It's 8:00am and I know Nurse Nanci will breeze in that door any minute now and then it will be time. (I can't even say it in my head, what time it will be. If I did say it, even in my head, it would be the tiniest, faintest whisper...bed bath time.) My heart is pounding and I've got a cold sweat breaking out. It's a mixture of excitement, fear, horniness and shame. I remember what happened last bed bath time, and so does she. We haven't talked about it. It was embarrassing all round. You'd expect the embarrassment to be a deterrent to me being horny again about a bed bath. Unfortunately that's just not the way my body sees it. It's a real battle of the wills here.
In case you're wondering why I'm in hospital, yeah, silly me, I had an accident and broke my leg and both my arms. Hell, that's nothing, you should see my car now! My beautiful Subaru WRX is a crumpled mess - sob. Man, I loved that car, and now she's a write-off.
So that's how I came to be lying here with a full cast on my leg, my leg held up in traction, and full casts on both my arms, from my palms to my armpits. For a fit young guy like me it's a total fall from grace, I can tell you. No, the pain is not too bad any more, thanks for asking. The major thing that's hard to get used to is the vulnerability. I can't use my hands at all. Someone has to cut up my food for me and put it in my mouth. I can't get out of bed yet. I can't dress or undress. And then there's all my private functions that someone (a nurse, and usually female) has to do for me. Yes, I think you get the picture. It's a delicate situation.
Anyway, I am going to describe Nanci for you; she's going to be here in a minute. The first thing to notice about her is her smile which totally lights up the room. She has these big green eyes with dark lashes, and these solid eyebrows which make her look like someone you can't mess with, even though I bet she is secretly a bit of a soft-touch. Her complexion is luminous and healthy-looking, and there's a few light freckles across her face that tell me she likes the outdoors when she's not being a nurse. I bet she goes hiking or something. I love it that Nanci's always in a good mood. It gets pretty stressy around here sometimes, especially when there are not enough nurses and an emergency happens. The worst it ever gets with Nanci is that she gets these little vertical lines in the middle of her forehead. No shouting, no twitchy walk...just a slight frown. But she keeps her hair on. You gotta admire that.
Now for the hard part: Nanci is fucking hot. She has this absolutely beautiful hair. Man, I mean glossy, thick, natural red-brown hair. She wears it in a pony tail and it goes swishing from side to side as she walks. She has a wide mouth with beautiful sensuous lips; very, very kissable lips. Now the tits: gorgeous warm-looking tits. Not a whole lot of cleavage; just enough. I'm guessing she's a 36B or C. She's got a neat little waist that tells me she's fit and she probably plays a sport: maybe a ball-sport on a team with other girls. I'm trying not to get excited over Nanci in a netball uniform -- Ohhhh boy. Failed. Cute pear-shaped ass under the nurse's uniform. Shapely legs and a slightly wiggly walk that she's obviously not aware of because it sends off bleeping "girl-alert" signals to every guy who's heart is still beating. Ahhh, Nanci....
I am lying here all day. I get look at the patch of sky and the clouds through my window, and I get to talk on the phone and watch TV. I get lovely nurses to bring me stuff and feed me and talk to me, and the loveliest of all is Nanci. My insurance pays for everything and my job will be right there when I get back. I only have one real problem:
my cock. I'm young, healthy and horny. A total honey called Nanci is coming to wash me all over several times a week. Normally, your most obvious option, unless you're a sleaze-bag who likes taking advantage of pretty nurses, would be to jerk off. Have a wank, man, and do yourself and everyone else a favour. A nice young girl like Nanci doesn't want your raging hard-on staring her in the face when all she is hired to do is wash it. If she was there to play with it, now that would be a completely different matter. But she isn't. Damn! With casts on my hands, what can I do?
"Hi there Dave, how are we today?" Nanci comes in right on cue, looking fresh and pretty as ever. Holy Smoke, my heart is hammering.
"Hey, Nanci, how ya doin'?"
Nanci checks a few things on my chart, and hoists up my blinds up bit so more sunshine comes in.
"What did you have for breakfast? There was bacon and eggs going around."
"Uh, yeah I had that too."
"Hey Dave, you look a little pale today and you're kind of sweaty. Are you feeling OK?"
"Uh yes, I think I'm feeling OK. Not in any pain."
"I'll take your temperature."
She sits on my bed and holds my wrist companionably while I have the dipstick in my mouth. She looks at her watch. I guess she's taking my pulse. My cock gets hard because she's on my bed. I can smell her cologne, which smells faintly like the sea. I lift up my good leg to hide my erection.
"You're fine," she says, taking the thermometer. She peers at my face with a tiny wrinkle of her beautiful brow, "Are you feeling anxious about something?"
"No, no!" (God, how can I tell her?)
"Sure? OK, now we have to do a bed bath today. Would you like to use the bedpan first?"
"No, I'm...uh...cool thanks."
"Right, I'll just go and get the gear."
