My body ached and the bandages weren't helping; the itching subsided as the dressings came off, making each second of every day feel like hell. I wished to tear off the plaster that covered my arms, which were fixed on either side of my body, making it impossible for me to move them or scream so loudly that even the sickest patients would envy mine. That was clear until she arrived; she was tall or at least taller than me, with black hair like night and almost orange eyes like sunset, coming every two hours to check my pulse or make sure I took my medicine, although I barely could lean over the bed and she with her cold hands poured a little water on my mouth from a decrepit plastic cup, making those moments when her sweet and herbal scent stuck to my nostrils an oasis in the desert. And although I loved that small glimpse of sanity, there was a problem: time; I had already been in the hospital for two months and there was no hope of leaving soon, and although they gave me all the attention I could need, something was costing me a lot to deal with lately and it was that just after she was so close my boyfriend would get up, it was hard to hide; the tent rose in seconds and the thin hospital gown didn't help at all. At first, she didn't notice. She left my room as quickly as she entered but little by little she started getting used to me, and after all I was a long-term resident like she would say, and had begun to stay a bit longer to chat, just bland conversations: How are you? How's your day? or asking if I needed something; she was attentive and that pleased me, but I couldn't wait for her to leave so I could turn my hip and let my problem resolve itself. Then one afternoon, it was time for her shift and the hour of my medicines, I was calm watching the window. When she entered, she was wearing her uniform as always, formal like every day, but there was something more, perhaps a smell, although I couldn't confirm it, that made my boyfriend go on guard before time. I didn't have time to react and only jerked my hip suddenly making the bed shake when she approached with the plastic cup and put it in my lips. She took the medicine at the lamp that jumped in surprise seeing me contorting over the bed.
—Forgive me, I'm sorry, I feel sorry... Tell me where it hurts—she said, putting the plastic vial down and making the medicine cart that she used to push in the hallway and warned of her proximity.
—I'm fine, really, it's nothing serious— I groaned trying to calm myself.
—Serious, I'm sorry, I didn't believe I had reclined on you, maybe it was... —I repeated without stopping my hip from rotating.
—But—she said, looking at me from top to bottom until she stopped at my hip—oh, I'm sorry—murmured
—I don't know what...—I stammered.
—You don't have to hide it, it's something normal that happens, you don't have to hide anything, besides you can hurt yourself if you do that again—she scolded me
—Really?—I asked looking at her while adjusting my hip, showing off my erect mast and lifting the hospital curtain.
—Yes, of course, it's very common, don't worry—she assured me
—I'm fine, I'm sorry for scaring you, it's just that I thought you'd be bothered or something like that
—Never. Besides, it's not something you can control especially with so much time spent here.
—Thanks— I replied sincerely
—Okay, I'll leave you to take care of yourself—she said looking at me again until she realized that with both arms bandaged, I couldn't do anything
—Oh God, I didn't realize, seriously, I'm sorry, I thought... —I assured her
—I'll be fine, it's all over now—said I
—Are you sure?—she asked looking at me again.
—I'm sure, although one hand always helps— I said jumping into the abyss
—one hand you say, well if so, I think I can help you with... That's it, she said, turning towards the door and closing it with delicacy. Then I'll give you a hand, she said, sitting down beside my bed. Now the hospital gown I was wearing was one of those two-piece versions that covered the front and back, leaving the sides exposed. Then she agilely put her hand through the openings that left enough space for her to move around. It wasn't immediately at my cock, no, it was first on my pelvis, touching my stomach from top to bottom, slowly almost savoring the skin shapes... You have cold hands, I said softly, which made her smile and look at me playfully. Nurse's hands, she replied, touching my member. Oh mmm, I responded, looking at her breasts that framed her nipples, already visible above her blouse. A perverse thought crossed my mind - Because all nurses are sexy - I asked, to which she responded with a giggle. I'm sexy, she said finally, while pressing and sliding my skin, lubricating it with her own fluids. Very sexy, I added, releasing my body into the devilish grip of her long, thin fingers that had already warmed up with the heat from my groin at that moment. Well, I'll tell you... pure practice, she said with a perverse look in her eyes. Ah yes? I replied. Yes, there's something delicious about it, especially when doing it with someone in your condition... Uff, I love you, I said more mumbling than speaking. I know, she responded, masturbating me deliciously. And what you like about me, she continued. My breasts, my ass... or is it? she said, opening her legs and letting her lips mark against her white underwear that was slightly visible against the white pants, and her skin pushed the seams of the fabric making it a decadent and delicious spectacle. All... all, I finally said when she squeezed my... Base and as if milking myself pushed her fingers pressing my skin one and then again until I finally felt it. —It's coming— I said almost stuttering. At once I felt like her fist was taking over my tip squeezing with force. —Hold on a little bit, we don't want you to make a mess, really— she assured, taking the plastic cup from the cart and putting it between my robe. —No— I responded feeling like the plastic was taking over my tip and her hand returning to the mad rhythm that had already taken me to the edge.. then she leaned in close and whispered —Let go of everything— biting my ear..to which I replied with a copious stream that filled the plastic cup's rim, unloading the months of drought I had suffered.. —You don't have to hold back anymore— she sighed drinking from the cup —just ask for help when you need it. I collapsed agitated on my bed, thanking that woman with every fiber of my body that would have scratched that one which I wasn't even conscious of. Since then I've been eagerly waiting for my medication time.
—Forgive me, I'm sorry, I feel sorry... Tell me where it hurts—she said, putting the plastic vial down and making the medicine cart that she used to push in the hallway and warned of her proximity.
—I'm fine, really, it's nothing serious— I groaned trying to calm myself.
—Serious, I'm sorry, I didn't believe I had reclined on you, maybe it was... —I repeated without stopping my hip from rotating.
—But—she said, looking at me from top to bottom until she stopped at my hip—oh, I'm sorry—murmured
—I don't know what...—I stammered.
—You don't have to hide it, it's something normal that happens, you don't have to hide anything, besides you can hurt yourself if you do that again—she scolded me
—Really?—I asked looking at her while adjusting my hip, showing off my erect mast and lifting the hospital curtain.
—Yes, of course, it's very common, don't worry—she assured me
—I'm fine, I'm sorry for scaring you, it's just that I thought you'd be bothered or something like that
—Never. Besides, it's not something you can control especially with so much time spent here.
—Thanks— I replied sincerely
—Okay, I'll leave you to take care of yourself—she said looking at me again until she realized that with both arms bandaged, I couldn't do anything
—Oh God, I didn't realize, seriously, I'm sorry, I thought... —I assured her
—I'll be fine, it's all over now—said I
—Are you sure?—she asked looking at me again.
—I'm sure, although one hand always helps— I said jumping into the abyss
—one hand you say, well if so, I think I can help you with... That's it, she said, turning towards the door and closing it with delicacy. Then I'll give you a hand, she said, sitting down beside my bed. Now the hospital gown I was wearing was one of those two-piece versions that covered the front and back, leaving the sides exposed. Then she agilely put her hand through the openings that left enough space for her to move around. It wasn't immediately at my cock, no, it was first on my pelvis, touching my stomach from top to bottom, slowly almost savoring the skin shapes... You have cold hands, I said softly, which made her smile and look at me playfully. Nurse's hands, she replied, touching my member. Oh mmm, I responded, looking at her breasts that framed her nipples, already visible above her blouse. A perverse thought crossed my mind - Because all nurses are sexy - I asked, to which she responded with a giggle. I'm sexy, she said finally, while pressing and sliding my skin, lubricating it with her own fluids. Very sexy, I added, releasing my body into the devilish grip of her long, thin fingers that had already warmed up with the heat from my groin at that moment. Well, I'll tell you... pure practice, she said with a perverse look in her eyes. Ah yes? I replied. Yes, there's something delicious about it, especially when doing it with someone in your condition... Uff, I love you, I said more mumbling than speaking. I know, she responded, masturbating me deliciously. And what you like about me, she continued. My breasts, my ass... or is it? she said, opening her legs and letting her lips mark against her white underwear that was slightly visible against the white pants, and her skin pushed the seams of the fabric making it a decadent and delicious spectacle. All... all, I finally said when she squeezed my... Base and as if milking myself pushed her fingers pressing my skin one and then again until I finally felt it. —It's coming— I said almost stuttering. At once I felt like her fist was taking over my tip squeezing with force. —Hold on a little bit, we don't want you to make a mess, really— she assured, taking the plastic cup from the cart and putting it between my robe. —No— I responded feeling like the plastic was taking over my tip and her hand returning to the mad rhythm that had already taken me to the edge.. then she leaned in close and whispered —Let go of everything— biting my ear..to which I replied with a copious stream that filled the plastic cup's rim, unloading the months of drought I had suffered.. —You don't have to hold back anymore— she sighed drinking from the cup —just ask for help when you need it. I collapsed agitated on my bed, thanking that woman with every fiber of my body that would have scratched that one which I wasn't even conscious of. Since then I've been eagerly waiting for my medication time.
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