I'm still new to writing, so please forgive me if I've repeated some things about myself from my previous submission, "Flashing at the Hospital."
I'm a discreet exhibitionist. I don't feel comfortable openly flashing someone, yet I absolutely enjoy the feeling of a man "peeping" on me if he thinks I'm unaware.
I find flashing to be more erotic than actual sex sometimes, but only when I'm exposing myself to someone on my terms. I'll still feel modest at times though, when I catch someone trying to peep on me unexpectedly. I'll sometimes do the opposite and cover up immediately.
I generally reserve my "accidental" flashing for the kind and friendly male patients. I'll use the patient's bathroom to remove my bra before I begin my bedside care, sometimes "forgetting" to close the door all the way.
I'll also bend over frequently at the patient's bedside, giving them opportunities to peek down my scrubs at my uncovered breasts. I'll always maintain an "unawareness" of my accidental exposure, as it gives me a safe excuse to cover up if the patient suggests I did something on purpose.
I don't always know what I'll do, but I'll try to give the patient what I think he wants if I am comfortable with it at that time. Most of the time it is usually exposing my breasts, but I will sometimes expose my pussy as well.
I have allowed "accidental" groping as well, but only for a very few patients, and under certain situations.
I'd grown fond of an 86 year old man with end stage heart disease. He was first admitted to the hospital emergency room for shortness of breath secondary to congestive heart failure. I'll call him Mr. Steve Williamson to protect his identity.
However, I didn't work with him until he'd recovered enough to be transferred the transitional care unit for eventual discharge to home or skilled nursing care.
He was happy to be alive and was sincerely grateful for just about everything. He had a great personality and seemed much younger than 86 years old! He actually appeared to be in his early 70's at most, and might still be considered attractive for a man of his age.
Steve was always polite, and treated all the staff with respect. I got to know him well after working with him for a few shifts, and found out that he'd been widowed for 50 years! I could definitely hear the loneliness in his life through his personal stories.
He would talk as I performed my assessments and charted at his bedside. I would catch him looking at my chest when he thought I wasn't paying attention, and immediately look away whenever I lifted my head, or turned to face him. These are the men I absolutely love to flash, because they will be discreet the entire time.
Nursing assistants obtain vital signs at the start of their shifts and perform all bedside care pertaining to personal hygiene. I primarily dispense medications and perform all wound care, but also handle whatever is needed at the bedside at that time.
Some blood pressure and heart medications are ordered to be held, or not given, if the apical pulse and/or systolic/diastolic blood pressure is too low. These specific vital signs must be re-checked just before administering those types of medications.
This was the first time I chose to expose myself to Steve. I didn't come to work expecting to flash him on this particular day, but a couple of things changed my mind. The first was his genuine smile and happiness to see me every time I worked with him.
The event that compelled me to flash him though, was the sight of his penis growing erect in a matter of minutes, after I entered the room! I grew wet immediately, in response to knowing he was getting hard because of me.
Steve would sometimes have an erection under his gown when I'd stop by to visit him, before I ever exposed myself, and would always apologize. I tried to reassure him that it was a common sight with male patients, but it never seemed to diminish his own shame. I never mentioned that his penis was unusually long and thin, approx 7"-8", and hard to ignore.
I told Steve it was that time of morning as I approached his bedside, and he held out his left arm as usual. I closed his bedroom door behind me as I entered the room. I normally took his blood pressure and pulse at this time, but this morning was different. I told him I forgot to wash my hands with hand sanitizer before entering his room, so I asked to use his bathroom sink to wash my hands.
I was wearing a long, white lab coat over my light purple nursing scrubs today. I removed my lab coat and placed it on a chair near the bedroom door as I thanked Steve for allowing me to use his bathroom.
Steve replied that I didn't have to ask as he smiled at me. His flimsy hospital gown and bed sheet did nothing to conceal his long penis. He was now comfortable enough with me that he didn't bother to hide it anymore or apologize for it. I turned towards his bathroom and saw his reflection in the mirror on the wall to the right of the bathroom door.
I saw that he was staring at my ass as I walked away, and that his other arm was slowly moving under the sheet, towards his huge erection. The bathroom door opened inward and to the left, with the bathroom sink located further in and to the right side of the doorway as I walked in. Steve continued to talk to me as I walked away.
This particular door would swing all the way open unless you deliberately closed it shut, so I lightly swung it closed behind me as I entered the bathroom. It didn't click shut, so it started to slowly swing open behind me. I was already at the sink by the time the door was completely open, giving Steve a clear view of my right profile as stood over the sink washing my hands.
I didn't need to face him to know he was watching me. I could see the open doorway from my peripheral vision. The foot of his bed was only about 4 feet away from the bathroom entrance. It's an old hospital with smallish rooms.
