Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... sometimes running to their waiting busses.

Deeny held her feet on the clutch and the brake till she turned off the engine, then relaxed as she waited for her younger sister to come out of the school. She sat back in the driver’s seat and closed her eyes imagining the older chestnut-haired waitress, Yvonne. Deeny felt a familiar tingle and dampness between her legs as she remembered the feel of Yvonne’s breath on her own face this afternoon just before she left the diner to come pickup her sister. Those lips had been so close… Deeny shuddered at the thought. She sighed thinking that she should have just risked it and leaned a little closer and kissed the older woman. A shout from a student running for a bus shook Deeny out of her day dream.

“Come on Lee…” Deeny lamented as she gripped the big steering wheel a little tighter with both hands, and bit her bottom lip as she closed her eyes again for a moment to remember Yvonne’s inviting lips just inches away.

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The senior nurse at the desk was nodding her head and flipping through the chart in front of her, double checking the information on it. She was making sure all the blanks were filled in and all the signatures were correct and dated. Sheriff Potter stood tiredly on the other side of the counter, leaning his left elbow on the surface and resting his head in his hand. His other hand patting clumsily at his breast pocket, absent mindedly feeling for his cigarettes.

Glancing up as he was just ...

... about to light a cigarette he’d just put in his mouth, the head nurse frowned and her eyes narrowed darkly. Without looking at it, she used the pen in her hand to point over her shoulder at the sign on the wall next to the clock that clearly stated “NO SMOKING”. Gerald paused the lighter just before he brought it to the end of the cigarette. He too frowned and closed the lighter and took the cigarette out of his mouth and put it back in the pack.

“Sorry.” He grumbled, taking a deep weary breath as he continued to wait for the nurse to speak to him.

“Well, it looks like everything is in order. Mrs. Wainwright is being discharged. Perhaps you can speak to her when she gets home.” The equally tired senior nurse told him, her eyes focusing on Gerald’s pack of cigarettes still in his hand, her tongue wetting her lips in response to her own craving perhaps.

“Is she gone already?” The Sheriff asked with almost a groan in his voice.

“Not yet. I’ve just completed her discharge paperwork. The doctor has signed off on her release and supplied her pre***********ions. We just have to ger her up and into a wheel chair to transport her down to the exit.” The nurse told Gerald just as an alarm started going off for another room, just adding to the ambient noise of the hospital around them.

“Can’t I speak to her in her room while that’s being taken care of then?” Gerald asked hopefully.

The nurse looked up at him and frowned a little more, if that was possible, but then ...