Readers are encouraged to read the first installment of Naughty Nurse Susan before reading this chapter.
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After ending her shift at 07:30, Susan took the elevator down to the hospital parking garage on Level I. As she stepped off the elevator she was fumbling with her car keys and was not watching where she was going. Two steps later she collided with a blonde girl in her early twenties. Her keys fell to the concrete, as did the blonde's purse which popped open and spilled its contents.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" said Susan. "It's totally my fault. Are you OK?"
"Yes, I'm fine." the blonde replied, as she bent down to pick up her purse.
"Here, let me get that for you." Susan continued. She knelt down on the concrete and began to pick up the spilled contents; a lipstick, mascara, a roll of breath mints and a pen. Susan gathered the items along with her keys and raised her head to stand up. She was stopped by the young girl standing before her. Not physically stopped, but stopped by an amazing pair of legs and an even more amazingly short dress that was at least 8 inches above the girl's knees.
Composing herself, Susan looked up at the girl's face just in time to see the girls eyes shift toward Susan's face and away from looking down the front of Susan's scrub top.
After a slight pause Susan stood.
"Here you are," Susan said, handing the purse to the girl. Susan quickly scanned the concrete looking for anything she had missed.
"I think that's everything," she continued. "Again, I am so sorry. I hope you are ok."
The girl assured Susan that she was and they each went on their way, Susan headed to her car and the girl into the hospital elevator.
Susan's car was only 5 spaces down the row, and she quickly unlocked the door and got inside. As usual, she locked the doors immediately. Pausing for a moment to catch her breath, she put the key in the ignition and started the car.
After exiting the parking garage Susan settled in her seat for the twenty minute drive home. Her mind went back to her encounter at the elevator. She wasn't sure what surprised her more, her attraction to the girl's legs and short dress or that the girl had been looking down her scrub top.
She thought about her actions with Mark Stevens in the middle of the night. She thought about it all; his pleading eyes and whispered voice, his rock hard cock that had stared her in the face when she took his pulse, the feel of his cock in her mouth, and the explosive orgasm she had while fingering herself and swallowing his sweet cream.
She had really needed that orgasm. She remembered what she had told him, about riding his dick. She felt a tingle between her legs.
A few minutes later Susan turned into her driveway. The tingle had grown stronger as she had replayed the events in her head.
Turning off the ignition, Susan noticed her husband's car was gone. He was retired and often drove an older neighbor to doctors appointments and such. She unlocked the back door and entered the laundry room off the kitchen. Kicking off her shoes, she decided to take off her scrubs and do a load of laundry. She pulled the top over her head and tossed it into the washer. Likewise, she slipped out of her scrub pants, and into the machine they went. It was then that she noticed the wet spot in her panties. About the size of a half dollar, the darker stain stood out against the pink pastel color of the material. Instinctively her hand went between her legs, her fingertips touching the wet spot. She pressed them deeper into the cleft, the cotton fabric moist to the touch. Her middle finger found her clit, and she traced a small circle around the now swelling bud. She felt a shiver of pleasure and decided the laundry could wait.
Heading to the kitchen in just her bra and panties she saw a note from her husband.
"Took Jim to his doctors appointment," it said. "Be back about 10 o'clock."
Susan glanced at the clock. It was a little after 8. Plenty of time, Susan thought, plenty of time. She smiled as she headed toward the bedroom.
Standing infront of the mirror Susan took a moment to look at herself. Time had been good to her. At her age most women's boobs had moderate sag; Susan's were still fairly firm. Her dark nipples were hard with anticipation of what was to come. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties and quickly dropped them to her ankles before kicking them off. Her tummy was pretty good she reasoned, not fashion model good but definitely MILF good. The hair on her mons was neatly trimmed and she shaved everything below.
