Late Nights At The Hospital

Sitting in the nurse’s station sucks; there’s nothing to do here over night after visiting hours have finished; at least not in the high medial dependency ward. I do a round of patients; taking their blood pressure or changing their drip, whatever needs to be done, and then I get bored for the next few hours. It doesn’t help that my boyfriend has been ignoring me either. I haven’t spoken to him in four days, and to be honest I’m not sure he’s still my boyfriend. I’m going to give him a call and see what’s going on. “Hello?” he answers. “Hi, what’s up?” I ask “Nothing,” he says, rather tersely. “Not in the mood for a talk?” I say. “What do you want, Taylor?” he says. “Nothing,” I hang up. I’m not going to be calling him again. Our first conversation in four days and he doesn’t want to talk. Now I’m stuck with the problem of what to do again. Oh, but what’s this, a visitor at this hour? I know this guy. His name is Jason. His grandfather is in this ward. I hadn’t seen him today, but what’s he doing here at this hour? “Sorry, I know it’s late. I had some girlfriend troubles,” he says “I know visiting hours are over, but can I drop in for five minutes just to see how he’s doing?” “Uh yeah, sure. I’ll just tell them I didn’t see you come in,” I reply. “Thanks.” Then he’s gone again. At least I had something to do for a short while. Five minutes pass and he comes out of his grandfather’s room. He’s punctual I’ll give him that. I think he got a haircut as well; he looks good tonight I must say. “I have to admit, I didn’t only come here to see my grandfather,” he tells me. “Oh? Why else Bahçelievler escort bayan did you come here?” I enquire. “Well, I’m not sure exactly how to word this.” “Take your time, I’ve got another few hours before I have to do anything.” “Well, last time I was here I took a peak at your name badge when I came in and asked how my grandfather was, then on the way out I checked the roster when I walked past so I knew when you’d be working again.” “Mm, you’re coming off as a bit stalker-ish, but keep going though. I think you can still save it.” “Well, I think just you’re a good looking girl and, well, I was hoping we could start talking. If you’re not interested I can leave, though.” “Nailed it. Bit of a rocky start, but I think you pulled it off and, I know a girl that needed some compliments and an ear to talk to.” “I’m all yours.” We talk for a while; a lot longer than I expected actually. Me being the lonely, bored, slightly nervous girl that I am decided to spill all the personal things I had about my, probably, ex-boyfriend. I have to do my rounds again. Probably for the best, it’ll give him time to run while I’m gone. I finish my rounds and get back, and I see him still sitting next to the chair I was in. I blink a few times and sure enough he’s still there. “Alright, what the shit? I tell you all kinds of things you don’t really share with people the first time you have a conversation with them and you stick around for more?” I ask. He shrugs and smiles, which made me blush. Alright, before when I said he looked good I Escort Bahçeşehir take it back. He looks HOT! “I guess you just need to do a little more than that to scare me off. I was enjoying listening to you. It’s good to know I’m not the only one who’s probably broken up with someone tonight,” He says a little too slyly for me to not get suspicious of where this is going. He smiles at me again and brushed some hair behind my ear, my face flushes crimson in a second. “What would you do if you could right now? He asks me. “You,” I reply without thinking about it. Shit! “What?” He asks, taken aback? “What?” I answer quickly hoping he actually didn’t hear me “I thought you had a boyfriend, Miss Amos?” He asks. SHIT! This is why I shouldn’t work nights; I get tired and do, well THIS! Oh well. I guess I might as well go for broke. He did sound a little interested and he’s still here, so I figure why not? “I don’t anymore. I’ve officially broken up with him,” I say. “You didn’t say that earlier?” he questions. “Don’t listen to what I said; listen to what I’m saying!” I complain. Then, he kisses me. Wow where the hell did that come from? He pulls back, my eyes are wide “No, I’m sorry, we can’t do this, not here, not now,” he says quickly, but then I kiss him. “Who’s going to stop us, the coma patients?” I tease. He pulls me from my chair onto his lap and before I know what’s going on his tongue is swimming around my mouth, softly skimming over my tongue. I’m not going to complain about this at all. I could do this every night if it was with Jason. Bakırköy escort It’s better than trying to beat the computer in chess, which I haven’t managed to do yet. Both his arms go around me and one of his hands ends up near the back of my head. It feels like he’s trying to pull my hair, but he isn’t. I realize what he’s doing the instant before he does it; he was pulling my hair of out of the tie. “Was that necessary?” I ask. “I like you with your hair down,” he says and pulls me back into a kiss as both his arms go around me again. The excitement of all this happening in a public place is really turning me on, I want more to happen, and if he isn’t going to make it happen I will. I decide to go for broke and I slip my hand down the front of his pants. He pulls away, but there’s a smile on his face, I love it when a plan works out. He stands up and takes my hand and pulls me down the hall into one of the empty rooms. I feel kind of dumb for not realizing that we’re in a building full of beds earlier, but I’m happy he did. He pulls off his shirt and I like what I see: a slim body with no more than an average amount of muscle, and slightly above average abs. I run my hands over his stomach; I do love some good abs. He puts both his hands on my hips and starts moving them up the bottom of my ribs, then to my bra, pulling the top of my scrubs with them until he pulls my top over my head and I’m left standing there with just my bra on my top half. I reach a hand behind my back and unhook it, then let it fall to the floor. I move forward and grab hold of his belt, his 6’2″ frame towering over my 5’7″ frame. I look up into his eyes as I undo his belt and his pants. I let them go and they drop to the floor around his ankles. I get down on my knees in front of him; I can see the outline of his hard cock through his boxers. I run my hand from the bottom of his boxers over his hard cock and to the waistband.