Bridget quickly removed her tongue and wiped her face with her free hand before the spasming mother could throw off the towel and realize what had been going on.
Although she was ashamed, Laura felt more at peace than she had in a long time. She was soooo relaxed. Of course, she was still painfully aware of her total nakedness and the fact that she had experienced an orgasm ten times greater than any Frank had given her in twenty years of marriage! It seemed a sad commentary on their sex life when an ordinary exam could excite her so much more than her husband's cock.
"There," Bridget said, gently pulling her finger from the tight clutch of Laura's winking asshole. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
Laura took the towel away and sat up slowly. Her big tits settled heavily into place as she forced a sheepish smile. "I feel so… so foolish," she said weakly, unable to meet the nurse's gaze.
"Well, we girls are physical beings, just like men," Bridget said. "I imagine your husband would orgasm if I fingered his cock and asshole…"
"No lumps?" Laura frowned at the coarse language and changed the subject, avoiding mention of her husband – her ex-husband.
"None. And now you know how to do it, right?" Laura nodded hesitantly. "Would you do me a big favor, then? I've never had the courage to let a man examine me, either, but I know it should be done. Will you do it for me?"
"Can't you do yourself?" Laura quickly asked, turning a deep pink.
"Oh, I can check my tits easily enough," Bridget admitted, "but it's not only awkward trying to check my pussy and ass, but sight is part of the exam, and I've never been double-jointed." She laughed. "Don't worry, I'll explain what to do as you go along. OK?"
Laura felt trapped. Her cheeks burned as the nurse began to strip without waiting for her consent. Surprisingly, Laura found herself anticipating Bridget's mammoth tits. Would they be as firm as her own, or would they droop to her stomach when the bra was removed?
Bridget let her smock fall to the floor and posed for a second in her sheer black bra and tiny panties. Her areolas showed through, and her hard nipples tented the material. Her panties hugged her wide hips and plump ass, and were so tight that the nurse's thick, blonde beaver was clearly outlined.
"I've already examined my boobs, dear, but if you'd like the experience, you can do it again." She sat on the edge of the table and unhooked her bra.
Laura bit her lower lip as she guiltily realized that there was a strange hunger in her. She tried to look away, but was drawn again and again to the nurse's enormous tits and dark, extended nipples. The twin, quivering white mountains were pear-shaped and still taut with the firmness of youth. Laura felt her cunt tighten as she realized that she actually wanted to fondle a woman's tits!
Her mind was muddled by indecision and her new-found sensuality. Suddenly, all resistance drained from her. She stretched out her hands.
"Ahhhhhh, yes," Bridget sighed as she felt her weighty globes lifted.
Laura swallowed hard. The under curves of the blonde's heavy tits resting hotly on her cupping palms felt funny to her. She'd held her own, of course, but never another woman's. And they were so much heavier! It was really weird – it was almost as if she was responding to the nurse as she would a man…
The confused woman shivered. She stared in a sort of trance at the huge, smooth-skinned boobs wobbling in her hands. Somehow, she managed to stroke and knead the spongy jugs as Bridget directed, and then the nurse leaned back and her heavy tits, firm as they were, rolled to the sides of her chest. Their outer curves brushed the outside edges of her upper arms.
"Do you remember how to check nipples?" Bridget asked in a shaky voice.
"I… I think so," Laura said breathlessly, and reached down to touch the long, hard nubs protruding from the nurse's brown areolas. The bright-red nipples were thick and taut as Laura pinched and rolled them, occasionally squeezing and stroking the surrounding wrinkled brown flesh in search of lumps.
Bridget began to whimper and pant, and finally placed her hands on top of Laura's. "My tits are sensitive, too, dear," she groaned. "I don't think I could bear having a man see me get this excited."
Laura felt a little thrill of pleasure knowing that she was responsible for making this strong woman weaken. She blushed again and pulled her hands away. She, too, was breathing heavily. She glanced at the tiny panties stretched across the nurse's hips. Bridget saw the look and secretly smiled. She rolled onto her stomach and the shapely asscheeks wobbled provocatively under the material.
"I'm too worked up to have a vaginal exam right now," she explained, actually wanting to delay her orgasm as long as possible.
Laura stared at the nearly transparent panties barely covering the round, white dumplings of Bridget's ass. The two cheeks shook fleshly.
"Where… where are the gloves?" Laura looked around.
"Gloves?" Bridget smiled. "I never use them. Don't be afraid. I bathe regularly."
"I… I didn't mean…" Laura stammered, blushing deeply.
"Just check for lumps or rough areas," Bridget ordered, not giving the mother an opportunity to protest. "Normally, everything's soft and smooth."
Nervously, but bravely, Laura gripped the elastic band at the top of the panties and pulled. As Bridget shifted from hip to hip, helping, her richly curved asscheeks shimmied tautly. Finally, the panties were rolled down to her knees.
The springy, smooth-skinned mounds quivered sensuously as they were freed, the twin white orbs so full and round that they rubbed against each other and created a tight, deep crack. Laura licked her lips, staring with unconscious fascination at the nurse's magnificent ass.
She bent to touch it and the movement caused her own heavy tits to swing outward, brushing Bridget's hips. She felt a surge of excitement travel through her stiff nipples, and suppressed it. It was too horrible to consider that she could be aroused by another woman. Still, there was a strange thrill in being naked and about to intimately – if legitimately – fondle the big blonde who had given her such pleasure only moments ago.
Her hands trembled as she touched the two warm, satiny rear mounds, and she didn't have the courage to stop and analyze just what it was she felt. Her face burned as she ran her palms all over Bridget's smooth assflesh.
"Ohhh, darling!" Bridget sighed with lesbian rapture. "That feels soooo nice!"
Before she realized what she was doing, Laura's fingers slipped into the hot crack of her new friend's ass. Gently, she pried the soft, meaty cheeks apart, exposing a puckered, quivering dimple in their shadowy center. "Ohhh…" she groaned feeling a slow, building sensuality possess her.
Laura knew she shouldn't be enjoying this. To enjoy it would be perverse, obscene! It was almost – almost lesbianism! Her mind whirled with the shamelessly wicked throbbing of her cunt, and she was caught up in the irresistible whirlpool of years of frustration.
She flushed and whimpered with the realization that she wanted to do this. Quickly, before her courage failed her, she daringly touched her middle finger to Bridget's tight, rubbery asshole. The blonde nurse groaned and jutted her butt higher.
Laura pressed the tight, protruding ring as Bridget's ass bucked and jumped. The nurse mewled and raised her red face as the excited mother's stiffened finger suddenly penetrated her pink asshole.
"Ah! That's… it! Unhh, yessss!" she panted. "Now stroke slowly, dear. In and out. Oh, that's good! Now twist your finger around to cover all of the membranes!"
Laura's legs felt rubbery and her head swam as she stared at the stump of her finger protruding from Bridget's humid asshole. She moaned as lust overcame her conscience. She had never considered that an asshole – especially another woman's – could be either beautiful or exciting, but as the heat of the nurse's tight shitter sucked the entire length of her finger, she felt lewd and deliciously wanton.