Bedside Manners

 

 

Waking from a groggy induced sleep, I found myself wondering what day it was....Ughhh...My head is killing me. 
This procedure has literally taken a toll on my body, and my strength.  I feel like a dish colth-- lifeless, and limp.  I attempt to move, and I'm stung by the searing pain in my side,and I settle back in the bed, and ring for the nurse. 
I'm hungry.  Can u get me something for pain?  My stomach is killing me.... All around me are machines.  Beeping. Blinking.  Outside the doorway, I can hear the chatter of people.  My family.  I can smell bacon and eggs.  Oh my god, I'm hungry. Where is my plate?  "It's on the way", says the nurse.  I look around.  And out of the corner of my eye, I come face to face with this person who is writing on my chart. 
Hey. "Are you gonna be able to give your own self a bath this morning..?", she asks.  I don't feel like it, you can, I reply hastily.  I settle back down, and begin to think about going home, seeing all my friends again, being me again.  My life is being halted by being sick one too many times, I say to myself.  Looking at all the gadgets..the needles in my arm limit me from moving, and going to the bathroom for msyelf, so I have to rely on these damn bed pans, and people invading my most private body functions... I didn't notice that she had a small bathtub of water in the chair beside me, a clean gown, and a change of ben linen when she said, "ok..time for your bath".  When was the last time someone gave me a bath?  LOL.  I'm almost smiling, too...cuz she is kinda cute.  About 5'6", nice size, and nice breasts. Hmmmmm.  I might enjoy this. 
As she washed me, I'm laying back, trying not to enjoy it.  Trying not to smile, or give her any indication that I'm a lesbian, and that I like this.  Too late...I think she knows, or at least, she is testing me.   I notice that she uses no gloves when she is washing my body, and she handles my girls with the ease of a lover.  Washing in slow circular strokes, gently.  Damn.  This feels good!  So I think she knows it's feeling good, and I'm offering no resistance, so she places both hands on both of them.  And massages them! Awww Hell.  Should I tell her to stop? Feeling my own heat rising..even though I'm in excruciating pain, my body is telling me she's trying to turn me on!  She is washing real slow..all over my stomach, my arms, and my thighs.  "Can you wash down there..or would you like me to?"  Be my guest, I replied, in a soft voice, trying to act like I wasn't affected.  But she is pushing all the right buttons. 
As she opened my legs, and placed that warm, soapy cloth on my private part, I moaned under my voice, and she smiled, slightly.  She knew what she was doing.  Had she done this before?   She rinsed the cloth out, and wiped me again.  Slowly....  By now I'm clearly busted.  If someone comes in, they will see the pleasure on my face, and she could be in trouble.  I turn my head to the side, while trying to contain what I'm feeling...... and I can feel her finger massaging my clit. Oh my God!  She clearly is fingering me!  And it feels so good.  I can feel her fingers going in and out of my wetness.   She knew I loved it.  She could tell by the way she looked at me with lusting eyes.   I could hear moans slip from her mouth, as she had no regard for being walked in on..or that I was embarrassed.  She proceeded to make me have one orgasm after another.  When she pulled her fingers out, she licked each one, so seductively....... 
Is this a part of the treatment.. If so, I think I'm feeling better already!  I looked at her, and she looked me, and we both smiled.  She winked.  I managed to blow her a kiss before my Doctor knocked on the door, and let himself in.....