“Good Morning Mr. Miller,” yet another staff member, this time a nursing aide, knocked on the door as she swung it open and entered the room. “How are you feeling today? I have your cleansing wipes and new sheets.” She was a chatty young thing who did not wait for answers but merely plowed on. “I’m going to change your sheets and leave the wipes here for you.” She, ironically enough Gabby according to her name-tag, bustled around the room tidying up, pushing a thermometer under his tongue, placing the blood pressure cuff on his arm, and changing his sheets by rolling him from side to side.
The wipes were technology's advancement on the bed bath. Like so many other advances, it took the personal connection out of the experience. Tom knew many men, including himself, who had had many a pleasant daydream of a cute nurse administering to him. The iconic image of the nurse lovingly and careful washing her patient with a warm washcloth, the flagship of all dirty boy fantasies, was replaced by a packet of moist towelettes. It was enough to make the horny teenager hidden deep inside him cry.
The girl’s dark hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail that swung slightly side to side as she moved. Tom could not help but admire her efficiency as well as her trim compact body that the dusky pink scrubs she wore did not hide. Her breasts were smaller, but very perky, and they complimented her small frame. The v of the top did not expose much, but Tom watched as she bent over dumping the trash. It had been a while since the last time that he had been able to have a few minutes to himself, but this girl was sure to star in a few up and coming day dreams whenever he got a stolen moment. The tail of her shirt rode up as she bent over the end of the bed and he could see just the hint of Gabby’s black thong peaking out the top of the elastic waistband of her pants. She noted the vital signs on a piece of paper that she carried in her pocket and then hurried out.
Tom picked up the package of warm wipes and used them to clean himself. It was a little awkward and he would be glad when he could get into a shower. They were warm and they cleansed without residue, but he missed the spray of water. Wipes were a poor substitute for the fresh feeling left by soap and water.
Outside the room, Nurse Bobbi was in the nurse’s station watching Gabby as she went from room to room. As she charted, she watched the girl go into room 315 with an armload of sheets and the pack of wipes balanced on top. Bobbi started to chart her assessments, and then noted with surprise how quickly Gabby emerged again from the man’s room. Gabby headed over to her and handed her a slip of paper with a set of vital signs listed.
“I’m done with my rounds, I’m going on break” the petite and pretty girl announced. Nurse Bobbi stood up. She wore a white scrub dress, it was a little old fashioned maybe, but it commanded respect, the same as her white stockings that ran down her long legs. Her hair was drawn back in a severe bun.
“Wait a minute” she said to the younger girl. The girl stopped turning around with insolence written all over her pretty face. She stood hands on hips staring up at Nurse Bobbi. Bobbi could all but hear the gum popping as the young girl looked at her, no trace of respect anywhere in her attitude. “You were done in Mr. Miller’s room very quickly. Did you change his sheets? Get his vitals? Give him a bath?”
Gabby looked up at the nurse in charge, her large breasts pressed tightly against the ridiculous scrub dress she wore. She couldn’t imagine why anyone would choose to wear such old fashioned clothes.
‘It might have been okay twenty years ago, but really who wore that kind of outfit today?’ she thought. Besides, it just hugged the nurse’s large round ass. Gabby ran her hands down the sides of her pants as she thought how glad she was to have been born slim instead of curvy. Like others her age, she judged others through the self assured supposed superiority of her young looks. Youth never realizes that maturity has its own perks, experience and quiet confidence.
“I changed the sheets, got his vitals and gave him the package of wipes,” she retorted. “He can wash himself. I am headed to my break.”
Nurse Bobbi gapped at the CNA. She could not believe how insolent the young girl was. ‘That’s the problem with all these college girls,’ she thought, “no respect.” Certainly the girl knew she had looks and flaunted it. She just assumed that because she was Barbie doll pretty the world owed her something. Well, not on Bobbi’s shift it didn’t. Even the pretty girls had to pull their weight. Certainly they had to provide quality care. Nursing suffered from the influx of these young girls who felt that menial tasks were beneath them. Nursing meant caring for the patient, and on Bobbi’s shift that is what the patient received, care.
“Handing a patient a package of wipes is not the same as bathing him,” the experienced nurse announced. “Come with me, we are going to go in there and I am going to make certain that you know the proper procedure for bed bathing. Then the next time I'm sure you will give a proper bed bath.”
Gabby stared in disbelief at Bobbi. She couldn’t believe the nurse was making her do this, it was so old fashioned. However, as she was coming around the end of the desk, there wasn’t really anything else she could do. Hopefully the man in room 321B had already used the wipes. She wanted to leave the floor, away from this strict taskmaster. She was missing her break for this.
Tom startled at the knock, his hand jerking guiltily away from his cock and quickly tried to think of baseball, not the baby smooth skin the CNA had exposed when she bent over. Baseball, baseball, baseball not sexy, young, creamy skinned, silky tongued girls who presented their firm ripe ass to him at least 4 times a day.
In all the time he had been stuck in this room he had not gotten used to the constant invasion of his privacy. It was impossible for him to squeeze one out without being interrupted, and he certainly didn’t want to become known as the dirty old man in room 315.
He watched the two women walk into his room. They were both sexy, the slim young college student and the rounded thirty something nurse. The curvy nurse’s tits poked the front of her tight white uniform and he longed to reach out and touch them. A stroke, a touch a squeeze, a pinch. He had imagined doing it several times. She had a commanding presence that begged to be pleased. He could see her standing there, glove in hand, commanding he slid her skirt up and press his tongue against her pink folds. Licking and sucking till the juice ran from his chin, her face a vision of stern pleasure. His cock twitched again.
“Baseball, baseball, baseball”, he drilled.
The nurse shut the door and drew the curtain, “Good morning Mr. Miller. Gabby here needs to have an update on hospital procedure so I am here to help her learn. I hope you don’t mind being our guinea pig,”
Bobby smiled down at the man lying in the bed. He wore the tan of someone who worked outdoors, and his arms were chiseled by the carpentry work the chart said he did. His face was slightly scruffy; yet another task his cna had not assisted him with. It made his face look like he had been cast as the bad guy in an action movie, a sexy bad guy.
“Not at all,” Tom replied. Gabby stood with her arms crossed, leaning on the wall. Bobby saw the package of wipes was partially used. She pulled one from the open package.
“Gabby come here. I know you think that this man is clean but I want you to wash him.” She handed the warm wipe to the girl and drew the blanket down exposing the man to the waist. Gabby walked up and took the wipe from the nurse. She untied the dressing gown from the man’s shoulders and swiped at his chest.
“It looks pretty clean to me” she announced. She ran the wipe over his arms and rolled her eyes at Tom. The wipe was warm and felt good being run across his chest. Bobbi got a second wipe out of the package and pulled the gown farther off of Tom, she ran the cloth across his leg.
Now both girls were giving Tom their attention. This was quite the improvement from the hasty exchange he had with the girl early. He wasn’t certain where he should look, but he also knew that unless he really wanted to embarrass himself he should keep thinking about baseball, not the girls currently stroking and washing him.
“I am certain that he had a hard time cleaning himself. You should always help the client so that he feels clean.” With these sterile words Bobbi and her warm wet wipe reached down and surrounded Tom’s penis. She rubbed it up and then back down his member. “Do you see how much cleaner we can make it for him?” She asked the girl.
“Well, I'm sure I could clean it better yet with my mouth, but that doesn’t mean I'm going to,” Gabby snapped at the nurse. This was supposed to be her break. Instead she was stuck in this patient’s room washing his cock.
“Oh, really?” Bobbi fumed at the girl’s attitude. She wanted to dominate that girl and break down her resistance. The pretty girl needed to learn that sometimes other people would be telling her what to do, and that she should do them. She grabbed the girl’s arm and placed a clean wipe in it. “Clean that man” she announced. “I want him as clean as he has ever been when you are done.” She assumed the girl’s position by the wall, hands on hips.
Tom couldn’t believe his luck. This was how several of his daydreams had started. The young girl pursed her pale pink lips as she rubbed his stiffening shaft. The warm moist cloth in her hands rubbed up and down. She added a little pressure as she rubbed. The tightening sensation was a pleasure. The wet cloth wrapped in the girl’s slim fingers wrapped around his cock and slid up and down his cock with a slight twist, squeezing him firmly. He placed his hand over Gabby’s and said, “Let me help you”. She stopped startled then got a small smile on her face and started to rub a little more authoritatively. She reached down and ran the warm cloth over his balls gently rubbing them then returned to stroke his cock.
Nurse Bobbi watched the girl work on the man. From the angle she was standing at she couldn’t see exactly what the girl was doing, but she could tell by the rigorous movements her tight little ass made that she was busy working.
