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Aaron.

The Shivering Caress.

Setting: Operation room.

Clean. Crisp. White. The operation room. Surly even the idyllic perfection of it seemed corrupt. Everything was white. From the floor to the ceiling. The haze of white spread all over the hospital like a cloudy plague. The beautiful white concealed the underlying fact that all the entrants that came into this hospital were treated in a very unusual manor. Although, Nobody could deny the fact that this method worked in almost every patient. Those who it did not, Were laid to rest with a smile on their face.

A tall man of 25 years old, Who had been suffering chronic sleep disorder nervously assessed the building that demanded his attendance . He had come in to have a flared nerve removed that prevented his body from allowing sleep. He was looking forward to natural sleep soon. The first person he met was a stunner he thought. Tall, Thin but with just enough curves. Her Long flowing blonde hair hung loosely around her face, And the remainder hung sleekly back and coaxed into a messy pony tail.

Nurses that occupied the operation theatre were the definition of perfection. The man let his eyes flitter from nurse to nurse until he noticed the voluptuous women in front of him. She was a naturally busty women in a tight high-hemmed white nurses uniform, making her vision of perfection just that slight bit more noticeable. She was very revealing, he thought, as her collar threatened to expose what was kept tight underneath. He was gulping and sweating, trying not to be enticed by this obvious attempt of sultry seduction. He was uncomfortable, and even more so when she knelt down to pick up a pen that had fallen onto the floor. To his amazement it had the words ‘Denia. Shag Of The Year 07‘ engraved upon it. Surly that was not appropriate? Maybe it was some staff joke. He just shrugged his shoulders and continued to gawp.

'Hello mr Gideon, Guy Gideon is it'.
The words almost popped out of Denias plump, rouge, perfect lips in the form of a teasing giggle.
"Well, Mr. 'Guy Gideon', I'm Denias, your nurse for your stay. I'll be serving you and pleasing you in anyway possible to make your stay more comfortable and aiding you on the way to make a full recovery".
Was it him, he wondered, or did she deliberately make that sentence as seductive as it sounded.
"Fantastic, I hope that I get this damn thing over with!"
She seemed a little down-hearted by what he said. Perhaps he tried to ignore the subtle hints.. She liked guys who were "innocent".
"I'll just take you to the theatre now, you can get changed there. The doctor warned me that this should be treated before night time, as this is when your condition is most likely to become unstable"
They walked through the corridors, and in every room he had passed, he saw something extremely odd. Maybe it wasn't him, he thought, or maybe, he hoped.. Every nurse had seem flustered to close the door when they had passed. Once, he even saw a man standing fully naked with an erection rudely pointing at a Nurse, He stood there looking like he had never been happier... Surely, he is in for something else that is not what he thought it was... Surely... But... It was just a bit too strange. Mind you, it probably was just him; he couldn't keep his eyes off his nurse's tight backside so his mind was all ready diving into the gutter. The thing Guy did not yet know about Denias is, That she could smell a virgin a mile away. The innocence trailed behind Guy leading Denias right towards his nervous presence.

‘Bend over you dirty little slut’ Exclaimed Troy Harlow.
'Oh Troy i love it when you talk dirty, But you do know i just like to get down to it right? None of this teasing words bullshit. I like to feel your hard cock sliding in and out of me quicker than you can say cum '.
Troy and Denia had known each since school. The sexual tension was so apparent you could almost touch it. These were however the only two members of staff that did not experiment with each other. They simply could not. No one really knew or understood why, And how would anyone expect them to.

Finally, the terribly erotic illusions, or what ever they were, had ended at the end of the corridor where he had found that he had arrived at his operating theatre. He entered with the nurse into a vastly white room with three operating tables, giant magnifying lights and numerous storage cabinets and draws, presumably filled with surgical equipment. Inside the room were two other nurses and a doctor. The other two nurses were similar to that of Denias, except for one was smaller on the bust side and the other was smaller on the pelvic side. They looked like the split versions of Denias. The doctor was a 30 something looking man with a completely shaven head. He was wearing a long professional looking doctors coat. The doctor had tattoos that snaked around his wrists and appeared to go up his arms and much further. Guy couldn't quite tell; his jacket was obstructing the view. He wondered why such an eccentric looking doctor would be employed here at a respectable hospital. His wondering lasted for a short period of time, However he soon swayed his attention to something else. He sent out a charming smile followed by a cheeky wink, to the slightly giddy nurses and left the room, closing the door ominously behind him. When Guy turned around, the three nurses were talking in low whispers to each other in what sounded like professional jargon. There were no screens, as he looked around. A sudden pang in his mind told him that he could not have privacy from the nurses; he'd have no other option but to undress and put on the operating gown in front of them.
"Come on, Guy, it's not that bad, it's not like you have to strip completely"
He tried to tell himself, but he began wondering absent-mindedly about what would happen when he finally got down to his tighty-whiteys.. Perhaps a nurse would tell him that they needed to access this nerve by going through a pelvic route...
"Don't be foolish"
He told himself, and tried to shake away the cleavage he could now see up close in his mind.

She eagerly, yet slow suckled on the head of his tingling cock. It was surprisingly warm in an operating theatre, but he took no notice of this. She made him feel like she was sucking on a favourite-flavoured lollipop, savouring the flavour with great pleasure. She was crouched on the floor with her legs open where he could clearly see from her soft, cushiony breasts down to her tight, pink pussy. He dared wonder if he should reach down and squeeze one of those beautiful breasts and fondle with it, examining all it's dimensions; he was standing up. He so longed for the feeling of her small, soft and delicate nipples to thread through his hands and the breast to bend to his every will. She gazed up at him with her glistening blue eyes, her natural lips closed tightly around his cock. Oh, you're beautiful, so sexy and perfect, he thought. She stopped quite suddenly, and he looked down again. She had started to stand up, slowly and rubbing her body up against his twitching cock. His own torso could feel her breasts. So soft, but he wanted more. "Is this what you're gawking at?" she giggled guiding his hand gently to her cleavage, and his hand no objections despite his pounded nervous heartbeat. He placed his hand on top of them and entered a euphoria. Sex, he thought, is what life is all about.

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