Awakening Ch 08 1

Awakening 8

It was mid-morning. The nurse that brought my breakfast said Saturday morning to be exact, but you couldn't prove it by me. My daughter had called the last two days but hadn't been able to come to the hospital after work the last two days because of the distance. She was planning on coming later this morning, so I was just relaxing and watching TV, listening to Jan in the bed next to mine, trying to breath with the oxygen mask. She'd pull it away to talk, but I discouraged it. Her pneumonia seemed to be getting worse, not better. The morning duty nurse was hanging another bag of something on her IV rack and checking her vitals. Word had gotten around the nursing staff to remember to wear gloves when they checked my vitals, which had significantly reduced the number of incidents. I found it amazing the range of fantasies that women had hidden away. Some I found extremely interesting, others, not my cup of tea, but then I was along for the ride either way. I think I had more sex in the last three days than I'd had with my wife in an entire year.

The cheerful little brunette walked around Jan's bed and over to mine, taking her time to take my vital signs and punch them into her little tablet device. "How's Jan doing?" I asked quietly.

She set her lips in a fine line that said a lot more than her words. "She's doing alright."

"Why don't I believe that?"

"I can't really tell you anything," she said. "Patient confidentiality."

"Yeah. I know. But I also lay here and listen to her breathing getting worse. Her first night she had a little oxygen thing in her nose, and now? A full mask? I'm worried about her. We've gotten...um...kind of friendly."

She nodded softly. "It's not good, but we're still hoping she'll turn the corner. This isn't the first time she's been in."

"Chronic?"

"She was involved in a fire years ago. She's really susceptible to viral infections in her lungs now."

"Ohhhhh. I didn't realize that. Thanks."

"For what? I didn't say anything," she said with a small smile, as she pulled the covers off my cast covered leg to check it. "I hear this is coming off later today!"

"Oh sweet. I was hoping," I answered with a huge smile as I watched her pull off one of her gloves and pull a whisp of hair from between her face and her glasses before reaching back down to my leg again. I watched in surprise as she lifted my hospital gown to uncover my cock and then reached out with her bare hand and wrapped her fingers around it.

I looked down from above looking at what I guessed was an operating room, medical equipment lining the walls of the room surrounding an oddly shaped hospital bed. The huge high intensity light was the only light in the room, streaming its harsh glare down onto the white sheet covering the bed. I could see movement, someone entering the door. She walked to the bed and ran her hand up and down the smooth sheet before laying something on it, a small dark blue object maybe an inch in diameter and seven or eight inches long. I could see her, her long brown hair hanging down her back as she slowly pulled the scrub top off, leaving her naked from the waist up. Her pants went next, sliding down her legs until she could use her feet to step on them and work them over her stocking feet. Completely naked now, except for her tiny anklet socks, she stepped to the end of the table and pushed herself onto it. She scooted backwards, carefully moving the object she'd set down, out of the way until she could lay back on the table with her knees in the air and her feet resting on the table near her butt. She let her knees fall apart, exposing her completely shaved mound and pussy to me as I looked down. Her breasts, easily a full C cup, lay flattened on her chest, her nipples hardening in the cool air, her areola puckering around them sexily.

She lifted the item and pressed it to the grayish inner labia protruding from her full round outer lips, sliding the tip up and down slowly. I could see the tip glistening in the harsh light as she spread her juices on it before sliding it down and holding it at the entrance to her vagina. She moved her finger and pressed the button on the end, her mouth opening and her eyes closing at the change in sensation. She slowly pushed the blue torpedo shaped device into herself. I couldn't hear her through the heavy glass window I was looking through, down onto her, but I could easily imagine the sounds she made as she started to push the vibrator in and out of her wet pussy. I stared, stroking my own cock as I watched her below me, pleasuring herself, one hand sliding the vibrator in and out of herself and the other moving from breast to breast, pulling and twisting her nipples.

I stroked my cock as I watched her, her hips starting to lift and rock in time with her strokes, the vibrator teasing her insides. I could almost feel her excitement build, the heat of her excited pussy spreading through her whole body. Little drops of perspiration formed on her chest. I could feel them start to slowly collect into larger droplets and roll down her chest and around her big soft nipples. I closed my eyes and felt the tingle of her clit radiating out, spreading through her body. I could tell she was close. She pulled the vibrator from her pussy, arching her back up and pressing the device directly to her clit.

I couldn't hear her, but I could see her cry out in pleasure as her body convulsed, mine convulsing with hers, shooting shot after shot of cum out onto the window between us as her body squirted fountain after fountain of her cum into the air. I climaxed with her at least half a dozen strong spasms before our bodies began to relax.

I could see her face flushed red as she pushed off the bed. I could sense both excitement and embarrassment in her as she pulled her pants on over her still dripping pussy. She slipped her shirt on and then, looking up at where I was standing, smiled. She blew me a kiss and then, taking her vibrator, disappeared from the room.

"Oh my God," she gasped as she held my rock hard cock, cum oozing from the tip as she held it, my thighs and stomach splattered with what had to be several squirts worth of the white cream. I was breathing as heavily as she was, looking over at her as she was looking back at me. I looked down at her past the bed rail, her pants apparently around her knees or ankles as she slowly stroked her bare shaved pussy with one finger. "I'm sorry," she whispered, moving her whole hand to her mound and curling her fingers to cover her pussy, her face flushing pink. "I had to know."

"Know what?" I asked in a breathless whisper.

"What it was. My secret fantasy. That's what it is, right? You some-how show us our deepest fantasy?"

"I don't know what it is," I admitted quietly, still trying to catch my breath.

"The girls. They say that's what it is. Some of them don't even realize what it is until after they see it with you, then it's like, God yes I want to do that so bad."

"Well. As long as it's what you wanna see," I said. "But next time, ask first please."

"I'm sorry. I was afraid you'd say no," she said a little meekly as she let go of my cock and then pulled her hand back. She bent over and pulled her pants up. "God I wanna fuck you so bad right now."

"You do?"

"Uh huh. They said to expect that. All the girls that have done it felt like that."

"So, who is it? The guy you want to watch you?"

She blushed again as she stood, looking down at the floor. "Just a friend."

"I hope you get a chance to show your friend what you showed me. I'm sure he'll enjoy it as much as I did."

"Thanks," she said as she pulled a small package of wipes from her pocket and used them to clean my softening dick and the cum that splattered all around it. Cleaned off, she smoothed my covers back in place and then leaned over to give me a soft kiss before walking out of the room.

"Well. You're getting popular," Jan said from the other bed, coughing painfully after even the short comment. "I wish I didn't have this oxygen, or I'd come over there and fuck you for real again."

"Right now, you need to rest and get better. There'll be time for fucking later."

"Not if you check out before I do."

"I don't think you're going home before I do," I said with a frown.

"That isn't what I mean."

I thought about it a few seconds and then shook my head. "I don't think I'd like that to happen."

"Me either. But maybe you can give me one more good one before you go home."

"I promise." I nodded.

I was resting with my eyes closed, listening to the TV one moment, and standing in a tent the next.

I could feel the breeze blowing through the open windows as I stood there, completely naked, drying myself, my wet swim suit laying on the tent floor in front of me. I didn't move as the tent door unzipped, wishing to see my wife step through, but instead seeing my nineteen year old daughter wearing the miniscule green bikini my wife found so inappropriate. If my wife had been here, she would have objected and probably not allowed her to wear it, but with her out of the country I relented far too easily. She stood for a few moments, letting me look her up and down while she did the same to my bare body. The triangles that should have been covering her breasts were so small they barely covered her nipples and areola, and sometimes, like right now, not even all of that. The strings and triangles were clearly no match for even her late teen chest. She turned and bent over to zip the door closed, the thong swimsuit bottom leaving her entire ass bare as she pushed it out at me. The green material barely covered her pussy lips, which I could tell she had shaved smooth. The tiny triangle of material and the string holding it had slipped, either on purpose or on accident, between her full round teen age pussy lips, exposing much more of her than she should be. She stood back up, my cock now sticking out like a flag pole after watching her ass and pussy for even such a short time. She stood in front of me and reached to her neck, pulling the tiny string's bow behind her flowing brown hair, letting the two miniscule triangles fall down to expose her nipples and areola. I could see the dark pink rings around each nipple, slightly puffed out, covered in tiny bumps. While I stared at her jutting nipples, she pulled the second string, dropping the top to the tent floor. I opened my mouth to say something, and froze, as she pulled the two strings on her hips at the same time, pulling the tiny triangle from between her legs, leaving her completely naked as the day she was born. She stepped towards me and knelt down in front of me, reaching out with one hand as she did.

I stared, unable to say a word as she closed her lips around my mushroom head, sliding it into her wet mouth. I knew it was wrong. I knew we shouldn't be doing this, but for some reason I couldn't stop myself. Instead, I watched as she slowly slid her lips along my shaft, working about half of my length in and out of her mouth. I groaned softly as her lips caressed my shaft, her tongue rubbing around under my head with each stroke. I lost track of how long she sucked on me before reaching for my hands and pulling me down, coaxing me onto one of the air mattresses covered with the light weight blankets that we were using in the extremely warm nights. She coaxed me down onto the mattress, laying me onto my back as she crawled over me, her surprisingly large breasts for her age hanging down between us, her nipples dragging along my stomach and chest as she eased over me, crawling on top of me until she held herself over me on her hands and knees, her eyes looking down into mine.

"You always said I should wait for a man that loves me to do this, but you're the only man that really loves me and I don't want to wait any longer," she whispered softly as she moved one hand between us. I felt her hand find my dick and wrap around it moments before I felt her hot wetness rub around my engorged head. I watched her face as she stared back at me, her pussy enveloping just my mushroom head at first and then, slowly, more. I felt her body expand and saw her eyes close as the sensations overwhelmed her body. "Ohhhhhhh fuck," she moaned softly, trying to stay quiet as she let more of her weight down on me, slowly feeding my saliva coated cock into her tight vagina. Her walls caressed my dick as she pushed further, not stopping until my head was pressing against her cervix, deep inside her. She held herself over me, opening her eyes again to look down at me as she started to rock, pulling her pussy on and off my dick. Her tits swung in time with her strokes, her nipples brushing my chest with each swing, teasing both of us as they brushed around and over my own nipples.

It took long minutes, quiet minutes, enjoyable minutes as she slowly worked her body towards climax. As much as I wanted to, I knew I shouldn't and wouldn't, but I would allow her to feel her fist climax on a dick around mine. "Almost there daddy," she whispered. "So close now."

"I can tell," I whispered, sliding my hands up and down her bare back, stroking her smooth soft skin all the way to her bare ass.

"Almost," she panted, "Almost there!"

I felt the first tremors of her orgasm start deep inside her, her pussy soon spasming around me as her legs and arms trembled. She collapsed on me, and I wrapped my arms around her, holding her to me as she climaxed, her pussy squeezing and clenching around my hard cock. I struggled to hold back, not wanting to empty my desire into my own daughter. Her mother would be appalled at what we were doing, but I knew that neither of us would ever tell her. It would be a secret between the two of us.

My eyes flashed open and my brain tried to process the sudden change in environment. My body was still telling me that I was moments from climaxing, my brain fogged by the sexual euphoria of a building orgasm. My eyes focused on the closest face, that of my own daughter, looking back at me in confusion, her lips only fractions of an inch from my face where she had apparently kissed me on the cheek. I saw her eyes start to focus again on me, the startled expression clear on her face as she started to pull away.

"Good to see you awake Scott!" I heard Amanda, my daughter's mother-in-law, say as she reached out to touch my bare arm.

"No. Wait...." I barely got out before everything changed.

she stood in front of the sink in her red high heels, her short red dress, covered in large white polka dots, looking incredibly sexy on her. I stepped from the hallway to the kitchen, my kitchen, barefoot, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around my still damp body. I'd seen her in this dress before; the last time she had been to the house months before. I remembered her long blonde hair cascading down her back in a long single ponytail, as it was now, her full round butt wiggling side to side as she scrubbed a dish in the sink. I stepped behind her, sliding my arms slowly around her waist, startling her slightly but also causing her to stop scrubbing. She reached out and set the dish and scrub pad down in the sink, as I slid my hands slowly all the way around to her stomach before sliding them upward, cupping her large soft breasts through the dress. She closed her eyes and sighed softly, enjoying the sensations of my fingers stroking her nipples through the dress and bra, something she hadn't felt in far too many years.

I found the buttons on the front of the dress and slowly started to undo them, one at a time, starting at the v of cleavage and working slowly down. She pushed her hips away from the counter to give my fingers room to work lower, my hands finding their way further and further down her dress. I pulled the hem of the skirt up to reach the last button and then dropped it after I had it undone. I slid my hands up again, running my fingers gently up the gap, my fingertips finding her soft inner thighs and then her panty covered pussy. The tips of my fingers stroked slowly up the satiny material, across a tiny strip of velvety soft skin before bouncing over a rough lace band. I felt her smooth soft stomach as my fingers stroked higher, eventually finding my target, her large soft breasts contained in a satiny smooth bra. My fingers teased along the cups a few inches each way before they found the small plastic clasp between them. I flicked the fastener with my fingers, and in moments I could feel the soft skin of her breasts pushing the cups aside. I let my fingers push the cups further away, my hands replacing both satin cups, her hot soft mounds now cupped in my hands. I let my thumbs stroke up her soft skin until I found her nipples and then bounced up and down over them. Amanda let out a soft gasp as my thumbs bend and stroked her hard nipples, my growing hard-on pressing against her dress covered ass through my towel.

I felt her hands move from the sink, slide around behind her and find the towel between us. Her hands easily pulled it apart and let it fall, my rock hard cock now easily grasped in her bare hands. Still cupping her breasts, I pulled her back from the sink and then gently turned her around to face me, my hands pushing the dress apart as I did so. In moments I had the bra and dress, both sliding down her arms, falling to the floor, leaving her in nothing above her waist, but below, a lace garter belt, stockings and silky smooth bikini cut panty. I looked down at her body, surveying her breasts for the first time, taking in the soft smoothness, the tiny bumps of her excited areola and the hard protruding nipples. I could see the few small freckles on her chest and the tiny mole on her left breast, all of these imperfections making her look even more sexy.

I slid my hands to her hips and pushed the garter down, catching her panties at the same time. As much as I loved how she looked in them, what I wanted now, what I needed now, was for them to be gone. I pushed them to her thighs and then gripped her hips, lifting her and setting her now bare ass on the kitchen counter next to the sink. I stepped back and pulled the garter, panties and stockings down her legs unceremoniously, her high heels falling to the floor with two loud clomps.. I tugged the stockings all the way off and tossed all aside, my eyes glued to the small clump of blonde curls between her legs. As much as I love licking and sucking pussy, what I wanted, what I needed was to feel her pussy around my cock. I lifted and spread her legs, looking at the inner labia protruding from her full round lips, as I used my hips to guide my rock hard shaft toward her. I didn't waste time. I knew she wanted it as much as I did. Even without hands I was able to settle my head at the entrance to her vagina and then slowly push into her. We groaned in unison as I pressed myself deep into her. I let go of her legs and let her wrap them part way around me as I reached for her luscious tits, cupping and squeezing them as I started to stroke my fat hard cock in and out of her. It had been so long, so many years since either of us has felt something like this. I could almost feel her enjoying my thrusts, my cock sliding in and out of her. I could almost feel the two of us climbing towards climax together. I felt my own urgency building in my groin as I pumped my shaft in and out of her, but also the tingle of her clit racing through her body, the warmth of her own urgency. She started to rock her hips in time with mine, adding another sensation, another feeling, another urgency. She lifted and spread her legs, pushing them high and wide, allowing that sensation to grow. It started as an urgent tingling inside her pussy each time I drew my head back along her vaginal tunnel and grew into an undeniable demand. It shouted at me, screamed at me, come! Climax with me!