Valentine's Day weekend and I should be taking my girlfriend out for dinner, dancing and possibly a hot evening of sensual sex. But, as luck would have it, I lie here in a hospital bed, bored to tears, watching talk shows and thinking of ways to escape; that is, until she walked in. My timely nurse, just making her rounds for the evening, was an exceptionally well built black lady with the sweetest demeanor and bright, beautiful smile that complimented her pretty face. She looked to be about 10 years my junior wearing baggy scrubs which did little to hide the sensual curves of her voluptuous full figure. She busied herself at her tray turning to afford me a full view of her wonderfully shaped behind and well-rounded hips. But her greatest asset by far was the largest set of boobs I've ever seen in real life. With each step she took you could tell they were large and heavy as they shifted and swayed so erotically under the material of her top. I was mesmerized and fixated. It was like watching a slow-motion scene from the beginning of a campy R-rated movie where the sexy nurse comes in to "really" take care of the patient.
She cleared her throat, "Hmmm, hmm. Mr. McKelvy," she said giving me a knowing look with raised eyebrows. I was busted as I looked up. Guilty of staring a bit too long at her protrusive chest.
"I am nurse Ann and I'll be with you for the rest of the night," pointing at her homemade heart embellished name tag.
"I see you need your meds and I have to draw a little blood from you to check your sugar levels," she said handing me a glass of water and my pills. I gazed into her soft eyes as I gulped them down and handed her my empty glass.
She collected her needle and tubing, "Now to draw some blood, Mr. McKelvy."
Now me being a bit older, wiser and cunning, or so I thought, not to mention having a raging libido, I quickly conceived a plan asking her to take the blood from my left arm even though she was standing to my right. Laying that arm across my stomach I figured I could get her to stay put forcing her to lean over and above me to do her duty. I thought I might get a close-up view of what lay hidden under her smock and to my surprise she did just that. Giving me a sideways glance and a smirk she leaned forward holding my hand and thumping my arm to find a vein. Lucky me could see the back light push through the material of her smock creating a silhouette of her large breasts as the fabric of her shirt and bra strained to contain the heavy mass. Being just inches away from me, her womanly scents crept into my brain and I barely noticed the pain of the piercing needle.
Even though I was not feeling 100% I knew I was on the upswing of my recovery. That was all too evident as my scent-saturated brain began to kick into its normally horny state sending uninterrupted signals to my awakening erection. It didn't take much to bring it to life as I had been down and out for three days. Coming from a 45-year-old with overactive hormones who lives almost every day with a constant woody and a need to drain it, I can tell you that the three days' worth of backed up semen in my scrotum was beginning to stir at the sight of my buxom nurse Ann. I drew up my right leg to conceal my hardening member causing her to shoot me a glaring look to be still. I knew my effort was to no avail feeling my cock strain against the taut sheet. I waited for her scolding to immediately follow but instead she pulled out the needle and bandaged my arm as if nothing was wrong.
I looked her in the eye determined to get a "read" on what she was thinking. Did she or didn't she see it, I asked myself? I'm not hung like a pony but you can definitely tell if I had an erection under the sheets.