This is the story of Jane, from the Touch series. it'll make more sense reading that series first - at least the first few. Obviously its a work of fiction. Obviously people should wear condoms etc but it's a story, not reality. Anyway hope you enjoy and if you like it there could be more.
As I tried to get to sleep through my husbands snoring I reflected on how my life hadn't gone as I'd planned. Here I was 42 years, married with no children and in a job that wasn't exactly a fulfilling career. Working in hospital admissions as a clerk was unlikely to be anyone's dream job.
I'd fallen into it, like most people, by accident. I'd gotten a job at my local hospital and intended to apply for nurse training when I was old enough, marry and have several children. I'd gotten married but no kids and due to financial pressures at home had never been able to leave a poorly paid job to start as a even poorer student. I'd been given extra responsibilities and a pay rise or two, then we'd had to live with my mother to look after her and that had sealed my fate.
I'd married Phil when I was nineteen and his being in a band had seemed so exciting. I'd never thought of myself as any sort of beauty and being small and quiet I'd been used to being overlooked. So when Phil had made it clear he found me interesting and attractive I fell for him. The band didn't last and and he now worked as a HGV driver. Admittedly he was still in a band but it was more of a covers band that did weddings and that sort of thing. Lots of band practice evenings though.
I shuffled and nudged Phil in the back to see if he'd move and stop snoring. If only he'd responded to my stroking and hints earlier I'd have been asleep after a gentle orgasm. I've never had any difficulties coming and that would have relaxed me nicely. Although possibly not Phil if he knew I was rarely with him in my head during the deed. The nudge eventually worked and he rolled onto his side and the snoring stopped. A few moments later I followed him despite my reflection on my disappointment with him and my life.
Phil's day started before mine most days and although I had an early start it was still an hour or so later than his. I felt him slip out of bed. A minute or so later I heard the shower go on and knowing I had a while before my alarm I turned over and tried to sleep. In a half dozing reverie I started to think of one of my favourite fantasy's. It wasn't something I could discuss with Phil, in fact I couldn't discuss anything with Phil. So there was no way this could ever happen. Sighing, a bit regretfully I ran my hand down over my breasts feeling my nipples harden under my fingers through the thin material of my pj top. The pjs were a light pink, very loose, almost sheer material with a camisole top and loose shorts. Of course, in my mind the hand belonged to a man who'd done some building work in the house earlier in the year and who I'd found attractive in a rough way. I could feel his calloused hand lifting my top so he could stroke my nipples. He tweaked them hard, roughly making them stand up harder almost lifting me from the bed.
I was fully engaged in my fantasy now and I see him with his shirt off by the bed now. Slowly bringing his hands down my side he pushed one hand under my pj shorts and with the other he grasped my chin forcing me to look at him.
"Your husband told me you're going to pay my bill" he said gruffly. Roughly his fingers probed inside me and I could feel how wet he was making me. I slipped my fingers back a little and slowly stroked around my clit. Just gentle strokes so I didn't come too fast. Slowly up and down and around. In my mind I could see him leering at me as he unbuttoned his jeans. He smiled as he reached in his trousers to pull out his erect cock. Grabbing my pj shorts he tugged them down and off me. With no further foreplay he got on the bed and grabbed my wrists. Holding them together in one big hand above my head he pushed my thighs apart.
As he knelt between my legs I watched his cock head towards towards my now completely soaking slit. I was ready and willing to have him inside me but couldn't have resisted anyway as he held me down. My excitement was rising and my breathing was getting faster. I knew as soon as he pushed inside me I'd come. Just then I heard the bathroom door open and realised Phil was coming back to the bedroom. I knew I was completely covered by the duvet so I stopped stroking just as he came in.
"Cup of tea love?" He said as he pulled his clothes on. Not realising he'd interrupted me mid mental shag with the builder.
"Please" I replied and watched as he left the bedroom to head downstairs. As soon as he left the room I closed my eyes and started stroking again.
Within seconds I was back in my fantasy. The big hands had my wrists secure and my knees were pushed apart. The head of his cock slipped inside me and with a big thrust he was deep inside me. I felt my orgasm build and the waves of trembling deep inside me started. I gasped and moaned gently as I came. A few seconds later I regretfully pulled my hand out of my shorts and reached for my tea. Sipping on it with a satisfied smile I reflected it was a shame I'd only had sex with Phil. That wouldn't change but it would be nice to have some memories to add spice to my fantasies.
A few minutes later I headed to the shower myself. Soaping myself thoroughly I wondered if Phil wanted me to shave in the modern fashion? However I thought it unlikely and he'd never expressed a preference. Listening to my younger colleagues I was aware that most of them had. Quite often at their boyfriends urging but we'd never really discussed sex. Sighing to myself I got out of the shower and dried myself. I walked naked back to the bedroom to dress for work and caught sight of myself in a wardrobe mirror. Finding my glasses I looked at my body appreciatively as I'd kept myself slim and, ok, I was in my 40's but my boobs were still pert and my bottom firm. I determined that tonight Phil would be getting lucky. As long as I could give him the message before he fell asleep after "band practice". I was pretty certain that was a cover for a card school most evenings because the money that went out of the account.
I went over to my dresser and found some nice semi transparent underwear that I felt made me look good. I'd always liked nice underwear but never felt it was appreciated unfortunately by anyone other than me. I pulled the rest of the uniform on and transformed into an invisible 40 yr old woman. Rather grumpily I went downstairs to find Phil had left his breakfast things for me to wash. Which didn't improve my mood one bit. Munching on some toast I mused on the fact that Phil was more often than not out at band related activities or doing music for his theatre group. Then his job kept him away several days at a time every week or two. However I'd never really had time before to think about this as I'd been caring for my mother and it was only since she'd died I'd actually discovered free time.
All to soon it was time for work so after a few minutes battling with traffic and the hospital carpark in my car I discovered myself at my desk in admissions. I'd moved to a new job there as my previous role in the emergency department reception involved too many night shifts. It wasn't too bad as I no longer had to book people in directly but needed to make sure accurate records had been kept and track down notes from other areas. It happened often that a patient would have a differently spelled name on different record system's or had acquired two hospital numbers.
Settling in to work I noticed a flag on the system for a patient who'd been transferred from itu to a medical ward side room who had two different addresses. Checking the records I realised I knew him. It was Simon Davis, a paramedic I'd been friendly with when he'd dropped patients in the emergency department. I had heard about the incident he had been injured at and that no one thought he would live. Out of curiosity more than anything knowing that he was likely to have a major brain injury I rang the ward to see how he was. I was amazed when the staff nurse who answered explained that he was awake and chatting. I explained the issue with his records and rather than pass it on to the ward clerk said I'd come down.
A few moments later I was on the ward and had been directed to Simon's side room. I was amazed when the nurse in charge said that he was likely to be discharged later today. I'd thought he would have been in hospital for quite a while. When I walked in the room after knocking I was amazed to see Simon standing up, fully dressed and looking even better than he had before the accident.
I stammered slightly but managed to get out "Mr Davis". I felt I'd better be a bit formal just in case he had no idea of who I was. I was aware that "medically fit for discharge" often included a massive variation in mental capabilities.
"That's me, how can I help?" He replied.
To cover my confusion and embarrassment I looked at my note pad and quickly read the information again.
To my surprise as I looked up he said "Jane, you've cut your hair, it looks nice, where's the Mr Davis come from?"
I smiled back, pleased that he'd recognised me and said shyly "I didn't know if you'd remember me and I heard you might have memory problems. So I didn't want to embarrass you if you couldn't place me."
