Tom Mullins knew he was a lucky man. He remembered seeing the green light change to red through the downpour, and putting his foot on the breaks, but after that, it was all a blur of screeching tires and a deafening crash. From somewhere he remembered seeing flashing lights, and hearing a voice telling him he would be ok, but from that moment on, all was lost to him, until he woke in the recovery room with both his legs in plaster, and a headache the size of Texas.
It had been almost a weeks since the accident, and most of his more superficial wounds had healed. Every afternoon, just after lunch, a male nurse would arrive with a bowl of warm water and give Tom a sponge bath that he was not at all comfortable with. Still, he had no choice in that matter, and the male nurse did seem very professional, doing his best to make Tom feel more comfortable with the situation.
Today though, things seemed a little different around the ward, and one of the staff informed him that there had been a roster change. Some new student nurses would be working in the ward as part of an exchange program with another hospital. Tom didn’t see how this would affect him, until the new nurse came to give him sponge bath.
At first Tom thought someone must be playing a joke on him, perhaps one of the guys from work was setting him up and had a hidden video camera somewhere, but when the nurse pulled the curtains closed around his bed, and pulled back his sheets, it became very apparent that this was no joke.
His new nurse could have been no more then twenty-two. She was about five foot eight, honey blond hair, and the bluest eyes he had ever seen. Her large breasts were mostly hidden inside her uniform, the fabric straining to contain the delightful mounds, her ample cleavage more then enough to tease the eyes. Her slim waste and rounded bottom was not left unnoticed by Tom either, and no sooner had she dipped the sponge into the water, then Tom had a raging hard on that was impossible to hide. He blushed a little with embarrassment, trying desperately to think of anything that might make his throbbing member deflate, but as soon as her hands touched his body, he knew he was more likely to explode then deflate.
The nurse, Kyle Lovewell by her nametag, seemed unperturbed by Tom's predicament, washing his body with gentle strokes, being sure not to miss anything and washing around his wounds with professionalism. Rolling him gently onto his side, she washed his back and buttocks, and then toweled him dry before rolling him back again. The last thing she was to wash was his pelvic area, and Tom was both dreading this, and anticipating it with great enthusiasm. Nurse Kyle however, washed the region thoroughly and as though every thing was quite normal.
As she picked up the towel and began to dry Tom’s tortured body, his erection was bordering on painful. With the bath over, Nurse Kylie pushed the tray with the bath water on it to one side and reached for a clean towel. This she placed over the tops of his legs, covering the plaster. The other nurse had never done this before, and Tom was more then a little curious as to what she was doing, but not curious enough it seemed to entice his erection to loose any of it stiffness. Tom had always been quite proud of his manhood. Eight inches was nothing to be laughed at after all, and often had him receiving attention he was not at all sure he deserved, but right now, he would have done just about anything to make it go away.
“Are you feeling any better now Mr. Mullins?” Her voice was as soft as he wished his dick would become, but the sound of it only severed to make matters worse. He was almost sure there was moisture seeping from the eye of his dick, but was too embarrassed to look incase he drew more attention to it. He hoped that she might not notice, but she picked up the moist towel from his bath and wiped the droplets away without a word. Tom wanted to sink into the mattress and hide.
With a stupid grin and an almost total loss for words, he stammered, “Yeah, much better.” It was a blatant lie, but hopefully it was enough to make her go away before he embarrassed himself further.
“You look a little tense, but perhaps I could help you with that. You’ll mend much faster if you can relax more.” And with that, she cupped her hand fully around his throbbing shaft, squeezing it gently before sliding her palm up, and over his increasingly moist head.
Tom moaned and sank back into the pillow, hoping the guy in the next bed couldn’t hear, but not really caring if he did. The feel of her slender fingers wrapped around his shaft was worth any ribbing he might get from the other guys in the ward later. Slowly she worked her fingers along his shaft, massaging and rubbing every inch of his now throbbing manhood. Her touch was soft, deliberate, expert, and Tom knew he was in the hands of a professional. Closing his eyes, he lay back, prepared to enjoy the sweet relief her hand was offering. He wondered if he should inform the nurse that although he was quick to gain an erection, he was very slow to ejaculate, but as her hand slid over his head, and down over his shaft again, he decided to keep the information to himself.
Nurse Kylie Lovewell continued to stoke his shaft, running her fingers up and down, twisting her hand a little with each stroke to increase the sensation, picking up the pace and then slowing again, but it seemed her expert masturbation skills were not having the desired effect on Tom. This method of relaxing a patient had never failed before, and she was a not a nurse that liked to fail in her duty to help her patients recover as fast as possible. She paused for a moment, considering what to do next.
