as well. Strangely none of the students had been rotated on. Sister had been well peculiar all day. She kept preventing me from stacking the laundry supplies, one of my normal routine jobs, we’d even laughed over some of the lengths she’d gone to, to stop me. Night sister came on very early and took the handover without the rest of the night staff. Then the night staff was late. The senior staff came up to me quietly and said, “Don’t rush off, you’ll be needed” Eventually the night staff arrived but before we could go sister now insisted on me and the older SEN Vicky putting the laundry away. I was very confused, and to be truthful a little miffed. I was tied after a long shift; I could have put the laundry away countless times. Vicky was even more miffed than me. She wanted to know why sister, and both staffs where upset with her, she said she’d not done anything she was aware of to offend anyone of them never mine all three. Laundry away Vicky and I headed off for the changing rooms. As we got to the edge of the ward night sister called Vicky back to the telephone, so I left to change and go home.
I walked down the stairs and headed for the changing room at the far end of the corridor. Sister was waiting at the end and beckon me forward then said, “Come on, hurry, run, before Vicky comes”. I jogged up to her and she pushed me into the female changing rooms.
Some background and geography is needed here. Our hospital was a women’s hospital. Only female patients where admitted. There was a pre-labour ward, a labour ward, a post labour ward, and a nursery, and a SICNBU for premature babies. A female general surgery ward, a day surgery unit, a gynaecology ward, two medical wards, our geriatric ward, and then in two separate buildings a psychiatric unit, outpatients, teenage girl unit including a new mothers unit, physiotherapy, x-ray, occupational therapy, and all the admin officers.
I explain this to account for the fact that there was only a female changing room. My so-called changing room was the main utility room. It contained all the master electric switches, the piped gas valves, and the water valves. An area had been set aside with a table and chairs, and a few lockers. The porters and trade staff would use it when on site. Porters would come on at eight in the morning and go of around eight in the evening so I would have it to myself most of the time when changing. It had no toilets or showers. I missed not being able to shower at the end of a shift. In the yards you always showered before going home, it was such a habit that even when off, at the right time I’d go and have a shower just out of habit.
Now the female changing rooms where in effect built around this utility room. I’ll do my best to describe the geography. You entered the changing rooms by a single door from the corridor that led to a very small antechamber. A set of double doors led into the main changing/locker room. It would be about 25 feet by 15 feet. The 25 feet would run off immediately to your left, and too your right there was another set of double doors which led to the smaller changing room, for sisters. 15 feet away at the other end of that wall was another single door, which led to a short corridor, which ran to the shower room. This shower room was situated immediately behind, and also down the far side of the utility room I used to change. The shower room was an inverted L-shape the bit missing to make it rectangular was the utility room. To complete the geography for accurateness, a door down from the utility room led to another small antechamber then directly into the shower room. This door was always kept locked.
Once inside the changing room properly I was greeted briefly, as sister pushed me towards the door to the corridor, which ran down to the shower room, by senior staff and three third year student nurses. These would be on the third year night’s allocation on surgery and medical wards. “Stand here,” sister said to me when we where in the corridor “You’ll be able to see everything. Make sure you’re in the shower room opposite the double doors when we come through the sisters changing room,” and quickly disappeared back to the main changing room. The door closed and I took up position behind it looking through the porthole window.
At the end of this short corridor was an opening. It once had a door, but this had been taken away along time ago to be repaired and never brought back, the hinge holes and lock hole where still to be seen. When you entered beyond this point you stepped out into a large open area with a concrete floor. Immediately to your right was a set of double doors from the sister’s locker room, beyond them making the L-shape was the tiled back wall of the utility room. Immediately opposite you was four toilet stalls. Each had a strong wooden door, and the partition walls where tiled covered brick. The Victorian basins where served by high-level cisterns which flushed by pulling a chain. There was a wide-open gap between the end of the utility wall and the wall of the last stall, which give access to the bathing and showering area. There where two big bathtubs, then four private shower rooms, these had been toilet stalls at one point I think but had been converted to small shower room. At the end of this area to the right was the door to the antechamber. Next to it and running for a good 15 feet was a communal shower, rather like those found in swimming pools, with that standard sandy rough tile surface on wall and floor.
Sister and staff disappeared out of sight into the sisters’ changing rooms. I could just to say see the back of the student nurses as they looked into the sisters’ changing room. I could here through the wall the sound of locker doors; from the students I heard some little laughter and the occasional congratulatory comments and wondered what was going on. I began to wonder what the show was going to hold for me. Then my thoughts turned to the fact that I was stood in the female changing rooms. What would happen if some other female came in? There I’d be, she’d see me, call out “Peeping Tom” and I’d be hauled off in front of the beak. This got my nerves tingling and I was thinking perhaps I should slip off quietly and began to wonder if that other door could be opened from the inside.
What stopped me was my earlier thought that had been invaded by the thought of being discovered and arrested as a voyeur. I’d being trying to get my head around why the women did this. I had a chance here to observe a woman being stripped and hopefully see her reactions to it without her knowing I was around so that it would be her natural reaction when just being stripped by the girls. Would I find that they where just as horrified as when I was present. Or was it more the case of no big deal. Or even, and I was beginning to wonder about this, I think, before that night, but have certainly pondered it hard ever since the punishment shower, that they actually like it in some weird way. Perhaps it was even, and this thought probably wasn’t in my mind at that time, sexual.
So there I was stood looking through the window. I heard the double doors go but could not see who entered. There was then a shriek, followed by an “aahH” and although I could not see who had entered I suspected and recognised it to be the older SEN Vicky. “NO!” came a clear voice, then “NO…(at which point Vicky came into view, her arms held twisted behind her back by the taller two third years)…you have no cause”. “Please whatever it is you’re mistaken” the SEN went on. She had her back to me so I could watch without her seeing me. “Please let’s talk” she squealed trying to wriggle free from the grip of the two students.
“Get her down,” said senior staff. The spare third year put her knee into the back of the knee of the SEN and she buckle and crashed to the ground, the two other third years guiding her down. They pushed her forward so that she was now face down on the floor. I had to stand on tiptoes to see to the bottom of her feet. She was kicking like mad trying to make contact with anything or more likely anyone. The third years where far to practised at pinning first years down by now to be easily overpower by a SEN. “Right strip her” sister’s voice said. I was unable to see her or staff. “How far do you want us to go” the spare third year asked. “I just said didn’t I, strip her” sister snapped. Sister seemed very angry. Which was a surprise because she’d seemed perfectly all right with me all day. I then began to think that Vicky must have done something to annoy or upset her. The third year still confirmed the instruction, “Your sure, starkers?” “We’re not pupil nurses any more are we Vicky, we’re a grown woman, and grown woman get stripped completely, you should be thank full that its late and we can’t be bothered or we’d shave your pubes too”. This more than anything confirmed sister’s anger and rage towards the older SEN and made sister’s instructions clear. Has she’d been completing them the student had already removed Vicky’s shoes and was busy pull down the zip of her dress to her belt. She couldn’t pull the zip any further with the belt on so she started to tug it around the SEN’s waist to unbuckle it. Once unbuckled she pulled one end away over Vicky’s back but left it trapped beneath her. She then completed the pulling of the zip. The green dresses of the SEN’s meant they could get away with colourful underwear. I knew this from the odd glimpse when lifting patients, or they sat on beds for meetings. The older SEN had on a purple bra. It was back fastening and otherwise looked quite plain and ordinary from the back. The third years that were holding Vicky’s arms now used their free hands to pull the dress off her shoulders revealing more of the bra.
“Please why are you doing this” Vicky begged. “Why, I thought that would be obvious” sister said in a very gruff voice. “Please staff tell me, please, I’m sure I can explain” Vicky protested. “Well you thought it was so funny that me, staff, and sister where seen naked by Frank and you got away with it we thought we’d teach you a lesson”. “Please no, not a punishment shower. We agreed we’d not do them anymore” the SEN pleaded seeming to know her fate. “As, I recall, you where against us repelling them, since you invented them and got off on given them”, sister said.
This was the first time I’d heard the nurses talking about their antic so directly like that. That some of them got off on doing them, to the others. I knew that there where plenty of rumours about certain staff being lesbian and others bi-sexual. But could these pranks have some sexual motive. I suddenly felt very unsure of my act of voyeurism. It seemed wrong that I was watching this without Vicky’s knowledge. I was far to tired to worry about it to much, I was struggling to keep my eyes open as it was, mental effort would have closed me down. I found myself yawning, and trying to stay awake despite the fact that a fairly beautiful woman was being stripped completed naked in front of me.
The students now placed their free hands on Vicky’s wrist, which where held behind her back by their other hands, from above so that the dress’ sleeves where trapped between the two hands. Now by moving their first hands they could allow the dress’ sleeves to be removed by the other student without Vicky being released. The dress’ top was just under Vicky’s breast line. The spare student nurse now pulled the dress down, Vicky trying to push her body hard into the ground to stop her, but to no avail. It was moved firstly to her waistline, then off over her bottom, revealing the purple panties beneath the tights to match the bra. The underwear was smooth sheen nylon. Very well cut to fit snugly the orbs of her bottom. The dress was now pulled down and off the SEN’s legs despite, or even aided by her kicking. She was still pleading, now directly to the student nurses to be released.
“Come on this is taking to long” sister said, “Get her stripped”. The third year now reached for the SEN’s tights and pushed her hands in. “Oh please, oh don’t” Vicky pleaded but to no avail. The student pushed the nylon down and gathered the older SEN’s knickers with them. “NO!” she cried as the third year quite roughly pushed the tights and purple panties down over Vicky’s hips then forced then off over her bum against the force of her weight trying to keep them tight to the floor. “Owww, that hurts” Vicky said as the nylons where forced from under her, I imaging giving her a friction burn. Her naked bottom was now on show. It wobbled like a delicious jelly. It was well padded, not that Vicky was fat she just had a well-padded big arse compared to the rest of her frame. I would have liked that over my lap I thought, not that I was in any way inclined to spanking. The nylons where pulled down and off her feet. Vicky had stopped fighting; saving her energy for whatever was coming next. I think she had conceded the stripping. “Get the bra off her and then its into the showers with her” staff’s voice said. The third year reach up for her bra clip and undid it. The other two then reached down, the SEN said, “Wait” and raised her body up so that they could pull her bra up without it hurting. They pulled it off her arms and flung it away. Vicky now lay naked. Her lightly fading tanned body glowed under the strip lighting, no pun intended. I could see just a hint of pink between her slightly spread legs.
“Right get her up” staff shouted and the third years pulled her up still back to me and sister and staff. What happen next took my breath away. Sister and staff appeared. What you might ask was it about that that took my breath away. Well sister was wearing a lovely shinny black bikini, the type with a halter neck and two ear like tassels, which dropped down from the stitched knot, which kept the two cups together as one top. Her bikini bottoms where a brief style. Staff wore a maroon, itsy bitsy bikini, with a white line around the top’s cups and bottom’s waistband. It barely concealed her breasts, and left must of her bottom on show. They looked great. It was this that caused me to stir both physically and mentally. “Turn her around,” shouted sister, and the third years pulled her around. I leant a little way back just in case she caught a glimpse of me. But she was struggling to hard and concentrating on what was going on in her immediate area to notice anything or anyone else looking at her naked breasts, and pubic patch. “Right” said sister, “Time for the shower”. “Please, please, I‘ve learnt my lesson, I’ll have my birthday bath with Frank next year” I thought to myself, “I think your in for it much sooner than that love” I then felt a little tug of guilt for thinking such a terrible thought. Staff went to one side of Vicky and sister to the other; they raised her off the ground to carry her. “Right open the doors for us” sister said to the spare third year nurse. This was my cue. I ran along the corridor, into the shower room and positioned myself opposite the double doors between it and the sister’s changing room.
I stood waiting for the entrance. I was breathing heavily. Not just from the little run along the short corridor. The excitement of seeing Vicky stripped, then looking at her most ample naked bottom. Then her being stood up. I had the briefest of memories of her frontal nakedness, but I was sure I was about to get a really good look.
The double doors crashed open. Vicky was in mid plea. “Please can’t we…(they burst through the door) …work this out” Vicky was saying looking up at sister who in order to come through the door had turn inwards to Vicky’s central line, as had staff for the same reason. Vicky now seemed to freeze. The group took one more step to be fully in the room allowing the doors to swing back. Vicky slowly turned her head. She looked right at me. The colour drained from her face to be immediately replaced by a bright red glow. Her mouth dropped open. She bucked, trying frantically to get free and cover her naked body. “You fucking bitches, he can see everything,” Vicky screamed, the echo reverberating off the shower room walls. “Let me go please, you can’t its two humiliating in front of Frank” tears where rolling down her face, I nearly stepped in to call a halt but then I noticed what had been staring me in the face for the last 10 seconds. Her keel shaped breasts, which where alabaster smooth had the hugest brown nipples I’d ever seem. They were quite impressive by them selves, some woman would be proud to have them as breasts. I’d never seen such large round nipples, they seem to fill a good quarter of her breasts, in the middle was the bud part, it was like a doorstop, really, I’ve seen smaller doorstops. She was definitely getting off on this. Her pussy, which due to her legs being pulled mercilessly apart by sister and staff was fully on show, was puffed up like a large pink fluffy pillow. It was glistening with juices running over its engorged lips which where gapping open. She had the most, well; it was if she had a little penis rather than a clitoris. I’d heard of this condition, two much testosterone in the blood supply when she was being conceived. She was Amazonian. Her black bush was a wild wiry forest. It would have taken a lawnmower to deal with it, and it was obvious that she did in deed regularly shave, and wax it. She obviously shaved her armpits regularly you could she the mid-night black stubble shadow. This was a really treat. I’d never imagined she’d look like this, and I’d imagined often.
Sister and staff now spoke like a double act one after the other. “Well Frank what do you think of her tits” sister said. “There great!” I said. “And her pussy can you see everything or shall we spread her more” staff said puling the leg she was holding as she did. “Please know, Frank don’t look, not like that” Vicky said mournfully. “No Frank do look like that, have a bloody good look” sister said. “Please sister, its far more horrid than I thought it would be” Vicky said. “Well, did you know Frank that it was this little bitch, (Vicky tried to pull her legs closed, it was taking all four woman effort to keep Vicky up and on show) you dare close your legs and I’ll tie you butt naked to the front fence for the world to see. Did you know Frank it was this ugly, fat, pussy (neither adjective was a true evaluation of what I was looking at) that talked me, us, into allowing you to see all of all of us, then as the nerve when she’d avoided it, to bragged” sister said in a bit of a tirade. I was curious at what she said given that I hadn’t plan to stay employed as a nurse, and only at best her, senior staff, and Vicky would have had birthdays while I was covering for the sick auxiliary and have been seen by me, but perhaps that was the all of us, the others only coming into play when unexpectedly I returned.
“Well Frank have you seen enough for now or do you want to look at her ugly, fat pussy and tits some more” sister said. “Please sister don’t say those things they hurt more than Franks eyes,” Vicky said. I’d systematically looked at every inch of her; she’d followed my gaze with her own. She new exactly what I was looking at, she would blush with the knowledge of what I was seeing, that would cause a reaction on her body which I would react to very visibly through my thin white cotton uniform trousers. “Yes, I’ve had my fill for now” I said. They dropped her legs and the two third years pulled her up straight. “Turn her around let Frank have a look at her fat arse”. The third years spun her around. It was, as said, a very ample arse. It just called out to be felt but I resisted. “Bring her into the shower room” sister said and the third year led her off with me following.
I have to now back track a bit. I’ve concentrated on telling you about Vicky, but I had two other great looking women to voyeur, in just bikinis. They obviously deliberately dressed that way, I doubted it was for my pleasure; it obviously had something to do with a punishment shower. They where dressed to get wet. I could view quite a bit of sister and staff dressed like that. Both had lovely legs in different ways. Sister’s where very muscular, firm, they carried a little extra but enough to make her upper thighs sculptured, as apposed to in any way fat. There was a little hint of cellulite but obviously sister was on top of this. Sister’s feet where very remarkable, they were much longer than I expected. They where softly rounded as apposed to bony and hard. They had their toenails painted, which now seeing them again I remembered from her bathing. That day they where a sought of purple, today they where pink. The one thing that all this striping had done for me was to make me really look at woman, not just the three obvious bits, but also every bit. I began to notice little scars and wondered what tale lay behind them. Sister’s scar on the abdomen was in a curious place. Her belly button was pulled down because of the scar, and was crater like; it seemed to go in much further than it would naturally. Her breasts although covered where well supported, nice firm round, and wobbling like little jellies due to the fighting that SEN was putting up. Her arms because of lifting where very toned. Her hair as always was in a ponytail and I wondered what it would look like down. She had a pleasant face, her nose, matched her race if I can put it that way, since I’m not quite sure in these PC days how to say it. Her surname was Rymer.
Staff-nurse on the other hand as I have said before was all skin and bones. At 27, except for the younger auxiliary she was the youngest on the ward. She was also the tallest by about an inch or two, the older SEN just being shorter than her. I would say they both where around 5ft 10 to 11 inches, a good bit shorter than me, at 6 ft 2 inches. That’s not to say her long legs weren’t very much appreciated because they where. Her bikini bottoms, where the shortest cut, I’d seen to that date, not a thong but not far off, revealing for my delight most of her bottom cheeks. Which quivered with the exertion of holding the struggling SEN. What was more interesting was that her top had been knocked in the struggle and I could see her nipple pointing out. She seemed unaware of this. It wasn’t erect, not even a little firm, just normal; it was nice to see it naturally. Her small domed breasts where nothing in comparison to the marvels that I was looking at on the naked SEN. Her brown hair not kept in place by her hat was nicely flowing but needed a comb.
They carried Vicky into the communal shower. The students had handed her over to staff and sister. They’d pinned Vicky down by her out stretched arms. She was flat on her back. She’d closed her legs but I could still see her pussy lips swelling out. She tried to turn her lower body and raise her knees to further conceal her private area. “That’s right turn over, give Frank a good look at your arse, and I bet that ugly crack of yours too” sister said. It was true enough that when she rolled like she was I could she her pussy from the rear. She now turned flat on her back and was I think planning to bring her legs up to shield her breasts from view but then realised what this would do. She seemed then to resign herself to having her breasts on show, and the most tantalising glimpse of her pussy through the gorgeous thick black mop of hair.
“Right” said staff. “No, please, no, don’t” the SEN pleaded. Then the jet of water hit her smack on the pussy area. The powerful hose jet must have hurt such a tender part of her body. It caused her to completely lose her concentration and made her loosen the tight squeezing of the legs that she’d been doing to conceal her privates. For when the jet moved off to hit her breasts I could now clearly see her pussy. Now wet for other reasons but because of the coldness of the water red raw. She was thrashing about which just made her legs kick widely, she was truly screaming because of the power of the jet and its coldness; I could feel the ice stood where I was. “No, no” she said through gulps, as the jet would hit her face, then her pussy then her tits, then abdomen, then the student nurse wheedling it sprayed her legs and arms at sisters request. “Right, stop a moment” staff said. The nurse turned the control arm at the hose end. Water was running to the central grate the volume surprised me, she most have been hit by gallons. Vicky just lay there shivering, like a drowned rat. She looked mournfully up at me. Sister and staff turned her over, and now pinned her down. A nod and the water jet hit Vicky’s bottom, she screamed.
Stood there I felt really sorry for Vicky I could see why this was punishment. How could anyone physically or mentally survive this? The one thought after all these years, which still makes my stomach tighten is how did these woman allow me to see so much, and they experience it without it seemingly to cause any long-term problems. She was blasted head to toe again and again, with special concentration on her bottom. This was really red raw. “Stop” said staff and the water was turned off. Sister and staff turned the SEN over and I could see just how raw and cold she was. Her nipples were absolutely solid, but her pussy had contracted and looked angry.
“Frank in that first cubical there’s a bucket, and a kettle of boiling water, top the bucket up so its nice and warm and bring it here” sister said. “NO, please no sister, not Frank, let the students do it” Vicky plead. “Oh no girl, it was your idea for Frank to see us all being washed, and I think you conspired with staff to have him wash me. You are going to find out what its like to have a strange men come at your naked tits, pussy, and arse with a soapy sponge”. “Please staff, he didn’t wash you, if you knew what it was like you’d save me”. “If I knew what it was like, I’d have a whole gang of porters do it to you”. The students all laughed.
I fetched the bucket, after toping it up with the kettle. Sister checked the water. “Oh that’s going to really smart” she said. Then I worked it out. “Right, be good and it won’t be so bad” sister said. “Right Frank get her tits nice and soapy” sister said. Vicky looked up at me pleadingly slowly moving her head from side to side. Has I reached forward with the soapy warm sponge she closed her eyes. “OHHHHH” she exploded when the sponge touched. “That’s fucking awfully you bitches” she screamed. “Give them a good, good wash Frank for that”. I was truly sorry for what I did that night Vicky was obviously in physical, mental, and emotional pain. Why didn’t I stop it? Hell I don’t know. It was just required; it was what the situation demand. No, I have no excuse for the torture I put that poor woman through that night. “Right Frank, get her pussy done” staff said. I re-armed the sponge. Vicky clasped her legs tight but sister signalled to the students. They came over and pulled Vicky’s legs apart. “Splash our uniforms and you’ll get this every shift for a month”, the lead student said, and I for one believed her.
Legs now spread and held I could see once more very clearly and really up close her large wonderful pussy. The legs being pulled allow it to open naturally. It was pink, no sign of juices or arousal, just cold rawness. It was the first time I’d wash a vagina whilst being able to look at it. I slapped the sponge down and Vicky bucked and withered. “OH, that stings” she said and I ignored it and washed her roughly. That wasn’t deliberate on my part; I was somewhat out of control. I just wanted this terrible thing over. Her pussy washed sister had be wash the rest of her front. The white soapsuds really made the red rawness of her skin burn into your eyes.
They now turned Vicky over. The students once again pulled her legs wide open. This allowed me a good clear look at her pussy from another angle. I made contact with her bottom and soaped it. Vicky “OHed” and “AHed” she clenched her cheeks and bucked her body. I pushed the sponge down between her legs. “OHhhhhh you’ve done that once” she said rather like a little child. “You know the rules, if we can see it we can wash it” staff said. Sister had me now soap all of her back and right down SEN’s legs. She looked like a badly made snowman, sorry snowwoman.
“Right” said sister “Do you want it easy or hard?” “Please sister just let me shower?” Vicky said. “Have you truly learned your lesson?” staff asked. “Yes” Vicky said. “So, how are you going to prove it to us?” Sister asked. “Please I’ll do anything,” Vicky said. “Fine” said sister, “When we release you, you can stand, make sure you don’t cover anything. In fact you can give Frank here a good long look of your body until he’s satisfied. Then you can shower. If your good Frank might even go to the ward for you and get a towel”.
They released the older SEN’s wrists and ankles and she slowly stood up. Still back to me she looked over her shoulder. I could see from her stance that she was lightly covering her breasts and pubic area. “No covering” said sister. She moved her hands away, “Put them on your head, so your not tempted” staff said. Vicky look absolutely dejected and raised her arms onto her head. She now slowly turned around. What an absolute picture she was. The white of the soap in stark contrast to the pink raw flesh beneath, the large brown nipples, which seemed to be even larger than my short-term memory, remembered them. Her thick black bush, and yes, the clear sign that her clitoris, which had been subdued by the hose, was once more reactive. I just stared at her. I wondered how long this could last. I felt strange myself as if I’d gone through hell to arrive in heaven. We just stared at each other. Initially Vicky was a defiant, eye straight into mine. But as my eyes roamed around her naked body she must have been feeling the shame again to be being seen by a work colleague completely and utterly naked. I coughed and looked away as self-consciousness pricked me. “I thinks that’s find,” I said.
“Okay into the shower, you three better get back to your wards thank sisters’ for me” sister said to the students. Vicky went under one of the shower nozzles and turned the water on. She jumped back when the initial cold jet hit her. She put her hand under until the warm water ran through then stepped underneath to rinse off the soap. I stood and watched. “Stay under there and make sure Frank gets a good all round look until we return” sister said. Her and staff disappeared into a private shower cubical and after just enough time to take off a bikini I heard the sound of more running water.
Vicky was washing the soap off her body. She was angled away from me bent over with one leg forward of the other running her hands up and down her leg to wash off the soap. The bobbing action was making her breasts bob. It was a delicious sight. She would from time to time turn her head to me and smile. She changed legs and completed the same interesting cleaning process. She then stood up straight turned her back to me (stood so that her right arm was to the shower wall) and stepped past the shower spray so that it hit and cleaned her bottom of soap. She then washed her bottom with her hands, she checked periodically by looking over her shoulder to see if I was still watching. She now turned into the shower so the water splashed down her front. She washed her face, and then turned to me so I could once more see breasts and her pubic area. She shook her head, opened her eyes and walked slowly over to the bucket she bent over giving me that wonderful straight on view of her gravity defying breasts. She took the soap bar from the bucket and turns and walked back to the shower jet.
She stood facing me and began to wash herself in the shower stream using the soap bar to re-lathering her body. She closed her eyes as she obviously pleasured herself. This was a really strange turn up for the books. She was making love to me; this was an overt, OTT act. I wondered briefly, just for a fleeting moment if she expected something from me. But then the thought of her husband who I knew by sight from the yard crossed my mind. She run her hands over her breasts and opening her eyes ran the tip of her tongue over her lips. She smiled acknowledging the beet red blush, which filled my face. She now lean forward just a little and soaped between her legs. I saw her finger probed her own sex. She then stood straight and jiggled her breasts and turned full back into the shower to rinse. The spell was broken, she was just showering again now no sex involved, and she would look over occasionally to see what I was doing.
The bolt on one of the shower room’s door clanked and sister clip-clopped across the concrete floor to me. “Has she been trying to seduce you” sister asked. I nodded not taking my eyes off the naked nurse. “Little tart” sister said as I heard staff leaving her cubical both now being dressed for home. “Okay, you can finish now you little minx” sister said returning to her normal self, that is she was no longer angry with the SEN. Vicky turn off the shower and came over to the entrance, she walked calmly and casually not covering. “Okay put your hands on your head and stay like that until Frank returns with your towel” sister said. “Off you go Frank”.
I took one last look then left for the ward and the laundry room to recover a towel. Night sister collared me and wanted to know what they’d done to the SEN. I told her quickly wanting to be back with the towel but she and the other night staff did a job of detaining me for some 10 minutes. Poor Vicky as I rushed back I could imaging her stood there hands on head. Dry by now I thought she’s probably dressed and gone. As I approached the shower room door it was open, wedged with a wooden chock. I went in thinking that would be quicker, I crossed the anteroom in two paces pushed open the inner door and walk along the sidewall of the communal shower, which hid Vicky from view. As I got to the end and turned I wondered if she would be there. She was quite naked still but covering her bits and pieces.
“Please Frank don’t say I covered?” she asked pleadingly. “It’s okay I won’t,” I said handing her the towel. She took it and wrapped herself in it. “She you in the morning. (Then realising she was going off duty after today) No Tuesday” I said. “Don’t go Frank stay with me until I’ve dried and walk me to my car” Vicky said the girls didn’t like cross the hospital once it had turn dark, it was now nearly 11 o’clock. “Okay I’ll wait for you outside” I said. “No! I mean, please I don’t mind you staying. Talk to me” Vicky said. I moved off around the wall and lent against it to give her some privacy. I could hear her rubbing away drying. “Have you told your wife about our little games” she asked. “Just about sister and staff, she’s only just talking to me again,” I said. “Oh Frank, did we get you into trouble” Vicky said. “No! I did that all by myself,” I said and Vicky giggled. She was back to being her pleasant self. “Will you tell your hubby about tonight?” I asked. “Oh, yes, he loves it when I’m all sexed up”. “Here” the older SEN said her arm reaching out with the towel dangling from her hand. “You better put it down the chute”.
“Aren’t you going to need it whilst you go and get dressed” I said. “Seems pointless Frank you’ve (then stepping out of the shower cubical naked into my sight once more) seen more of me than my hubby,” she said with a cheeky smile. I took the towel and worked over to the laundry chute, which dropped the towel to the basement collection skip. Quite naked and not at least bothered it seemed about me seeing she crossed to the end of the utility room wall. I followed after her watching the wobble of her bottom. We crossed to the double doors of the sisters changing room. Vicky shook them the sound of the rattle reverberating around the empty shower room. “Nuts! The bitch as locked them. (Then turning to me) How did you get back in”? “The door from the main corridor was open,” I said.
Vicky looked dejected and curiously, since until that moment everything had been on show, she now covered her breasts with her right arm and her pubic area with a left. “They want me to streak the corridor,” she said. I chuckled, “Sorry” I said. She sniffed. “I’ve do it before” then pausing and thinking, “Twice!” “I check the side door from the corridor,” I said. “Don’t bother it will be locked” she said. “Never the less” I said as I disappeared into the little corridor my voice echoing in the confined space, “I’ll check” but she was right it was locked.
“Frank would you go and get my stuff form my locker and bring it to me” the SEN said with a hint of sexual wile. “Okay” I said looking at her. I walked off back through the shower room out into the corridor then along to the female changing room. Her uniform and under things where still scattered as they had been left. Collected them up then realised that if I took her them she’d have to come back and change. I was really tied and wanted to be home. Besides the misses would by now be fuming and I was looking at the Spanish inquisition. I looked in her dress pocket for the locker key, and found it. It took a while to find her locker. Each had a ward name on them and then the nurse’s surname. The wards weren’t group together. I returned with her purple underwear, tights, outdoor shoes, a blouse, and skirt, and a short jacket. I’d expected her to be waiting near the sisters’ changing room but she had walked back through to the shower area. When I came through the door I was quite shocked. She was stood facing the inner door at the end of the communal shower wall. That wasn’t the shock, she had her hands on her head and everything was on show. “Just a little thank you for not forcing me to streak” she said. Then ran down grabbed her clothes and turn and went back into the space in front of the communal shower. I heard the sounds of dressing and in less than five minutes she appeared fully dressed. We left and she brief stopped to check her locker then we head out across the car park. I stood and waved her goodbye.
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