" I know it's long, I've already seen it," she said, and leaned over to give me a kiss on the lips. I tried to make it last longer but she pulled away... and stood up.She was wearing the white chiffon negligee she had modeled for me earlier in the week. Her big pendulous breasts were hidden by satin triangles, but I could see them sway back and forth, almost revealing nipples as they moved under the satin. Her round smooth belly was more apparent under the sheer, see-through material, and below. I couldnt rsist any longer and moved my hand back to help remove her jeans . Karen took her hand from my cock when i began to help with the jeans and whipped them off imedediatly ,i had turned in the bed and watching her body moved my hand to rub along the inside of her thighs as she tried to wriggle out of her top and not make noise. asi moved in on her labia and clitoris shemoved sidewways to get across the bed and push my head towards her lightly bushy mound, I could feel her thighs. She was on the evening shift, a result of her lack of seniority, she said. She liked it because most of the doctors were gone and there was generally less activity, and fewer people looking over her shoulder and hassling her. We spent a fair amount of time talking to each other; she told me I was the only young person on her floor.In fact, I was one of the few patients on her floor at all. I was in a semi-private room, but except for the first day, there wasn't anyone in the other bed. Or in. Nigel never paid her any attention sexually, and she didn't fancy him any more either. She told me she didn't really like him much.We made arrangments to meet up again the next Monday evening, but both of us wanted to see each other more often if we could. I couldn't arrange anything any quicker because I had a pretty full diary, but we left it that we would message each other as often as we could.Gary was not at all sober after his pool match, but he still wanted me to tell him all that I had.