“Fifteen minutes here or there, especially when I first started working nights. But now I’m usually fine to work the whole shift without a nap. Really, it’s for the docs. They work stupid long shifts, and no one wants someone making critical medical decisions with a tired brain.”
“Good point,” I say.
She switches back to selfie mode, and I watch a slow grin spread across her luscious lips, and she looks over her shoulder on one side, then the other.
She leans in and whispers, even though there’s supposedly no one else in the room with her, “People havesexin here sometimes.”
The way she says it, like it’s super scandalous, cracks me up. I can’t help grinning.
“It’s like the show Grey’s Anatomy up in here. Nurses and doctors. Doctors and doctors. Nurses and nurses.” She seems gleeful about it. “I’ve walked in on someprettyinterestingstuff.”
“What about you?” I test, not really wanting to know the answer. “Have you ever...”
“No!” she exclaims, which makes me oddly happy. “I don’tdo thatwith coworkers.”
“Okay, okay,” I say. “I mean...people have needs...sometimes.”
She’s obviously had sex since I. She has a kid, for crying out loud. I can’t be a jerk about the fact that she has a sexual history.
I do, too.
“I mean,” she says, and it’s dark, but I think I can see a blush creeping onto her high cheekbones. “Sure. People do have needs.”
“And how do you feed those needs, Emma?” I ask, knowing I could totally be crossing a line. My tone is less humorous, darker. My cock twitches in my sweatpants just thinking about her that way.
“I, ummm...” she bites her bottom lip. “I haven’t...been with anyone in a while. So, I uh...”
“Touch yourself?” I ask.
She nods.
“Would you ever do that for me? Show me how you do it?”
She looks over her shoulder and bites that lip again. “Now?”
“If you’d like,” I say. “I can join you.”
She hesitates for a minute, but then gives another little nod, and I see the background changing. She slips into one of the sleeping nooks and says, “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to put the phone somewhere where I can see you,” I say. “I’ll do the same.”
We both adjust, setting up our phones so our bodies are visible. She pulls her scrub pants down so I can see her pussy. I could come just from seeing her like this.
I pull off my pants and let her see that I’m already hard.
I stroke myself a few times. “I’m hard for you, Emma. This is for you. Touch yourself. Imagine it’s my thumb on your clit, my mouth on your pussy, my fingers inside you. Whatever gets you there.”
She touches herself, her middle finger working her clit before dipping inside her folds.
“Show me how wet you are,” I say, pumping my cock.
She puts her fingers inside that sweet pussy and pulls them out. They glisten in the phone’s low light.
Her breath catches as she moves, eyes locked on mine through the screen.
“Yeah,” I whisper. “Just like that. Em. Go faster, harder. Imagine those are my fingers fucking you.”
Her lips part, a soft sound escaping her.
