"It's just Benadryl. It will help. Make sure they give it to you when it gets bad. And, this is my own special trick."
She held up the blow dryer and marched around the bed to plug it in. I tried to get a good look at her ass and failed. Then she was leaning over me, aiming the cool air under the cast.
Heaven.
"Ohhh... that feels... Jesus, that feels good."
She murmured something but I couldn't hear it. I couldn't think, or do anything but feel. The blowdryer felt nice. So did her breasts where they mashed against me.
They were big. And firm. And juicy.
Uh oh.
My cock was starting to get hard.
She moved again, angling the dryer where the cast met my chest. I could feel her body even better now. She had her magnificent boobs pressed against my tummy with her slender torso pressed against my hip. She was built like a brick fucking house.
Just the way I liked it.
Her taut stomach and her-oh fuck-her pubic bone was pressing into me now.
Her silky hair tickled my face as she angled her head to see what she was doing.
She smelled delicious.
Clean and slightly sweet-like vanilla.
I couldn't help it.
I groaned.
"Unfff..."
She jerked back, her eyes searching my face.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No-please don't stop."
She was about to continue when she froze. I knew it the moment that she noticed my enormous erection. I had an oversized cock as it was and it was hard. Really, really hard. Hell, that thing could cut glass.
"Mr. Davis!"
I grinned at her.
"Please, call me Trent."
She scowled at me, unplugged the dryer and left.
Bless her heart though; she shut the door behind her.
Whacking off with my left hand wouldn't be easy, but damn if I wasn't going to give it a try.
Lexi
I sat at the nurses' station, filing paperwork. I could see all my patients' vitals on the screen in front of me. Mr. Davis's heart rate was elevated. I knew why though, and I certainly wasn't going in there to check it out.
He was playing with himself.
It was surprising how often a nurse walked in on a patient mid tug.
Normally it didn't make me uncomfortable. But in this case, I wanted to avoid that at all costs. Something about him was challenging my ability to stay cool.
So I would not go in there again until I had to.
Later. Much later.
Judging from the... size of his sex organ... it might take him a while.
I shook my head. I should not be thinking about a patient like that. I should not be thinking about him at all.
Eyes on the Prize, Lexi.
We had a new caregiver starting this week. Thankfully Mrs. Keeley had volunteer to be there and train her, and ease the transition. I had high hopes for this one.
But even with a good caregiver, I knew Char would be better off in a home with 24 hour care and other people to socialize with.
It would break my heart to let her go, but somehow, someday, I knew I had to.
A call bell went off. I knew which room it was before I even glanced down. It was him.
Mr. Blue Eyes.
I decided to ignore him.
It was against my instincts as a nurse, but I knew it wasn't an urgent need. He probably just wanted to stare at me again. I felt my cheeks grow warm at the thought, along with an unwelcome thought.
I liked it when he looked at me.
God help me, I did.
The call button went off again.
I grabbed my tablet and stormed down the hallway.
"What is it now?"
He looked abashed.
"I need to go to the bathroom."
I felt guilty immediately. He couldn't stand yet. The doctor wanted him to stay off his legs for a few more days. That meant the bedpan.
"Alright give me a second."
I washed my hands in the bathroom, giving myself a dark look in the mirror. I was an uncaring bitch. I was a hellion. I was an uptight prude who had left her patient to suffer, if only for a few minutes.
Still, I felt bad about it. And my cheeks were warm. I had no clue what was happening to me.
I was embarrassed for the first time ever having to deal with a patients' nudity.
I went back out and held up a bedpan and a bottle for urine. They hadn't given him a catheter for some reason. I waited while he stared at me with a look of horror on his face.
"Can you send someone else?"
I shook my head.
"I'm all you got today. Unless you want to hold it until after five."
He moaned.
"No, I can't. Just give me the bottle."
"Are you sure you can manage it yourself?"
He nodded. I handed the bottle over and reached for the blanket, pulling it down. Then I pulled the gown up. I turned away quickly but not before I got a good look at the monster he had in his pants.
Holy hell, that thing was big.
And it wasn't even hard.
Well, not anymore.
I waited while he peed and then took the bottle from him, emptying it in the toilet before flushing. I rinsed the bottle and washed my hands again.
He looked up at me when I came out.
"Hey I'm sorry about that before."
I shook my head.
"It happens."
"It was strictly involuntary I swear."
I raised my eyebrow.
"It usually is."
He grinned at me suddenly.