It had been a tough day at work and Jack was not looking forward to the long drive to his place in the hills.
He sighed as he got to the door and noticed all of the white powdery snow that had fallen the previous three hours. He shook his head, thinking, I need to pay more attention to the world around me rather than the new Peterson project that he had taken on.
Thank goodness he had his four wheel drive Land Rover full of gas and already idling from the remote start he had pushed from his smart phone. It was an hour drive home in good weather, no telling how long this night would take.
He flipped up his parka hood, and made his way to the now warm and ready to go Land Rover. Living an hour outside the city allowed him the luxury of twenty acres and the quiet stillness that comes with being that close to nature.
Jack was only about fifteen minutes from home, on a back road that most people didn't use, and certainly wasn't going to be plowed any day soon. Semi tractor trailers hauling lumber used it when they were working the forest north of them.
It was on one of the blind curves of that back road when Jack, through a white out of snow, saw the emergency flashers of a car against the guard rail of the bridge over the old Niles River.
A woman, hysterically waving her arm, the other holding a cell phone against her ear, appeared out of the white blinding snow, and Jake did everything he could with the Land Rover to miss her and stopped just past the wrecked car.
He jumped out, and the woman screamed that her son was still trapped in the wrecked car and she couldn't get him out. Jack wiped the fallen snow off the back window and could see the young boy slumped over in his car seat. The seat belt was still fastened, but the impact of the crash had damaged one door, and the other door was pinned against the guard rail.
It was at that instant that Jack heard through the stillness of the nature he so enjoyed the downshifting of a one of those huge lumber hauling trucks.
He yelled at the woman to get in his Land Rover up the road, and as he crawled through the broken driver's window, he saw the headlights of the truck approaching. He freed the boy and as he got out the same window, he realized the truck would not know they were there, the blind curve, the white out snow, and the hill, would only make for a bad situation.
The truck's air horn' blared, the frantic downshift of gears, the brakes locked, and Jack knew this was not going to be good. He jumped with the boy over the edge of bridge...
Jack opened his eyes expecting the worse, but the unmistaken smell of a clean warm hospital room caused him to try and get up, but his body wouldn't allow it. The nurse appeared at his side, an attractive brunette woman, mid thirties, with lovely brown eyes. She smiled, advised him to relax and said that he had some pretty serious injuries.
Jack immediately asked about the boy, and she smiled again and said thanks to his efforts the boy was already home with just minor scratches and bruises. Jack looked at her name tag, Debi, and asked how soon he could go home. Debi smiled a gorgeous grin and said unfortunately as you jumped; the truck hit your body breaking both ankles, cracking a bone in your shoulder, and broke your other arm. Jack realized then both of his arms were in slings and not able to move them.
Over the next few days he and Debi got to know each other very well. She was a divorced mother of one son, and Jack learned through some flirting, that she hadn't had sexual relations in quite a few months. She acknowledged that he was probably a lot better looking without all the bruising, cuts, and swelling.
Debi soon found out that Jack was a deep sleeper, or so he told her. She would come in at night, turn lights on, run equipment tests, and even took some vitals from Jack, to see if he really was in a deep sleep. Jack always pretended to be asleep. He would watch her thru slightly closed eyes as she moved about doing her work. One night as she started to leave, she stopped at the door, slowly turned around and came back to the bed.
She coughed, to see if Jack was awake, and when he didn't respond, she slowly lifted the sheets off his legs. As Jack watched, Debi lifted his hospital gown enough to see his manhood.
She liked the sight of it limp, resting against his upper thigh. It had been a long time since she had last seen a handsome naked man in bed. It was average in size, soft silky mushroom head, and a thick veined shaft. She smiled, licked her lips, and felt herself getting excited at that thought of having this hardened cock plunging into her, his balls smacking against her. It had been too long she acknowledged to herself.
She was lost in wonderful sexual thoughts of Jack's cock, when her pager sounded, snapping her out of that last thought of being in Jack's arms as she came. Damn pager she said under her breath. She quickly arranged all the gowns and sheets, so no one would know.
The next day Jack told Debi that he had slept very well. He said he hadn't heard thing, and that you could have set off a fire alarm and that wouldn't have waked him. Debi grinned shyly and said that it was good he was sleeping well, and that it would only help speed his recovery. Jack did say though that he had a wonderful dream about a gorgeous woman, he couldn't make out her face, who had performed oral sex on him and helped release lot of sexual tension for him since he couldn't even jerk off in the condition he was in.
Debi blushed and said that he was a very lucky guy, and the woman was even luckier. As she left, she looked back over her shoulder and noticed that Jack was watching her ass as she left. Jack was indeed staring as she left, imaging her in just a sexy lace bra and panties set.
Later that night again Jake faked his deep sleep and soon there after Debi entered the room. Jack heard her quietly lock the door, and slowly make her way toward his bed. She called out his name loudly, but he didn't respond. She tried again louder, but still no response.
She lifted the sheets, and then slowly Jack's gown. Knowing what he had said earlier in the day about being out cold, Debi was more brazen than the night before. She reached out and touched the limp cock softly. Watching Jack's face for some sign of awakening, she saw nothing but a deep sleep.
She then placed her soft hands around the thick shaft of his cock, lifting it slowly off his thigh. She remembered how nice it felt to feel a man's cock grow in her hand. Her husband had left her years ago, and she had had only had a few sexual encounters. Even before her husband left, their sex life had been on the downhill.
Debi began to move her hand slowly up and down the now hardening shaft. She could feel the veins expanding under her hands, the ripples of them as she moved the soft skin of the cock up and down.
She also felt she was helping this hero of sorts. Surely he need some help, some relief, both arms locked in those slings. He wasn't going to be picking up any ladies for a little while and why shouldn't she enjoy a bit of fun too. They did seem to be hitting it off, flirting, and talking.
