A Shift to Remember

A short story

"So, tell me what happened?"

Sitting before her was one of the two nurses involved in what the Ward Matron could only think of as, 'the incident'.

She was red faced, her scrubs bearing an unmistakeable damp patch at the crotch, Nurse Deans looked like she'd just had a good seeing too, although she and Health Care Assistant Ying denied it.

"We were washing the new patient in room twelve," she replied breathily, her words still coming heavily, "when, having finished with his top half we moved onto his," she paused, gulping fresh air, "lower half."

"This is the gentleman in a coma-like state, who's here waiting for a simple surgery?" The ward matron clarified, "Mr Thomas, Thirty-Three years old?"

"Yes," Nurse Deans agreed, "he needs full cares every few hours so, assuming the patients best interests Grace, HCA Ying I mean, had been helping me reposition him during his wash. As we reached his lower half we began washing his... his..." Pausing, her cheeks began to glow again, although likely from embarrassment this time. "We washed his penis," she finally declared, "pulling back his foreskin to wash him properly, when I began to feel, well, funny."

"Funny how?" Matron asked, wanting as much detail as possible.

"Light-headed, but also intensely horny."

"So what did you do then?"

"I stopped, asked Grace to cover him up and went for a drink of water."

"Did she follow your instructions?"

Swallowing nervously, Nurse Deans nodded.

"He was covered when I was back and Grace, well, she said she felt odd but was happy to continue."

"Okay," Matron didn't quite know whether to believe her nurse, but continued, "so what happened next?"

"So, Grace agreed to finish washing his, penis," she coughed, "and used the flannel, careful to clean around his head."

"Was it easy to do?"

Biting her bottom lip, her nurse nodded again.

"He had grown during his wash," she admitted, "and there was enough to clean easily. Grace looked focused as she did it, but I could see her cheeks glowing, and she began to make this noise, a high-pitched gasping."

"Did you ask her why?"

"I couldn't," her head hung low, seemingly embarrassed, the nurses voice went quiet, "as I started to feel hot between my legs, and I couldn't breathe properly."

"So, did you see Grace do anything untoward to the patient?" She knew she was pushing, but Matron was sure there was something else to this.

"No," she insisted, "she was washing, began making this noise and then she seemed to fall to the floor. I also lost my balance but made it to the chair where I," she bit her lip once more, "felt a wave of intense pleasure."

"Would it be fair," the Matron asked carefully, "to describe it as an orgasm?"

Nodding, Nurse Deans looked like she wanted to be anywhere else.

"Yes," she whispered, "very much so."

"While you felt this sensation, were you touching yourself? Had HCA Yings or yourself removed any clothes?"

"I think... when I sat on the chair, I may have pressed my fingers on the outside of my scrubs over my, my..."

"Your vagina?"

Nodding once more, if Nurse Deans could have sunk through the floor there and then, she would have.

"But you're not sure?" Matron clarified.

"All I remember definitely," she recovered strongly, "is that, when I could stand, I covered the Patient up for his privacy before helping Grace, I mean, HCA Yings off the floor."

Looking down at the notes she'd made, Matron wanted to believe neither of the two women had done anything improper with the patient, but as it appeared both of them had orgasmed within proximity of the patient, she couldn't help but think otherwise. Nurse Deans, who was usually so prim and proper, tall and Brunette with an accent built for yachts, had a small wet-patch on her groin and had the glow of having enjoyed a good seeing too.

Where Nurse Deans looked like she'd had a 'seeing to,' Health Care Assistant Ying however looked like she'd just been in a gangbang. Her long-black hair was a mess and her scrub trousers looked liked she'd pissed herself. Before she'd locked herself in the toilet from embarrassment, she'd admitted that she was a 'squirter', something Matron had needed to look up. Yet neither of them had ever shown any impropriety before.

"Just to finish off," Matron confirmed, making more notes, "I assume the patient is still covered in a sheet?"

"I assume so," Nurse Deans admitted, "because you called me in here and Grace ran off crying to the toilet, that was how we left him, unless anyone else had been in."

Sighing, Matron didn't quite know what to do, but came to a decision anyway.

"Okay, Hannah, if you please get Grace out the toilet, I need both of you change into your own clothes or new scrubs and both wait for me here in my office. I'm going to take Dave in with me and we'll probably have to take swabs of anything on his penis, just in case. Once I've seen the patient, we're going to have to have a conversation about what happens next."

As her nurse fearfully went to get her colleague, Matron found the only male nurse on shift and, grabbing some swabs and new towels, entered Room 12 with him.

"Okay Dave," she spoke matter-of-factly, "we'll uncover him, I'll swab his penis and groin, and then we'll finish washing, that sound good?"

"Sounds good to me," he rumbled, six foot six of Jamaican heritage, Matron enjoyed having him around as it put off any patients or visitors who would otherwise give attitude.

Removing the sheet revealed that the patient maintained his erection, about eight inches of what Matron would call 'a big cock'.

"Wooh," Dave chuckled, "I can see what caused the girls to go funny."

"Don't laugh," Matron scolded, "this is a serious matter."

"Sorry Ma'am," he nodded in agreement, "I will behave."

Preparing the swabs to test for anything untoward, as Matron applied them she couldn't help but notice a slight tingle in her body as she did so.

"That," Dave rumbled again, "felt odd."

"Well," Matron replied uncertainly, "we can send those off, we just need to dry him off. Dave, would you mind?"

Nodding, he used a towel to pat the patients erection and balls dry, yet as he did so, Matron began to come over all funny, while Dave's eyes began to cross.

"Stop!" She called out, causing Dave to drop the towel onto the patient before hurrying away from the bed. It was clear to see under his scrubs that he had an erection to match the patients.

"That," he gasped, "were well weird. I almost shot one off, and I ain't gay Matron."

"I think the girls might have been telling the truth," She murmured, unable to believe it if she couldn't feel her own pussy hot and eager herself, "perhaps we should take a moment before we finish off?"

Agreeing, Matron and Dave stood as far back from the bed as possible as they gave themselves time to relax. After about five minutes they felt well enough to continue.

"Can you remove the towel Matron?" Dave asked with genuine worry in his voice. "I don't know what happened there, but I've never felt like it."

Agreeing, Matron slowly removed the towel that covered the patient yet immediately felt a ripple of pleasure within her groin.

"We've just got to apply the sheath," she spoke through gritted teeth, referring to a condom like item that emptied waste into a bag, "and then we'll be done."

Holding the latex between her fingers, Matron could feel her breath coming in short bursts which she told herself was ridiculous. She was a woman in her early fifties, a granny even. She'd had her fun in her time, so why on earth was just touching the penis of this young man causing her such a problem?

Placing the sheath at the tip of penis, she rolled it down his bulbous head, doing her best to ignore the sensations within her body. Her nipples were buzzing with electricity and she desperately wanted to pinch them, but she held firm. Across the bed from her, just watching, even Dave was struggling, once again tenting his scrubs. She bit her lip as she looked at her colleague before shaking her head. The lad was in his twenties! Pure thoughts only!

As she rolled it down, inch by inch she began to let out a small moan and yelp, yet didn't stop, desperate to have it over and done with, yet she was sure she could feel herself getting hot and wet down below, so much so she closed her legs, desperately trying to clench them together harder.

It was as she finished rolling the sheath down that she could hold on no longer, and with a yell she collapsed onto the floor as her body pulsed with pleasure, her cunt trying to clench onto a cock that wasn't there, a hand pressing onto a breast while the other pressed onto her groin.

Her colleague also suffered, bent over as his large cock shot load after load onto his boxers, seeping through onto his uniform. He remained standing, but just barely, as he looked down upon the Matron whose own scrubs were soaked at the groin, her juices having flooded unexpectedly. It was a relief that she wasn't a squirter like poor Grace.

As she lay their on the ground the door to the room opened unexpectedly, and a tall, curvaceous woman walked into the room, her long blonde hair immaculate, her clothing tight and form fitting, if Dave hadn't just cum, he'd have definitely thought about her later tonight. Instead, this beautiful woman looked at them understandingly.

"Oh, you must be my husbands nurses," she breathed huskily, "I had hoped to get here early to warn you not to wash him. I always do that," she grinned, "it's one of the best aspects of our marriage since he fell into the coma. He just lies there still without answering back and I get my rocks off about five times a day without doing much, god knows why but it's amazing. I thought I'd told one of the nurses in A&E, but I must have forgotten. Sorry about that."

Getting up from the floor, Matron didn't say anything, just nodded. Grabbing a still-confused Dave by the arm, they walked out as quickly as possible, heading straight into her office where Grace and Helen were waiting. Their eyes bugged as they saw the state of their colleagues.

"Okay," Matron spoke to her staff, breathing heavily, "I believe we can say that no harm has been done." She directed at the two women who looked relieved. "I'll call a porter for some scrubs, and then, once we've all had a shower we can get on with our day. I think I don't need to tell you not to say anything to anyone, yes?"

All three nodding in agreement, they left the office one by one, leaving Matron to make a small note on the system.

'Patient only to be washed and equipment changed by wife. UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES WASH PATIENT."

As she made her way to the staff showers, new scrubs in hand, a stray thought crossed her mind which ended up causing her shower to take longer than planned.

'Maybe tomorrow, I could offer to help the wife with the wash?'