She blotted her pussy again. She wiped the sticky, pungent cunt-juice off her fingers with toilet paper. She arranged her uniform and left the cubicle. The two nurses were busily pissing in their own cubicles. With a sigh of relief, Christie slipped out the door.

At the end of the corridor, as she turned the corner, she ran into Brad Wylie.

"Jesus!" he said. "You're like a guided missile! Where in hell are you rushing to, Christie?"

She laughed nervously. She apologized. After a quick glance down the corridor to make certain they were alone, she pressed against him and kissed his cheek.

"Find an empty bed," she said. "And please do it fast!"

Brad chuckled. "That bad, huh? I haven't seen you moaning for it like this in ages."

She playfully pinched his cock. "Shut up and find us a bed," she said. With a final fingering of his rising cock, she pranced off to the surgical ward. She knew Brad would come through with a bed – he always did! She hoped he wouldn't dawdle.

As it turned out, he moved faster than she'd expected. An hour later they were facing each other in an empty room on the sixth hoof. Brad had arranged things with the nurse in charge and Christie felt safe enough to really let loose. God, how she needed it!

Removing his white jacket, Brad undid his tie. Christie kicked off her shoes and came into his arms. Their mouths locked in a hot, searching kiss. He pulled her close to him with one hand pressed on her quivering ass. The prominent bulge of his cock-shaft dug into tile rise of her belly.

Christie felt as if she had a fire in her cunt. She wasn't sure she'd be able to hold out through the preliminaries. Brad liked to dally he liked a long build-up!