My nurse gave me a handjob [M26/F20s] [handjob] [hospital] [convalescence]

The whole ‘hot nurse’ fantasy always seemed like one of those scenarios far removed from reality. In my experience there’s not much sexy about a stay in the hospital.

So I had a hospital trip which was painful and not sexy and I’ll spare you the details. The surgeon did their thing and told me most people go home the next day. The next day, though, some number wasn’t where the doctor thought it should be, and so I had to stay. The drugs were nice, they kept the pain away, and so mostly I was bored.

It felt like I was lingering, watching hours and hours of tv, playing word games on my phone, IMing anyone who would respond, trying to ignore the constant chaos of hospital noise. The nurses, they came and went. Their shift schedule was arcane and impenetrable, their visits to my bed perfunctory and brief. I wasn’t paying them much attention.

And then she showed up. Scrubs and mask protected her, I could see nothing but her eyes. Bright, hazel, filled with sultry mystery. Dark eyeliner drew them out, long and thick eyelashes swept me in. Sculpted and delicate eyebrows had never looked so sexy. Our gazes met, my breath caught, I floated downstream.

“What’s your name?” I said.

I knew, behind her mask, she was smiling. “Rosa.” She looked at her clipboard. “When’s the last time your urinated?”

Ah, the joy of hospitals.

A nurse had been checking up on me once every other hour, asking their questions, jotting down my numbers on the machines. I gave my answers to Rosa.

“Are you…” I started, “Coming back?”

She paused. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, err, are you the one who’ll be checking on me now?”

“I’m on this shift, yes, all through the night.”

“Oh, nice.”

She giggled as she left.

I smiled at her each time she returned, a friendly grin. I really didn’t mean anything by it, the smile was automatic, something that just happened whenever I saw her beautiful eyes. Am I a flirt? She was about my age, I figured, petite, slender. I knew she was pretty, even though I couldn’t see her face, I could sense it. I felt an instant kinship with her, I don’t know why. Maybe I am a flirt.

“Are you unable to sleep?”

It was well after midnight, and I was tapping away on my phone when she’d walked in. “No, it’s not that. I’m always a night owl.” I sat up.

“I can see if you’re authorized for a sleep aid, if you want?”

“No thanks,” I said, “I’ll pass out in a bit. The pain meds are plenty enough.”

“Ah, well. This is the last time you’ll see me,” she said, “I go off shift soon, and your numbers are better. I can’t say for certain, but I’m thinking the doctor will release you in the morning.”

“So this is goodbye, Nurse Rosa,” I mocked a salute.

She giggled. “You’re not free from my clutches just yet. I still have to check your recovery this last time.” Even in the dim light of this late hour, her eyes were bright and sparkling.

“Well, I’m happy to report that I’m feeling fine.”

“I’d like to check the incision point,” she said, pointing at my abdomen, “Make sure it’s looking healthy.” I thought I caught a gleam of amusement in her gaze.

But that was ridiculous, I must’ve been mistaken. “Uh, sure.” I untied my robe as she turned to get rubber gloves from the workbench.

Standing over me with blue-latex covered hands she pulled open my robe. I was exposed, dick and all. This was a regular occurrence, I thought I’d gotten used to it. Yet my breath caught, my body tensing, as Nurse Rosa’s gaze swept down me.

“Are you feeling short of breath?” she said.

“No, I’m… um…”

“I see.” Our eyes met. “Tell me if you experience any pain.” With blue fingers outstretched, Nurse Rosa probed my belly, pressing in different places, feeling for who-knows-what.

“No, nothing. Doc did a good job, seems like.”

“Mmmhmm. Minimal bruising, that’s always a positive. And how do your erections feel? Normal?” Her gloved fingers rested on my thigh.

“Uh, I guess.”

“And ejaculating?” She’d said it so casually, so matter-of-fact, that it wasn’t until long afterward that I realized she’d gone off-script.

“Um, I haven’t, um, I mean, I don’t…”

“How long has it been since your last ejaculation?”

I fought down my blush and concentrated. I really thought she needed the answer, and I furrowed my brow as I thought back.

Nurse Rosa, her eyes glinting, her lips grinning I was sure of it, she curled her fingers under my balls and cupped my sac. “You must be excited to be feeling healthy again, no?”

I can be dense sometimes. “I… uh…”

“You should make sure to ejaculate before the doctor checks in with you tomorrow,” she said, “So in case there are any issues, you can tell her.”

I was supposed to ask her for help. But I didn’t, the thought really never even entered my mind. It was busy trying to come up with a plan for me to follow her instructions myself, oblivious to the absurdity of the request.

Good thing she was insistent. She turned her head over her shoulder and checked to make sure we were alone. Then she leaned in conspiratorially and said, “I can help with that, if you want,” and she squeezed my balls and winked.

My eyes opened wide. My dick twitched. “Yes, I want.”

“Good.” She brought her other hand down, wrapping her fingers around my shaft.

And she touched dick like a fucking expert. Within seconds, she had my cock swollen and stiff, the type of fierce erection that took over my full body. My balls snapped to attention, fat orbs clinging to the base of my shaft as she massaged them. My vision narrowed down, I could see nothing but myself and Nurse Rosa, her hand on my cock. My sinews braced themselves, ready to dedicate their full strength to my dick’s needs.

But my dick wanted for nothing. Rosa’s touch was masterful, restrained, teasing. Her hand slid up and down my shaft with careful attention to caressing my glans, stroking my vein. Her thumb ran up its topside, pushing against my stiffness.

“I’ve never done this before,” she giggled, “With a patient, I mean.” She snapped to serious. “You can’t tell anyone I’m doing this.”

“I won’t,” I moaned, “I promise.”

“Good,” she giggled again, “You’re a cute boy, you know. And seeing you here, with this very nice looking penis, well… don’t go anywhere.” She turned around, walked over to the workbench.

I gasped and whimpered, eager for her touch, not knowing why it ended.

But she returned holding a bottle. “Found it,” she said, squeezing out a clear gel onto her hand, “This is for the imaging equipment, to make a nice contact with the skin. There’s tons of it back there, they won’t miss a little.”

And then she rubbed the gel onto my cock, and I thought things felt good before. I bit down hard, clenching my teeth to muffle a groan as her fist pumped my shaft. Slick with the gel, it shined, her fingers gliding from base to tip and back again.

“You like?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded emphatically, unable to form real words.

Our eyes met, and hers were even more beautiful than ever, with a mischievous smirk and a knowing gleam. I stared into them as she jacked me off, her hazel gaze sexier even than the sight of her fists on my cock and balls.

Even in the dim light I knew how aggressively angry she was making my cock. I knew it was thick and red and towering from my hips, I knew my balls were clinging to it, tensing and straining for release.

“Of fuck,” I muttered, clenching to keep quite, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…”

“You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?” Her eyes sparkled.

I groaned.

Her grip tightened, her pumping grew relentless. Her fingertips tickled my balls. “Yeah, that’s right, baby. Cum for me.”

I came hard, so hard. A jet of spunk launched from my cock.

Her eyes were glued to mine, filled with excitement. “You cum so fucking hard,” she said, “You get it all out. Drain these fat, fucking nuts.” I writhed in her grip. She caressed by balls and squeezed my shaft, milking more and more cum from me. Thick, heavy spunk oozed from my cock, dripping down over her gloved hands. “Did you get it all, baby?”

“Yes,” I moaned, “You’re fucking fantastic.”

“Yeah, well, don’t tell anyone,” she giggled as she wiped me clean, rubbing down my legs and cock with a disposable towel. She peeled off her gloves and pushed her foot on the lever, tossing it all in the biohazard, before slipping away from my room.

I never saw her again.

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