OC:
Ben Ralston.
21 years old, 5' 10", sandy blond hair, average build. Brown eyes.
To start I need at least one woman--naughty nurse.
IC:
"Damn," Ben thought.
The nurse who was bustling about his room was obviously efficient, and knew her business. But she was about 60 with grey hair and though she wasn't overly fat, she had a solid build. To make matters worse he'd seen three cute nurses--at least he thought they were nurses--walk by in the hall outside.
"It never fails, if I go into a restaurant, I always get the gay waiter, or the ugly flat chested one. Same luck here. I get the battle axe nurse."
His leg was in a brace--he'd just had surgery on his ligaments, replacing two of them that had been damaged years before.
He was in a new town--he'd landed there about six months ago with his job, and his family was on the other side of the state. His girlfriend was out of town for a month on a work assignment.
So here he was in the hospital, with no one to visit him, nothing to make the time go by more quickly, and hobbled at that.
The nurse had given him an injection a bit ago for sleep and he was starting to feel groggy and soon he was out.
He woke sometime in the night, when he felt a hand slide under his covers and under his hospital gown, and grab his prick. He thought it was a wet dream--it had been so long since Tammy had been around. But soon who ever it was had him raging hard. She was an expert.
He opened his eyes, but in the gloom, he coudln't make out much. It wasn't the battle axe. She began stroking him. She leaned over and opened her top and popped a nipple into his mouth and then let her hand go back to playing with his cock.
Now he knew it wasn't a wet dream.
Ben Ralston.
21 years old, 5' 10", sandy blond hair, average build. Brown eyes.
To start I need at least one woman--naughty nurse.
IC:
"Damn," Ben thought.
The nurse who was bustling about his room was obviously efficient, and knew her business. But she was about 60 with grey hair and though she wasn't overly fat, she had a solid build. To make matters worse he'd seen three cute nurses--at least he thought they were nurses--walk by in the hall outside.
"It never fails, if I go into a restaurant, I always get the gay waiter, or the ugly flat chested one. Same luck here. I get the battle axe nurse."
His leg was in a brace--he'd just had surgery on his ligaments, replacing two of them that had been damaged years before.
He was in a new town--he'd landed there about six months ago with his job, and his family was on the other side of the state. His girlfriend was out of town for a month on a work assignment.
So here he was in the hospital, with no one to visit him, nothing to make the time go by more quickly, and hobbled at that.
The nurse had given him an injection a bit ago for sleep and he was starting to feel groggy and soon he was out.
He woke sometime in the night, when he felt a hand slide under his covers and under his hospital gown, and grab his prick. He thought it was a wet dream--it had been so long since Tammy had been around. But soon who ever it was had him raging hard. She was an expert.
He opened his eyes, but in the gloom, he coudln't make out much. It wasn't the battle axe. She began stroking him. She leaned over and opened her top and popped a nipple into his mouth and then let her hand go back to playing with his cock.
Now he knew it wasn't a wet dream.
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