I spent what remained of my duty in a more or less constant state of arousal. I had given Simon a spectacular orgasm and I had enjoyed the intensely erotic experience of him coming all over me. But I was desperate to have an orgasm myself - I tried to keep busy to take my mind off it but as I walked around the ward with no knickers on every squishy step was a reminder of what we had done. Late in the evening I finished my duty and went home, opened a bottle of wine, and masturbated furiously! I came three times in quick succession but somehow still didn't feel satisfied. I could not get images of Simon's penis out of my mind, the huge size and thickness, the feel of its massive weight in my hands, the gushing streams of pee and semen that spurted so copiously from it. I ached to feel him inside me once more and spent a restless night debating with myself as to whether I should be sensible and leave him alone or give in to my temptation. I eventually fell asleep with no decision having been made.
The next day I had to work another late shift. Nothing particularly eventful happened and the evening began to drag on interminably. There were two of us on duty and I spent some time chatting to my colleague Nicky, but all the time I was picturing Simon lying in his bed with an enormous erection under the bedclothes. Just after midnight a buzzer sounded and the flashing light indicated that Simon was calling for assistance.
"I'll go," I said, hoping that I didn't sound too enthusiastic, "he probably needs the toilet".
Nicky smiled at me and I detected a knowing look dart briefly across her face. As I went to Simon's bed I wondered whether I was not the only randy young nurse to be infatuated with him. Perhaps we were all giving him hand-jobs! Simon did indeed need the toilet and I accompanied him to the toilet, undid his pyjamas and got myself very turned on holding his penis while he pissed an enormous stream into the bowl. I was careful not to squeeze him or stimulate him this time but after he finished peeing his cock started a slow surging rise. I made an attempt to get his pyjamas done up over it but it was hopeless, it looked as if he had a tent pole in there. I think Simon had ideas of a repeat performance from me but there was no way I was going to get myself that turned on again without getting any satisfaction for myself.
A foolish plan that I had considered the night before, and dismissed, now suddenly seemed more feasible. On the way back to the ward we would have to pass the room that the clean bed linen was stored in. This room was lockable to prevent theft, which is always rife in a hospital, and I had a key! It was late at night and provided there were no emergencies it should be possible to pop in there for a few minutes without anyone noticing. Simon was definitely hoping for something and tried to kiss me while we were still in the toilet cubicle. I told him to be patient and led him down the corridor, his cock leading the way like some obscene divining rod! The coast was clear and I opened the linen room door, pushed Simon in, and locked the door behind us. I knew we had to be quick so I quickly undid his pyjama bottoms and they dropped to the floor. I undid the buttons of my uniform and stepped out of it. Simon watched spellbound as I whipped my knickers off.
