Don't let them kid you. Hospital stays can be a real blast.
I had a minor scare. I had chest pains at work and then nearly passed out. EMT and MedServices were called and then an ambulance ride makes for an interesting day. A few hours in ER, pain subsides, admitted and taken to a room.
Medications given, IV put in (yuck!) and then its rest. I have to do the whole 'peeing in the urinal' so that they can track my output. I hate this. It's hard enough to hit a 12" round toilet and now that want me to get in a 3" inch hole. After the first two times, I finally figure out how to do it. By putting the rim of the urinal around my penis, I don't pee on myself.
Sometime around midnight, (yes, I'm still awake), I get the urge again. With IV tree in tow, I enter the bathroom. Because of the small area just inside the door, the IV tree can't share quarters with me. So I leave it outside. I left the door open a little more than usual. As I finished, the nurse, Chartelle, comes into my room. She glances over to me and smiles.
"Do ya like doin' that?" she says cheerfully. "Here, let me help you."
She reaches out and puts her hand on the urinal.
"Le' go," she says and I release it. She reaches with her other hand and makes sure my penis is pointed inside. It's a good thing that I am already in good stream, because having a female grab your genital usually has rather growing effects on us men. However, Mr. Happy, reacts a little. I can't help but look down at what she is doing. She holds me there until I finish and then even gives me the obligatory shake. I look up at her at this point and smile. She is smiling back. She then looks around the bathroom door and smiles. She looks back at me and her face reddens slightly. She raises the urinal to her nose and sniffs long and hard.
"Oh, god, that's strong."
She puts the cap on the urinal and starts to help me pull my pants up. By now, my penis is having a natural reaction. Chartelle smiles up at me again.
"Listen, why don't you sit right there on the toilet?" She guides me back to sit on the horseshoe seat. She then takes the urinal, opens the cap and drizzles urine down my hardness. I look up at her in surprise. She just winks at me and kneels down. She leans forward and begins to lick my hardness, cleaning me of the urine she just put there. All I can do is moan with delight as her tongue moves up and down my taut flesh. She then buries the hardness deep into her mouth. I feel the back of her throat on the tip of my member. She begins to bob up and down, using her tongue on the underside. I moan loudly and begin to match her bobs with thrusts from my hips. She moans as the tip pushes deeper into her throat. I begin to hiss and my member swells. She deep throats me as I begin to come. She then pulls back and using one hand, strokes me through three more hard ejaculations. She sucks hard and squeezes out with her fist all that I can give her. She pulls up and licks around the crown of my tip. She then leans back and looks up at me. My come strings across her teeth as she smiles up at me. She swallows again as she stands up.
"Here," she says extending her hands, "le'me help you up."
She takes my hands and pulls me up. She then bends over, kissing lightly on my shriveled penis and pulls my pants up for me, securing them under the hospital gown. She helps me back to bed, even tucking me in. She looks at my face again and finally notices the surprised look on my face.
"Um," she says, actually blushing, "the urine thing. Well, I have a small fetish for the golden stuff. I do have to be careful here, though. Almost all our patients take medications. If I'm not careful, I could get the leftovers. That's why I didn't drink some of yours."
She sees more surprise.
"Oh, yeah, I love to drink it. You have a blood thinner in your system, so with just a little splash on your dick, I get a small taste without ingesting enough thinner to hurt me. The blowjob, that was just a treat for us both."
She smiles big as she heads for the door. She then doubles back to the bathroom. I watch as she sniffs the urinal again and then dumps the contents in the commode. She then tidies up, washes up and then leaves.
I still can't sleep. It is a rough night. Every time I close my eyes, visions of her sucking me off bring a rise in all the right places. I toy with the notion of stroking off, but I don't want to risk embarrassing the nurse's aide if she comes in. I don't think Chartell would be put off if she walked in.
About one thirty, halfway through a decent show on the History Channel, Chartelle comes in humming to herself. I have just thought about the earlier incident for the bazillionth time and have a raging hard on. Chartelle takes my vitals, still humming to herself. As she finishes, she moves her hand to my crotch, causing me to look up at her.
"Still goin', huh."
I nod, stupidly.
"Well," she says as she looks back at the closed door. "I think I can help with that."
She reaches under her nurse's top and quickly pushes her pants and panties down. She slips out of her shoes, leaving her clothing on the floor with them. She takes the blanket covering me and throws it back. She then throws up my gown and quickly takes my sweatpants down. There is a bar over the top of my bed, from foot to head for traction patients. She takes a hold of that and pulls herself up and over me. Placing her knees on either side of my waist, she reaches behind her and takes my member in her hand. She aims it between her legs and sinks herself down on me.
I moan loudly as she sighs just as loud. She hits full home and I can tell she is already wet.
"Been thinkin' about this since I was in here last," she says as she takes hold of the upper bar and begins moving herself up and down on me. She shivers and I moan deeply.
"Oh, God," she says breathily as she pulls herself and then lets herself drop down on me. Within minutes I feel myself on the verge. She feels my member swell and releases the bar. She grinds down on me hard and begins to pump hard with her hips. I put my hands to her hips and help her keep a hard and heavy pace. My hips are now meeting hers. She shudders hard and cries out, "Oh, god, yes." She slams hard down on me just as I feel my own rush. I thrust up hard and spew deep inside her. I jerk three more times as I feel her stiffen and her vaginal muscles tighten around me.
"Oh, yesssssssss," she says through tightened teeth. She then begins to sigh and moan deeply. After a few moments, we both relax. I am still embedded in her as she sits up hard on my waist. She opens her eyes and smiles down into mine. She shuffles her hips back and forth, feeling my softened member inside her.
"Mmm," she says moans as she pulls her top up over her breasts. She pushes her bra up to show me her hard nipples. She tweaks her nipples as she gyrates herself on me. My penis slowly rises, but I can't get it as hard again. She begins to move up and down now, shuddering with each thrust of my hips. We keep this up for long moments until she arches her head back and moans, gutturally. She then collapses forward, her head resting on my chest as she pants and moans softly. My penis quickly loses its rigidity without having spent another load. She lays there for long minutes, catching her breath.
She then sits up again, smiling at me. She mouths 'Thank you' and swings herself off the bed. I watch as she fixes her bra and top. She then shimmies back into her panties and pants. She slips on her shoes and steps back to the bed. She takes some Kleenex from the side table and cleans me off.
"We'll have to get you into the shower in the morning," she says quietly. "If you have to have an angiogram, we won't want you smelling like you've just had sex." She giggles as she pulls my pants up and fixes the blanket. As she finishes, she leans to me and kisses me quickly on the lips.
"Hope ya sleep better now," she says quietly. She turns off the television and the lights in the room. She then heads out the door and closes it tightly. I am plunged into darkness, but I don't notice much as I slip quickly into slumber.
I feel someone taking my vitals at three thirty, but I really don't wake up. I couldn't even tell who it was.
At five thirty, I am wakened by the aide as she takes my vitals. I gradually slip back into slumber for an hour or so more.
At eight, Chartelle comes in, smiling and humming again.
"Mornin' sunshine," she says as she walks to the window and pulls back the curtains.
"A double?" I ask.