A Nurse for Halloween: A Short Erotica

Working late was great, considering Mark got paid overtime. They needed it. But it also meant working another shift on little to no sleep, and another vending machine dinner. He sighed. It was going to be a long night. Around 7pm he checked the codes again, and the temperature was stable at 80c but he had nothing he could do now but sit and wait. He had to wait for it to cool. It could take an hour, but it likely would take several. Mark sat down and started scrolling through his phone. Lana had sent some messages. She missed him, she had cheese, crackers, and wine again for dinner. She would try to wait up for him. The usual. He had spent so many late nights at work lately. He missed her, and he knew she missed him. They just needed the money... he wondered if she would really be able to wait up, or if she would fall asleep this time before he made it in. He thought about the last time he came in late, and found her curled up in his tshirt and boxers in their huge bed. She had intertwined herself between so many pillows and their fluffy comforter. She looked so peaceful, he didn't want to wake her. He knew she was tired. Her soft curls falling over her face. Her shiny pink toes pointed, relaxed over a pillow. Her one knee bent back, showing how curvy she was in back. Hmm. One hand was lain softly on her chest, as if she had been imagining clinging to her husband as she drifted off. Her other hand...he followed it with his eyes, down, down, surprisingly all the way down, nestled between her legs. Under the boxers. She was so sexy like that...the thought of her touching herself while she thought of him and missed him caught him a little off guard. He was moved. And also very turned on. He had gone to the bathroom to shower, and gotten off in the shower thinking of it. The warm water was a poor substitute for her desperate, greedy hands on his body. But he had managed to at least get off before crashing out next to her. Her shampoo smell helped relax him off to sleep. He was a little startled to feel his pants get tight. Mark had been remembering a little too much in detail, and his d**k was letting him know now, that he would rather be at home. He sighed and stood up. He stretched uncomfortably and felt his hard-on slightly soften. He tried to think of work. It was 8:30 now and the temp still wasn't cool. He got out some paperwork and started filling it out.