Edward (Eddie only to those who really wanted to annoy him) was frustrated. Frustrated that he couldn't move out of the hospital bed, frustrated that on a sunny day like this he was stuck inside with no hope of reprieve. But most of all he was being driven slowly mad by the itch on his ankle, unreachable under the cast. He thought of the run of bad luck that had ended with an itch about as far down a plaster cast as it was possible to be.
A skiing accident, that old chestnut. At least he'd had his first helicopter ride afterwards, even if it was only to the hospital. But to be stuck in a foreign country, no way of getting in touch with home, not that he had any family to get in touch with anyway. He'd managed to work out that the phone lines were out of action, but that was as far as his correspondence with the staff had gone. Not one of them spoke English, getting information about how long he'd be there for was practically impossible.
So he sat in bed, waiting for 5 o'clock to come around. Five was his favourite time of day. It was when the brown haired nurse visited. She was his favourite, the prettiest of them all by a long shot. Long hair cascading down her back. He was fairly certain if it had been a hospital at home, she'd have had to have it tied up or in a hairnet or some godawful hat but here she looked like a supermodel. Her face was so appealing, she was the only one that smiled at him, even though when she opened her mouth he never understood a word she was saying. She had a petite body, shapely hips, impressive chest and nicely curved bottom, something he never failed to sneak a peek at when she bent over the meds table.
Her skirt was knee length, her legs never hidden by tights. They were amazing legs, even for someone who was more interested in boobs like Edward, they were damn impressive.
Over the weeks he'd been there he'd almost begun to feel like he was falling in love with her. At times he'd woken up with a huge erection, wishing he could do something about it. But both his arms were out of action for the foreseeable future. Who'd have thought the worst thing about this amount of injury was the fact that he couldn't masturbate. He could feel his penis growing now, thinking about her body. He hoped it would go down again, it was aching more and more each time it happened, his body crying out for the chance to come, just once.
On the dot of five, she walked in. "Tanya" said her name badge. That was as much as he knew about her. But still, given the chance he'd probably have married her nonetheless. Hoping she wouldn't notice the large bulge in his pyjama trousers, he smiled at her. She smiled back, turning to fill up the vase of flowers on the windowsill.
Next she came over to plump up his pillows, reaching over him, her chest almost touching his face as it did every time. This wasn't helping his penis go back down, being almost close enough to kiss her breasts, bury his face in them. He could see down her top a little today, the first two buttons were undone. She didn't seem to be wearing a bra and he could see the delicious curve of her breasts pressed together as she stretched past him.
