Hungry for Pussy

Bridgett sat in the waiting room of her OBGYN, flipping the pages of an outdated magazine. Her dark denim, low-rise jeans paired with a bright white tank top left little to the imagination. Everyone-including the man with his pregnant wife-couldn't help but eye her up and down; even the nurse calling patients back noticed her.
She was there for her yearly gynecological exam that she never missed. Her doctor, Tim Collins, was perhaps the most beautiful and single man she had ever met. About 6' tall with sandy brown hair and piercing blue eyes he was the only reason she was still single. Preparation for this appointment included waxing, tanning, and lotion in every nook and cranny. Every year he slid his fingers into her moist cunt, yet every year he failed to ask her out.
Over the past few months she soon realized her crush had turn into an obsession. About four months after last seeing him she'd called and demanded an appointment, saying she feared she may be pregnant. When the nurse simply asked her to pee in a cup she became annoyed, saying it was imperative Dr. Collins inspect her. Hesitantly the nurse told the doctor, who ended up doing a full exam. Not only was she not pregnant, but it was clear he questioned her sanity.
'Is everything O. K. Bridgett?' he had asked. 'You seem a little, what's the word, 'anxious?' I mean most women don't like these appointments.' All she could do was turn every shade of red as he scribbled something in her chart, patted her leg like a little school girl and walked out. As she began getting dressed a red headed woman had walked in, took a good look at her and quickly shut the door. She wasn't even embarrassed, and if her memory served her correctly she'd heard that nurse practitioner was into women.
So here she was a year later, anxiously awaiting to see him. Maybe, just maybe she thought, she should move on.
'Bridgett?' a woman called. Looking up from an article about gay marriages she smiled at the tall red headed nurse with bright green eyes. Her pink scrubs were unusually snug, accentuating supple breasts and a plump ass.
It was the same nurse practitioner who had admired her naked body.
'That's me,' she said while standing up, accepting she was probably doing the exam today.
'Hi, I'm Rose, the nurse practitioner. Dr. Collins became very ill at the last minute so I'll be performing your exam.' She smiled, revealing bright white teeth and perfectly glossed lips. Bridgett's eyes traveled down her shirt, appreciating the deep cleavage.
'Oh that's no problem,' she stuttered out while quickly moving her eyes back up. Rose continued to smile as she turned around and led her down the hallway, to the exam room at the far end.
'Before we get started, can you tell me a little about your sexual activity? Do you have any current partners?'
'Not currently, no,' she replied.
'Beautiful woman like you with no partners? How is that possible?' she said while writing something probably unimportant in her file. Probably next to Dr. Collins word 'psycho' from last year.
'Guess I've just been busy.' It was true she was very busy. Busy fighting off men wanting her attention.
'I'll give you a few minutes to undress and make yourself comfortable.' She winked before exiting the room, leaving Bridgett to undress alone.
As she got on her back and placed her legs in those unsightly leg holders, she tried adjusting her gown right as Rose walked back in. A part of her felt vulnerable, while another part just couldn't deny the moisture below...
'Actually could you sit up? Just going to do a few basic stats on you first.' As she swung her legs over the side of the cot Rose helped to steady her back. It wasn't necessary but her soft, feminine hands gave her goose bumps on her arms. As she placed a cold stethoscope on her back she reached in front and cupped her right breast. Bridgett's head fell back and she moaned.
'Can you breathe in for me, sweetie?' she purred in her ear while massaging her nipple. As Bridgett breathed in and out she felt Rose work her hands over her stomach.
'You don't have any visible lumps in your breast. May I touch your stomach?'
'Please do,' Bridgett said, almost unaware of what she was saying. Rose dropped the stethoscope, it's crashing sound on the ground indicative of what was to come.
'Feels good,' she said while inhaling Bridgett's enticing scent around her neck. Before she knew it her hands had moved down and were now rubbing the top of her pussy while her other hand stroked her hair. 'You've never had a man do this to you, have you baby?' she said softly while studying Bridgett's face. All she could do was shake her head 'no.' She wanted nothing more than for Rose to force her on her back and make love to her on the cold gurney...
'Any pain in the vaginal area, or does everything feel good?' she asked.
'It feels very good, actually,' she replied.
'I want you to feel comfortable. Or is there anything else I can do to relax you?' With that invitation Bridgett opened her eyes, leaned forward and kissed her, the kind of kiss that tells the other person 'I need you...'
She swung her legs up on the cot and fell on her back. Her pussy dripped cum onto the white liner as she flung her hands above her head. Rose began to undress, showing a sapphire green bra and panties set that matched her eyes. Up until this day she had never admired a vagina, but she knew she needed to taste, lick and make love to her womanhood...
'Close your eyes,' Rose said. She let every inhibition go, every muscle unwind, and enjoyed the pleasure that was Rose's tongue.
It was soft and long as it touched every inch of her butterfly lips. Instinctively her butt lifted higher, forcing Rose inside her cave. She ate her pussy like she was a pro, allowing Bridgett's juices to build up before completely swallowing. After several minutes of Rose's mouth she released her pent up orgasm that had been saved for Dr. Collins' fingers.
'Oh my God!' she whispered quietly, aware of people walking right by the door. Rose's nose nuzzled against her wetness, tracing each fold with her tongue.
'Now it's my turn.' Rose walked over to her head, bent down and made love to Bridgett's lips before straddling her face. Bridgett placed a hand on each ass cheek before sticking her tongue inside. Rose moaned out in pleasure before assuming the 69 position, once again sucking her pussy. Bridgett found she enjoyed this much more than sex with a man, instinctively knowing how to please her. After all, she was a woman herself.
Before long the gurney began to creak incessantly as they both violently thrust their vaginas. Rose grunted before squirting into her mouth, a stream of juice that Bridgett gladly drank.
'My God,' Bridgett whispered. 'I never...' She laid still on her back, gently licking the folds of Rose's pussy.
'Most women don't until they've tried it,' Rose said. She slid two fingers inside Bridgett's pussy, her fingers clamming up from the damp cum. A few strokes later and she was on her feet getting dressed.
'Where are you going?' Bridgett said, nervous it was all over. After all, she hadn't even gotten her exam yet.
'No offense dear, but Dr. Collins is here today. He sent me in to release your energy before doing the exam.' She smiled, almost in a patronizing yet sensual way.
'Wait-you mean, he knows??!' Bridgett yelled, upset this was all a plan.
'Of course, sweetie. But that doesn't mean I don't want to see you again. You tasted...sweet.' She cocked her head to the side before scribbling down her number. 'Why don't you call me later?'
'I don't under-' but Rose was gone before she could finish. A few moments later there was a rapping on the door, followed by Dr. Tim Collins. Only this time, she realized, he wasn't as handsome.
'And how are we today?' he asked, acting as though he wasn't in on everything.
'Oh I'm doing very well, thank you.' Bridgett studied his face, looking for a sign he knew what had happened. Nothing. She contemplated saying something, but instead sighed and swung her legs up. No moisture came out as he prodded her vagina, mumbling things about what he was doing and hopefully she wasn't too uncomfortable.
Nothing had been said about the altercation with Rose. Slightly irritated, though she wasn't sure why, she decided to simply schedule with Rose next year.
'And are we making next year's appointment?' the receptionist asked.
'Yes, but can I see Rose, his nurse practitioner instead?'
'I'm sorry dear, but Rose is just a nurse. She preps you before Dr. Collins comes in.' Just then she turned around to see Rose taking another woman back, eyeing her in the same fashion.
'So he didn't know,' Bridgett murmured. Smiling to herself she realized that maybe, just maybe, she'd start batting for the other team.