I had been in the hospital for nine days after undergoing emergency surgery to repair an abdominal problem. I was going home tomorrow, or rather today since it was one o’clock in the morning, and I couldn’t sleep.
The noise at night in this hospital was annoying. I would just get to sleep when one of the other cases on this floor would have a problem or be a problem and begin to yell and scream for a nurse or something else.
Just a few minutes before the old guy in the next room had begun to howl and the nurses had been forced to restrain him. I could hear him hitting the girls through the thin wall and hear them threaten to call the cops if he didn’t stop it right then.
I had considered going over and giving them a hand, but I was still attached to my drip bag and morphine pump and I figured that I would be more of a liability than a help so I just laid in my bed and listened to the ruckus. Finally he settled down and I attempted to go back to sleep, but sleep eluded me so I was just laying in my bed watching some old sci-fi flick on the boob tube hoping to drift of to sleep when the door opened and my night nurse, Sarah, came into the room closed the door behind her and sat down in the chair at the end of the bed.
“I hope you don’t mind me coming in.” She said, “But, I just need to relax for a minute or two, and, I heard your TV on and thought that you might like some company.” “Damn I would like a smoke.” She continued, “They frown on nurses smoking on shift, but, at times like these a cigarette sure would be nice.” And she chuckled, “But really I don’t need to do that I guess, just to relax at least.” Sarah leaned back and closed her eyes, a small smile forming on her lips.
Sarah was an RN, but she didn’t really look like a nurse much. She was about five foot six or so and in her late twenties. The scrubs she wore were colorful, tonight she had on a scrub top with little pictures of Snoopy on it. Her hair was straight, medium length, and multicolor. It was dark red on the sides, probably from a dye job, but it looked like she was trying to let it grow out so the top of her head was dark brown. She was very attractive from what I could see. She had chestnut skin, African American, but looked to be part oriental or maybe Arab, giving her skin the lighter tone. Her face was soft and warm with doe like eyes and full pouting lips that seemed to be ready to smile or laugh at the least provocation. I could only imagine what the rest of her body was like because the scrubs that she wore hid any lines effectively.
She sat there smiling quietly with her eyes half closed for a moment and I decided to start up the conversation so I said, “You must be having a lot of trouble with the old boy next door tonight. I heard the sounds through the wall, what did he do hit you kids?”
She replied, “Yeah, he hit both of us, and then he threw shit at us too. He dug it out of his depends and smeared it all over me, and Alice too. We both had to go to de-contam and take a quick shower, an change our scrubs, otherwise we would be running around stinking like shit the rest of the shift.” Then she glowered and said, “And I think I’m going to have some nasty bruises from where he hit me.”
I asked, “Oh yeah, Where?”
“Where what?” she asked.
“Where are you going to have the bruises?” I responded.
“Oh here, and there.” She said as she pointed rather vaguely to her stomach and chest. “Would you like to see?” She asked.
“Sure why not.” I replied.
Sarah stood up and moved around the foot of the bed and into the light so that I would have a clearer view and unselfconsciously pulled her scrub pants down below the top of her underwear exposing a small welt and a beautiful expanse of coffee colored flesh. “See?” she asked.
“Not really.” I lied.
She moved closer, almost within touching distance and asked, “Is that better?”
“Yeah, I said, that gives me a good view.” And it did too, she was wearing blue bikini underwear that matched the color of her scrub pants and barely covered the copious hair of her pubic area. Her skin was a light brown, like coffee with cream and it looked, soft like velvet, I was so very tempted to reach out and stroke it but thought better of it for the moment.
She then pulled up her scrub top exposing her bra and very nice breasts. The sight of her boobs literally took my breath away. Sarah’s breasts were truly magnificent, large well rounded and firm looking. They completely filled the cups of her bra and looked to be trying to break free from their bonds. She cupped her right hand under her breast and pushed it up just a little clearly exposing the aureole.
“See that?” she asked.
“Yeah, sure do.” I drooled.
Seeing where I was looking, she chuckled and said, “Not my nipple you ninny, the bruise up here.” And she pointed to a small welt just behind and above where I was staring.
“Yeah, I see.” I responded kind of embarrassed like. I felt a little self conscious at being caught staring, although I probably shouldn't have and I actually blushed and looked quickly away.
She smiled at my discomfort and made no move to cover herself up. Then she asked, “You mind if I get comfortable?”
I looked back up at her and responded with what I hoped would be a non-chalant sounding, “Not at all.”
Sarah took off her stethoscope and lay it on the nightstand, reached around behind her back and in one deft motion undid the clasp to her bra. As the clasp let loose the bra pulled up and her wonderful breasts fell free from their prison exposing the nipples aureole and more of that lovely chestnut skin to my hungry eyes. I drank in her beauty for a few lust filled seconds as she stood there in front of my longing eyes, bra and scrub top pulled up, pants still pulled down to her underwear.