Part 7 - Life and Love in the Hospital
I awoke to find myself in the arms of my beloved, similarly naked, pressed into my side with one leg cocked over mine. In my unconscious slumber state it would have been easy to equate her eager warm embrace with the constriction of an alien tentacle. It was obvious that there had been a very good reason for dreaming of the manipulations of said tentacle as well.
The intimate feel of waking up next to a loved one was something I had not felt for a dozen years or so and put a smile on my face. Her warmth, the feel of her breasts against my side, her heated moistness against my thigh and the feeling of being recently drained filled me with a warm feeling of utter contentment and a total and complete faith that there could be absolutely nothing wrong in this big wide world. If I had died at that instance I would have accepted it with the utmost peace.
Unfortunately almost instantly reality filtered through my sated dreamlike repose. If only faith were as truth. I removed myself carefully from my darlings embrace trying not to disturb her, well aware that she also had been awake long hours and working in a most strenuous job well outside her area of expertise. I was incredibly proud of her - she was showing herself to be an absolute trooper.
I sneaked out of bed without waking her and splashed cold water on my face, washed the dried white seminal fluid from all over and looked around for my previously discarded clothes without luck. Surgeons greens would have to do me for now. I guessed that someone would be scrubbing the blood out of my clothes in one of the subterranean levels. I did however find my shoes of which I was most glad - good, solid handmade shoes would likely be hard to find for the foreseeable future.
I found a small room where I could look out into the darkness and get some idea of the extent of the damage. Big Bens clock tower was flattened. Westminster Bridge had borne the brunt of its collapse and the far end was impassable. Three downed Martian vessels were visible in the wreckage from my limited viewpoint. The House of Commons smoked, the light from small fires still visible in its blackened granite husk. The cradle of modern day democracy was no more.
Both of the stolen black alien vessels were visible, still animate, guarding our hospital. I later found out that Bernhardt had helped out by taking shifts in the spider vessel to allow the two artillery men to have breaks and function more efficiently. He had even brought down the third of the alien craft. He was well versed in military vehicles and had picked up the controls easily - some people have that kind of brain.
There were fires and smoke as far as the eye could see. London was in ruins - so much more so than after the previous rout. Then we had run away and been followed - this time we had stood and fought. And fought hard. Many had laid down their lives in defence of their country. The Martians had to stop and fight for every street as they made their way across the city - though their tactics, dispersing their troops across the city and surrounding countryside instead of landing in only one location, had helped their cause. They had left us no time to get large scale defences ready, and multiple small defences were easier to defeat for the technologically advanced armies. An intense sense of weariness weighed heavily on my shoulders, but we were not defeated yet.
I went and found the staff canteen. Thankfully there appeared to be a steady supply of good strong Typhoo tea. Nothing helped the weary quite like a good cup of tea.
And, thank the Lord, there were bountiful amounts of bacon sandwiches.
I hadn't realised just how hungry I was until that first smell of fried bacon assailed my senses. I wolfed down two sandwiches almost without breathing out. Oh, that crispy, salty goodness!
It seemed that the story of the Doctor and the Contessa who had dropped everything on their wedding night and come to help had got out, because there were nudges and smiles and nods all around as I devoured my breakfast. I must admit that I did enjoy the attention, even though glad that they respected my personal space.
With a small satisfied grin on my face I took a big metal mug of strong white tea and a fresh bacon butty back to my beloved. People were moving around quietly in our dorm, a constant changeover of bed-seekers and back-to-workers.
I placed the butty under the Contessa's nose and wafted the smell towards her. I smiled as her nose twitched and then automatically inhaled the aroma deeply. She sighed as she exhaled, and I realised that this was the first time we had shared a bed, even a makeshift one, the first time I had watched her sleep. The world around me seemed to disappear as I sat cross-legged on the floor and watched her, struck once more by her natural beauty.
The bacon worked its magic. I watched her eyes start to move under her eyelids as if dreaming, and a smile spread across her face. She sighed, and said in a small voice, "That had better be for me, or you're in big trouble." Her left eye opened slightly, trying to focus on me. The smile intensified. "My beautiful husband with a bacon 'sarnie' for me. Is that right?"
I nodded with a smile and she continued in a conspiratorial tone, "I am ravenous. It may not be my first choice of meat to be filled with this morning, but it'll do to start with... to get my strength up." She winked at me, and I must confess I blushed as my arousal made itself abundantly clear through my greens. She giggled, and then delicately nibbled at the bacon which stuck out of the side of the bread without breaking eye contact. Her tongue played along her lips, mopping up every vestige of pork fat and grease and bread crumbs. I was also intensely aware that she was teasing me, and I couldn't look away. I was vaguely aware of the comings and goings around us, but was pleasantly astounded when the door to our small ward was clicked closed and there were only the two of us left in what was as near to silence as could be expected in a working hospital. It was obvious that our fellow workers were deliberately giving us space.
"I want to know more about you," she said in between slowly masticating and sipping on the milky tea. "Tell me about yourself while I eat my breakfast."
"What do you want to know?" I asked.
"Well, eventually, everything. You know how I lost mine because you were there, so let's start with - how did you lose your virginity?"
"With a woman? I was seventeen," I started. "With the new school nurse at the boarding school I had been at since I was six."
"Mmmmm naughty boy! An old matronly school nurse? How did you manage that?"
I laughed. "You're almost right - the previous nurse had been about sixty, or at least that's how it seemed to us. She'd been at the school forever. But her husband came down with TB and she left to look after him or else I don't doubt she'd still be there. So they had to find a replacement. Enter the wonderful Nurse Chapman, twenty four years old, from County Cork, wonderfully red haired and pale skinned, heavily freckled, she could not have filled her nurses outfit better had she tried."
I sighed in memory of how enamoured we had all been with our new nurse, remembering the frantic bouts of late night masturbatory antics which had taken place in the dorms upon her arrival. She had taken over from Nurse Wayne as the only female in the school, and had been light years ahead in the pubescent masturbation stakes.
I realised that I had stopped talking, cleared my throat and started again. "A buxom hourglass figure, she regularly didn't button her uniform right to the stiff collared throat whilst in her own domain, and there were rumours of intimate lace being seen by pupils. Whether or not it was true I don't know, but it certainly made those pupils popular as they were cross examined for every discernible detail." We both laughed at that.
"So how did you...?" she asked before sensuously sucking the last of the grease from each of her fingers.
"Rugby," I stated as if that should tell her everything there was to know. I paused briefly to make her think she was getting nothing more, then continued. She mouthed the word 'tease' at me as I spoke.
"It was the Saturday morning just before Easter break of my last year. The school had cleared out apart from the first XV who were playing a postponed game against St. Aloysius'. I scored the winning try in the last minute of a very ill natured game, but as I dived across the line I was hit by a tackle from the side and pulled a groin muscle badly."
"Ouch," the Contessa said in sympathy.
"Exactly. I needed help to hobble off the pitch as a fist fight broke out but was then left to my own devices as my teammates went to join in. I was in such pain that I did worry in my naïvety that my manhood had suffered irreparable damage. Instead of heading back to the changing room I hobbled painfully across to the schools main building, hoping that Nurse Chapman hadn't already left for the holidays. I was fortunate - she was tidying up some last minute items, and spotted me out of her window."
I smiled at the memory of her coming out to meet me, a look of genuine concern on her face, and giving me a shoulder to lean on as we made our way to the small infirmary. "She was not in her normal schoolday uniform that day, but was instead in a more casual attire - clearly showing off her impressive bosom in a tight fitting blouse, hair down over her shoulders rather than up in her school uniform bun - she had obviously thought there would be no need for her services. In my pain I thought what a waste the sight was, because I was in so much pain that I couldn't enjoy the almost instant erection that I would normally associate with such a wondrous sight."
"Poor Franklin," the Contessa said, with a sarcastic look, knowing as she did that this was a story about a seventeen year old virgin losing his virginity. I laughed.
She edged closer to me, smiling, enjoying the sharing of intimacies and the chance to be alone.
"So, come on," she said. "Get with the juicy details." Her tongue flicked across her lips.
"Okay - she examined the area thoroughly in case there was bone damage - which there wasn't , thankfully - manipulating the pelvic joint, and then recommended ice and a deep muscle massage. She got a muslin cloth and several large chunks of ice from her medical freezer, and had me hold them to the injury, while she went to deal with the half dozen boys who had turned up at her office with a variety of cuts and bruises and scrapes from the fight which had broken out. Thankfully my skipper had also thought to send my clothes and bag over."
The Contessa crawled towards me like a cat, leaving the blankets behind, her beautiful olive skinned nakedness mesmerising. I felt a twinge, and the rueful smirk told me that it had been spotted through the thin green garments that I wore.
I leaned forward and my beautiful wife moved up to kiss me. I wrapped her naked body in my arms and gave in to the sensuality of her lips, sensing the rhythms of her heartbeat and breathing, the taste of her tongue, the sight of her brown nipples swelling with her desire, the smell of her skin infused with her intimate longing and the feel of her lustrous hair as I ran my fingers through it and then down her smooth warm back. A kiss is never just a kiss, unless you're doing it wrong.
When finally we came up for air I continued with my reminiscing.
"She got rid of the other boys fairly quickly with iodine and bandages, then returned to me. I had started shivering from the cold ice being applied for longer than planned. Worried about possible shock seeping in, Nurse Chapman decided that the best course of action was to lie beside me on the examination table and share our body heat. She was still fully dressed, but it still excited me greatly having her breasts squeezed up against my back.
"Very quickly I realised that my manhood wasn't broken after all," I said with a grin.
"Tell me, beloved," my gorgeous wife asked, "when you mention your manhood are you talking about your sense of being a man, or are you talking about your handsome cock?" So asking she slipped her hand inside my greens and stroked me with featherlight fingertips.
I hadn't realised until that moment just how incredibly arousing basic agricultural language could be coming from the beautifully accented lips of European royalty. I must have blushed once more - the Contessa laughed at me. "Cock," she said once more, and squeezed my testes lightly. My eyes closed and my head rolled back.
She withdrew her hand. "No, no, Doctor, you don't get away like that. Story," she commanded in a voice which was used to being obeyed.
I opened my eyes and blinked at her. Several times. "Don't tease me, wife," I said slowly, emphasising each word, noting the glint of mischief playing over her face.
"Or?" she challenged.
"Or I'll have to punish you. You may be a Contessa, but I am still your husband, and our wedding vows state that you have to obey me," I stated matter-of-factly.
She didn't even get to the end of the 'Really?' that was forming on her lips before she was flipped over my knees and a resounding 'smack' sounded as my hand met her beautiful round olive coloured naked backside.
There was an exclamation of shock from her and she struggled before I struck her bare arse again. This time there was a yelp followed by a slight moan. I held her down with my left arm, but there was noticeably less struggle. I struck her a third time, to a moan which turned into a sigh. I forced my hand down between her closed thighs which instantly opened for me. She was already well lubricated, but it was my turn to tease - it was my turn for feather light fingers, and blowing cool air across her hot, rosy buttocks.
I continued talking while I teased, her sensual moans turning to frustration and eventually to purrs. But I wasn't going to stop teasing nor spanking her any time soon.
I took my time telling her in detail of how Nurse Chapman asked if I was feeling stiff. I had stuttered, flustered, not entirely sure what to say. Then I decided to grab the proverbial bull by the horns. Faint heart never won fair lady, as the saying goes. And seldom got laid either, I imagined.