I really did it this time. I had been with some friends having a good time while out doing some rock climbing. We all started getting cocky in our “hold my beer and watch this” type moments. Not the brightest thing to do when you’re climbing the face of a rock wall. Granted, it wasn’t anything world class, but a rock face none the less.
Well, my dumb ass self wasn’t paying attention and didn’t have my rope in correctly and when my foot slipped while I was reaching for a hand hold, I fell 10 feet to the ground, breaking both my wrists. Thankfully that’s all that was hurt, other than my pride.
Surgery was required to fix both wrists. Since I was single, I didn’t have anyone at home to help me do the things that were necessary. The three S’s if you will (shit, shave, and shower). This meant that I would need to stay in a longer-term care type facility until I was able to gain back the use of my hands.
The first few days were uncomfortable and frustrating as I learned just how much I couldn’t do without the use of my hands. Texting friends and surfing the internet on my phone was out of the question as the casts and swelling didn’t allow for much finger movement. This meant my only entertainment was some crappy cable tv in the hospital and people watching. Sure, my friends came to visit after surgery here and there. But an hour here and there leaves most of the day fending for myself.
Sure, I could go walking around as my legs weren’t broken. But I quickly found out how much I needed my hands to do a lot of the things I’d like to do. So, I tended to stick around my room instead of getting too adventurous.
Nighttime was the worst as I’ve always had difficulty falling asleep in new places. At home when I had troubles falling asleep, I could just bring up a dirty story on Lushstories.com or watch some porn on my phone, rub one out, and be asleep within minutes. But obviously I couldn’t do that in this situation. I just had to deal with it.
On my third night there, I happened to see a nurse walking by in the hallway a few times and really caught my attention. She was a dark-haired beauty with hair just past her shoulders. She was light tanned and wore dark rimmed glasses. She had pretty, pink lips that framed nice white teeth. I would guess that she was about 5’5” with an athletic build. Her navy-blue scrubs were loose fitting, so it was difficult to gauge much of her body. Not that her body mattered much to me. It was her smile and the little dimples she had that really caught my attention. Her butt did look really nice and fit though in her scrub pants.
After about an hour of her walking back and forth she finally stopped in my room to check in on me and introduce herself. She told me her name was Kate and that she had been on days off. This was her first night back on the floor, so she wanted to come say hello since she saw that I was still awake. I told her my name and we exchanged words for about 5 minutes before she had to move on. That was enough for me and before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.
The next day I woke with a huge smile and couldn’t wait for night so I could hopefully chat with nurse Kate again. The day drug on and I tried to take a nap so that I could stay awake longer that night to talk to Kate more. The night shift finally started and after a few minutes, Kate popped her head in to say hi and see how I was doing.
I told her, “I’m doing well, just bored.”
She frowned a bit and said “OK, if you’re still awake when I get done making my rounds, I’ll stop in and chat.”
Well, I sure wasn’t going to turn that down! I wasn’t tired anyway, so staying awake was easy. About 30 minutes later she popped her head in the door with that gorgeous smile of hers and asked me, “are you busy or still bored?”
I told her “Not at all, come on in and have a seat!” I apologized for not doing the gentlemanly thing and pulling her chair out for her as I gestured toward my hands.
She had this sweet laugh about it and said, “That’s ok, I’ll let it slide this time” and then followed that with a little wink.
We talked off and on for over an hour with her having to get up a couple times to go check on others. We found we had a lot in common. Not everything of course, but still quite a bit. We had similar tastes in music, both enjoyed doing physical activities and when I shared the story of how I broke my wrists, she said she also enjoyed rock climbing but tended to do it on indoor walls instead of the real thing.
What really threw me for a loop though was when she told me her age. For the life of me, I would have sworn she was early to mid-30s. Turned out she was a couple years older than my 40, at 42 years young. Up close, I noticed that she had light brown eyes, and when the light hit them just right, they almost had a goldish color to them. They were very captivating.
She didn’t have any earrings in and told me she didn’t have any tattoos as she was afraid of needles. I made sure to point out the irony of a nurse not liking needles, to which she rolled her eyes. I’m sure she’d heard it a few times before, but I couldn’t help myself.
Kate said, “I prefer to be on the giving end over receiving” and winked as she said it.
I’m sure I flushed a bit after she said that as I wasn’t expecting that. I’m not used to being flirted with, so it was unfamiliar territory for me.
She stood up and said she had to go do work stuff and would see me the next day. Her comment about giving over receiving really got my blood flowing to all the right places. It had been 6 months since my last sexual encounter and had resorted to taking care of myself at least three to five times a week. So, having been stuck in this facility without the use of my hands for the last 6 days really made me feel backed up!
I woke up the next morning with a giant hard on. I had dreamt about Kate’s lips wrapped around my cock and my hands wrapped in her hair. Fucking her mouth up and down on me until I blew my load down her throat. Of course, it was a dream, so I didn’t have casts on my hands.
I swear I could still smell Kate in the room. There were hints of honey, lavender, and vanilla lingering in the air. It made me smile and I hoped it would stay there all day.
When the night shift started again that night, Kate popped her head in and said with a smile that could melt the polar caps, “I’ll be right over once I make my rounds.”
I had the tv on more for background noise than anything as it blocked out the sounds of the facility. When Kate walked in a few minutes later she just pulled up a chair and sat next to me.
Jokingly, she quipped, “Don’t worry, I’ll get my chair yet again,” in reference to my gentleman comment the previous night.
We both got a laugh from that one. We got to learn more about each other over the next 30-45 minutes or so and then both just started watching the movie that was on the TV. Not feeling like we needed to talk at that moment. Suddenly, there was a scene with two very scantily clad women with their hard nipples poking through their tops. With my hands in casts and my inability to take matters into my own hands the last few days, it didn’t take long until my hardon was tenting the bed sheet. I’m not huge by any means. Only an average six inches long and slightly more girthy than average. But there was no mistaking that I had a boner.
I started getting fidgety and tried to sit up more to try and hide my condition. But that only seemed to draw Kate’s attention to me. I saw her head turn slightly in my direction and a small smirk in the corner of her mouth.
She turned to me and said with a devilish look, “You feeling ok?”
Knowing that I was caught, and nothing was going to make me less embarrassed I decided to just spill the truth about the dry spell I had been on the last 6 months and how much I tended to take care of myself throughout the week.
Kate responded with, “Well then, you must really be feeling backed up!” To which I confirmed with a vigorous up and down head nod.
She looked back over her shoulder, out the door, as if to check if anyone was looking. Then raised her left arm and set her hand right on the top of my tented sheet. She gave my hard cock a light squeeze and it made my hardon jerk in her hand. It felt so amazing to have someone touching me. My eyes closed from the pleasurable sensations I was feeling. It was like there was an electric current running between her hand and my cock!
When I was able to open my eyes again, I looked up at her and she was staring down at her hand stroking my cock with this sexy little lip bite on her lower lip. I couldn’t do a lot with my hands, but the fingertips were exposed. I started to raise my left hand from my side and put it on her ass as she stood to my left side. What I felt certainly didn’t disappoint. It was very firm to the touch. She looked at me and gave me a head nod to confirm it was ok that I was touching her.
I got more confident, continuing to raise my arm up and over the small of her back, up her side getting closer to her breasts. As my hand reached her right breast, she let out a small gasp. I did too as it felt a lot bigger than her navy-blue colored top let on. I stroked the side and lower portion of her breast. Trying to get a feel for its size. The backs of my fingertips started brushing over her nipple and I could feel it start to harden under my touch. I could see her breathing start to increase in rate the more I touched her breast.