Sponging off the Hero

In 3 parts, By SDes. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

 

At

five o'clock the next day, Sarah didn't come. It was crushing to Jeff,

although a part of him expected it. He sat quietly, hoping she'd show up

and pretend he hadn't screwed everything up. He knew it probably

wouldn't work. He had put her in an impossible position and nothing she

did would satisfy both of them. If she tried to apologize, he'd feel

like a cripple. If she said she wanted to go out with him, he knew it

would be out of sympathy. If she still said no, he'd be too embarrassed

to act the same around her. He felt lonelier than he ever had in his

life.

He

drifted off to sleep while thinking about his situation. He was

awakened some time later by the feeling of a wet sponge moving on his

chest. As he woke, he grumbled about wanting to do this later.

"Sorry, it's time for your bath," came the hushed reply.

Jeff

was startled at what he thought he heard, then decided it was just his

imagination. He relaxed, hoping this would be over quickly. He wasn't in

the mood for the normal small talk the nurses made, trying to make

sponge baths less uncomfortable for the recipient.

He

sat still, wondering why this felt different tonight. The way the wet

cloth dragged across his chest, slowing at his nipples, made him a

little uncomfortable. Whether it was intentional or not, he was getting

turned on. He had been lying there for more than three weeks without any

chance for a normal sexual release. As he felt the soft cloth slide

down his stomach, his erection became uncomfortably hard. It wasn't the

first time he'd had this problem.

He tried to joke, "Sorry, I; uh think I've been here alone a little too long."

The nurse just shushed him and kept at her work.

She

seemed to be dwelling on more sensitive spots of his body than normal

and the whole thing was definitely moving slower. He was really getting

agitated about his condition, but tried to relax and focus on something

else. That changed when he felt her slip his covers lower and run the

fabric slowly down his erection. He knew this was completely

inappropriate.

"Listen, I'm sorry but;"

"Just be quiet and let me enjoy myself," he heard Sarah scold.

Jeff tried to push himself up, "Sarah?"

She

pushed firmly against his shoulder so he would lay back down. "Listen

buddy, I had to bribe the nurse to let me give you your bath, so I want

my money's worth, all right?"

He

felt a flood of emotions. After believing he had ruined everything,

there wasn't any way for him to process what was happening. He wanted

her so badly, but this sudden turnaround was stunning. He couldn't

imagine what could have happened to trigger this.

Sarah

was trapped in her own emotional confusion. She never intended it to go

this far, she wanted to tease him a little and then apologize for the

way she acted yesterday. It was supposed to be a little joke. As she ran

the rag across the scar on his chest, she couldn't help thinking about

how he got it, and the irony of her being the one to lose control over a

guy. That was normally something her little sister would do.

There

was something about Jeff that she couldn't get out of her system. It

was something she never could have anticipated and something she thought

she'd never feel again. The more she tried to keep her feelings about

him in check, the more completely out of control she felt.

The

touching started something tingling inside her that quickly became a

rush of emotions she just wasn't equipped to deal with. She watched his

body with a detached fascination, the damp cloth leaving a glistening

trail across his muscles as she moved it down his chest to his stomach.

When she reached his waist, she noticed him becoming erect; it was

impossible to ignore under the flimsy hospital garment. Then she did

something so foreign to her character, that before tonight she would

have sworn it was impossible. On an impulse, she found herself moving

the cloth lower, using her free hand to pull his gown and blanket out of

the way so she could touch him.

The

fabric grazed his sensitive skin along with the tips of her fingers.

Her skin brushing against his warm flesh caused a surge to run through

her body, making her to lose what was left of her will. Jeff spoke,

almost breaking the spell she seemed to be under, but she told him to be

still, unable to bring herself to stop touching him. The wall that

normally protected her was nowhere in sight. The only thing she could

think about was trying to bring him pleasure.

Jeff

had given up trying to understand what was going on. Sarah's touches

felt so amazing that he pushed everything else out of his mind. There

was an unexpected consequence to his condition. Without being able to

see what was going on, he found that her every touch seemed far more

intense than normal.

He

could feel her leisurely dragging the rag up and down the underside of

his shaft. The fingers of her other hand slowly stroked a spot on his

chest. She moved the wet cloth down and let it travel lower, then back

again. His hips came off the bed as the pleasure was almost more than he

could take.

"You better not move too much or you'll pull out your stitches. I'd like to see you explain that to the doctor."

He

heard her softly chuckle at the idea of that meeting. Although the

thought was amusing, he couldn't concentrate on anything except her

delicate touches. He felt her fingernail softly trail around the head of

his penis. It was an unusual sensation. He couldn't remember a woman

touching him quite like that. There was an awkward, almost innocent

quality to her caresses.

"Are

you sure this is what you want?" Jeff asked, suddenly afraid that if

she went too far, it could push her away again. "I don't want you to; oh

shit," he groaned, as he felt her warm breath.

It

caused him to break out in goose bumps and he grabbed the edges of the

bed. She continued teasing him, making the experience even more erotic.

He kept flexing his fingers, balling his hands into fists anticipating

her mouth touching him. For what seemed like an eternity, he felt like

he was undergoing sort of wonderful torture, his body desperate to find

release.

When

the touch finally came, it was so soft and quick, he thought he

imagined it. He held his breath, afraid he might miss it a second time,

trying to almost will it to happen again. When it did, he couldn't

remember ever feeling that aroused. It was soft, leaving a wet feeling

on his shaft. She started dragging her tongue up the length like he was a

Popsicle.