Chapter 1: Introduction
The hospital was a sterile labyrinth of white walls, bright lights, and the faint hum of machinery. Sarah, her auburn hair pulled tightly back in a ponytail, walked down the pristine hallway with determination. The night had just begun and it was shaping up to be a long one. Her white sneakers squeaked against the shiny linoleum with each step she took.
She took a deep breath, the smell of antiseptic causing her to grimace slightly. It was a constant reminder of the environment she found herself in, even if it was a necessary one.
Her heels clicked in a steady rhythm as she approached the nursing station, already buzzing with activity as her colleagues began their shifts. She greeted them with a nod and a smile, before turning her attention to the pile of charts waiting for her.
Sarah took pride in her work, and always made sure to double-check every detail before starting her rounds. She was determined to give each of her patients the best care possible, no matter what the circumstances.
With a flourish, she picked up the stack of charts and headed towards the hallway. Her heels clicked loudly on the tile floors, echoing through the quiet hospital.
As she passed by the various rooms, she greeted her colleagues with a nod or a smile and chatted briefly about the latest gossip or medical updates.
All the other nurses murmured about the new patient, Michael, who had been rushed into the hospital the night before. She had heard about his accident, and how he had ended up with a long list of injuries.
But all the nurses had another topic on their mind inds: the large bulge in his hospital gown. Sarah had heard the whispers and giggles from the other nurses as they passed through the hallway.
"absolute high schoolers" she thought to herself, shaking her head. She had seen her fair share of penises, she had yet to see his but she figured it was like all the rest, just another human dick. Besides, Sarah was a professional, she didn't let her mind wander into perverse territories. Or at least that's what she told herself.
She began her rounds at the top of the stack of charts , checking in on her patients and making adjustments to their care plans as needed. Each room she entered, she would tidy up, check their vitals, and give them a friendly smile.
The clock ticked and her rounds continued, her body moving like a well-oiled machine, efficient and precise.
To Sarah's surprise, she found Mike's file was a part of her caseload for this shift. Other nurses eyed the file enviously, but Sarah was a consummate professional, her mind focused on his injuries and well-being. She made her way to his private room, her heart racing at the thought of meeting the man behind the whispers.
Sarah braced herself for the sheer lightsaber of manhood that allegedly languished beneath his hospital gown, but instead found him lying there, vulnerable, deeply sleeping under copious amounts of covers.
She silently chuckled to herself, all of the other nurses made it seem like he was a Greek god chiseled out of stone, but he was just a man after all, he may as well have had a limp noodle for all the vigor she detected in that moment.
She went about her business, checking his vitals, administering medication, and changing out his bandages. Every so often she would steal glances at him, wondering what lay beneath those hospital sheets.
She pushed the thought out of her mind and continued her work. She was there to take care of him, not to ogle his body.
Still, she couldn't deny the way her heart raced as she changed his bandages. The sight of his muscular chest, the curve of his biceps, the muscles in his forearms and calves, Sarah's professionalism began to fade away.
Despite her best efforts, she couldn't help but let her gaze linger on his crotch, and the memories of the other nurses' whispers came flooding back.
But the four blankets could've hidden a full grown redwood for all she could tell.
Her heart raced as she imagined what lay beneath, her body reacting in ways she tried to push down. She was there to do a job, not to give in to her desires.
Eventually, she finished all the tasks Mike needed and was getting ready to leave. She adjusted her scrub top and was making sure her hair was still securely tied back when Mike's eyes fluttered open slowly.
"Hey, you're awake," Sarah said, smiling down at him. "How are you feeling?"
"Like I got hit by a truck," Mike replied, wincing as he shifted in bed. "But other than that, I'm good."
Sarah chuckled, "Well, I'm your nurse for the night, so I'll make sure you're comfortable and well taken care of."
"what's your name?" Mike asked her, trying to get a better look at her through the dim light in the room.
"Sarah. I'll be checking on you every hour or so, so don't hesitate to buzz me if you need anything."
"Thanks, Sarah," Mike said, as his gaze drifted over her petite frame and shapely figure. His drugged mind was distant, lulled by morphine.
"I'll be right outside if you need anything," said Sarah, giving him a professional smile.
Mike unceremoniously fell back asleep , leaving Sarah to attend to the mountains of paperwork and bureaucracy.
Sarah opened the door and found every nurse on the floor
practically sprinting towards her.
"well?!" They said in unison.
"what?!" Sarah asked, feigning ignorance.
"What did you see?! Is it true?! Are the rumors true?!"
Sarah couldn't help but chuckle a little. "He's just a man," she said. "Just like any other man."
"So, it's not true?!"
"I didn't look," Sarah said, looking each one of them in the eye.
"He's a man with flesh and blood, and a heart that beats like the rest of us. There's nothing special or extraordinary about him, save for his injuries."
The other nurses groaned in disappointment, some pouted while others rolled their eyes. The sheer lust pouring out of the women in that hallway was palpable, each one dying to get a glimpse of the man beneath those white hospital sheets.
But Sarah was not going to let him be a piece of meat to be ogled at. She had respect for her patients and she was determined to treat him like any other patient.
Sarah left the gaggle of nurses behind and went back to the nurse's station, ready to chart to her heart's content. She spent the next few hours documenting everything she had done, making sure to note everyone's progress and every medication they had been given.
After several hours of paperwork, it was time to round again. She gathered her mountain of paperwork and started at the top with the "A's" and then the "B's"and so on.
She found herself standing outside of Mike's room again, the "M's" always seemed to take an eternity to reach. This time she found him awake, propped up on his hospital bed, the blankets tussled to cover his manhood.
"Hey there, Sarah," he croaked out, as a thin bead of sweat trickled down his brow, highlighting his sharp jawbone and the faint scruff that had begun to show. Sarah's breath hitched in her chest, he was even more handsome than she remembered.
Then Sarah's rational side kicked in 'BONK... GO TO HORNY JAIL' Sarah chided herself, shaking her head to clear her thoughts.
"Hey, Michael." Sarah greeted warmly, a genuine smile lighting up her face."How are you feeling now?"
"as good as could be expected," Mike replied, his voice strained with pain and sleep, "my pain meds are starting to wear off."
Sarah nodded knowingly. "Let me check your wound," she said, her voice softening with compassion. Sarah carefully pulled back the blankets, exposing Mike's bandaged wounds. He grunted in pain as she gently touched them.
"looks good ," Sarah said, with a note of professional satisfaction. "The wound is healing nicely, all things considered."
"that's good to hear," Mike said, his breath hitching as she touched him.
Sarah continued the rest of her normal procedure , taking his blood pressure, checking his heart rate and temperature. All the while Mike watched her, his gaze lingering on her curves and the way she moved. The longer she worked, the more he found himself drawn to her.
She was so professional and confident, all what he had been expecting from a nurse. She was a breath of fresh air in the otherwise sterile and stale environment of the hospital.
Sarah cracked a joke, "you've got enough blankets on you, you're going to start a fire." She said, her green eyes sparkling with humor. Mike chuckled, the laugh turning into a groan as he shifted in bed.
"I'm glad I can bring some humor into your night," he said, with a crooked grin.
Sarah smiled back, "anything to take my mind off the paperwork." She said, rolling her eyes as she returned his chart to the stand.
"Well, you can always remove a couple layers," Mike suggested playfully, clearly jokingly. Sarah blushed at the proposition, but a small smirk tugged at the corner of her lips.
Soon enough there were no more unfulfilled tasks for her to complete, and she found herself standing by his bedside once again.
"anything else while I am here?" Sarah asked with pure tact. She knew all too well how difficult it was to be stuck in a hospital bed for extended periods of time.
An imperceptible air of shame overtook Mike as he asked, "can you help me to the bathroom?" His flirtatious air now snuffed out by his mortifying question.
Sarah simply nodded and held out her hand. "Of course, I'm here to help you," she said with a warm smile, banishing any insinuation of judgment.
"let me get you some grippy socks, so you don't slip on the floor," Sarah said, as she rummaged through her supply cart.
"grippy socks, grippy socks" Sarah sang under her breath, shuffling through different pairs colors and patterns before she found them. "Ah Ha!" She exclaimed in triumph, as she lifted the white and gray striped socks, with the grippy dots on the bottom, from the array of option.
Sarah walked back over to the bedside with the socks stretched out in her hand. "Put these on," she said to Michael, holding them out for him to take.
He reached out and took the socks from her. As he reached for his toes his incision tugged painfully and he winced in agony. Sarah noticed his discomfort and gently pushed him back onto the hospital bed.
"Let me help you," Sarah said as she professionally repositioned his body, so he was leaning forward at the waist. She carefully bent his knee and placed his foot on her lap, and slipped the sock over his foot. Sarah could feel the heat emanating from his body as she worked. Once the socks were on, she repeated the process for his other foot.
Emasculating didn't even begin to describe how he felt with someone else dressing him, especially such an attractive woman like Sarah. But he couldn't deny that it was comforting too, in a strange sort of way.
Sarah stood next to the bed, "unfortunately, I don't think the blankets can stay on," she said with a soft chuckle.
Sarah pulled back the blankets and sheets, this would prove to be the first time she could spy the rumored "snake in the hospital gown."
Sarah braced her mind, expecting a mind meltingly sculpted cock, one which could only belong to a real-life Adonis.
However, the reality was far different and tamer. It was big, sure, but it was nothing too out of the ordinary. At least that's what the gown would have her believe.
Sarah stood in front of Mike and offered a helpful hand. "I can help you stand up," she said.
Mike hesitated before taking her hand, feeling her small but strong grip as she pulled him up into a sitting position. He grunted from the pain but managed to stay upright.
"how's that feel ?" Sarah asked as she steadied him, she could feel the warmth coming off his body in waves.
"Ok," he grunted out. "Just give me a minute."
Sarah nodded and stood quietly at his side.
"You know, you don't have to stand there and watch me," Mike said with a sly grin.
Sarah raised an eyebrow and looked at him, "I'm your nurse, I have to be here," she reminded him "also, I don't think you can sit up on your own yet."
Several minutes passed before Mike was ready to try to stand up, he was naked except for the socks and the hospital gown, which lay open in back.
Sarah grabbed hold of his forearms as he slowly shifted his weight onto his feet. He leaned on her heavily, a sheen of sweat forming on his brow as he struggled for balance.
Sarah tried to keep her mind shielded from his physique, but she couldn't help but notice the sculpted muscles under his skin and the swing of his cock hanging between his legs.
She squeezed her thighs together tightly as her body reacted to the sight.
She didn't have time to dwell on it though, as Mike took his first step away from the bed, and nearly toppled over.
Sarah tightened her grip on his arms and helped steady him, leading him slowly towards the bathroom. The room was not that big, and in no time flat they were at the bathroom.
"Okay, here we are." Sarah said, stopping just outside the bathroom door.
"I'll wait right here for you."
Mike nodded, still holding onto her for support. He took a deep breath and let go of Sarah, stumbling slightly as he stepped into the bathroom.
Sarah watched him go, her eyes lingering on his firm ass and toned thighs. She couldn't help but feel a flutter in her chest as she imagined what it would be like to have him inside her.
She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. She was here to do a job, not to lust after her patients.
Mike looked back over his shoulder as he asked, "you really have to watch me pee?"
"yep. In case you fall or lose consciousness." Sarah said with a playful grin.
Mike chuckled and pulled his gown all the way up, revealing his firm, muscular ass. He was designed in a way that made every woman who laid eyes on him salivate.
Sarah couldn't help but stare, her eyes drawn to the way his muscles moved. She was usually reserved and professional, but something about him made her forget all rules.
He began to relieve himself, casting a glance back at her with a wicked grinned, "like what you see?" he asked in a low husky voice.
"I-I-I..I'm just here to do my job," she stuttered, trying to maintain her composure but failing miserably.
"Does your job involve getting wet while watching me pee?" Mike asked with a raised eyebrow.
Sarah blushed, "w-w-what no! I mean...I...uh..."
Mike chuckled, "Relax, Sarah. I'm just messing with you." he said with a smile.
Sarah forced a laugh, trying to cover up the overwhelming rush of desire coursing through her veins.
It had been so long since Mike had been able to pee standing up. It burned and ached but the relief was unparalleled. That was until he passed out, unable to hold himself up any longer.
Sarah heard the splash, and she knew he had fallen into the toilet. She didn't hesitate, rushing to his side.
"Michael, Can you hear me?" She said, trying to rouse him from his unconsciousness.
He moaned and moved his head slightly.
"this is why I have to stand here" Sarah chastised Mike, "so you don't fall unconscious while trying to piss."
Mike groaned as he slowly came to, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
"Just a second," Sarah interrupted him. She reached behind his legs and pulled out the toilet paper, cleaning him up and him properly. She then helped him sit up and flush the toilet before assisting him to his feet again.
"Thanks," Mike said, trying to stand on his own.
Sarah nodded, "no problem."
She led him back to bed, helping him sit down and get situated.
His gown was soiled from his fall, and Sarah knew she’d need to change it before he got too comfortable.
She untied the knot around his neck and carefully peeled the gown off him, revealing his muscular, naked body in all its glory.
Her heart raced as she caught sight of his impressive cock. Her previous thoughts about his size were proven wrong. It was perfect, with thick veins running along the shaft. Even flaccid, it was impressive. Sarah couldn't help but stare, her mouth going dry as half of her brain demanded that she focus on her job, and the other half thirsted for him.
Sarah blushed furiously, quickly grabbing a new gown from her cart and snapping it into place around him.
Half of her brain demanded for her to let him split her in two right then and there, while the other half fought to keep her cool, thinking of her job, her patients, her reputation. But it was no use; she was already feeling the unmistakable stirrings between her legs.
"You don't have to be embarrassed," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "I saw it happen. Lots of men pass out from the pain."
Mike swallowed hard, feeling the blush spread from his chest to his face.
"I guess it's been a while since I've had any major surgery," he said, trying to joke it off.
Sarah chuckled softly, "it's alright. I've seen worse things than that."
Mike raised an eyebrow, "Really? What could be worse than that?"
Sarah thought, but instead replied with a simple headshake and a knowing smirk. She could feel the tension building between them, and her heart was racing as she tried to refocus her attention on the task at hand.
But her thoughts kept wandering back to him, to his muscular body and the impressive cock that lay against his thigh. She could feel herself getting sopping wet, and she knew she couldn't stay in the room much longer without giving into her desires.
"Alright, Michael. Let me know if you need anything else," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.
"will do," Mike replied, watching her as she turned to leave.
Sarah's heart was racing as she left the room, her body thrumming with anticipation and desire. She could feel herself getting wetter with every step she took down the hallway, her mind consumed with thoughts of him.
She made her way to the break room, taking deep breaths as she tried to compose herself. She took a seat at an empty table, trying to focus on the mundane tasks at hand.
She sat there the most cherry red color, her body begging for release.
She let out a sigh, trying to shake herself out of it. But it was no use. He was all she could think about.
Her heart was racing, her thoughts clouded with the image of his body. His hard muscles, toned and perfect. The image of his cock, thick and long, was burned into the back of her eyelids.
Sarah made an attempt to distract herself with her phone, scrolling through mindless social media posts, but it did nothing to quell her desire.
Other nurses took note of her state and exchanged sly looks, each giving her a knowing grin before continuing with their work.
She knew she couldn't stay in the break room any longer, so she took a deep breath and headed to one of the call rooms.
Her heart was racing with each step, and it took all her self-control to contain the raging inferno between her legs.
She had never felt so desperate and needy before. Her mind was filled with only one thing: satisfying her aching desire for Michael's magnificent cock.
She opened the call room door and locked it behind her. The space was small, just big enough to fit a bed and a small table. But it would have to do for now.
She leaned back against the door, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. She could still see the image of his body, imprinted on the back of her eyelids. It was all she needed to send her over the edge.
With a moan, she reached down and felt herself over her scrubs.
She gasped as she felt how wet she was, the heat emanating from between her legs enough to make her dizzy. Her fingers danced along her slit, teasing her clit through the fabric of her scrubs. She could feel the slickness of her juices as they began to seep through, coating her fingers with every stroke.
With a trembling hand, she lifted the bottom of her scrub top and slid it up over her breasts. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall away from her chest.
Her nipples were hard as diamonds, and she pinched them gently between her fingers as she continued to stroke herself.
Her body was on fire, her breathing erratic as she tried to keep quiet. She didn't want anyone to hear her moans.
She reached for the button on her scrubs, undoing it with trembling fingers. She slid the zipper down and let them fall to the floor, revealing her black lace thong. She could feel how wet she was, the dampness seeping through the fabric and coating her fingers.
She reached down and ran her fingers along the edge of her thong, teasing herself.
She could feel the heat and wetness coming from her core, and she ached to touch herself even more.
She pushed her thong to her feet
and stepped out of it, standing there completely naked in the tiny call room.
Her hand drifted down to her mound, gently stroking her clit as she moaned quietly.
She could feel the pressure building in her core, and it took all her self-control not to scream out as she reached her first orgasm.
She leaned back against the door, panting heavily as the waves of pleasure subsided.
But she knew she wasn't done yet. She had only just started.
Sarah's fingers continued to explore her slick folds, her body trembling as she grew more and more aroused. She could feel herself getting wetter by the second, the sticky heat of her arousal coating her fingers.
Her other hand drifted up to her breasts, pinching her nipples firmly between her fingers. She let out a soft moan, biting her lip to keep quiet.
Her thighs soon had a glossy sheen as her juices dripped down them. Sarah's fingers moved faster against her sopping wet pussy, sliding easily through her slit and finding her entrance.
She gasped at the contact between her fingers and her most intimate of places. She could feel how swollen and sensitive she was, and the touch of her fingers against her clit was almost too much to bear.
"Fuck," she whispered under her breath, shutting her eyes and throwing her head back.
She was so goddamn horny that it was almost painful. She couldn't take it anymore, she needed to feel something – anything – to take the edge off.
She was already so fucking wet, her panties were drenched, her thighs were drenched, even the crotch of her scrubs was damp from the juice seeping between her legs.
Sarah climbed naked onto the small bed, spreading her legs wide and kneeling in the center. She looked down at her glistening pussy, her clit swollen and sensitive to the touch.
She brought her fingers to her entrance, pushing them deep inside and moaning as she felt herself stretch. She started to finger herself, stroking her g-spot and grinding her hips as she moved with the rhythm of her hand.
Her other hand reached up to tweak her nipples, tugging on them as she desperately tried to fill the void that was consuming her.
The pleasure building deep within her was now unbearable, and every muscle in her body tensed as she prepared to come.
With a cry of frustration, Sarah sat up, her thighs squeezing tight around the bed as she rode the wave of ecstasy. Her fingers pounded relentlessly against her clit, the thick wet juices of her climax coating them as she continued to rub.
Her back arched as she finally reached the peak, a guttural moan escaping her lips as her entire body trembled with the force of her orgasm.
Searing fire works erupted behind her closed eyelids, and every nerve ending in her body seemed to light up simultaneously. Each pulse contracted her muscles, forcing spasms out of her that left her shivering and weak.
She had never felt this needy in her life. Her fingers just couldn't satisfy her. She craved the feeling of something, anything, being inside of her.
She lay back on the bed, spreading her legs obscenely wide and imagining Michael's face between them. She could almost feel him, his hot breath against her bare skin as he teased her clit with his tongue. The thought alone was enough to make her tremble with desire.
She reached into her bedside table, pulling out a small, discreet vibrator.
She turned it on, the soft buzzing sound filling the room as she brought it to her clit.
Feeling herself getting more worked up, Sarah imagined that it was Michael's fingers exploring her body, instead of her own. She imagined his lips on her breasts, his tongue teasing her nipples as he grazed them with his teeth. She moaned as the sensation sent her over the edge, her back arching as she came again and again.
Her fingers fumbled with the controls as she struggled to turn it higher, her entire body aching for release.
She moaned as the vibrator buzzed to life even more, pressing it firmly against her clit as she began to circle her hips. The pleasure was intense, sending shockwaves through her entire body as she writhed on the bed.
Sarah couldn't believe this was happening, but she was beyond caring. All she knew was that she needed more.
She spread her legs wider, lifting her hips up to meet the buzzing sensation of the vibrator. She moaned loudly, no longer caring who might hear her. She could feel the pressure building deep in her core, that familiar ache growing stronger with each passing second.
Sarah could feel another orgasm building inside of her, growing stronger and more intense with each passing moment.
Sarah could feel her muscles tensing up and her toes curling as the orgasm took over. She was moaning loudly, not caring who heard her at this point.
The vibrations from the buzzing toy were intense, sending shivers down her spine and pools of pleasure coursing through her veins. As she moaned, she thrashed her head onto the pillow, her hair sprawled out in a wild mess.
Her other hand was kneading and flicking her sore nipples, pinching them with enough force to make her see stars. She couldn't believe she was doing this in a hospital, but it was beyond the point of no return and to be honest, she no longer cared about how wrong it was.
Her desire for release and to alleviate the pleasure building up in her loins was overriding any sense of right and wrong. With each pulse and contraction caused by the vibrator against her clit, her mind was going crazy with scenarios of what it would look like to have the real thing inside her. She was so goddamn horny and wet that she could hear the sound of her wetness coating the vibrator's head.
The feeling of the buzzing against her clit was almost too much, and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning out loud.
She could feel another orgasm building inside of her, growing stronger and more intense with each passing moment.
This orgasm had teeth, claws and a mind of its own, forcing her to submit to its relentless grip. Her body arched off the bed, hands clawing at the sheets, nails digging into the mattress as her entire body shook with the force of her release.
It was like a tsunami had taken over, causing her to wail in pleasure as her vision grew spotty. She couldn't remember how to breathe, her chest heaving as she gasped for air. The vibrator slipped from her fingers as her other hand moved to her breast, caressing herself lovingly.
She felt like she was floating on a cloud, every worry and concern left behind as euphoria took over her entire being.
Her muscles were still twitching, her mind still reeling from the magnitude of her orgasm as she slowly came down.
Sarah lay there for what felt like an eternity, breathing heavily and trying to come back to reality. Her entire body felt like it had been put through a wringer, every nerve ending buzzing and tingling.
She felt the wetness of her release in between her legs, proof of the amazing time she just had. She slowly got up from the bed, her legs shaking as she tried to find her footing.
Sweat dripped down her forehead and onto her bare chest as she stumbled over to the tiny sink.
She stared at her reflection in the mirror, her face flushed and her hair a wild mess.
She turned the faucet on, splashing cold water on her face and neck as she tried to calm herself down.
She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves.
Fuck, what had just happened? She had never done anything like that before. Not in a hospital, at least.