Nurse Jane
Copyright© 2026 by chitchat
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Jane a 40 year old divorced woman after a 2 year drought since her husband left, now has caught the attention of a patients relative. She knows she shouldn’t but with his girlfriend attending to her dad and the empty office available, she finds herself attempting to stretch around his engorged member.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Cheating Slut Wife Interracial Black Male White Female Squirting
There was something about my time with him, I mean on paper it was clearly days we’d spend together but I honestly felt like the time would fly. It was like something I had never had and my addiction to it was unquenchable.
Don’t get me wrong I’m definitely not a virgin, I’ve back packed across Europe in my 20s and honestly I didn’t have much aversion to a sexy European or two having me on my back, I was young single and ready to mingle after all, but Toni was different, He was intoxicating, the guy could make me ache from trying to accommodate him and I’d still beg for him not to stop. I would sit in work looking at the clock and have flash back after flash back of that first night. I swear I hate to work late but every time I walk past Stephen’s office I picture that explosion of juices that first time with Toni, I can’t believe how in the middle of this busy hospital and I instantly get hot thinking of that late night emergency that lead me to squirt all over Toni’s thick cock for the first time.
Where do I even start? I guess I should start at the beginning but it’s really not that juicy of a story. I had pulled the short straw and ended up having to stay for handover again. Honestly the NHS is on its arse! After working a 12 hour shift I now have to sit and handover to a bunch of lazy nurses who never bothered to show on time. I just couldn’t wait to get out of there. I sometimes wish id stayed in Canada but stupid me met a Brit fell in love and now here I am a divorced 40 year old in a country I can’t stand just so the kids can stay near their dad. Life used to be fun, I used to be young wild and free like they say, I mean the type of woman to go out in a new city with no plans, just going where the wind blows me, exploring could be climbing the stairs to the top of the Eiffel Tower or that time I was sandwiched between those twins in Germany regretting the awkwardness of those cocktail weiners. Don’t get me wrong I wasn’t a slag but I had promised myself to just say yes to new experiences, however now I say no a lot I guess. Taking the safe option, the smart option, taking it on the chin for the family and after all that divorced because he wanted to trade me in for a younger model. Fucking prick!
Anyways yes still here sat watching the clock tick so I can tell them about the patients we have in and get myself finally to bed. It’s been such a long day!
Here we fucking go! Another emergency the red phones going off, luckily the Dr got it thanks Matt, he flashed me a smile guess he knew it was almost time for me to go he’s such a nice young Dr they really are better than some of those older guys. Not more than 5 mins after the call comes in the emergency doors burst in, the paramedic speaking all the stats and honestly I’m far too tiered to take it all in, I shouted Matt do you need me, he just gestured to look after the family so I did, took them to a quieter place and calmed them down a bit, just my luck I’ve got a screaming kid, a mum and drips and drabs of family members showing up over the next couple minutes. The woman who I’m gathering must be the daughter just saying “it’s happening” over and over under stifled sobs, I guess the family must have known this was something the old grandad was heading to for a while. At the door I noticed Sally trying to get my attention, yes! Finally handover time! I explained to the family that I just needed to handover but I would check on them before I left. And then I heard him, this deep, bellowing, strong voice “thanks love” as I turned to look and say you’re welcome this beautiful man just smiled and seemed unphased by the chaos around him. You’re welcome as I rushed out the room.
So handover happened, I changed out of my scrubs and into my normal trampy joggers, put my hair in a messy bun and started to leave the hospital because I was honestly so DONE! The doors were opening and that crisp cold winter breeze of freedom finally hit me, I can’t wait to get cosy in bed. I closed my eyes inhaled the freedom and muttered to myself “just 15 mins till home” like I often do and there it was again “what if there’s traffic?” In that deep strong voice again. Honestly I swear my vagina clenched a bit just at that, it’s been a while obviously. I turned to see the beautiful gift from God that I had seen earlier. He smiled “there’s some road works round the corner traffics been a nightmare” oh hey I said to him, sorry I dint catch your name. It’s Toni he said as he holds out his hand. Oh hi Toni, I said already transforming into some silly little school girl with a crush.
“So you didn’t want to see us again”
“excuse me?
“You said you’d come check on us before you went home”
“Oh shit ye, I mean oh no”
“Ha don’t worry Ive heard a few dirty words in my time”
I bet he has, he looked rugged, definitely chiseled he must workout but his hands covered with calluses he must have a physical job. His stubble looks fresh like it grows back over night or maybe he just trims it I don’t know but he looked like everything I wanted to taste I’m not going to lie.
“Sorry I’m just tired, I’m all over the place”
“Honestly it’s ok it’s my fault I just thought I could steal a few more minutes with you”
Is he taking the piss? Here I am dressed like I got changed in the dark with bags under my eyes and I swear he’s hitting on me, is he hitting on me? I honestly didn’t know but I wasn’t about to run to my car just yet. He asked me if I wanted a coffee because I looked like I’d had a bad day, I said his day didn’t seem much better but turns out it was his gfs dad and they have never gotten a long. I know I know he has a girlfriend and I know I should make my excuses and leave but those lips, that smile, I have been soaking since he said thank you and give a girl a fucking break, I’m going home to an empty house because the kids are with their dad and being alone at home isn’t something I need to rush to I gues, so let me just enjoy my extra 10 with this man. As we sat and spoke in the hospital cafeteria I honestly laughed so much and enjoyed this guys time. I could feel his knee brushed against mine and I was not going to be the one to move it, I mean in terms of physical touch this is probably the most I’ve had since the divorce 2 years ago so I’m going to cherish every moment and try and remember it for the shower head later.
An hour or so passed and honestly the tiredness came back, I had to leave and I swear a couple other colleagues were giving me a look like why are you still here. So it was time to tell Toni that I honestly had to leave but “what about giving me your number we could maybe do this again” was his reaction to that. You smooth fucking devil you but before my brain could compute what the hell was happening my body had already deceived me and given him what it wanted and my phone is already in his hand. Wtf am I doing I’m all about girl gang and women empowerment now I’m here and
“I don’t know what’s coming over me”
“What do you mean”
oh shit I said that out loud and now he’s sat smiling but looking a little confused.
“You don’t have to give me your number if you don’t want to”
I just smiled and said it was fine. He then offered to walk me out and I honestly loved that because every second with this man felt amazing and I didn’t want it to end.
Walking through the hallways as slow as I can I couldn’t stop glimpsing down at the bounce in his trousers, every step I could see a recoil like it had a mind of its own.
“Sorry my boxers are loose today”
Omg he caught me looking.
“No no nothing to be sorry about” as my face went a bright red. He smiled and I could tell he knew what I would be doing tonight.
“what are you doing with your evening”