The LPN
by Dreamspinner



I got off the elevator and walked to the nurse's station. There was a woman in
nurse's whites sitting at the counter, writing in a chart. As I approached,
she spun her chair around to look at me. She saw my white lab coat, and stood
up, offering her hand. "Hello", she said. "I'm."

"Brenda Wilkinson, LPN", I interrupted. "It's right here on your name tag. I'm
Dr. Anderson, Nurse Wilkinson", I said, taking her hand. "I'm seeing Dr.
Bailey's patients while he's on vacation." She shook my hand. Her hand was as
thick as a man's, and her grip was excitingly strong.

"Good to meet you, Doctor. Just call me 'Brenda'", she said, smiling broadly,
still holding my hand in hers. "We're pretty informal around here." She held
my gaze as firmly as she held my hand. She radiated sexual energy. "It's going
to be good having you around.even for two weeks", she said, giving my hand one
last squeeze. Ahh, chemistry, I thought. It's a wonderful thing. I wonder what
attracts her to me...I know what attracts me to her.

* * *

Brenda Wilkinson, LPN, had already caught my eye. Earlier that morning, the
Chief of Services had given me a guided tour of St. Anthony's. The two of us
had just stepped off the elevator on the seventh floor when I saw her. She was
walking away from us, carrying a heavy autoclave by herself. I knew without
seeing her face she was the kind of woman I would like to be around. Thick
wavy hair, broad shoulders, narrow waist. Her ass was solid.I could see her
powerful hips moving under her white nurse's skirt as she walked. Her muscular
calves bulged with every step she took. When she turned into a doorway, I
could see the sinews of her forearms straining to hold the heavy autoclave. I
estimated she was 35 years old, an ex-high school or college athlete who still
went to the gym on a regular basis. She works out, I thought. She works out
hard, and I like that, I like that very much. I wonder what she looks like
naked.

* * *

"Dr. Anderson", the Chief said, taking me by the arm, nipping my fantasy in
the bud, "I'd like to introduce you to the Charge Nurse." We walked to the
nurse's station. "Nurse Bradley, this is Dr. Anderson.Dr. Anderson, Nurse
Bradley." Nurse Bradley was a flat-chested rail of a woman, wearing glasses
too big for her narrow face. Her hair was pulled back severely. She was
frosty-all business. "Doctor", she said in clipped tones, hands held behind
her back. "A pleasure, I'm sure. Don't have time to chat.there's work to be
done. When can we expect him on the floor?" she asked, turning to the
administrator.

"About 9:00, I would imagine", he said.

"Zero-nine-hundred-hours?" Nurse Bradley's expression left no doubt in my mind
she would have preferred 'zero-five-hundred-hours'. "Better late than never, I
suppose", she said acidly. "See you then, Doctor." Nurse Bradley turned on her
heel and strode away.

"She was an Army nurse", the administrator explained, as we continued our
waling tour.

"No shit?" I rejoined sarcastically as we passed the doorway into which the
LPN had turned. I looked in and saw her with her hand covering her mouth. She
was trying to stifle her laughter-she had overheard everything.

* * *

The LPN's broad smile and radiant sexuality reminded me I hadn't finished my
fantasy about what she might look like without her clothes on. "I'm going to
enjoy being around for two weeks as well", I replied.

"With one notable exception, this floor does seem 'pretty informal'", I
chuckled. She quickly put her finger to her lips and looked over her shoulder
as if she were checking to see if 'Nurse Bradley' was around. When Brenda saw
no one, she turned to me and smiled broadly, almost laughing. Now that we were
face-to-face, I saw I had grossly underestimated her age-she was nearing
fifty, if not there already. Her long wavy hair was half-gray, and her face
had accumulated lines of age that suited her personality very well. I liked
her instantly.

This nurse was a woman of compelling contradictions: she had the muscular,
athletic body of a woman twenty years her junior; she wore her hair long and
loose-unusual for a woman her age; and she had, or at least seemed to have,
abundant sexual energy. And she was about fifty years old. I was intrigued.

"Brenda", I began, "who would you like me to see first?"

No sooner had my question left my lips when Nurse Bradley rounded the corner
and headed for the nurse's station. "I'll decide who Doctor sees first,
Wilkinson", the Charge Nurse said, biting off each syllable. Nurse Bradley
squeezed between the LPN and me, pulled a chart from the rack, dropped it on
the counter, turned to the Nurse's Notes and began to read. Brenda and I stole
a glance at each other. She rolled her eyes, opened her mouth and pointed her
forefinger down her throat as if she were trying to gag herself. Then she
winked at me and smiled conspiratorially.

"I was going to suggest he see Mrs. Johnson in room 714", Brenda said to her
supervisor.

Nurse Bradley took the bait. She looked up from the chart. "You never quit, do
you, L-P-N Wilkinson" the Charge Nurse said balefully. "And when are you going
to start wearing your hair "up", like a 'real' nurse should?" she continued,
her voice full of flinty contempt.

"I know these patients as well as you, R-N Bradley", the LPN retorted. And as
for my hair, the rules changed years ago.we don't have to wear it "up"
anymore. "Besides", she went on, obviously enjoying mocking her supervisor in
front of an M.D., "men think long, loose, wavy hair is sexy!" With that, she
ran her fingers through her long tresses, shook her head back and forth and
flared her nostrils like a horse.

The Charge Nurse was scandalized. Her neck flushed, and she pressed her lips
together until they were white. She looked Heavenward and made the sign of the
cross. "If Sister Mary Joseph was still the DON," she spat, "I could have you
fired this instant for insubordination!"

Brenda Wilkinson, LPN, wasn't finished tormenting her supervisor. She had the
Charge Nurse back on her heels and knew it. "There's more, Nurse Bradley", she
went on relentlessly. "What I think, Nurse Bradley, is that you're
jealous-I've got everything you don't.gorgeous hair, big tits, a nice ass,
great legs, and.most of all.big muscles!" With that, Brenda pushed up her
sleeve and flexed her biceps. It was as big as a baseball. "Wouldn't you love
to have an arm like this, Nurse Bradley?" she said, proudly patting her
muscle. She grinned at her supervisor.

"Now, why on earth would I want an arm like that?" Bradley said shakily.

Brenda was ready to deliver her knockout punch. "Why, you ask, would you want
an arm 'like that'? I'll tell you why, Nurse Bradley", she went on, her
still-flexed biceps beginning to tremble; "Sex is GREAT when you have big
muscles! Isn't that right, Dr. Anderson?" she asked, finally straightening out
her arm. Beads of sweat had broken out on her face. My dick was as hard as a
broomstick.

Before I could answer, the Charge Nurse stepped into the trap Brenda had set
for her. "I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about, LPN Wilkinson!" she
said unwittingly.

"I'm sure you don't!" Brenda laughed triumphantly. "I'm sure you don't!"

"Well, I certainly don't have time for any more of this foolishness!" Nurse
Bradley huffed. She smoothed her already too-smooth hair. "There's work to be
done here. This is a hospital, not a bordello! After all! I will tend to Mrs.
Johnson, and if there's anything I can't handle, I will let Doctor know." She
picked up the chart, tucked it under her arm and walked briskly down the hall
and into room 714.

The LPN grinned. She shook her head. "I love needling her", she said under her
breath. "Damn, I got a cramp in my arm", she said, massaging her biceps. She
looked up at me coyly.

"I can relieve that, Brenda", I offered.

"OK. Let's go in the Med room", she whispered. "The Dragon Lady could get me
fired if she saw us touching each other in public." She pulled her keys out of
her pocket and walked to the Med room door. "Do you see her?" she asked.

I looked down the hall. The Charge Nurse was nowhere to be seen. "Coast is
clear", I mouthed, not wanting to make a sound. My dick was still hard.

Brenda unlocked the Med room door, turned on the light, and motioned me in. I
hurried over and stepped inside. "Stand over here so I can shut the door", she
said, gently pushing me on the small of my back. When the door closed, she
turned around and faced me, her back to the door. "Now, doctor, please have a
look at this biceps of mine", she whispered, a sly smile on her lips.

I rolled up her sleeve. "Where does it hurt?" I asked, playing 'Doctor'"

She lifted up her arm and slowly bent her elbow. Her baseball-sized biceps
bulged under her smooth skin. "All over" she whispered invitingly. "It hurts
all over. Rub it, Dr. Anderson.please hurry, I'm in such pain!" she whispered
dramatically, clearly playing the role of a patient in distress. I put my
hands on her muscle. It was as hard as a stone. My dick throbbed.

"Relax it, Brenda.let me work on it with my 'doctor's' fingers" I said,
playing along. She straightened her elbow, leaned against the door and closed
her eyes. I held her wrist between my right elbow and my hip and began to
massage her biceps with the thumbs of both hands.

"You've been lifting for years, haven't you, Brenda?" I asked, trembling with
excitement. "Your biceps has the springy muscularity only years of serious
lifting can produce."

"You must be a muscle expert, Dr. Anderson", she said, batting her lashes. "Do
you lift too, or do you just like muscular women?" she asked, her dark eyes
blazing.

"Both" I answered. "I've been lifting for years myself.and, muscled women have
always turned me on."

"Show me your muscle!" She demanded, pulling her arm from my grasp. "I showed
you mine, now you show me yours!" She unbuttoned my lab coat and pushed it to
the floor. Then she pushed up the sleeve of my shirt and said, "OK, flex for
me!" I bent my arm and contracted my softball-sized biceps. Brenda's eyes
opened wide and she grabbed my arm with both hands and squeezed my muscle.
"Gosh!" she exclaimed under her breath. "It's bigger and harder than mine!"
she said in amazement, still squeezing. "I've been aching for a man with
bigger muscles than me for a long time."

Brenda's chest was heaving. She put her hands on my chest and looked at me
intensely. "You never did answer my question, Dr. Anderson" she said
breathlessly. I looked at her blankly. "You remember." she whispered, drawing
closer. "Earlier.at the nurse's station when the Dragon Lady was there.I
asked, 'Isn't sex great when you have big muscles?'.remember?"

"I remember."

"Well?" she continued, slipping her powerful arms around my waist. "Oh!" she
exclaimed. She stood on her toes and began to grind her crotch against my
pole-hard dick. "I guess I have my answer.don't I, Doctor Anderson?"