One of the characters is named Nurse Joy, but I did not intent them to be in the likeness of the character from Pokemon. This is the first part of 2, and I hope you enjoy.
“Time for your bath, Mr. Slightbower.” Joy said pleasantly.
I didn’t know how to feel about getting bathed by someone else. I felt like an old man who couldn’t do it himself, and while I indeed couldn’t do it on my own, it wasn’t because of my age. I was in my early forties, so I knew I was halfway to that, but right now all that was wrong with me was two broken arms. Since the casts go to my upper arm, I can’t bend my elbows rendering me unable to do various tasks including bathing myself. Before today this subjected me to being bathed by a middle aged Asian man. But today I had a different feeling, almost a powerful feeling. Gone were the rough, uncaring hands of Nurse Toni and now Nurse Joy, the nurse in training, was to bathe me. I felt akin to a James Bond villain to be bathed by a young and attractive woman. And let me tell you, Joy was attractive.
Joy lived up to her name; it seemed like a smile was always on her beautiful face which was framed by golden hair. Her sea foam eyes seemed to glitter with happiness, but my time wasn’t spent staring at her eyes. Her shape wasn’t obvious since I only see her in scrubs, but what I could tell was her shape was incredible. She was tall for a woman thanks to her slender legs. Her hips weren’t large but were still womanly and contrasted well with her small waist. Her breasts were also proud and stuck out magnificently on her chest. She was the face of beauty, and if she had to bathe me, it wouldn’t be so bad.
I shifted my legs off of the bed and stood up, walking with her to my room’s washroom. My hospital gown had rode up a bit but it didn’t matter if she was going to see me naked in a couple seconds. I noticed the door to the outside was closed despite the bathroom also having a door. Nurse Joy led me to the bathroom, but first we passed the whiteboard that served as a calendar.
“Only a couple days until I’m out.” I remarked.
It had been about a month since I was admitted, apparently that’s how long a complicated spiral fracture takes to reset.
“Yep, if you’re in good enough condition.” Nurse Joy responded.
“And how would you say my condition is?” I asked her.
“Well, I see no reason to keep you here longer, but it’s not my decision.” She replied. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”
I walked into the washroom with Joy right behind me. The washroom was well lit by two overhead lights and contained tons of places to grab onto to help you stand up or sit down. On the right there was a sink and toilet, and on the left a tub with a chair mounted on the wall. Joy closed the door and tried not to look directly at me. It felt a bit weird to undress with Joy in the room, especially considering how attractive she was, but I still took off my hospital gown, leaving me in my underwear. Brushing the shower curtains to the side I sat down on the bathing chair and Joy turned the shower on. The movable head started spraying at my feet and Joy quickly turned the water from frigid to a nice warm temperature. The shower was surprisingly quiet and I knew it would splatter against Joy but she seemed not to mind.
She wetted a washcloth and carefully held my left arm, cleaning it delicately. This was certainly better than Toni’s treatment, and it made me relax a bit. Maybe this couldn’t be so bad after all, I thought. I shifted in my chair so she could reach my right arm, and it got the same treatment as the left. Once she had cleaned my arms she wrapped them in plastic so no water got trapped in the cast. Suddenly I remembered what I was dreading. I was hesitant to pull down my underwear and looked reluctantly at Joy. She politely turned away from me and I positioned myself. With one arm I lifted myself off the chair a bit and with the other I pulled down my underwear.
I pulled it down to my knees then stopped. I guess feeling Joy’s hands on me was more stimulating that I thought, because my now exposed dick was rising into a boner, currently being at half mast. Before I could cover it up I heard a little giggle from my left and knew Joy had seen it.
“Sorry.” She quickly apologized, turning towards me but carefully not looking at my member.
“Uh, I’m sorry.” I responded, defeated pulling my underwear the rest of the way off.
“It’s really not your fault.” She said as she grabbed and prepared a sponge. “I’m sure you haven’t had a change to relieve yourself in a while.” She motioned towards my arms.
Before I could say anything else, she took the sponge to my chest and started her cleaning. I wasn’t in the best shape of my life, but I wasn’t embarrassed to be seen with my shirt off. What was embarrassing, however, was my persistent boner. It wasn’t fully hard but it wouldn’t go away. It didn’t help that Joy kept putting her hands on me to bathe me. Eventually she had cleaned almost everything and there was only one place left, and that place refused to calm down.
“If you want to leave that for another day-” I started.
“Actually, I have something planned for that.” She said, as if it were a scrape on my knee.
I was confused as to what she meant but then she put down the sponge and put her hands on my member. It caught me off guard and I tried to back up a bit but barely got anywhere. My first instinct was to resist but I couldn’t deny how nice her soapy hands felt wrapped around my boner. I could feel the blood rushing to my dick and making it grow to full size.
“It can be unhealthy to be repeatedly stimulated without any release.” She said as she stroked it. “And considering you haven’t been able to c-, er, orgasm for the last month, I’d say this is overdue.”
My erection was hard as steel at this point and I was leaning against the wall. She took her hands off of me momentarily to unbutton her scrubs to reveal her less than modest bra. I couldn’t help but stare at her marvelous cleavage.
“You like them?” She asked.
“I, uh, yeah.” I stumbled. She just giggled in response.
With her hands back on my dick she started jerking me off quickly, using both hands to surround my shaft. I wasn’t big enough that that is necessary (no guy is) but I wasn’t small either. My pleasure was mounting and I knew it wasn’t long before I burst. It really was a long time since I busted let alone been given a great handy from a sex bomb. My balls started to tingle and were ready to shoot.
“Here it comes.” I warned her.
She tightened her grip slightly and redoubled her speed. My balls tightened and hot semen raced out of my body. It was like my cum was pressurized, the streams shooting through the air as my dick convulsed in her hands. I instinctively humped against her hands as I experienced what could easily be the best orgasm of my life. Her hands milked me for everything I had, the last couple streams trickling out of my dick. My orgasm came to a halt and I slumped against the wall and tried to catch my breath, my dick tingling.
“You learn that in medical school?” I joked.
“Depends on the professor.” Joy joked back.
She buttoned up her scrubs again and although I was sad to see them go, there was no change for me to have a second round. She grabbed her sponge and cleaned up the cum that was left on me. She motioned for me to stand up and I did, and she rinsed me off. After drying myself I put my underwear and scrubs back on and Joy took the plastic off of my arms.
“You know, we only bathe patients every two days but I think I’ll make an exception.” Joy said as we proceeded to my bed. “Which means I get to bathe you two more times before you leave.”
She started for the door but it felt awkward to just leave it at that.
“I, uh, I really enjoyed that.” I told her.
“I told you I’d take good care of you.” She remarked.
She went around the corner and I heard the door open then close. I had a feeling these last couple days wouldn’t be as monotonous as I thought.
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