Naughty Nurse

“There.” The final button was secured and Misao turned to examine herself in the bathroom’s full length mirror. “Not bad…” Misao was dressed in a resplendent white dress that just barely skimmed the tops of her thighs and buttoned up almost to her chest where the dress parted to reveal the top of her lacy red bra. The push up did wonders for what Misao had always considered a deplorable lack of cleavage. She quickly bent over to make sure her red panties were clearly visible and with that confirmed she walked over to her dressing table. “Alright now, hair and makeup and then on to setting the stage!” She reached for her brush and began her preparations.

It had been about five months since Misao had moved in with her boyfriend Aoshi Shinomori, or more accurately, Dr. Aoshi Shinomori. The first couple of months had been all bells and roses, but when Aoshi’s hours at the hospital increased their relationship became almost platonic. Aoshi came home to sleep but that was about it and Misao found that she was becoming more and more frustrated with every passing day. She understood that despite his recent inattention Aoshi still loved her and was more than willing to be supportive in his time of need. However, the couple had always been quite active in the bedroom and she really missed him reaching for her during the night. In fact aside from the occasional absentminded kiss, Aoshi just didn’t seem to notice her anymore. It was this dilemma that had led Misao to the Love Shack Adult Store that afternoon on the way home from the coffee shop she co-owned with her friend Kaoru.

Misao slipped quietly into the store and was relieved to find it empty except for the two teenagers giggling over the porn videos in the back of the store since she didn’t particularly feel up to sharing this particular problem with her friends. Enviously oohing over each other‘s more memorable sexual exploits during girly outings was one thing, but Misao didn’t think this situation fell into that category - at least not yet it didn’t. Moving over to the colorful display to her right, Misao browsed through the erotic wares. She was lost in a whirl of flavored oils and glow in the dark edible underwear when she felt someone tapping her shoulder. “Aaack!” she screamed and whirled around to find her worst nightmare come to life. “M-megumi, what are you doing here?” "Why oh why is it always her?" Misao groaned to herself.
“Hmmm…not quite the place I expected to run into you Misao. I’m just restocking on a few of my and Sano’s favorites.” The tall brunette held up a shopping basket of items that Misao very determinedly avoided looking at. “What about you Misao- trying to spice up your love life?” she questioned.
“I..uh..I was just,” Misao floundered trying to come up with an explanation that didn’t include Aoshi not physically reacting to her anymore. Megumi took pity on her younger friend, “Its okay Misao, I know.”
“You do?” Misao asked incredulously. Any previous inclination Misao might have had to believe that her intimidating friend was a mind reader was now unequivocally confirmed. Megumi smiled kindly, “Sano and I went through the same phase when I first started my residency.” She saw the relief on Misao’s face and continued mischievously, “and we had a hell of a time 'working' through it.” Misao waited and waited for Megumi to continue. When it became obvious that Megumi wasn’t going to elaborate without some prompting she bit the bullet and asked, “Megumi, how did you…?”
“Well actually it was Sano who ’did’ but honestly just break down the dam doors and the waters will rush through on their own accord.” she said sagely.

“Eh? What is that suppo-”
“Anyways since we‘re both here, we should get a drink or something. Meet me at the checkout; I’ll be in the toy section if you need me.” Megumi walked away without waiting for a response leaving Misao to continue browsing. She sighed resignedly and looked around until a display of costumes caught her eye. "Break down the dam doors huh?" Misao rifled through the stack of outfits until her hands stopped on an intriguing package labeled “Naughty Nurse” She smiled happily, “Bingo!” and hurried to the checkout to meet Megumi. If things went according to plan she would have a very busy evening ahead of her.

After a grueling 12 hour shift, Aoshi walked five flights of stairs up to the apartment he shared with Misao cursing the broken elevator with every step. Luckily he had only two more days of work to get through before the weekend which he had requested to have off. It would be the first break he’d had for weeks and he desperately wanted to relax. He reached the door of the apartment and thanked God for small blessings when he found that the door was already unlocked for him. Aoshi made his way through the apartment noting a faint floral scent wafting through the air. “Misao? Are you home?” he called out.

“Right here sweetie,“ Misao called out in her best sultry voice. He turned around to find his petit girlfriend leaning against the bedroom door with one hand with the other hand resting on her hip. He started to speak, “Have you eaten ye-” and then noticed that something was not quite right. Aoshi frowned, “Misao, what are you wearing?” He stared in confusion at Misao who was wearing what looked to him like an impossibly tight button down white shirt with no pants and a strange visor-like hat. The fact that his girlfriend’s taste in clothes tended to be adventurous at times had never really bothered him before, but surely this was pushing things a bit too far? Aoshi sincerely hoped that she hadn’t worn that to work today - he didn‘t see any reason why the customers should get his half-naked girlfriend as well as sugar with their coffee.

Misao’s I’m-so-sexy face faltered at the look of consternation on his face as he looked at her. She had been expecting a reaction of a much different sort. “Well?” he prodded when she said nothing, but try as she might Misao couldn’t think of anything to say. She had fully envisioned that Aoshi would turn around, be overcome with desire at the sight of her, and sweep her off into the bedroom. Instead she was faced with an Aoshi who didn’t seem the least bit interested in her hot red lips, her sexy ruffled hair, or the body that was practically spilling out of the dress. Did he really not find her attractive anymore? Misao found herself losing her nerve before his perfectly serious, questioning gaze and blurted out, “Halloween! I was just…um…trying on my Halloween costume for this year.”

"Halloween?" thought Aoshi, relieved that it was a costume and not actual clothing. Even so, it was only the end of May. Costume parties could be fun he supposed, but honestly, planning over 4 months in advance? Too exhausted to react tactfully to what he considered to be ill-timed, childish antics Aoshi rolled his eyes, “Well put on some real clothes if you’re done Misao; that looks ridiculous. I’m going to go get a snack, let me know if you want one too.” Misao watched him walk down the hall and into the kitchen. She felt her cheeks turn bright red with embarrassment and anger and decided that her pride and self-esteem just couldn’t handle it if Aoshi found out what she had really been up to. If he knew that her so called Halloween costume was a pathetic attempt at seduction he might laugh, or even worse, feel sorry for her. She wanted him to lust after her, not pity her, so Misao rushed into the bedroom lit up with scented candles and began blowing them out. Ridiculous, ridiculous, ridiculous She heard the word echo in her mind with each extinguished flame.

Misao paused to look in the mirror wondering if there had been some drastic change in her appearance since the last time she had checked, but, if anything, her raging emotions put an extra flash to her eyes that enhanced the sexy outfit. Forgetting all thoughts of self-pity, she tossed her head with hands held akimbo and declared, “My boyfriend is an idiot!” After hiding the candles away in her personal closet, she ripped off the costume and put her mind to creating a new plan, this time to teach Aoshi a lesson.

In the kitchen Aoshi set to work making dessert, and already feeling guilty for putting a damper on Misao’s fun by being grouchy, took extra pains with Misao’s sundae in a sort of silent apology. Truthfully it was that youthful side of her personality that he loved. Being around her reminded him not to take himself too seriously and her frank enjoyment of life fascinated him to no end. As the red of the cherries Aoshi was placing on the whipped cream reminded him of what peeked out from under Misao‘s costume, he began wondering if the lacy thing she had been wearing was only for Halloween or if he could possibly charm Misao into, and then out of, it any time sooner- like this weekend. "How long had it been?" he wondered and decided that any length of celibacy from Misao was too long for him. And just as soon as Misao felt favorably towards him again - he hadn’t missed the hurt in her expression before he had turned around - and he didn’t feel like he was going to fall asleep on his feet he would try to remedy the situation. Aoshi finished up Misao’s sundae and rating sleep over food, abandoned his own to head over to the nearest cushioned surface he could find.

Misao came out of the bedroom twenty minutes later as her usual buoyant self. Clearly Aoshi was too dense to respond to subtle methods, so she would just have to double her efforts. Misao looked forward to the challenge of twisting him around her finger and if she got the opportunity to torture him a bit along the way, well, she figured she was well within her rights. Entering the kitchen Misao found the melted remains of what she assumed had once been a massive sundae all over the countertop. Feeling a bit irritated, she went to demand of Aoshi just what exactly he had been thinking, leaving ice cream out like that, but the words died on her lips when she turned to find him in the adjacent living room sprawled out on a couch that was about two feet too small for his tall body, snoring with - she could scarcely believe it- drool dribbling out of the side of his mouth. "Who's ridiculous now?" she thought, very much amused. Misao informed his unconscious body, “I suppose I’ll give you a break tonight, but tomorrow you are fair game got it?“ She carefully covered whatever parts of Aoshi she could fit under a warm blanket, kissed him goodnight, and went to clean the sticky mess in the kitchen.

The early next morning Misao sent an extremely sore Aoshi off to work and then headed to her coffee shop. Walking in she greeted her partner cheerily, “Hey Kaoru!” The young woman behind the counter writing up the day’s specials with colorful chalk ignored the greeting and turned around to ask, “So how was it?” Misao huffed angrily, “She told you? That bigmouth!” Kaoru laughed, “It’s Megumi - you could hardly have expected her to keep that to herself.” Misao grudgingly agreed. “I suppose so…”

“So?” Kaoru repeated as she left her task and leaned against the counter where Misao had sat down. The younger girl made a wonderfully expressive face in response. Kaoru winced sympathetically, “That bad huh?” “I don’t understand how someone who is supposed to be that smart could be so…so…urrgh!” Misao waved her hands about in a gesture of disbelief. Kaoru nodded with understanding, thinking of a certain elusive redhead, “It’s amazing how incredibly blind men can be sometimes isn’t it?”

“You know, Aoshi patted me on the head the other day when I gave him his coffee - he PATTED MY HEAD! You’d think I was twelve years old or something,” Misao complained. Her listener giggled at Misao’s outrage and asked, “So what are you going to do?” At this Misao adopted a face of evil mischief that even Megumi would envy. “I don’t know about him, but I am going to thoroughly enjoy myself.” The sound of the door opening as the first customers of the day began to trickle in put an end to their chat and the girls got ready to work.

Late that night, Misao and Aoshi got into bed after spending an uneventful evening together. However, if things went according plan it wouldn’t stay that way for long though. Misao waited until Aoshi’s breathing had slowed into that of a person deeply in sleep and slipped out of bed to strip off her oversized t-shirt to reveal the red lingerie that had caught his attention the day before. Moving back towards the bed she leaned close to his face to ensure that he was still asleep and with that confirmed gently took the hand that rested near his head as he lay on his stomach and flipped it over with its palm facing up. Softly chuckling she thought, "Ready for the surprise of your life?"

Misao ran her hands down her bare stomach to her underwear and carefully peeled the wisp of lace off. Completely bare from her matching bra down, she climbed back into bed, carefully positioning herself on her knees over Aoshi’s hand. She gripped the headboard for support with her breasts pressing against the dark wood. Lowering herself down to his palm, Misao drew in a quick breath as she felt his cool skin brush against her skin. She checked on Aoshi, but he hadn’t stirred from his sleep. Misao teased her self at first, just barely skimming against the heel of his hand, his fingers. When she couldn’t wait any longer she reached down to spread herself apart to allow for more direct contact. “Oooh” she moaned quietly. The feeling of his lightly calloused fingers against her clitoris was excruciatingly wonderful and her body quickly reacted to the sensation. Misao’s hips undulated against Aoshi’s hand while her right hand left the headboard to caress her breasts. "Finally," she thought as the familiar pressure began to build. Craving release, she soon forgot about Aoshi altogether, concentrating solely on her own pleasure and reaching that ultimate climax. As her movements became more forceful, more erratic, Aoshi began to stir from his deep slumber. He could feel something warm and slick rubbing against his hand and when his eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, his jaw dropped down with shock. His Misao, his sweet Misao was riding his hand, arching backward, her body slicked with sweat. Aoshi opened his mouth to speak but, entranced by the most erotic image he had ever seen, the sound never left his lips.