Michael Powell, known to his friends as Mickey, was a cocky, self-assured young man. This was also the case on the football field. He always liked to let the opposition know he was there from the beginning of the game. Sometimes it was a late challenge on the goalkeeper or a robust clash with the central defenders.
However, occasionally you can come up against a player tougher or cockier than yourself. As was the case this Sunday morning, the day after Mickey’s fuck session with Tracey bent over the kitchen sink. It may have been the reason why he got hurt that day. Mickey finished the game limping; his left shin was very sore.
Physically, things didn’t improve over the next few days. He was still limping later in the week it seemed to be getting worse. The swelling on his leg had grown but, hadn’t turned black or blue. Suddenly, he felt light-headed and tried to sit down in the office but, missed his chair and fell to the floor.
His colleagues picked him up and noticed he wasn’t well. They decided there and then to take Mickey to the local hospital to get him checked over. The medical staff decided to keep Mickey in for observation.
A couple of days later, following the operation on his injured leg, Mickey was recovering in the dirty ward where infectious diseases are dealt with. It was a quiet ward with a few empty beds between him and the next patient.
As he was told to stay in bed, he relied on others to provide a selection of reading materials. Recently, on TV he had seen an adaption of a Harold Robbins book. That was one reason why he selected a Harold Robbins book to read first.
The next day, the nurse came to do the routine observations such as temperature etc. So, with a thermometer in his mouth, the nurse held his wrist while watching her watch. Mickey was reading a steamy session, where a young nubile lady was masturbating an older man on the deck of his yacht.
Just as the man came and his spunk flew into the sea, the nurse said, “I’ll come back later, I can tell what bit you are reading.”
Mickey carried on reading. But soon, he heard familiar footsteps coming down the ward. He put down the book and looked at the gorgeous figure of Tracey Young walking towards him.
“So, what happened to you?” asked Tracey.
"Well, some mad bastard went right over the top and hurt me pretty bad,” replied Mickey. “The injury became a ball of puss rather than a bruise and got into the bloodstream, hence my collapsing and now I am stuck in this dirty ward.”
Tracey picked up the book and said, “I can see you have settled on some cultural reading.”
“Yeah, some guy just got wanked off by a younger woman. The nurse was checking my pulse at the time and had to stop as I was overheating, so to speak.”
Tracey laughed at Mickey’s reply. “I can see how that can happen; I would get excited reading that.”
“Well, maybe we could do something about that?” said Mickey.
“Here, don’t be stupid, Mickey.”
Mickey pulled back the sheets to show Tracey his erection. “Need to do something about this?” he said.
“Mickey, cover it up. We can’t do anything now.”
“Sure, we can, the ward is empty, and the next patient is a few beds away.”
As Tracey leaned in to put the book back on the bed, Mickey slipped his hand inside her blouse and teased her breast with his index finger. Tracey stayed in the same position as Mickey, traced his finger under the edge of Tracey’s bra, stroking her breast.
“See it is quite simple,” said Mickey. “Stay like that, nobody can see from down the ward.”
Mickey had begun flicking Tracey’s nipple, she was biting her bottom lip. Mickey looked down the ward to check everyone was occupied. He then looked down at Tracey’s lap to see that her usual wraparound skirt was slightly agape.
“You’re enjoying this Tracey, how about showing me your underwear?”
