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The hot, steaming water traced the back of Danielle’s soft neck and flowed the length of her back, soothing away the dread of a Monday morning. She felt the tension of going back to work after a long weekend easing away as the water ran over every inch of her body. Her hand braced against the wall holding her weight as she leaned into it. She kept her head down, but her body continued moving, swaying, twisting, and wiggling; guiding the stress relieving streams along the frame of her 5’5” body.
Danielle had come into work early specifically to enjoy one of Mercy General’s staff room showers. It was private with a lockable door and enough room to get ready. The doctors commonly used it to get ready before medical briefings when they had to change into a suit and tie directly from the OR. She always felt the most comfortable at the hospital; even the shower felt more personal than the one she had to share with her roommate, Jennifer.
She had been running behind after a long weekend with Sarah and Johnny. They were a great group to party with, but neither of them had to be up at 5 AM like Danielle did. The evening had ended at 2 AM, which gave her exactly enough time to go home, catch a two-hour nap and still get to work at 4 AM for a little private time before beginning her shift.
Her scented soap felt like a heavenly cloud wrapped around her curves. She ran the bar from her neck down her chest between her breasts and to her stomach. Each pass was more thorough, rubbing her cares away one stroke at a time. She pushed off the wall allowing the warm water to chase the suds from her chest. Danielle took a few deep breaths taking in the smells of scented soap and shampoo. She smiled to herself, closing her eyes and imagining a warm summer day lounging by a crowd of people in her favorite purple bikini.
Pleasant memories of her trips to the Caribbean began flooding her mind. She thought of the beaches, the people, and the incredibly hot bodies on every beach the island had to offer. She remembered Ricardo and Dante, two of her favorite island man-toys. The locals were always kind and more than willing to give a tourist a taste of the island, especially one that looked like Danielle.
A soft moan escaped her lips as she reminisced about the tropical men worshiping her body. Her nipples rose from their slumber, rising and hardening, readying themselves to be flicked and sucked by a hungry pair of lips. With one hand still gripping the wall, the other slipped further south, searching for the center of her tropical storm. When the bar reached her lips, she gasped. Her desires were fueled by an active imagination and vivid memories, demanding she take action.
The bar slipped out of her fingers and fell to the floor. She ran the tips of her fingers the entire length of her lips, stroking them with careless need. Her body maneuvered the water until the stream graced her groin. The warm sensation running over her fingers added excitement to her already overflowing pot. Each stroke felt as if her fingers were dancing between her lips.
Her tongue escaped the prison of her mouth and began tracing her lips. Back and forth, back and forth her tongue echoed the movements of her fingers on her southern lips. Finally, the desire for pleasure became too great. She slid two fingers down to the eye of her storm. Without hesitation, her body accepted their request for entry. Danielle shivered as she plunged the length of her fingers deep inside.
She rocked in harmony with her hand, wrenching around, feeling and touching her favorite inner spots, places only she knew how to reach. Once each spot had been rubbed in turn, her body clenched and a brief moment of warm sunshine flowed through her entire body.
Danielle gasped, moaning slightly louder than she should have with anyone being able to listen from outside the door. But at that specific moment in time, she just didn’t care. She was on the beach in the Caribbean with a tropical man having just conquered her storm.
After a moment, it was over. She opened her eyes, squinting at the shower head still pointed at her body. A smile was etched onto her face as she withdrew her fingers. She sighed happily.
Soon after her triumph, a tinge of sadness overcame her heart as she was reminded of being in the hospital shower, and not on a Caribbean beach, but after an orgasm like that, it was impossible to be unhappy for long.
Bending over to retrieve the soap, she began humming one of her favorite TV show songs while she cleaned up her hands. The shower wasn’t large and wasn’t small, but just big enough for a body her size to move around comfortably and get completely clean.
Danielle finished removing the soap from her body, and maybe a few extra wipes around her still erect nipples. She didn’t want any soap to be left there, of course.
Just as she had finished her last wipe and turned off the water, there was a knock at the door.
“Are you going to be much longer,” asked a soft voice struggling to project through the door.
“Almost done,” she yelled back, stepping out of the shower.
She picked up one of the white full body towels and began drying herself off. The body was easy, but her shoulder length dark brown hair would take a while before it was dry. Her hands moved quickly, drying every inch of skin from her legs to her neck. Then, before opening the door, Danielle grabbed another, smaller towel and wrapped it around her hair.
Walking over to the door in her towels, she tried wiping the smile off her face. It may have been a great orgasm, but everyone didn’t need to know about it.
“Hey, Kelly. I’m not fully dressed, but I’m done in the shower if you want to use it,” she said peering around the door to the blonde waiting outside. “Do you want to come in?”
Danielle opened the door and let the petite blonde into the bathroom. “There’s dry towels over there. I’m just going to put on my scrubs, a little makeup and I’ll be out of your hair.” She smiled and walked back over to the bathroom mirror to undo the towel on her head.
“No rush,” answered Kelly, pulling her red lace blouse over her head. “I’m working with Doctor JackAss in Radiology today.”
“Ugh. Not Jackerson,” she exclaimed grabbing her purple scrubs from her bag. “That douche always tries to find an excuse to feel my tits.””
“Well, they are nice,” laughed Kelly, unhooking her own bra and tossing it on the floor with her blouse and jeans. Her breasts were almost a full cup size smaller than Danielle’s, but more perky with bigger nipples. Danielle always took a few extra glances when Kelly was topless. She wished hers were that perky. Not that she minded the attention her Cs brought in.
Danielle giggled. “Thanks.” She turned towards Kelly and pulled her robe off, exposing her freshly washed, silky skin. “I don’’t get many complaints.” She winked.
“I’m sure you don’t, honey,” Kelly answered while stepping into the shower, closing the curtain half way. There was a hint of jealousy in her voice, or maybe resentment, or maybe envy. Danielle couldn’t tell. She shrugged. Either way, she needed to get to the head nurse’s desk for her assignment.
The watch she had placed next to the sink read 5:50. Her heart skipped a beat. Another late start meant another infraction she would have to work off.
With a bit of urgency, she slipped into what she called her work panties, which were really just full, non-sexy, no frills, white underwear, and then jumped into her pants. She grabbed the scrub top off the counter and tossed it on. She briefly considered a bra, considering her nipples were still erect; it would be more professional to use one, but she didn’t like them, and she knew her patients enjoyed a more natural feel during her care anyway.
Danielle checked herself in the mirror. She pulled her top a little slack so her protrusions wouldn’t be so obvious and fluffed her damp, yet manageable hair. “I’m out, Kelly. See you later.”
Danielle tossed her street clothes in her bag, the dirty towels in the receptacle and bolted for the door. She opened it without looking and charged forward directly into Dave.
“Well, hi there,” chuckled Dave grabbing onto her, stopping them both from falling. “Fancy running into you here.”
“Sorry, Dave,” she said. “Got to be at the desk in five minutes.”
“No worries. Go on ahead. I’ll stash your bag in your locker. Hey, is anyone in there or can I use the shower?”
“Oh, good,” he said with a smirk as he scooted past Danielle. “Time to give her a B-day present. Have a great day.”
He quickly closed the door behind him. Danielle couldn’t help but lean up against the door. She could hear the shower curtain sliding open and Kelly’s muffled giggling, followed by a greeting coming from Dave and more giggling.
Danielle shook her head. She wanted to stay, listen for a few minutes, and maybe remember something she accidentally left behind. But she was never late and Mrs. Turner would make her pay with all the worst areas of the floor. She forced herself to leave and run for the elevator.