It wasn't the horrendous crash on my motorcycle that I remember. Thankfully, my brain refuses to recall that awful event. Nor was it the hours of surgery required to repair my legs and left arm; the anesthetic obliterated that memory. Even the pain of recovery was masked by the cocktail of numbing drugs they administered.
What I remember most was the sheer boredom of lying immobile, willing myself to recover. My days were filled with pale green walls, antiseptic smells, the plump older nurse, the slightly effeminate male nurse, and a host of others coming and going.
Then my existence turned immeasurably brighter. Hearing a sound in the room, I turned, expecting one of my normal pokers and prodders. Instead, my eyes were greeted with a sight of loveliness I can never forget.
"Hi Brad," she said. "I'm Kelly. I will be your nurse for the next while."
Kelly was about five foot nothing, slim build with sensual curves in all the right spots. Blond hair framed her beautiful face. She seemed to exude a natural warmth, but even more than that, a sensuality that reached to my core. Maybe it was the length of time that I'd been lying there, getting more bored and horny by the hour. But I think it was her sexy legs and ass, and huge smile.
She was wearing a standard looking uniform, and as she bent over me to adjust something, I stole a glance down her top. I've always been a bit of a voyeur, I admit, and was rewarded with a gorgeous display of her most beautiful breasts. Her bra was definitely not a "function-only" type; a low cut red lace bra is a real turn-on for me. And the little soldier down below noticed too, and began to stir.
That's when I got busted. She seemed to notice me staring at her tits, and the fairly obvious rise in my gown was a dead giveaway.
With a slight laugh, and a smile that lit up the room, she said, "Looks like I got your attention this morning!"
The day passed with my spirits noticeably higher. Every time she came in the room, she seemed to be flirting with me. Maybe it was my imagination, but it seemed that there were many times that she had to lean across me to adjust something, affording me another opportunity to stare down her top at her absolutely gorgeous breasts. They weren't large, but looked very soft, and once I even was able to glimpse the edge of her dark nipple.
The next morning when she came on duty, I noticed that she was wearing a dress rather than the pants she had on the previous day. I was disappointed that the top wasn't open like the other, but the skirt showed off her long shapely legs to full advantage. As she came to take my temperature, my one good arm "just happened" to be at the side of the bed, and "just happened" to brush her leg. She didn't seem to flinch at all as I slowly caressed her silky thigh. In fact, she looked down and smiled.
"You seem to be feeling very well this morning, Brad!" she said.