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In the Recovery Room.

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In the Recovery Room.
Nurse had unique method to help with his recovery.

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The Emergency Room.

I was almost totally out of it. I was in the recovery room

at the hospital after knee surgery. I'd messed up my ACL after a fall in the
shower. The doctor was attempting to reattach some ligaments and muscles. I
hoped it would ease the pain I'd been having and restore the strength in my
knee. I'd been less than cooperative in the pre-op exam, when the surgeon asked
me a series of questions about how the ligament tear had happened.

The full truth is; my wife slipped while I was pumping it

into her ass from behind. I tried to catch her when her other leg slipped. In
just a fraction of a second, I was on my ass, screaming in pain and her ass had
landed on my left knee. A hot searing pain consumed me.

Emergency Room.

Gloria and I were in the E R exam room when the orthopedic

surgeon pulled back the curtain and introduced himself. "Hello, Glen; I'm
Doctor Henderson. I've looked at your MRI and I have both good and bad
news."

The surgeon looked at my wife, with her wet hair still a

mess. She'd managed to slip on a hoodie and sweatpants before the paramedics
arrived at our house. "Uh, Gloria? Is it?"

"Yes;" my wife confirmed.

"the good news is, no broken bones. The bad news is a

torn knee ligament, which takes longer to heal than does a fibula. I've only
seen these kinds of tares when football players get tackled by linemen, and
land in an unfortunate position. What was Glen doing when he injured
himself?"

"Uh, helping me; Helping me get out of the

shower."

"Ah, that solves the mystery." Doctor Henderson

said, winking at me. "We're going to do surgery to re-attach an important
ligament, Glen. The Operating room is available now, and I think we should get
this done, if you want to have full use of your leg again."

An hour later, the anesthesiologist was injecting some

liquid into my I V drip. Then I heard a soft, oddly familiar voice;
"Hello, Glen."

The Recovery.

As I came to, a nurse was beside me, checking my vitals and

disconnecting some wires. She checked my blood pressure. She was pretty, and
looked familiar. In my groggy state, I couldn't remember how I knew her or her
name. "Please stay still. Your surgery went well, but you're still very
tender." She was standing next to my right knee, my good one.

She propped my head on a pillow and arranged the blanket

over me. As she was fooling with the blanket, her arm slipped underneath. I
thought she was arranging the gown I was wearing, one of those hospital things
that tie in the back. She began to rub my stomach.

I was too out of it to be surprised when she fondled my

cock,  under the blanket. In my semi-conscious state, it was like a
wonderful dream. She was feeling around, checking my nuts, making sure they
were comfortably resting between my legs. She had a most pleasant grin on her
face. I realized she was holding and stroking my aroused cock. It felt really
good. My shaft was becoming erect, going from the completely deflated,
under-anesthetic state; all the way to a full-blown hard-on, in a few seconds.
She really got my blood flowing and aroused my sedated mind, definitely an
effective recovery practice.

She said, "You were very sedated, Glen. We are trying

this new technique to help patients recover from anesthesia."

I was incoherent in my response, but mumbled that what she

was doing felt good.

She knew my name, but that was on my chart. I still thought

I knew her.

By this time, I had a raging boner. Her hand felt really

good, sliding along the length of my happy cock. She seemed to have some lotion
that eased friction.

She asked, "Are you coming around?"

I mumbled yes. She held up some fingers, but I couldn't tell

how many.

She resumed her efforts to revive me, through my penis. It

was an amazingly effective technique. My blood was flowing and my body was
becoming awake. Her hand was stroking me methodically, enough to keep me
stimulated, but not enough to make me come. The automatic blood pressure cuff
inflated again, and she saw that my vitals were good.

She said, "You don't remember me, do you?"

I was now a bit embarrassed. "Yes, I remember

you."

"What's my name."

I pause a bit, then had to admit, "I don't remember.

I'm still groggy."

She laughed. "I had a crush on you in high school. I'm Debbie.

I was a year behind you."

My mind was coming around. I did remember her. She was a

cute girl, a cheerleader. We'd never dated. I had a steady girlfriend back
then. However, I remembered her. The cheerleader with the best bouncy jiggle.

"Nurse, I remember you now. You were very pretty. If I

hadn't been with Michelle, I would've asked you out."

"Was, you say? I was; very pretty?" Debbie

protested.

Oops. "You still are." I remembered her cute body

in her cheerleader outfit, those sexy legs and how her swaying skirt emphasized
her fine ass.

She smiled, "You better say nice things about me since

I have your cock in my hand."

She was pumping a bit faster. I was close.

Then, it happened. The sensation consumed my body and cum

spurted from my dick. She kept her hand there; it was covered with my cum.

She pulled her hand out from under the blanket and licked

the semen from the palm of her hand and her fingers. Then, she pulled the
blanket back, leaned down and took my prick in her mouth, gently, and slowly,
sucked the last few drops and licking me clean.

Smiling as she looked up at me; "I've wanted to do that

for a long time." She said.

I regained my composure and thanked her. She was writing on

the medical chart. She recited what she had written, "Patient fully
revived, fully responsive."

She smiled at me, turned and left. I watched her cute ass

wiggle as she left the room. I dozed off.

Going Home.

An hour later, I was getting ready to go home. My wife

Gloria was helping me. As she was helping me into the wheelchair, Debbie, the
nurse who had helped me recover, stopped in to say hello and make sure I was
doing okay. She explained the instructions for my recovery and rehab.
"Someone will come by your house tomorrow to change the dressing on your
wound, and check your pain level." Gloria got our car while the attendant
wheeled me to the curb.

Driving home, Gloria mentioned, "That nurse said she

remembered you from high school."

"Yeah. I didn't remember her name. She was a year

behind me."

"She's cute."

I lied and said, "I hadn't noticed."

Gloria just laughed. She knew I was a connoisseur of lovely

women.

She asked, "So, you never dated her or anything?"

"No. I was going with Michelle. Why do you ask?"

"Oh, she just seemed to have a thing for you. She

remembered a lot about you."

"I hadn't noticed."

Gloria didn't believe me. "That anesthetic must've

really knocked you out."

"I guess so."

I was recovering at home the next day. Gloria was at work.

The dog barked when someone came to the door. I knew it would be the nurse to
check my knee. I checked the doorbell camera on my phone, and said; "It's
unlocked. Come on into the living room."

 Gloria had left a note too. I heard the nurse coming

in the house and I hollered for her to keep coming back; "Come into the
living room." There I was lying on the sofa.

Home Health Visit.

I was surprised to see that the visiting nurse was Debbie.

"Hello." She said.

"Well, hello, again."

"Surprised to see me?"

"Pleasantly surprised." I said.

She said, "I do some home visitations on my days off, to

earn a little extra money. I asked for this visit, since I'm familiar with the
patient."

I smiled, "Familiar is a good description."

She asked how I was feeling, took my temperature and checked

my pulse and blood pressure. While she was doing that, I couldn't help but
notice her perfume and her attire. Her white dress buttoned up in front, but
was unbuttoned, to just below her cleavage, and I caught glimpses of the tops
of her breasts as she did her work. She was wearing white thigh-high sheer
stockings. Her hemline was conservative enough, but couldn't hide her figure. I
remembered her cute ass from the recovery room.

She said she had to check my wound. I was wearing just

boxers and a pajama top. I hadn't thought to put more on. It was painful to
move my knee when dressing.

She lifted my leg to remove the bandages. While she was

manipulating my leg, I wondered if my cock and balls might be exposed. Silly
me, I was being shy, despite what had happened in the recovery room. At the
same time, I was looking down her blouse and my cock was beginning to get
aroused again. Her hands were touching and feeling my leg at various locations.
She was turning me on. I noticed her looking at my tented boxers, through the
corner of her eye; and saw a little smile on her face.

She asked if I was in pain.

I told her only when I moved certain ways. She began to

test, looking for swelling that might indicate an infection.

Moving my leg to gently flex my knee; she pressed her

fingers into the tendons and muscles around my knee, asking where it hurt.

"Does it hurt when I do this?" She would ask, and

I would answer. Usually, it didn't hurt.

When's the last happy pill you took?

"About 3 hours ago;" I said.

As she continued, her hand moved higher on my legs, pressing

the muscles on my thigh. She was getting farther from the point of surgery and
closer to my rocket.

Finally, she just slid her hand up my loose boxer leg and

grabbed my cock, squeezed it, and asked, "Does it hurt when I do
this?"

I acted unsure, and didn't respond, so she did it some more.

By now, my cock was hard and she had it firmly in her hand.

She asked, "Would you like me to give you a sponge

bath. You're not supposed to shower for a week."

I readily agreed. She went to the bathroom and returned with

a basin, soap, washcloths and towels.

She gently helped me up, then had me lay on one towel, and I

removed my shirt.

She said, "I don't want to chance hurting your knee,

but I have to remove your shorts."

She had a solution. She pulled scissors from her bag and

began to cut away my boxers.

I was leaning back on the couch and this lovely woman was

cutting away my last item of clothing. She was deliberate about it, cutting
slowly. She kept my cock out of the way with one hand while cutting with the
other. It was surreal, having her get me completely naked while I sat there
with a hard-on. Whatever her intentions were, I was agreeable. I resolved to be
a good patient.

Once my shorts were gone, she began the bath. She had a

basin with soapy water and rubbed the cloth over my chest, getting my stomach
and under my arms. She would move close to my cock and then move away, teasing
me. She did my legs, being careful around my knee. Then, she hit the jackpot
and washed my towering phallus and balls. She was extra careful on my jewels.
The warm washcloth felt exquisite on my shaft. She washed underneath my nuts,
getting the space between my testicles and my asshole. She'd undone another
button on her white dress, and was bending over, giving me a wonderful view of
her braless breasts.

She had me roll over onto my stomach and she washed my back,

my legs and my ass. She pushed my thighs apart and grabbed my dick, pulling it
between my legs. She stroked it as I laid face down on the couch, enjoying her
gentle touch while she scrubbed my back.

She retrieved another basin of clear water to rinse me. The

warm water felt good.

I rolled back over so she could rinse my front. I laid there

with my cock as hard as it ever gets.

"This must be painful." She said as she stroked my

turgid cock.

I said, "Sometimes it gets so hard that it

throbs."

"Poor boy." She said as she bent forward and took

my head in her mouth.

I looked at the top of her ginger curls. Her pretty red hair

was tied up. Her neck was thin and smooth. I slid her blouse open, so her tits
could dangle freely. She looked up at me and continued to suck my whole cock.

She said, "I was disappointed when you didn't recognize

me yesterday."

"I'll never forget you now."

"What's my name?"

I said, "Uh, I forget."

She pulled off my cock and started to put away her tits, until

I said, "Debbie, Debbie Clark. You were a cheerleader. I used to watch
you. You were the prettiest one. The bounciest too!"

Debbie was now satisfied, and said; "I hated that bitch

Michelle, because she had you."

"Debbie," I said; "That was a long time ago.

I was nineteen."

"and I was eighteen." She added.

"Honestly," I added; "Prettiest

eighteen-year-old girl I've ever seen."

She said, "You're just saying that because I'm having

your cock in my mouth."

I pulled her head up from my crotch. I said, "No. It's

true. I remember you. I liked the way everything jiggled when you did those
cheers."

She smiled at me in an adoring manner. That's when I undid a

button on her dress. When she didn't object, I did another, then another.
Finally, I undid the waistband. I put my hands on her dangling tits and rolled
her hard little nipples in my fingers. I helped her remove her dress and
admired her lovely body. Her breasts hung nicely and she had smooth, wonderful
shoulders. I held her tits, enjoying the smooth skin and weight, massaging them
lightly. They moved like putty in my hands, jiggling around.

She leaned up and kissed me. Her hand was on my cock. We

kissed again, this time with passion, our mouths twisting together, my tongue
searching for hers.

I slid a hand down to the front of her lacy thong and

squeezed under her crotch. She paused to scoot up the sofa; straddling over my
stomach; and my hand reached for her pussy. My fingers sneaked under her
panties and found her ginger puss. I combed through her pubic hair for a few
moments. Touching a woman like I was, is an amazing experience. The first time
touching her pussy was special. Then, I found her slit. She was warm and wet. I
slid a finger between her inner lips, stimulating her clitoris and pulling her
into another passionate kiss. She was breathing heavily and twisting around in
sexual excitement. Then, my middle finger entered her. My fingers probed her
vagina, pressing against the slippery inner flesh, pushing against her, drawing
out her reaction. She was still wearing her stretchy lace thong, but her legs
were spread apart, giving me full access to her pussy. I had two fingers buried
inside her. We continued like that for a while, kissing and fingering each
other toward inevitable orgasms.

"Glen," she said; "I used to dream about you

fucking me. I had just moved to your school, and didn't have many friends. Boys
would ask me out, but I wouldn't give them anything. But damn, I sure would
have fucked you."

"Wow!" I said, "I'll fuck you now."

"Sorry," She sighed; "but you're too late.

I'm married and I don't cheat on my husband."

She showed me her wedding ring.

I had to ask, "Isn't this sort of cheating?"

She just said, "Eating ain't cheating."

I wasn't going to argue with her, but damn, I would've put

my cock in her in a moment, regardless of my marriage vows. How many guys can
stop when a woman has your cock in her hand and her tits in your face.

We began to moved faster, increasing our pleasure with her

hand on my cock, sometimes rubbing it against her ass; and my fingers still in
her vagina. Once or twice my knee twinged, but I was brave and fought through
the pain.

"Let me see you naked." I asked.

She stood and pulled off her thong, then teased me while

slowly removing her thigh-high white stockings and shoes. She had a pretty
pussy, with a furry tuft, groomed a bit, but still a bit unruly. Her little
slit was gaping a bit due to my finger action.

She climbed back on me, straddling my hips. She put her

naked pussy against my rocket, rubbing her slit along my shaft. It was
wonderful and soon she was coming. She was so wet and the pressure of my cock
was driving her orgasm. She was beautiful with the look of pleasure on her
face. My cock slid easily between her slippery lips. I wasn't inside her
though.

Then, she did it. She used her hand to put my cock in her

vagina. She sat still for a moment. She was warm and tight, her inner flesh
pressing against the entire length of my cock. I focused on the extreme
pleasure of being inside her.

She said, "I just had to see what it felt like to have

you inside me."

"Does it feel as good as you imagined, Debbie?"

She said, "Oh yes! I used to dream about having your

cock inside me."

I didn't move. It was like she was pulsing electricity

through my rocket. Her muscles were massaging me. Her pussy was amazing. Her
tits were swaying with her movements. She was beautiful.

Then she pulled off and resumed sliding along my cock again,

faster and faster. She leaned her tits down on my chest and I kissed her as she
reached her peak. She was squirming and panting and her mouth was trying to
consume my tongue. Then I came too. My cum pulsed out onto my pelvis, and
puddling into my navel. I watched her body spasm as she continued her orgasm.
Her body was covered with a sheen of perspiration. We held each other as we
calmed down, recovering.

She stood up and looked at me. "That was

fantastic."

"It sure was. Thank you."

She stood and I admired her beautiful body. Then she

finished the sponge bath while she was still naked. There was a wad of cum on
my belly. She lewdly put some on her fingers and sucked them. I had worked up a
sweat, so the much of the benefit of the sponge bath had been lost.

Debbie redressed my wound, then regretfully, she got

dressed.

She said, "They'll ask for an evaluation of my nursing

visit."

"What's the highest score?"

"Ten."

"I'll give you a hundred."

She laughed and said, "Don't be too specific with your

comments."

I asked for her contact info but she declined. "I don't

want to have the temptation to cheat with you. I have a good marriage that I
don't want to screw up and you seem to have a nice wife." She continued,
"I've fulfilled a dream. I don't need to do it again. It's always better
the first time."

I said, "I understand but I'll not forget you

again."

"Let me know if you go in the hospital again."

She kissed me softly and left. Wow!

Gloria's Exam.

A few hours later, my wife came home. I had fallen asleep

and was till pants-less under a sheet, wearing just the pajama shirt.
Fortunately, nurse Debbie had cleaned my dick and the cum on my belly.

My wife puttered around for a while and finally came to look

at my wound. She lifted the sheet covering me and discovered that I was naked
from below the waist.

'What happened to your shorts?"

"I took then off. They were too uncomfortable."

She saw the cut-up shorts on the floor. She held them up.

I couldn't lie, so I said, "The nurse gave me a sponge

bath. She didn't want to hurt my knee, so, she cut them off."

Gloria was absorbing that revelation. "Did she wash

your cock?"

I said, "Yes, of course." I tried to make it sound

like no big deal.

She looked at the form that Debbie had signed and left.

"It was the same nurse from the hospital."

"Sure. She does home care too."

"Did you fuck her?"

I looked insulted, "Honey. I can't even move

here."

Then Gloria saw a ginger pubic hair, nestled on my hairy

pelvis.

She knew my word-games and asked another way, "Did she

fuck yo

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