With that last comment she touched his lips with her hand, gave him a big smile and left the room with an exaggerated sway of the hips. John could only stare at her retreating back stunned at what she had told him. Her uniform outlined her curves very well allowing the dress to hug her body and sway enticingly with her narrow hips. There may not be a lot of her but John was impressed with what he could see. As she was about to exit the room she turned back to John, noticing with a grin that he had been watching.
"John, in case you did not pick up on my message I am available in case you have problems down below. From what the others have said about how much of a gentleman you are I will put this as bluntly as I can. If you need to have sex, call me."
She raised one eyebrow at him and smirked as she left the room, while John stared at the now empty doorway stunned.
He thought to himself, "Wow that was unexpected but she did seem familiar. I just can't quite place her, but I guess she was here the last time. Seems either my dear wife or the doctor have organised things so I can be treated around the clock as required. The hassle now is that when a gorgeous woman gives me the come on gesture I seem to then feel the itch. Just hope I can last a while yet, at least until Linda can get here," then a memory surged, "Oh that's it, Rhonda was here that first time Linda treated me in the hospital and she got a little worked up from watching us."
It was still early morning and John was bored with reading and daytime TV just did not thrill him; although the woman jumping and clapping excitedly after winning a years worth of laundry detergent did have a suggestive bounce under her blouse. He thought to himself that it was not good when a quiz show looked sexy. His breakfast arrived to break the monotony, for about two minutes. He even read through the entire newspaper that had been provided, which then made him even more depressed. His newest apps on his phone kept him amused for a few minutes. He even sat there watching the screen as the phone updated the apps.
Thinking to himself again that hospital was okay if you are really really sick but this 'observation' thing was the absolute pits. Making matters worse was that he knew that it was risky to be out and about unless he could be certain he would not hallucinate again.
After making sure that he had respectable clothing on with nothing untoward hanging or poking out he went for a walk around the ward. Not exactly exciting but there was people, activity and noise. Passing open doorways in the corridor he could not help but peek in as he went by. It seemed like he was taking snapshots of peoples lives; reading, drinking, watching TV, listening to radios, talking to hospital staff, but mostly they were sleeping. John walked slowly for a while content to watch the activities around him as a passive observer. At one time he had to move to one side as the emergency cart was pushed to a room where a patient was in serious trouble. He did not linger feeling distinctly uncomfortable as though he was intruding on the persons privacy in his moment of crisis.
He ended up at a small lounge which was barely more than a pimple to the side of the corridor. Three people were sitting and chatting, and John asked if they minded if he joined them. He introduced himself and their names were Peter, Paul and Mary. Peter was grey haired, in his late seventies and retired. He continued the conversation regaling them with tales of his grand children's exploits as they were growing up. He seemed to be a very indulgent family man who was hoping some great grand kids would come along soon. Mary was a small middle aged, mousy looking woman with three children. Two kids had left home with one travelling through Europe and the other working interstate. The third was finishing university this year and would probably leave home as soon as he could find permanent work. Her husband worked in the oil industry at the oil fields on a fly-in-fly-out basis. Paul was the youngest of them at about twenty years old and single, and had been working at an electrical store.
John enjoyed the time talking to these strangers enabling him to forget his own worries for a while, relax and have a laugh. Peter was a very good story teller and had them in stitches with some of his outlandish tales. Mary may have looked like a mouse but having reared three boys mostly on her own she could stand her ground with the best of them. Underneath she was a very strong person and some of her stories were extremely funny but had a basis of her having to ensure she was not trodden down. Paul lacked the life history of the others but loved being in their company.
A nurse did arrive and apologised as it was time for Paul to have his next treatment session. John flinched inwardly at the use of this term but kept it to himself. After Paul had been taken away with the nurse pushing his wheelchair with its drip packs wobbling suspended from the attached frame, my two companions looked a bit sad. Peter explained that Paul was a frequent patient here in the hospital and his condition was terminal. The treatments he received here each month helped him survive a little longer, but at best he could live another year. This made John sad that younger people had problems that made his own so minor in comparison. They talked for a bit longer until Mary had to leave, so John and Peter left as well.
John slowly made his way back to his own room, again glancing around him at the people and activities. The place was getting busier as the visiting time had started. A minute after John had returned to his room his lawyer arrived to see him and advised he would also be getting more information from Dr Kendall. Melvin Sheister asked some questions about this latest episode that John had gone through. He would be reporting to the insurance company on John's behalf. Mr Sheister was certain the drug company would be wanting to settle the claims as quickly as possible in the hope of keeping things as quiet as possible. He only stayed for about fifteen minutes before leaving for his appointment with the doctor.
The visit had left John feeling tired which just confirmed that he needed to look after his health better. However it was getting later in the morning and it had been some time since his last treatment and the tingles were returning. His dilemma of conscience was returning as to what he should do. He knew Linda would get cross at him for not just getting what he needed, but he still felt wrong about doing this with relative strangers. Admitting to himself that his resolve on this issue was waning with each treatment. He was enough of a realist to admit to himself that in the end he was a man and having a woman want to have sex with him was a real turn on. It may only be because he needed treatment but they did give his ego a boost. He did the only thing he could do and rang the buzzer for the nurse. He also assuaged his guilt by sending Linda a text that he was seeking treatment with the nurse, Rhonda.
He went into the bathroom to have a quick clean up and while still there Rhonda came up behind him and snaked her arms around to embrace him from behind. She whispered to him over his shoulder.
"Hi big boy, do you come here often?" giving a laugh as he grinned back, "I like your style, today of all days the Matron is on the warpath because of some silly thing or another. I think the wipes have been over used or more towels are being sent to be cleaned than was budgeted. Anyway I have closed the outer door and it will be best if we could stay in here, she has a habit of trolling the hallways and jumping into rooms for surprise visits. I certainly would not want to explain what we will be doing to the old nag. I wouldn't get into any real trouble as your case needs this, but having to explain after going through one of her lectures puts a big dent in your day. So handsome, I am not a slut, well maybe a little one, we need to get naked so I can sample your wares and get you feeling all better."
She matched actions to words and was removing her shoes and turned around for me to unzip her uniform. I slowly pulled the zip down enjoying the view of her skin as it opened. She was reaching back to between us rubbing my expanding cock. She paused enough to remove her dress and hang it up on the door hook before also removing her underwear which, although nice, was what you would call serviceable for work. Once it too was removed he could see there was plenty of her body you would definitely call serviceable, and he ran his hands down her sides to demonstrate his appreciation. She did not have much increase in her hips but made up for it with a firm butt and no tan lines. He took a moment to remove his own clothing as she turned around to face him.
They began kissing with a passion as the feel of their naked bodies pressed together turned up the heat. His hands went from holding her head to squeezing her boobs while she stroked his cock. After a minute of smooches Rhonda went down to her knees to get a close up view of his erection before slipping it between her lips. Lifting her eyes up to watch his reaction she sucked hard as her head moved forward drawing more of him inside. She gagged as it hit the back of her throat but this was only a small pause until her head moved back and forth letting him fuck her mouth. In all this time her eyes never left his and her hands alternated between gripping the lower part of his cock and grabbing his butt cheeks.
