You think you hear a car door slam, and someone walking around outside. As you look on the surveillance monitor, and zoom in, you see that it is a young, beautiful nurse! She is leaving her car, swinging a white bag at her side, wearing a long, white lab coat. She is like no nurse you have ever seen, a stunning blond, with long, flowing hair coming down over her shoulders like tiny strands of golden silk. It’s hard for you to say exactly how tall she is through the eyes of the camera. Judging by the three foot wall she is behind, you guess her to be about 5 feet, 7 inches tall. Medium height to anyone else. The young nurse pauses outside the gate, checking the address on her card, then looking at the address on the gate. An excited smile emerges, as she shoves the card down into her purse, opens the gate, and steppes through with a bouncy eagerness. As she does, you can see a shapely, tanned, smooth pair of knees, calves, and ankles, and a dainty pair of white canvas sneekers on her feet. She playfully swings her white supply bag, stepping down the walk way with a definite spring in her step. She arrives at the front door, and the door bell rings, so you switch to the close up monitor. It is a high def monitor, so you can make out every detail. She is absolutely stunning, with thin, darting brows, big, striking, dark brown eyes, a slender, dainty nose, and glossy, kissable lips. Her hair shimmers, as she stands doing some last minute primping. Then you turn on the outside monitor so that she can see you. As you do, Her face lights up into a big smile. You are completely smitten, as you gaze into her eyes, lulled into a false sense of being normal, and looking face to face with her. You greet one another, and after some discussion, you learn that her name is Debra Towers, and that she is there to give you a lift to the school. She tells you that when she heard you needed a ride, she was eager to help. It turns out that she is a student nurse, in her second year, only 19 years old. She has been assigned to the high school as part of her work projects, and has come five hours early for a reason. She needs to do a heart monitor study. She tells you that she would impress her professor, if she had a unique subject like you. Since it is for her grade, you gladly cooperate. Then you push the mag lock, and unlock the door, suddenly shaken to reality as she towers in. You come only to her calves, as she looks down, and lets out a deep sigh, lighting up into a dreamy smile as she says, “Oh my God! You’re even cuter than I thought!” She eagerly comes your way, passing the normal sized guest chair and ottoman, dropping her bag on the chair as she passes. Although her dainty sneekers produce nothing more than a muffled pat on the tile floor, you can feel every part of her weight coming down. It causes a deep, inaudible thud that rattles every loose thing in the room, your whole body included. It feels as if a huge tree falls, then another, then another. So you back up, and stand there trembling, as she looms excitedly over. She bends down, reaching out a hand, as she says in an excited, melodious shrill, “Come here, , you adorable little man! I’ve been dying to meet you!” You try your best to dodge her hand, darting across the room, as she comes thundering up behind, chasing you all around the room. Finally exhausted, you back up into a corner. She swoops you up, and lifts you high above the floor, past her towering, heavenly form, up to her face for a snuggle and a kiss. “Put me down!” you demand. She only sighs, saying , “I love that cute, quiet little voice of yours!” Then she takes you over to the ottoman, and sits you on top of it, as she kneels on the floor next to it, putting her elbows on the side of the ottoman, as she leans over you. Her shining, blond hair flows down over your feet, as she smiles down, looking you over hungrily. I yell, “What about that health screening that we talked about?” She smiled, and said, “O. You mean the study! Here, we’ll get to that. Don’t worry. I’ll need to get you ready to monitor that heart of yours. I asked, “How are you going to do that? Hook me up to a bunch of little electrodes?” She laughed, and said, “Well, no. In this case, I needed to improvise.” She reaches into her big, white bag, and pulls out a little disk, saying, “This is what the researchers use to monitor rats. It’s completely self contained, and wireless. All you need to do, is swallow it. So you look at the small object, put it in your mouth, and swallow. There! Now, I have a recorder here somewhere. She pulls out a device about the size of a box of cigars, and turns it on, setting things up as she tweeks the knobs. Finally she says, There! Now we will try to get a good resting rate. Just relax, she says, as she lays me out, has me close my eyes, and sits back on her feet. Of course, there's no way to relax. I peek up into her grinning face, and she tilts her head to the side, smiling down. She says in a calm, soothing voice, “Just relax. Just rest.” About five minutes goes by, and there is a beep on the recorder. She looks over at it, and says, "Good! This is so easy. Everything is automatic. You say, Can you put me back down on the floor now? She does a little more tweeking, and then says, "Sure, Cutie! However you want it." She grins, as she sets me back down on the floor, rises to her feet, reaches down, and starts the recording again with the push of a button. Then she rises back up, and says, There! Now we can get on with the rest of the session!" I stand there, as she looks down smiling, stepping over to the back of the chair. I try to hide on the other side of the ottoman, but she just laughs, saying, "What's the matter, little man? Don't hide! I have a surprise! Look over here!" As you peek aroundthe the corner, stepping partially into view, she reaches up, and unbuttons her lab coat, pulling it off to reveal a white, very short, ultra soft, modal empire dress. It is so short, that you can see nearly every inch of her long, luscious legs. You start to tremble, as you look up into those big, tanned, broad, baby smooth bare thighs. As she spins around to drape the lab coat over the chair, you plainly see her big, bare, heart pounding cheek bottoms, emerge. Only a little pair of matching white panties, hide any part of that big, incredible ass. She turns to you, and comes your way, as you look up and see the bottom of her pantied crotch, and a paiar of medium sized breasts, showing through the half oval cut of the dress. Her silky, smooth ares hang down at her sides, covered in poofy, short sleaves, and those thighs and hips make your knees go weak. You try to hide againbehind the ottoman, but she comes, and peeks over the top, saying, "Time for some fun, little man! Let's see how much I can get that heart rate up now!" You know it is useless to run, but you do anyway, as she giggles, and chases you around the room, trying to grab you. When she finally does, she lays you back on the ottoman. As she bends over, holding you there, the hem of her dress hikes way up in the back, and it drapes softly down over her big hips. She says in a shrill voice, I've been dying to feel that little body up against me! I watched, as her skirt slid down onto her back, and her big, round twin moons came into full view. Her little, white string panties, were only a triangle, being held by a swhite string of elastic. as I looked at all that bare, tender hip flesh, and the long, luscious thighs seeming to pour from either side, and her breasts hovering abovein twin globes, I nearly lost control, and my pants became rock hard. She noticed, rubbing her finger tips over it, as I moaned. Then she tore my shirt off, and yanked off my shorts, squeeling, as I laid there in only bikini briefs. I knew she was going to only a "
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