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This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of between women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. (dom, f/F)
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Leena and the Matron
By
Jan
Hospitals everywhere have a shortage of staff and welcome the volunteer help of young girls that have aspirations to become sisters (English for nurses). Leena had always been one to dream about becoming a "Florence Nightingale". She saw herself following the troops into battle and caring for them. Like a lot of teenagers she pictured herself in a starched uniform nursing wounded young men right on the battle field.
She thought she could endure anything it would take to earn her lace cap. No matter what anyone told her about the long hours, nasty smelling bedpans or rude smelly people she would have to come in contact with would deter her from her goal of becoming a sister.
As soon as she took her middle school exams she applied for a volunteer job in a local hospital. They called the girls candy stripers because of the uniform they had to wear to distinguish them from the real sisters. Leena was very proud of her uniform. She learned that it was wise to wear comfortable shoes because of the amount of time they spent on their feet.
She was romantic enough to think she would meet a doctor or patient she would fall in love with and marry so she deliberately shortened the skirt enough to show off her young legs.
She found out that all of the resident doctors were old men and the interns were on duty so much that they just wanted to sleep when they had the chance. If they were horny they were not above seducing any female available. She learned quickly to avoid them because marriage was the last thing on their mind. She was aware of several sisters that had abortions to end pregnancies that doctors had forced them into rather than marrying them.
That did not stop her from acting like a school girl when a celebrity came in for an operation. Even a base guitarist from a recognized band would send the candy stripers fluttering around like groupie fans.
Leena was more than a little frightened by some of the shift Matrons. They all seemed so old to her. Their hair was short for convenience. Most of them had gray hair. Few of them made friends with the sisters because they knew that they would try and sweet-talk them into giving them good shifts and easy jobs. No one liked to work on the ward with the old people that have dementia because they scream all night and when the sister's make their rounds they are likely to get hit in the face with a dirty diaper. As a result of listening to all of the stories sisters come up with for wanting to change shifts hardened the matrons against all sob stories. They all get a little more than cranky because of them.
So when Head Matron Jones approached the 18- year old Leena in the middle of the graveyard shift and told her that she wanted to talk to her in private, she was apprehensive when she was told to stop by and meet her in the empty room right away. Leena checked the little watch pinned to the front of her dress. It was deliberately mounted upside down so that when she looked down she could read the time. It was 2:30 am. Everyone was tired and normally they took little naps in turn until a disturbance sent them scurrying around to handle the emergency before the noise woke up all of the patients.
When she got to the only empty room on the floor she pulled her skirt down because she figured she was about to get chewed out about the skirt being too short. She knew the lecture about professional appearance being important by heart.
When she opened the door and walked in she saw the matron sitting on the end of the bed. To her she looked old even if she was the youngest Matron on their ward. Actually the Matron was not much older than forty. Her close cropped hair was still a rich brown. Her dark brown eyes had deep crow's feet probably more a result of long hours of sleepless work than age. Leena was standing there nervously expecting to be chastised.
Ms. Jones simply said, "Take off your clothes and lie down on the bed."
It never dawned on Leena to defy her command. She simply removed her pink and white striped dress. She had on a while rayon slip that she had to pull over the top of her head. Leena was young enough that her small breasts did not need the support of a bra but she had on a cheap one anyway. All she had on was inexpensive rayon panties that were comfortable, white Reebok cross trainer shoes with white ankle socks.
Ms. Jones nodded her head in such a way as to let Leena know that she wanted her on top of the bed. Leena wondered what she had in mind. She had to hop up to get on top of the hospital bed. It was in a semi-reclining position. When she was settled on her back Ms. Jones started kissing her on the mouth while she unfastened the bra. When leena's breasts were exposed she switched to sucking on her pert little nipples.
Leena's nipples began to throb and tingle because it felt soooo...goooood. She felt her pussy grow moist because she had never had sex with anyone before. She had no idea of how good it was going to get. Ms. Jones slipped her rayon panties over her shoes. All Leena had on was her shoes, socks and a simple gold chain around her neck with a simple little gold heart on it.
Ms. Jones stood up and quickly removed her clothes too. Unlike Leena all Ms. Jones had on was hospital greens and cross trainer shoes with thick socks. She pulled the jumper over her head to expose rather large breasts that sagged a little. Her areolas were stretched into ovals that allowed her nipples to point towards the floor. When she pulled the draw string at the waist of her pants the baggie things fell to the floor and she kicked them off of her shoes. Leena saw that the woman did not shave her pubic area. The dark brown hair looked thick but she could make out that her labia protruded well below her pussy opening and her clitoris stuck out beyond it too.
Leena found it very comforting when she lay next to her and she felt her warm skin pressing against her body. As Ms. Jones hugged her she told her, "I am going to educate you in the ways women make each other really feel goooood. If you are a good girl I will make you feel good as often as I feel like it."
Leena was so excited that she was almost hyperventilating. She was withering and squirming around as the mature woman slipped her fingers into her pussy. She was slipping her finger in and out and every now and then she added a finger until she had three fingers in her pussy. All Leena could manage to say was Mmmmmm. She watched as Ms. Jones pulled her fingers out and smelled them before she licked the juice from them. Not to deny Leena the taste of her own pussy she stuck them back in and wiggled them around to insure that they were covered with juice. Then she withdrew them again and placed them under Leena's nose and then stuck her fingers into her mouth and allowed her to suck on them. This time when she put her hand back between Leena's legs she actually shoved her thumb up her little brown rosebud of an asshole.
Ms. Jones said, "Baby girl you have a lovely tight little ass on you and your pussy tastes like honey to me. It is nectar on my lips. Come for me my darling and come again for your sweet Aunt Pattie."
The endearment was enough to make Leena climax a couple of times upon demand. Ms. Jones continued kissing her on the mouth and even then she chewed gently on Leena's nipples before she went down on her and stuck her tongue into her pussy. She was pressing her nose against Leena's little clittie. It grew hard as she played with it. Leena felt a delicious spasm that left her quivering like a leaf in a breeze. She realized that she had just had her first breath taking orgasm. She knew that any time Ms. Jones wanted to have sex with her she was not about to refuse.
Ms. Jones got up and pulled her green pants up and tied her draw string before pulling the jumper back over her head. She left the room while Leena was gathering up her clothes and putting them back on. When she left the room she went back to the nurse's station and by the look she got from the other nurses on duty she knew they knew what had just taken place. All she could do was blush until there was a light on the board that required her to see the patient that needed something.
It was an old woman that had soiled her adult diaper. She unfastened the tape tabs and checked. She had indeed soiled her panties. She pulled the dirty part down enough so that she could use soap and water to wash the woman's butt and pussy. Then she pulled the soiled diaper out from under her and folded it in on itself and placed it at the foot of the bed before she picked up a fresh diaper and placed it under the woman.
The woman was so old that her pubic hair was gray and thin. When she lifted her butt up to allow Leena to pull the diaper up above her waist Leena's face was close enough to smell the soapy pussy. She suddenly felt the old woman's hand on the back of her head as the woman pulled her head down against her pussy. It surprised her but she didn't fight the woman. She simply stuck her tongue into her pussy and licked her old clit until she climaxed.
When the woman let go she said, "Thank you Dear. You don't know how much I needed that."
Leena gave her a kiss as she picked up the dirty diaper and carried it back to the nurse's station where she tossed it into the trash bag. The fact that her makeup was smeared didn't even occur to her until she saw her face in a mirror much later. She had a lot to think about until the next shift.
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