Chapter 1
As they lifted me on to the stretcher I knew that I was in serious trouble in more ways than one. The doctors had warned me, months previously, what would happen if I played rugby again and I had promised my wife faithfully. As far as she was concerned I was out on the golf course but I had not been able to resist when the call came from my old team. They had reached the semi-finals but had lost their kicker. I thought that, as a full back, I could stay out of trouble and I knew that I still had the old touch with the boot. How wrong could I be? The last thing I remember was two hundred and fifty pounds of muscle bound second row forward bearing down on me and then the sickening crunch as I was taken to the ground.
At first, it was feared my back was broken but x-rays showed some neck damage and some heavy bruising of the spine. The doctors told me that I would have to wear a back brace for a few days and that I would regain full use of my arms and legs.
Karen came to the hospital as soon as she could but when she looked in on me, in my private room, her face was as black as thunder.
“They tell me you were playing rugby. Is it true?”
“Karen, I …”
My hesitation was enough to tell her all she needed to know.
“I’m too bloody angry to talk about this now. We’ll discuss it when I get back.”
It was only as she walked out, slamming the door behind her, that it dawned on me that she meant on her return from Turkey. The museum was sending her out to Istanbul for four days to discuss some new acquisitions.
My existence became miserable. I spent the whole time worrying about Karen and the future of our relationship and physically I could do nothing for myself. My arms and legs were next to useless and I needed help even to eat. The nurse appointed to me was businesslike and unsympathetic and I got the impression that she thought that male contact sports were only slightly less ridiculous than the men who chose to participate in them. Her name was Heather and I guess she was in her late thirties. She was reasonably good looking and reminded me of an aunt with whom I had lost contact many years previously.
Boredom soon got the better of me but Heather made it clear that she had no time for idle chat. She told me that she was going off duty at seven and that the night nurse would then look in on me from time to time. At around eight I needed to use a bed bottle and I squeezed the alert switch. Heather’s replacement was a young Irish girl named Roselyn and, unfortunately for me, she was every mans fantasy nurse. She was short, slim and big busted and she had a sun burst of curly red hair framing a cheerful elfin face. Just knowing that she was going to have to handle my cock was enough to set things astir and, as she pulled back the sheet, it was already twitching into life.
“You’ll have to behave yourself if I’m to get this into the bottle.”
“I’m sorry, just give me a minute.”
She had the good grace to pretend that she had something to do elsewhere in the room but at one point she reached over to draw the blinds and my eyes were drawn to the pert outline of her backside. I can only lay the blame on the painkillers that had been pumped into me for, within seconds, I had a raging erection and was now overtaken by a newer, more desperate need.
“My, you are a naughty boy.”
“I’m sorry, I ….”
“Don’t apologize, we see a lot of things in our line of work, here, let me help.”
I was expecting the ignominy of a cold towel, or something similar, and so it came as a surprise when she took me in hand and began to slowly rub me. Her hands were delicate, with long fingers, and my modest eight inches seemed bigger in her grasp than in the more familiar grip of my wife. Following this train of thought made me feel guilty and I hovered on the verge of telling her to stop but Roselyn proved to be extremely skilled and I was getting there fast. Her hand moved slowly and rhythmically up and down the whole length of my shaft and she seemed to read the degree of my arousal almost telepathically.
It only needed a few more strokes when the harsh tone of the beeper sounded. Roselyn stopped immediately and checked her pager.
“I’m sorry I have to go.”
“Please! Don’t leave me like this!”
The frustration of the next few minutes was almost indescribable. I tried desperately to move my arms but it was to no avail. Finally, my erection wilted and I was back to square one. It was nearly three quarters of an hour before Roselyn finally returned by which time my bladder was almost bursting. She apologized and briskly inserted my limp manhood into the bed bottle. I then found just how hard it is to piss whilst lying down and the more so when being watched by a pretty nurse. Eventually my bladder relaxed and Roselyn took away the bottle but as she started to clean me up my cock misbehaved again.
“Look, I know I shouldn’t ask, but is there any chance…?”
Her reaction, given what had transpired earlier, took me by surprise. Her face flashed to anger and she spoke tersely.
“Just what do you think I am?”
With that she turned and left leaving me totally confused. I suppose my mistake was to assume that she found me appealing. In the past I had never had trouble attracting women and now, at thirty one and married, I knew I could still draw admiring looks. I was still thinking this over when Roselyn returned looking a little calmer.
“You’re very sure of yourself aren’t you? Well I’ve decided you need a little lesson.”
I tried laughing it off.
“What do you mean?”
She did not reply. Instead, she turned aside my hospital gown and took hold of my cock once more. If this was a lesson then it was one I was willing to learn. She had applied some sort of lubricant to her hand and I came to erection almost immediately. She started to stroke me with the same easy rhythm she had used before and it was not long before I felt my body grow rigid as the inevitable outcome approached. Notwithstanding the painkillers I felt my neck protesting but I was too far gone to care. Just a couple more strokes was all it would have taken but just as I started to groan with relief she took her hand away and left my erection throbbing in empty air.
“Please, don’t stop! Not now …”
“I’ve other patients to attend to. I’ll see you later.”
She left the room without another word and once again I willed my arms to co-operate but it was totally useless. The next hour seemed to drag into eternity but, at last, she returned. She acted as though nothing untoward had happened as she checked my temperature and pulse and then administered another dose of painkillers. I was just wondering what, if anything, I should say to her when, as if it were simply another routine medical procedure, she took hold of me again.
“Thank you….”
