Second Dose
Two days passed before I saw her again.
While she'd said she would see me 'tomorrow', it appeared that Nurse Isabella had far more pressing matters around the hospital than checking in on me, which honestly, was fine. It gave me time to come to grips with everything that had happened during our first encounter, as well as what it meant for me going forward.
On the one hand, both I and the doctors were impressed by my seemingly rapid turnaround. From being unable to maintain an erection long enough to achieve orgasm to having a rather glorious one thanks to Nurse Isabella's unique form of treatment was incredible.
On the other, the whole thing still baffled me.
At first, I honestly expected the doctors to say they'd never heard of Isabella, and that the whole exchange had been a figment of my imagination. But instead, they concluded that, yet again, she'd managed to do the impossible. I even heard for than one of them whisper that they wished they knew what her secret was, which told me that, while they were aware of her track record, no one had ever witnessed her treatment in action. They simply saw the aftermath.
And aftermath which included the fact that, for the first time in my life, I awoke the morning after our appointment with a wicked case of morning wood.
My dreams had been filled with images of Nurse Isabella- her sweet face, her wondrous voice and accent, and of course, her incredible foot scent.
Had someone told me, prior to my coming here, that the answer to my problem would be found in the feet of a mysterious nurse, I'd have told them they were the ones in need of medical assistance. And yet here I was, seemingly cured by that very thing. Nurse Isabella's feet were simply magical.
Alas, after her brief appearance in my room, I didn't see her again, even when I was briefly allowed to roam around the halls. It was as if she'd simply vanished, and the thought of that broke my heart. I longed to see her once again, to experience her treatment one more time... Just in case it was a fluke that it'd worked in the first place.
Early on the second day, I got my wish.
I was just starting to wake up, morning wood pressing against the bedsheet, when I heard someone walk into my room. They didn't say anything, simply stopped by my bed and took a seat beside me. My eyes were still shut, and I wondered just who it was and why they were there and then, I heard it. Her lovely accent and heavenly voice.
"Good morning sweetie," she whispered. "Time for your medicine. Take a big sniff of this for your nurse..."
Next thing I knew, something was placed over my mouth and nose, and before I could ponder just what it was, the familiar scent of Isabella's feet began to fill me. My lungs pulled in deep breath after deep breath, unable to get enough yet desperate to try. It was as amazing as the first time I'd been gifted it.
My morning wood had already been in full effect, yet somehow, smelling her sweet foot scent made it get even harder than it already was. Never before had I experienced such a thing, and I longed to stay in that perfect moment as long as I possibly could.
Alas, whatever she'd placed over my face was quickly removed, and I opened my eyes in despair only to find her beautiful face smiling down at me.
Nurse Isabella was dressed in a pair of light blue scrubs, with a stethoscope hanging around her neck and her long brown hair cascading past her shoulders. She was stunning as ever, and in the early morning light coming through the window, she looked almost angelic.
In her hands, I saw the source of the 'medicine' she'd generously offered me to start the day- a musty-looking trainer. Once again, while the idea of sniffing a well-used women's shoe should have disgusted me, and likely would have prior to our first encounter, now I no longer cared. The scent embedded inside it was like a drug to me, and I simply could not get enough.
"Mmm, did you like that?" She asked, slipping the shoe back onto her bare foot. "Sorry I haven't been by. But I'm here now, and thought I'd come by and see if the treatment's still working." Looking down at the tent I was pitching beneath the bedsheet, she clearly had her answer. "It would seem so, but I think we need to make sure. Wouldn't want them to discharge you without you being all fixed up now would we?"
I'd almost forgotten they'd discussed discharging me today. It was fair- I was seemingly cured after all, but thinking about it now, I worried she was right. What if I wound up back in the same sorry state I'd been in before I'd arrived? I couldn't go through that again, not after finally experiencing that which I'd spent much of my life being denied.
"Scoot over a little sweetie" Isabella continued, gently making room beside me on the bed before turning around and closing the door and lying beside me. "This will help me give you another dose... Hope you like cuddles."
