Next Door Nurse

I was starting to go crazy. I had been sitting in the house for over a week, not really able to do much of anything. Unfortunately, I had at least another week of sitting here before maybe being allowed to do something active.

A little over three weeks ago I was at my sister's house for a picnic and injured my arm. We were sitting out on the deck eating lunch. I was gotten up to go get seconds. Her deck leads to a Florida room which is where the food was in order to keep it out of the sun.

I was about to the steps when my nephew ran out in front of me. In order to not run over him, I stepped to the left, but my foot caught a flower pot and I lost my balance and fell. Had I stepped to the right, nothing would have happened because there was a clear path on that side.

Good news was I missed the the door, the bad news was I didn't miss the window two feet to the left of it. You don't really have a whole lot of time to think about things, and instincts tells you to put your hands up to protect your face, which is what I did.

My right arm took most of the impact, the glass shattering into several sharp jagged pieces. Mostly it was just a few cuts, except for the one that did the damage. A shard had sliced into my arm near the elbow and practically severed a tendon.

I had surgery and I was told that the tendon was barely intact, but they were able to repair it. Unfortunately, it would be at least four weeks before I would be able to use my hand. Of course, it was my right hand, which is my dominant hand.

After the four weeks was up, I was to see a doctor and if all looked well I could slowly start to use it. At the six week mark, as long as I didn't overdo it, I should be fully healed, but may need physical therapy, depending on how much scar tissue there was.

I spent the first two weeks with my sister, although I was supposed to spend the first four weeks. But, we mutually agreed that after two, maybe I should do something different. We love each other, but after awhile we started to get on each other's nerves.

So, for the last week I've been sitting at home trying not to go insane. I had fallen asleep in the afternoon and woke up a little after seven. I went into the kitchen and fixed a frozen French Bread pizza thing, because I can eat it with one hand.

I settled onto the couch as a mini-marathon of Seinfeld was just coming on. It was a little after eight when the doorbell rang, I slowly got up off the couch and walked to the door. I opened it to find my neighbor, Jill standing there with a smile on her face.

She was wearing shorts, a tank top and flip flops. "Hey, how are you?" she asked.

I shrugged and lied, "Good, you?"

She shook her head, and walked inside. "Good, my ass," she said, I laughed.

"Good, considering the circumstances," I clarified.

"How long have you been home?" she asked.

"A little over a week," I said.

We walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. "I thought you were staying with your sister."

"I did for a few weeks, but we nearly killed each other and decided it would be better if I didn't stay there," I said, chuckling.

"Well, from now on, if you need anything you call me."

"Jill, I don't want to bother you."

"If anyone you know is qualified to help out, it's me." She was referring to her being a nurse.

"Yes, of course. Thank you."

She smiled at me sweetly. "You're welcome. Do you have any beer?"

"Yeah." She stood up and walked into the kitchen.

She walked back into the living room and offered a bottle, then pulled it away. I looked up at her, "Are you on any medications?" she asked. I shook my head. "Why not?"

I looked around the room before looking back at her, "I'm not taking them."

"Oh, for fuck's sake. Have to be macho, huh?"

I laughed. "No, I just don't like the way they make me feel, and I don't want to become dependent on them."

She studied me for a few seconds and then handed me the beer. "I know, I saw your prescription was nearly full."

We sat there and watched a few episodes of the marathon and finished off our beers. I glanced at the clock, it was a little after nine. "It must be pretty difficult for you to do things with your left hand," she observed.

"Yeah, it's a little challenging."

"I'll bet."

She over up at me, "Have you..." her voice trailed off. I looked at her to see her looking at my crotch. She looked back up at me, "...you know, been taken care of?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.

"No."

"Awww."

"It's been, hold on, let me do the math. About five weeks."

"Five weeks? Jesus."

"It's too awkward to use my left hand."

"My God, you must be about to burst," she said, sympathetically. "They're probably the size of tennis balls," she said giggling. "Well, maybe softballs, they were already the size of tennis balls," she said, laughing.

"Could you imagine how much cum that would be if someone's balls were that big," I said, jokingly.

"Fuck, I'm imagining how much cum you're going to produce when you finally drop that load," she said, in a serious tone, with a touch of sarcasm.

A few months ago, Jill's car died on her and she asked me to take her to an appointment she had. On the way she told me what her car was doing. I just so happened to know what was wrong with it, and fixed it for her.

She wouldn't accept that I wanted to help her so she decided to "repay" me. We ended up in my bed, and had a pretty memorable night. When it was over she said she still owed me. I laughed it off, at the time. "I think maybe I should be present, you know for medical purposes," she teased.

"I'll let you know when I'm ready to try out my healed arm."

"Why wait?"

Jill reached over and opened the fly on my pajama pants and reached inside, and grazed my throbbing manhood. "Oh, naughty boy not wearing any boxers," she said.

"I'm going bare necessities at the moment," I explained.

"Suits me."

She worked my cock out of my pants, she examined it like she had never seen it before. That was funny to me because it's been in all three of her orifices. "Just like I remember it," she said, lightheartedly. She leaned over it and lowered her head until the tip touched her tongue and slid along it.

She closed her lips around me. I laid my head back and moaned. She slid halfway down my cock before she worked her way back up, twirling her tongue around me. She looked over at me. "You're so fucking hard. It's like sucking a steel pipe, only this tastes much better," she said with a wink.

I smiled at her. She took me back in her mouth and went about showing me why she's been called, "Sword Swallower." Not that I didn't already know that, but it's still amazing. She constricted her throat muscles around me and moved up and down slightly, effectively milking me.

"Good fucking hell," I said.

She worked back up towards the head, before swallowing me again. She kept doing it and each time, I got another step closer to exploding. She held me in her throat, I placed my hand on her head and thrusted up. I was more or less fucking her throat at this point.

The sound she made with every thrust I made was oddly hot, but it resembled a dry heave sound, which was somewhat disturbing. It was an odd mix. I took my hand off her head, she slid up the length of me. Her face was red and her eyes were watering.

Long lines of saliva stretched from my cock to her wet chin. She was gasping for breath. "Only you could do that and still not come," she said in between gulps of air. I smiled, not sure I believed her, but it was a nice ego boost.

"Well, I was pretty close." I said.

"Yeah? Good, because I want you to come for me. Stand up," she said.

I awkwardly stood up. She wrapped her hand around my hardness and stroked quickly while sucking on me. Every so often she decided to take me down her throat for the sake of variety. I just about lost it with the last slide down her throat.

She continued to bob back and forth quickly. I was quickly approaching the point of no return. "Fuck, I'm going to come," I said. Jill looked up at me with those blue eyes, with my cock in her mouth and winked.

She pulled off my cock and quickly stroked me, I felt my balls tighten. "Come for me. Destroy my face with your fucking cum."

"Christ," I whispered. My balls pumped, sending my cum racing out of me.

The first shot flew out, Jill squealed. It flew out over her head, I heard it land heavily on the coffee table behind Jill, it left a thin trail of cum high on her forehead and through her blonde hair. The second closely followed the first, it hit her above her right eye on her forehead.

Because she was doing the stroking, the aim was a little all over the place. The third shot fired out, it glanced off her right cheek. A large glob landing in her ear. A fourth sailed out landing on her nose and fell off to her left cheek.

A fifth with considerable velocity landed in her hair, with a small trail from her left eye up the forehead. A sixth struck her left cheek, a seventh right on her lips. An eighth barely made it out, instinctively she sliced her left arm through the air, it landed on her wrist.

A little more oozed out with her stroking. She looked up at me, laughing. She licked her lips. "What the fuck?" she said.

"Oops," I said, laughing.

"My God, that was fucking huge," she said in disbelief.

"Five weeks worth," I said, before sitting down on the couch.

"It's in my hair and my ear," she said. She looked behind her and saw the first shot that landed behind her. "Holy shit, that flew far." I shrugged, what could I say? I was just as surprised as she was. "Do you do that often?" she asked, sounding more than a little turned on.

"Only seems to happen when you're around," I said.

"I may have to come around more often. I'll be back." She stood up and walked out of the room. A few seconds later, I heard, "Oh my God!"

A few minutes later she came back into the room, her face was cleaned up. She sat down on the couch beside me. "You know, when I said to destroy my face with your cum, I just meant it as dirty talk. You didn't actually have to do it." I looked over at her, she had a grin on her face.

"I guess I misunderstood," I retorted.

"It was pretty fucking hot, though."

"I'll say."

"I swallowed most of it," she said, casually. I looked over at her.

"What?"

"Your cum. When I cleaned off my face, I swallowed most of it. Except for what was in my hair and ear."

"Are you trying to make me hard again?" I asked.

"Depends, is it working?"

"If you don't stop, it will."

She laughed, leaned over and kissed my cheek. "I think I did my job well, tonight," she said standing up. "I'll check in on you tomorrow, if you need anything before then, don't hesitate to call." She turned around and let herself out.

* * * * *

For the next week, Jill would come over to check on me, or call and make sure everything was okay. I was coming up on going to see the doctor in a day or two when Jill told me she would go with me. I tried to tell her she didn't need to, but she was having none of it.

I got good news from the doctor and was told that I could start to do light lifting and some basic things with my right hand. He actually encouraged me to use it, just not to overdo it. I needed to build back up the strength in my arm.

Over the next two weeks I did just that, and really had to watch myself. Everything was going good as I came up on the six week mark. I was hoping that the doctor would be giving me good news. Everything felt fine and seemed to me to be back to normal, but I needed the doctor to tell me that really was the case.

I got the news the next day when I saw the doctor. He told me that there was minimal scar tissue, which was good. He had been worried that there would be far more which would have led me to having to endure physical therapy.

Just when I thought everything was good to go, he told me that he needed me to do some exercises with my right arm/hand. Luckily, I passed with flying colors, and he told me that I should take it a little easy for at least another week, but after that I should be as good as new.

I shook his hand and thanked him for everything and got the hell out of there. I prefer to spend as little time as possible in a doctor's office or hospital. I was driving home when I decided to stop and pick up a few things from the grocery to make dinner.

I was walking down an aisle when my phone rang. I glanced at the display to see it was Jill, my unofficial nurse calling to check in on me. "Hello," I said.

"Hey, what did you find out?"

"Good as new."

"Really? That's great," she said, excitedly.

"Yes it is."

"So, what are you doing now? Jerking off to make sure it still works properly," she teased.

"No, I ran into a college slut the other day who decided to let me use her, instead of my arm."

"Really? What was her name?"

"I'm joking," I said.

"It's hard telling with you, you fuck anything that moves," she said laughing.

"What are you doing for dinner tonight?" I asked.

"I don't know, you want to take me out?"

"Not really...I want you to come over and I'll fix dinner. It's the least I could do after you've helped me out the last several weeks."

"Sure, it will probably be around seven before I can get over there."

"Let's do eight, I like to eat a little later."

"What are we having?"

"It's a surprise," I said.

"Such a tease."

"I've learned from my neighbor. I'll see you later."

* * * * *

I had everything at pretty much the same point, which is to say where everything was almost finished, but still needed a few minutes for completion. While waiting I finished setting the table. I checked the pan on the stove and stirred it's contents to prevent burning. I heard a knock on the door, and then it opened.

"It's just me," Jill announced.

'Hmm, when did we start just walking in?'I thought.

"I'm in the kitchen." I said.

"No shit," came her response when she walked in the the doorway.

I looked over my shoulder and smiled at her. She was wearing a pair of jeans, and a t-shirt. If she was wearing shoes she must have taken them off by the door. She was wearing candy apple red nail polish on her hands and feet.

I saw her look around the kitchen, trying to figure out what was for dinner. A plate and bowl sat on the counter but were covered by foil. I put the cover on the pan I was working before she could see what it was. "Go ahead and sit down," I said.

"So mysterious."

"Are you hungry?"

"Starving."

"Good. There's plenty of meat," I said with a ridiculous wink. She burst out laughing.

I walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out a bowl with a crisp romaine salad I had already made. I sat it on the table. I peeled off the foil from the plate and the bowl and carried them over to the table. I sat the plate of sirloin steaks on the table and the bowl beside them.

"What the hell is that?" Jill asked, looking at the bowl. I smiled.

"Mashed potatoes."

"Potatoes? They're purple."

"Yes they are, you've never had purple or blue potatoes?"

"No."

"You'll like them, promise."

I grabbed the pan off the stove, and grabbed a pair of tongs and walked back to the table. I put half of the green beans and cherry tomatoes on my plate and the other half on Jill's. Then placed the steaks I had removed from the grill before she got to the house.

I poured some wine in her glass. "Dig in," I said. I watched as she cut into her steak, I filled my glass and sat the bottle on the table.

"This meat is really tender," she said, as she easily cut through it. She put a piece into her mouth. I grabbed the other steak and put it on my plate, and filled my bowl with the salad. "God, this is really good," she said.

"I'm glad you like it." I watched as she scooped up a small portion of the potatoes, and ate it. I could tell by the look on her face what she thought.

"You were right. I do like them."

"Good thing, otherwise I would have had to eat all of them."

"I never knew you were such a cook, and a damn good one, at that."

"Now the secret is out."

"Oh boy, if all the ladies know you can cook and fuck, you'll have a never ending parade coming and going...especially the coming," she said with a smile.

* * * * *

I got up and cleared the table. "What's for dessert?" she asked.

"I couldn't find what I wanted at the store, so I'm afraid I don't have anything. Unless you want ice cream."

"Hmm, actually I was thinking about something with cream in it," she said, seductively.

I walked over to one of the cabinets and pulled out a package. I walked over to the table and put it in front of her. "Will that work?"

She looked down at it and shook her head. "Twinkie's? Really?"

"Well, if you don't want them, I'll eat them."

* * * * *

We took the wine into the living room and started watching a movie on TV. I got a text from my sister asking what the doctor said. I sent her a response, about what I was told. She sent back a question. Jill placed her feet on the coffee table.

I responded to the text and put the phone on silent, and sat it on the end table. My cock was getting hard from looking at Jill's feet. "I think it's time for dessert," she said.

I glanced over at her. "Change your mind about the Twinkie's?" I joked.

"I need something a lot bigger than a Twinkie," she said, glancing down at my crotch.

"I have banana's."

"Shut up," she said. "I can't tell you how many times I've masturbated thinking back to when we fucked. Not to mention the way you hosed me down with your cum a few weeks ago. I've been counting down the days until you were fully healed." She reached into my lap and squeezed my cock, hard.

"What do you want to do to me?" she asked, seductively.

"Everything," I said softly.

"Someone is a naughty boy."

"You must be a bad influence on me," I responded.

"Don't blame your perversions on me."

"What do you want me to do to you?" I asked.

"Shouldn't you already know?" she asked, a vague playfulness evident in her tone.

"Of course, I just like to hear you say it."

"Because you can't get enough of them, why don't you fuck my big natural tits," she said, nibbling on my chin.

I smiled slightly, "Don't blame your perversions on me." She looked like she was going to say something, but slid off the couch onto the floor, instead. She slipped her shirt off, her breasts bouncing slightly. Her breasts are magnificent.

I reached for my jeans, but she slapped my hands away. She casually unbuttoned them and eased the zipper down. I lifted my ass off the couch, so she could remove my jeans. My cock was pointed up at the ceiling, swaying slightly. She took a deep breath, her eyes locked on it.

Glancing up at me, she said, "What's your excuse for not wearing boxers this time?"

I smiled at her, "I didn't want to slow you down any."

"How thoughtful."

She leaned forward and wrapped her big, warm, soft natural breasts around my cock and slowly slid them up and down. You might think that it wouldn't feel all that good with no lubrication of any kind, but it was surprisingly pleasurable.

"Your skin feels amazing," I said. She smiled at me. She pursed her lips together, I watched as saliva slipped from her lips. I felt the warmth of it as it touched my cock, the more she slid her breasts up and down me, the slicker it got.

The slicker it got, the closer I got to coming. She slid down farther until her lips touched the head. I sighed. She slid up, then down, this time going farther, until the head of my cock slipped into her mouth. She sucked on it, while sliding up, her lips 'popped' off me.

I laid my head back on the couch, and tried to regulate my breathing. Between the feeling of the slick sliding between her soft breasts and the feel of her warm tongue and soft lips sucking the head of my cock, I was going to blow.