Nursing
It was a quiet night in the ward, my supervisor had worried that I was coming back to work a little too soon after having my baby boy, but as a single mother I needed the money too badly to stay away. My mother would take good care of little John, and while night shifts still had a fair amount of work, they were quiet enough that it would ease my sore, aching body back into the routine of work. Besides, I loved the night, it was so peaceful and serene in a way the daytime never was, especially no around here. It was at night the patients slept, when they found their sanctuary from the noise of day, to escape from their bodies’ illnesses and pains as they slept.
I looked up at the clock, it was time for me to walk around and check on the patients. I looked over at my colleague who was fast asleep with her head on the desk and I decided to leave her, I could check on them by myself and I could easily wake her up if there was an emergency.
Besides, I was used to feeding my baby at this time of night and I was feeling restless, anything to take my mind of my sore, swollen breasts, which were in serious danger of leaking if I thought about my baby for too long.
Most of the patients were fast asleep, except for one. A good looking but scruffy man, he had been homeless and came in with mental health issues including depression and anxiety. When I read his file it was no wonder, his abusive mother had left him at fifteen to fend for himself and he had been on the streets since then. He was in and out of this hospital from suicide attempts and I knew him well, though he might not remember me. He was one of the sweetest men I have ever encountered. I knocked on the door to get his attention before speaking.
“Are you alright Mister Miller?” I asked and he smiled.
“Please, just John,”
I sighed happily, thinking of my sweet boy at home.
“My baby’s name is John,”
“How old is he?”
“Two months old,” I replied.
“Do you love him?” John asked sadly.
“Will all my heart, he’s the most important thing in the world to me,” I replied honestly.
“I wish…never mind,” he seemed to be holding back his sadness before the tears started streaming down his face.
“It’s okay,” I rushed to sit on the edge of his bed, holding him. I knew I shouldn’t hold a patient like this, but when I looked at him, I thought about my poor sweet boy at home, probably scared and wondering where I was. It was my first night away from him after all.
I sobbed as pain wracked my chest and I held John closer to me, the pain easing as I held him in my arms. A baby was such a precious gift, how could a woman take this beautiful man for granted? I whispered everything to him that I felt he needed to hear, that he was a good boy, a gentle man and deserved all the love in the world that the world hadn’t given him.
“It feels so good to hear it,” John had stopped crying and we found a kind of bliss as I held him in my arms, his head resting on my breasts. I thought of my baby at home and suddenly I felt a wet patch on the front of my uniform. Shit, one of my breasts had started leaking.
Without thinking I grabbed a tissue and shoved it down the front of my shirt. I watched John glance at my breasts as I pulled the fabric away. I wouldn’t lie, I like the feeling of somebody finding me attractive, there hadn’t been anything since my baby’s father had left me high and dry during my pregnancy. I could see the hunger and longing on his face and I examined his frail body, skinny and malnourished from his life on the streets, the world had been so cruel to him. I wished there was a way I could somehow give him the love the world had denied him and a crazy idea came to me.
“John, are you thirty?” I asked nervously.
“Parched,” he replied, his eyes not leaving my breasts. I unbuttoned my shirt before I had the chance to back out and fiddled with the straps of my nursing bra, exposing my full, creamy breasts.
“Drink John, take as much as you like,”
He practically fell forward onto my breasts, suckling greedily at my nipples, massaging the underside of my nipple as he sucked, it felt so wonderful I could feel my pussy swelling instantly, nothing else had ever turned me on so quickly before. I started panting and as I held him to me I felt his erection poking into me. I knew I shouldn’t I knew that we could get caught, but I knew he needed this, to feel loved and desired, and wasn’t it my job to give patients the love and healing they needed?
My body hungry for his, briefly pushed him away so I could I climb on top of him. He didn’t protest and I lowered his drawstring pants, exposing his cock to the night air. I pulled my panties aside and lowered my body down onto his, a soft moan erupted from both of us as we felt full and complete in a way we have never really felt before. He latched onto my other breasts, still full of milk, his hips bucking up into me as I rode him gently, the last thing I wanted to do was to hurt him. As the milk flowed into his mouth, with it I tried to send as much love and warmth as possible. As last my breast was empty as we both gasped as he came inside me, filling me with his seed as he was now full of my milk.
“That-that was incredible,” he seemed to be at a loss for words. I climbed off him and fixed him up, smoothing the blankets and kissing him on the head. He smiled and leaned into my touch.
“Will you be here all night?” he asked.
“I’ll be here all week,” I replied smiling. “For the next few nights, I’ll be here whenever you need me,”
He smiled with a warmth and joy I hadn’t seen in him since his arrival and it warmed my heart.