Nurse had unique method to help with his recovery.
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Everyone in this story is eighteen or older when the events happened.
I was almost totally out of it. I was in the recovery room at the hospital after knee surgery. I’d messed up my MCL after a fall. The doctor was attempting to reattach some ligaments and muscles. I hoped it would ease the pain I’d been having and restore the strength in my knee.
As I came to, a nurse was beside me, checking my vitals and disconnecting some wires. She checked my blood pressure. She was pretty and looked familiar. In my groggy state, I couldn’t remember how I knew her or her name.
She propped my head on a pillow and arranged the blanket over me. As she was fooling with the blanket, her arm slipped underneath. I thought she was arranging the gown I was wearing, one of those hospital things that tie in the back. She began to rub my stomach.
I was too out of it to be surprised when she fondled my penis under the blanket. In my semi-conscious state, it was like a wonderful dream. She was feeling around, checking my nuts, making sure they were comfortably resting between my legs. I realized she was holding and stroking my dick. It felt really good. My prick was becoming erect, going from the completely deflated, under-anesthetic state all the way to a full-blown hard-on in a few seconds. She really got my blood flowing and aroused my sedated mind, definitely a good recovery practice.
She said, “We are trying this new technique to help patients recover from anesthesia.”
I was incoherent in my response, but mumbled that what she was doing felt good.
She knew my name, but that was on my chart. I still thought I knew her.
By this time, I had a raging boner. Her hand felt really good, sliding along the length of my prick. She seemed to have some lotion that eased friction.
She asked, “Are you coming around?”
I mumbled yes. She held up some fingers, but I couldn’t tell how many.
She resumed her efforts to revive me through my penis. It was an amazingly effective technique. My blood was flowing and my body was becoming awake. Her hand was stroking me methodically, enough to keep me stimulated, but not enough to make me come.
She said, “You don’t remember me, do you?”
I was embarrassed. “Yes, I remember you.”
“What’s my name.”
I had to admit, “I don’t remember. I’m still groggy.”
She laughed. “I had a crush on you in high school. I’m Debbie. I was a year behind you.”
My mind was coming around. I did remember her. She was a cute girl, a cheerleader. We’d never dated. I had a steady girlfriend back then. However, I remembered her.
“I remember you now. You were very pretty. If I hadn’t been with Michelle, I would’ve asked you out.”
“I WAS very pretty?”
Oops. “You still are.” I remembered her cute body in her cheerleader outfit, those sexy legs and how her swaying skirt emphasized her fine ass.
She smiled, “You better say nice things about me since I have your dick in my hand.”
She was pumping a bit faster. I was close.
Then, it happened. The sensation consumed my body and cum spurted from my dick. She kept her hand there; it was covered with my cum.
She pulled her hand out from under the blanket and licked the semen from the back of her hand and her fingers. Then, she pulled the blanket back, leaned down and took my prick in her mouth, sucked the last few drops and licking me clean.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.” She said.
I regained my composure and thanked her. She was writing on the medical chart. She recited what she had written, “Patient fully revived, fully responsive.”
She smiled at me, turned and left. I watched her cute ass wiggle as she left the room. I dozed off.
An hour later, I was getting ready to go home. My wife Gloria was helping me. As she was helping me into the wheelchair, Debbie, the nurse who had helped me recover, stopped in to say hello and make sure I was doing okay. She explained the instructions for my recovery and rehab. “Someone will come by your house tomorrow to change the dressing on your wound and check your pain level.” Gloria got our car while the attendant wheeled me to the curb.
Driving home, Gloria mentioned, “That nurse said she remembered you from high school.”
“Yeah. I didn’t remember her name. She was a year behind me.”
“She’s cute.”
I lied and said, “I hadn’t noticed.”
Gloria just laughed. She knew I was a connoisseur of lovely women.
She asked, “So, you never dated her or anything?”
“No. I was going with Michelle. Why do you ask?”
“Oh, she just seemed to have a thing for you. She remembered a lot about you.”
“I hadn’t noticed.”
She didn’t believe me. “That anesthetic must’ve really knocked you out.”
“I guess so.”
I was recovering at home the next day. Gloria was at work. The dog barked when someone came to the door. I knew it would be the nurse to check my knee. I hollered that the door was open. Gloria had left a note too. I heard the nurse coming in the house and I hollered for her to come into the living room where I was sitting.
I was surprised to see that the nurse was Debbie.
“Hello.” She said.
“Well, hello.”
“Surprised to see me?”
“Pleasantly surprised.” I said.
She said, “I do some home visitations on my days off to earn a little extra money. I asked for this visit since I’m familiar with the patient.”
I smiled, “Familiar is a good description.”
She asked how I was feeling, took my temperature and checked my pulse and blood pressure. While she was doing that, I couldn’t help but notice her perfume and her attire. Her buttoned, sleeveless blouse was open to just above her bra and I caught glimpses of the tops of her breasts as she did her work. She was wearing slacks, which were conservative enough, but couldn’t hide her figure. I remembered her cute ass from the recovery room.
She said she had to check my wound. I was wearing just underwear and a pajama top. I hadn’t thought to put more on. It was painful to move my knee when dressing.
She lifted my leg to remove the bandages. While she was manipulating my leg, I feared that my privates might be exposed. Silly me, I was being shy, despite what had happened in the recovery room. At the same time, I was looking down her blouse and my dick was beginning to get aroused again. Her hands were touching and feeling my leg at various locations. She was turning me on. I noticed her looking at my bulging underpants through the corner of her eye and saw a little smile on her face.
She asked if I was in pain and I told her only when I moved certain ways. She began to test, looking for swelling that might indicate an infection, moving my leg to gently flex my knee. She pressed her fingers into the tendons and muscles around my knee, asking where it hurt.
“Does it hurt when I do this?” She would ask and I would answer. Usually, it didn’t hurt.
As she continued, her hand moved higher on my legs, pressing the muscles on my thigh. She was getting farther from the point of surgery and closer to my dick.
Finally, she just grabbed my cock, squeezed it and asked, “Does it hurt when I do this?”
I didn’t respond, so she did it some more. By now, my cock was hard and she had it firmly in her hand.
She asked, “Would you like me to give you a sponge bath. You’re not supposed to shower for a week.”
I readily agreed. She went to the bathroom and returned with a basin, soap, washcloths and towels.
She had me sit on one towel and I removed my shirt.
She said, “I don’t want to chance hurting your knee, but I have to remove your shorts.”
She had a solution. She pulled scissors from her bag and began to cut away my underpants.
I was leaning back on the couch and this lovely woman was cutting away my last item of clothing. She was deliberate about it, cutting slowly. She kept my dick out of the way with one hand while cutting with the other. It was surreal, having her get me completely naked while I sat there with a hard-on. Whatever her intentions were, I was agreeable. I resolved to be a good patient.
Once my shorts were gone, she began the bath. She had a basin with soapy water and rubbed the cloth over my chest, getting my stomach and under my arms. She would move close to my dick and then move away, teasing me. She did my legs, being careful around my knee. Then, she hit the jackpot and washed my dick and balls. She was extra careful on my jewels. The warm washcloth felt exquisite on my junk. She washed underneath my nuts, getting the space between my testicles and my asshole. She’d undone another button on her shirt and was bending over, giving me a wonderful view of her bra-covered breasts.
She had me roll over onto my stomach and she washed my back, my legs and my ass. She pushed my thighs apart and grabbed my dick, pulling it between my legs. She stroked it as I laid face down on the couch, enjoying her gentle touch while she scrubbed my back.
She retrieved another basin of clear water to rinse me. The warm water felt good.
I rolled back over so she could rinse my front. I laid there with my dick as hard as it ever gets.
“This must be painful.” She said as she stroked my dick.
I said, “Sometimes it gets so hard that it throbs.”
“Poor boy.” She said as she bent forward and took my dick in her mouth.
I looked at the top of her head. Her pretty brown hair was tied up. Her neck was thin and smooth. I unhooked her bra through the back of her blouse. She looked up at me and continued to suck my dick.
She said, “I was disappointed when you didn’t recognize me yesterday.”
“I’ll never forget you now.”
“What’s my name?”
I said, “I forget.” She pulled off my cock until I said, “Debbie, Debbie Clark. You were a cheerleader. I used to watch you. You were the prettiest one.”
“I hated that bitch Michelle because she had you.”
“That was a long time ago. I was nineteen.”
“I was eighteen.”
“Prettiest eighteen-year-old girl I’ve ever seen.”
She said, “You’re just saying that because I have your cock in my mouth.”
I pulled her head up from my crotch. I said, “No. It’s true. I remember you. I liked the way everything jiggled when you did those cheers.”