In The Recovery Room

IN THE RECOVERY ROOM

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."

I undid a button on her blouse. When she didn't object, I did another, then another. Finally, I undid the last. I put my hands on her dangling tits and rolled her hard little nipples in my fingers. I helped her remove her blouse and bra and admired her lovely body. Her breasts hung nicely and she had smooth, wonderful shoulders. I held her tits, enjoying the smooth skin and weight, massaging them lightly. They moved like putty in my hands, jiggling around.

She leaned up and kissed me. Her hand was on my dick. We kissed again, this time with passion, our mouths twisting together, my tongue searching for hers.

I slid a hand down to the front of her slacks and squeezed under her belt. She paused to loosen the belt and my hand reached for her pussy. My fingers sneaked under her panties and found her hairy puss. I combed through her pubic hair for a few moments. Touching a woman like I was is an amazing experience. The first time touching her pussy was special. Then, I found her slit. She was warm and wet. I slid a finger between her inner lips, stimulating her clitoris and pulling her into another passionate kiss. She was breathing heavily and twisting around in sexual excitement. Then, I entered her. My fingers probed her vagina, pressing against the slippery inner flesh, pushing against her, drawing out her reaction. She was still wearing her slacks, but her legs were spread apart, giving me full access to her pussy. I had two fingers buried inside her. We continued like that for a while, kissing and fingering each other toward inevitable orgasms.

"I used to dream about you fucking me. I had just moved to the school and didn't have many friends. Boys would ask me out, but I wouldn't give them anything. But I'd have fucked you."

"Wow!" I said, "I'll fuck you now."

"Sorry, but you're too late. I'm married and I don't cheat on my husband."

She showed me her wedding ring.

I had to ask, "Isn't this sort of cheating?"

She just said, "Eatin ain't cheatin."

I wasn't going to argue with her, but damn, I would've put my dick in her in a moment, regardless of my marriage vows. How many guys can stop when a woman has her dick in your hand and her tits in your face.

We began to moved faster, increasing our pleasure with her hand on my cock and my fingers still in her vagina. Once or twice my knee twinged, but I was brave and fought through the pain.

"Let me see you naked." I asked.

She stood and pulled off her slacks, then teased me while slowly removing her panties. She had a pretty pussy, with a furry tuft, groomed a bit, but still a bit unruly. Her little slit was gaping a bit due to my finger action.

She climbed on me, straddling my hips. She put her naked pussy against my pecker, rubbing her slit along my shaft. It was wonderful and soon she was coming. She was so wet and the pressure of my dick was driving her orgasm. She was beautiful with the look of pleasure on her face. My dick slid easily between her slippery lips. I wasn't inside her though.

Then, she did it. She used her hand to put my cock in her vagina. She sat still for a moment. She was warm and tight, her inner flesh pressing against the entire length of my dick. I focused on the extreme pleasure of being inside her.

She said, "I just had to see what it felt like to have you inside me."

"Does it feel as good as you imagined?"

She said, "Oh yes! I used to dream about having your cock inside me."

I didn't move. It was like she was pulsing electricity through my dick. Her muscles were massaging me. Her pussy was amazing. Her tits were swaying with her movements. She was beautiful.

Then she pulled off and resumed sliding along my prick again, faster and faster. I kissed her as she reached her peak. She was squirming and panting and her mouth was trying to consume my tongue. Then I came too. My cum pulsed out onto my pelvis. I watched her body spasm as she continued her orgasm. Her body was covered with a sheen of perspiration. We held each other as we calmed down, recovering.

She stood up and looked at me. "That was fantastic."

"It sure was. Thank you."

She stood and I admired her beautiful body. Then she finished the sponge bath while she was still naked. There was a wad of cum on my belly. She lewdly put some on her fingers and sucked them. I had worked up a sweat, so the much of the benefit of the sponge bath had been lost.

Debbie redressed my wound, then regretfully, she got dressed.

She said, "They'll ask for an evaluation of my nursing visit."

"What's the highest score?"

"Ten."

"I'll give you a hundred."

She laughed and said, "Don't be too specific with your comments."

I asked for her contact info but she declined. "I don't want to have the temptation to cheat with you. I have a good marriage that I don't want to screw up and you seem to have a nice wife." She continued, "I've fulfilled a dream. I don't need to do it again. It's always better the first time."

I said, "I understand but I'll not forget you again."

"Let me know if you go in the hospital again."

She kissed me softly and left. Wow!

A few hours later, my wife came home. I had fallen asleep and was till pants-less under a sheet, wearing just the pajama shirt. Fortunately, nurse Debbie had cleaned my dick and the cum on my belly.

My wife puttered around for a while and finally came to look at my wound. She lifted the sheet covering me and discovered that I was naked from below the waist.

'What happened to your shorts?"

"I took then off. They were too uncomfortable."

She saw the cut-up shorts on the floor. She held them up.

I couldn't lie, so I said, "The nurse gave me a sponge bath. She didn't want to hurt my knee, so, she cut them off."

Gloria was absorbing that revelation. "Did she wash your dick?"

I said, "Yes, of course." I tried to make it sound like no big deal.

She looked at the form that Debbie had signed and left. "It was the same nurse from the hospital."

"Sure. She does home care too."

"Did you fuck her?"

I looked insulted, "Honey. I can't move here."

She knew my word-games and asked another way, "Did she fuck you?"

I nodded. "I was helpless, honest. She's had a crush on me since high school."

Gloria laughed, "You asshole. You'd fuck anything that moves."

I noted, "She's not just anyone."

"She is cute and I know you like her tight ass."

I said, "It was just as momentary penetration. She just wanted to see what it felt like."

"She wanted to see what it felt like to fuck her high school crush?"

"We didn't come." I hesitated and added, "Not while I was in her."

She laughed. "Tell me what you did, everything."

I told her about the recovery room, about Debbie giving me a sponge bath that included a hand job and a blow job; she stripped and let me suck her tits and finger her; then we rubbed my dick in her slit; she put my cock in her for a few moments, then we rubbed again and both came.

"Is that all?"

I could see the amusement on my wife's face. I was pleasantly surprised, and greatly relieved.

I said I was sorry and she said I was "Just a typical male, led astray by a pussy. Thinking through your dick."

I tried to explain how beautiful Debbie was, which didn't help my cause.

Then, Gloria stood and I watched her strip. As my pretty wife undid her blouse, she said, "Nobody's going to take better care of my husband than I am."

Her bra fell to the floor and her tits flopped out. I just love them. Of course, all tits are wonderful, but I never get enough of my wife's pretty breasts.

She lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties.

"And I know your love this pussy more than anyone else's pussy, don't you?."

I nodded. "You know I do."

She was straddling my hips. She lifted her skirt to show me her pretty cunt, with her pubic triangle and the pink slit that hides her treasures.

"Do you have anything left for me?"

I had a boner again. She impaled herself on it.

"Don't hurt my knee." I joked.

The warmth of her pussy engulfed my dick. She began to rock back and forth, riding herself to orgasm. I held her tits and we kissed. She was as passionate as I'd ever seen her. Her jealousy and possessiveness had been aroused and she was letting me know that I was hers. I had enjoyed the tryst with Debbie, but it was just sex. Gloria was the love of my life.

She whispered in my ear, "I'm ovulating. Make me pregnant. I want to have your baby."

I did it. I knocked her up. We fucked through the weekend and I scored, big time. The baby, a little girl, is due in a few months.

Oh, my knee has healed well. I haven't seen my recovery room nurse again. I did give her a ten on the evaluation form. I almost want to have something go wrong so I have to go to the hospital again.