Mischievous Medical Misdirect

Susan sat in the exam room, knees locked together, paper gown crinkling every time she shifted. Bianca promised she’d stay right beside her. When the nurse stepped out, Susan peeled off her clothes and slid her arms through the open-backed gown. The fabric gaped down her spine, cool air licking the length of her naked back. Nancy said she’d return for the prelim checks, but the minutes dragged on and the nurse didn’t come. Bianca went looking. When she slipped back inside, the exam table was already tilted flat, stirrups out. Susan lay waiting, eyes squeezed shut, legs obediently parted. The gown had ridden up; her pussy glistened pink, soft folds parted, clit peeking. Bianca felt a tight, wicked pulse between her own legs. She eased closer. "You ready?" she whispered. Susan nodded without opening her eyes. Bianca kept her voice low, careful. "Nurse is… starting with your breasts." She cupped the soft weight in each palm, rolling the stiffened nipples between her fingers. Susan sighed, arching a little. Bianca watched the color bloom on Susan’s chest and went on narrating like a script. "Now she’s checking lower. Just a gentle press." Her palm slid down the smooth plane of Susan’s belly, pausing at the neat strip of trimmed hair. Susan’s breath quickened. "Tell me what she’s doing," she begged. Bianca leaned in, brushing her lips against Susan’s ear. "She’s parting your lips," she murmured, and two fingers slid between slick, swollen petals. Susan moaned, thighs twitching wider. Bianca rubbed the swollen clit in slow circles, slick sounds loud in the quiet room. Susan’s hips lifted, chasing each stroke. Bianca stayed precise, never breaking the fiction. "She’s sliding inside now. Two fingers, nice and deep." She pushed in to the knuckle, curling up against the velvet spot that made Susan gasp and tremble. Susan’s inner muscles fluttered, then clenched hard. A sudden rush of clear liquid burst from her, drenching Bianca’s wrist and the front of the returning nurse’s scrubs. Nancy froze in the doorway, clipboard slipping from her fingers. Susan’s eyes flew open, face flaming. For one suspended second nobody spoke. Then Nancy’s mouth curved. Bianca licked her lower lip. Susan, soaked and shaking, gave a shaky laugh. All three moved at once—gowns and scrubs in a careless heap on the linoleum. The exam table creaked under the new weight, and the room filled with the wet, greedy sounds of three women giving in.