Nina guided Stephen to the washroom for his shower. Unless required for medical reasons, a shower every three days was fine. For the other two days a bed bath was sufficient.
Stephen's hand was still in the metal contraption that was holding his metacarpals in the right place while the bones in his hand knitted back together. His arm was raised in a sling around his neck, while a plastic bag was taped over his hand to keep it clean and dry. Nina would clean the rest of his hand later with a cloth and cotton buds.
She had been the one to give him his first shower after coming into the hospital. Stephen could barely remember having that first shower. Things were still a little hazy about the experience. He'd barely slept his first night and had also been on more powerful pain medication.
The shower was spacious, and despite being tiled on every wall it was nice and warm. There was a seating area for anyone elderly or with a disability. Come to think of it, he was kind of remembering sitting there himself.
Nina took off her shoes and socks before rolling up her black cotton trousers to her knees. The blue-tinted plastic apron would keep the rest of her dry as long as she was careful.
She helped him remove his open-backed medical gown that was clipped on only at the back of the neck. When she slipped it off his shoulders he was left standing in just his boxer shorts.
Nina was about the same age as Carol but they couldn't be more different physically. Stephen was about five-foot-ten and Nina was practically toe-to-toe with him in terms of height. Her long hair was darker than jet black and her brown eyes were like milk chocolate. Most women who had large breasts had overly ample bodies to boot, but neither Carol nor Nina were in any way overweight. So perhaps they did have one thing in common after all.
Looking at women's bodies was something that every man probably did without thinking. She was definitely athletic and had to be a keen jogger with the definition of her legs. Her arms were toned too, but not so muscular that she looked manly. Whatever her fitness regime was, she hadn't taken it so far that she'd lost her feminine shape.
Even though her jaw was very sharply defined, the rest of her features were perfectly balanced with each other. She reminded him of an actress he'd seen on TV, but for the moment he couldn't remember who the actress was or even what she was in.
Nina took a step towards him and his heart began to race, but instead of fully undressing him she stepped past him and turned on the shower. Immediately he could see how hot the water was from the steam coming from it. When she turned back she began to help him off with his boxer shorts. Nina had been so swift that even with him being on edge she had taken him almost by surprise.
Stephen's arms jerked in their sockets but he couldn't stop her from undressing him.
She was confident in the way she moved around him and guided him to the hot spray. The water was about as hot as he could tolerate until his skin got used to it. Nina stayed an arm's length away from him in an effort to keep herself at least half dry.
She picked up the shower gel that Stephen's family had provided from home. Nina applied a small amount to her hand and placed the bottle on the floor.
With both hands, she began to apply the gel to his body. Expecting half it of it slide onto the floor, it somehow stuck to his wet skin. Her touch was very gentle as she was so used to dealing with patients with operational scars and injuries.
She rubbed all over his shoulders, making best use of as much of the gel as possible before working it down over his entire back to the tops of his buttocks. Nina then applied some more gel to her hands and did his uninjured arm and as much of the injured one as she could do safely.
"Keep it raised if you can," she reminded him of his hand that was wrapped in the bag.
Stephen raised it a little higher.
Nina then moved around to his chest. She spent a little more time on it and worked it so much that the gel became a lather.
Between the sensations of the hot spray and Nina's warm touch there was a stirring in his loins. Stephen tried to keep control of the feelings in his body that were putting thoughts into his head. He looked down at all the curves of her body. In the warm and moist air he could sense the softness of her perfume. As hard as he tried to resist it, all he could do was imagine her naked. Perhaps it was her having clothes on in a shower which made it feel so unnatural.
Stephen kept trying to stop thinking about her body, but the only other thing that jumped into his head was what Carol had done for him yesterday. And that was just making things even worse. The warm sensation that was in his loins continued to grow and eventually he could feel the pulsing of his cock. He looked down to see the first signs of it filling with blood. At first it lengthened slightly before beginning to extend outwards.
Nina moved around him and begin to clean the cheeks of his behind before gently scrubbing down the backs of his thighs.
Stephen looked down to his cock and saw it continuing to twitch with his pulse. He hoped that it would go down on its own and settle back to normal before Nina came back around to the front again, but it just continued to bob up and down.
Trying to keep herself from looking at it, she continued to wash his legs. But she couldn't keep her eyes off its length and was washing him almost by touch alone.
Nina's face was mere inches from his cock and it was putting thoughts into both of their heads. Without taking her eyes off it, she had to pull her head back to go around it as she did the other leg. She accidentally brushed her forearm against it. When it pinged off her arm it swung back and forth like a pendulum.
Stephen closed his eyes to try and drive the thoughts out of his head, but it was impossible.
He didn't need to see it now to know that his cock was standing straight out in front of him. Even with his eyes closed, he was aware of Nina standing up beside him. The touch of her hands for some reason made him draw in his breath sharply. But all she was doing was guiding him into the spray of the water to rinse off the lather.
Nina took the shower head and went all the way around his body to wash him clean. She started at his shoulders and kept working down and around him as she rinsed him totally clean. As she worked around his back she came back around to his front again, and as she brushed down his body with one of her hands it was only then she noticed his cock standing straight out. Nina, who had now dropped to her knees, froze as she stared at it.
Stephen couldn't control his body. He looked down at his cock as it stood straight out.
It was even bigger than she remembered from the first time she washed him. Nina just continued to stare at it as it bobbed up and down with his pulse. She didn't know what to do with it.
He almost felt as though something was wrong because he kept expecting it to relax. But it just kept itself suspended in mid-air.
With the spray head in one hand, she reached towards the tip of his cock, then stopped and took her hand away again.
Stephen stared down at her, watching her reactions. She was almost captivated by it.
She reached out again before stopping a hair's breadth from touching him. Nina's fingertips were so close that Stephen swore he could feel their presence even though they didn't actually touch him. She took her hand away again.
Her fingers clenched and unclenched as she came to a decision about what she had to do. One last time she reached out to his cock and took it in her warm fingers.
Stephen almost jumped out of his skin as his whole body tensed up. He was holding every muscle in his body so tight that he began to tremble.
Nina paused as she looked up at him but she didn't let go of his cock. She waited until he was able to breathe again before she pulled his foreskin all the way back to expose the head. She looked at it for a few moments and noticed that it was clean. But in spite of that she used the shower head to gently rinse the swollen helmet to keep it clean.
The water, which was warm on the rest of his body, felt so much hotter when the tip of his cock was exposed to it. His whole body tensed before he got used to the water bouncing off his delicate head and running over it.
She softly ran her fingertips around the edge of his helmet. The silicon gloves felt weirdly more stimulating than actual skin. With a delicate touch she rubbed around the crown several times before suddenly his cock tensed up and flicked out of her grasp. It bounced so exuberantly it was as if it was trying to ejaculate, but there was nothing trying to come out.