"All right, Hooks," nurse Bloom said, then she turned to Blazer and said, "Thank you, Mr. Blazer, for your help." And she left.
When she left she closed the door behind her, and Blazer was alone in the warm presence of Miss Hooks. He didn't look at her because he was afraid to. But he could feel her near him like one feels a hot stove in a small room. He pushed the table back against the wall. She didn't say anything, but he could feel her watching him. He saw that his shoes were untied and he kneeled to tie them. He saw the product of his and nurse Bloom's fucking on the floor and he got some paper towels and cleaned that up. The young Miss Hooks was standing near the examination table. "It's awful wet here," she said looking at the table. "It needs changing." And she ripped the old cover from the table and got another one from the locker and efficiently put it on. Blazer helped. "Someone was in such a hurry that they forgot to put the paper on," she said, meaning the paper used for each patient on the table. She was looking him straight in the eye.
"Well, you know, sometimes people get in a hurry," was all Blazer could say. She sat up on the table while Blazer busied himself around the room. He had nothing to do in there really, but he didn't want to leave her. He had never been this close to her and alone with her at the same time. He turned and looked at her. She was sitting there on the table with her legs crossed. He could see where her stockings stopped and where a garter belt strap came down the paradise of her thighs to hook into the welt of one of them. He felt the warmth between his own legs grow more intense, and he knew that he was swelling.
"Men never grow up," she said, "they're always like little boys."
"Why do you say that?" he asked.
"Look at you, Blazer. You're just like my little brother, your pants are open, and you have to go to the bathroom. Shame on you!"
And he looked down and saw that, indeed, his fly was still open, but he couldn't close it just then. He gathered up the old sheet and rushed off out of the room.
Blazer could have just dropped the soiled linen off at the nearest laundry drop, but instead, he went all the way down to the laundry itself. It was a big place and the air in there was always moist and warm. There were big commercial stainless steel washing machines which could hold over a hundred pounds of clothes or sheets at one time. There were large dryers which threw off heat like furnaces. There were long tables for folding sheets and commercial versions of the regular household iron, that is, they were heavier and more rugged and had no eye appeal whatsoever. Not everybody in the hospital came to the laundry. It wasn't a place fit for professionals. Once in a while, one of the girls working there would faint from the heat and humidity and an intern would come down. But the last three times they had a fainting case no one at all came down, and the girls were revived with ammonia inhalants. In fact, it was hard to realize that the laundry was an important part of the hospital at all or even located near one. But Blazer went to the laundry regularly. He had first been taken down there by another orderly, Ram, a black about the same age as himself. Most of the girls in the laundry were young black girls fresh out of the South. They were naive, sexy and very friendly, and he and Ram spent a lot of time down there. Since it was so humid and hot in the place, a lot of the girls stripped down to their panties and bras while working. The only men who ever came in there were a couple of older men who maintained the equipment and Ram and Blazer.
He went into the big room and dropped his sheet into a hamper. The place looked and felt like a sauna. There was heavy steam in the air, and he could not see much more than six feet away. The machines hummed, and howled, and clanked, and through the mist he could see figures gliding almost as if in a dream. It was a beautiful dream. Directly in front of him was a girl standing there, she had removed her bra and her breasts stuck out from her chest proudly. Blazer could see that the tips of her tits were a lighter brown than the rest of her.
She saw him coming and she made no move to cover herself, but, instead, watched him boldly, watched him as if she were used to mesmerizing men with her titties. On he came, closer, unable and unwilling to take his eyes off them. Indeed, he saw that the skin around the nipples was also lighter than the rest of her, and it was smoother and seemed to glow with a light on its own. Her nipples were big, like juicy cranberries, and just as hard. He had reached out without even remembering having decided to do so and mashed a nipple in the palm of each hand, and now his fingers were digging into the top and sides of the beautiful black skin while his thumb massaged the underside of the black girl's melons. His hands simply were not big enough to cover all of the girl's breast. His fingers gave up trying to touch her chest and nipples at the same time.
"It's feedin' time, honey. Yo'all want some of my milk?" she drawled. Her voice was like thick hot syrup and it flowed down over him, bringing him ease, peace and contentment.
"C'mon, boy," he heard her say, "lap me some. I need it." For just an instant before he lowered his head to her breast, he managed to look her over through the mist. She was young, no doubt about that, but he couldn't see her face too well. But when she smiled at him he could tell that she had a generous mouth and that her front teeth were all in and even. The steam had ruined any hair style that she would have had, and so now her hair fuzzed out from her head and the whole effect he thought wasn't at all unattractive. He saw that she had a narrow waist and that she had on white panties, bikini panties, which he could see very well against her black skin. Her thighs disappeared down through the mist and he couldn't really get a true picture of what kind of legs she had. But her thighs were full. Now he sucked a hard nipple through her lips, trying to give her as much friction as he could. He teased the hard piece of flesh with his teeth and then he roughed it with his tongue. She had been leaning with the small of her back against a table, and now that he was sucking her so well she leaned back more, bringing his whole body closer to hers. She grunted, and said softly, "Suck it, motherfucker." He went to the other breast and opened his mouth as wide as he could and took as much of her sweet meat in as he could. He let his saliva flow and soon her titty was wet and slippery enough for him to manipulate it freely.
He sucked and bit and rolled the tit around in his face. He slid his hands down into her panties and raked her ass with his fingernails. His cock was swollen against his zipper and he began humping like a dog, but he was bent over too far to be able to touch her body. He sucked her titties and fucked the air until he felt her grab his dick and squeeze it hard. With the palm of her hand she rubbed the hard knot in his crotch. He continued to blow her titties, and he tried to undo his pants. The zipper would not come down because there was too much pressure inside and she wasn't helping things any by her frantic rubbing. He tried to pull away from her so he could straighten up and undo his pants, but when she felt him cease to suck her she cried out loudly, "Goddammit, fucker, don't stop. Shit, no, don't stop now." And so, he went back to his delightful task. He heard a moan gurgle its way up out of her throat and she rubbed his cock faster, and his hips followed her, and then with a wild yell she squeezed his cock tightly and held it while his balls emptied into his underwear. Now they broke apart, "You done messed in yo' pants," she giggled, "Jus' look how wet you are." He didn't have to look. He could feel the wet, sticky product of his own body trapped in his clothes. He looked at her and saw where her panties were clinging to her. "You didn't do so bad yourself, bitch," he replied, and he laughed with her.
"You're lucky this is a laundry," she said, "Take off your pants an' drawers and I'll run them through for you."