My Nurse's Visit at the Hospital

I had the accident because I was an idiot. There’s no more elegant way to put it. I went out on the motorcycle even though I knew something wasn’t right, and taking a curve badly sent me skidding onto the asphalt, bruised all over, with one leg immobilized, several battered ribs, and my body half-wrapped in bandages and splints for weeks.

It wasn’t serious, everyone kept saying, but I was wrecked. I could barely move without help, sleeping was uncomfortable, and even holding my phone was difficult. The worst part wasn’t the pain, but the feeling of being trapped inside my own body, motionless, sweating with frustration and boredom in a white room that smelled of disinfectant.

My girlfriend, Renata, was out of town for work when it happened. They notified her before I could call, and the first time I heard her voice on the other end of the phone, I almost broke down. She asked if I was in one piece, affectionately called me an idiot for being so reckless, and promised she would come see me as soon as she found a way.

—Don’t do anything stupid there too —she told me.

—Difficult. I can’t even scratch myself properly —I replied.

She laughed, but beneath that laughter was concern. I knew her too well. When she was truly scared, she became sweeter and more authoritative at the same time.

Two slow days passed. Between checkups, medication, and nurses’ brief visits, I was fading. I missed her voice, her smell, the way she touched my neck when she wanted to calm me down. I missed sex too, of course. Even battered as I was, I was still a man with a live cock and my head full of images of her.

On the third night, I fell asleep early. I remember the monitor’s dim light, the distant rumble of a cart in the hallway, and the heavy exhaustion left by the painkiller. I don’t know how much time passed before I felt a hand on my chest, soft and slow, drawing circles over the sheet.

I opened my eyes wide.

In front of my bed stood a figure dressed in white. She wore a cap, a mask, and a gown fastened up to her neck. For a second I thought she was a real nurse, but there was nothing professional about that hand. She was caressing me as if she knew me by heart.

—Don’t make a sound —she whispered.

I recognized her voice before I saw her face. Renata slowly lowered her mask and gave me the smile that always undid me, a mixture of tenderness and mischief. My heart lurched.

—What the fuck are you doing here? —I murmured.

She covered my mouth with two fingers.

—Shhh. Your private nurse came to examine a stubborn patient.

The door was closed. The curtain was drawn. The clock showed that it was past midnight. My heart began beating harder, not from fear, but from that absurd excitement that rises through your body when you know something forbidden is about to happen.

Renata stepped back and opened her gown. Beneath it, she wore the white uniform, almost completely unbuttoned, revealing the skin of her breasts and the edge of a simple bra, more provocative precisely because of that. It wasn’t some magazine show; it was her, an adult woman who had come to find me with hunger in her eyes.

—You look very still —she said, looking me up and down—. But I can also see that you’re awake.

I couldn’t sit up much, barely turn my torso or carefully move one arm. Even so, the blood rushed straight to my crotch. The sheet lifted just enough to give me away, and she let out a low giggle.

—That’s what I wanted to check.

She sat on the edge of the bed, carefully pushed part of the sheet aside, and kissed me. It wasn’t a sweet reunion kiss. It was wet, deep, insistent, as if she had spent the whole journey thinking about shoving her tongue into me until she left me breathless. I opened my mouth for her and moaned against her lips when she lightly bit my lower lip.

—I missed you —I told her.

—You’d better have.

Her hand moved slowly down my abdomen. It avoided bandages, fabric edges, and the elastic of my hospital pants. When she found me hard, she squeezed me through the clothing and pulled a clumsy moan from me. There wasn’t much I could do except spread my legs as far as the pain allowed and surrender to her hands.

—Well, look at that —she murmured—. Half broken and horny enough to fuck.

—Always with you.

She smiled with an almost cruel satisfaction. She slipped her hand inside my pants and wrapped her fingers around my cock. The first direct contact shook me all over. I hadn’t touched myself properly in days, and feeling her like that, warm and firm, was too much. I let out a moan that she silenced with another kiss.

—Keep your voice down —she ordered—. If we get caught, it’ll be your fault for being so horny.

She started jerking me off slowly, moving up and down with an exact rhythm, stopping now and then to rub her thumb over the already-wet tip. I gripped the sheet with one hand, my body rigid because I couldn’t move the way I wanted. The physical helplessness turned me on more than it should have. Being unable to move and dependent on her made my cock even harder.

Renata noticed immediately. She always noticed everything.

—Do you like lying there while I do whatever I want with you?

—Yes.

—Say it properly.

I swallowed. —Yes, I love it.

She leaned down to kiss my neck and, without stopping her hand, opened her uniform completely. Her tits came half-free inside the bra, heavy and full, brushing my arm whenever she leaned over. I managed to take one in my less-clumsy hand and squeeze it. She let out a satisfied sigh.

—That’s it, darling. Touch them. That’s what I came for.

I pulled one cup of her bra down as best I could, and she caught my mouth with her nipple. I sucked it greedily, feeling it stiffen as she quickened her hand over my cock. The contrast between my clumsiness and her control was driving me crazy. Every caress of hers seemed more intense because I couldn’t respond in the same way.

—Fuck, Renata...

—That’s it. I want to hear you.

I massaged her other tit, kissed it, licked it. She writhed over the mattress and rubbed my cock harder, until I had to close my eyes. When she felt me getting too close, she suddenly pulled her hand away. I opened my eyes, frustrated, and saw her biting her lip.

—You’re not going to come that quickly. I get to come first.

She stood up and took off the gown completely. Then she unbuttoned the white uniform, one button at a time, without taking her eyes off me. Beneath it she wore nothing but the bra and a tiny pair of panties in the same color. Seeing her like that, half-dressed in the middle of a hospital room, was even more exciting than seeing her naked. There was something about the scene, the secrecy, the brazenness of her visit, that had me beside myself.

Renata took off her bra, let her panties fall down her legs, and carefully climbed back onto the bed. She spread my legs just enough to position herself over my face.

—The patient needs to work on his tongue —she said with a crooked smile.

Her pussy was directly above my mouth, wet, hot, open for me. I stuck out my tongue and slowly ran it along the whole slit, from underneath up to the clitoris. She let out a muffled moan and braced one hand against the headboard to keep her balance.

I couldn’t lift her or grip her tightly, but I could eat her pussy like a desperate man. I licked her for a long time, insistently, pushing my tongue inside, opening her with the tip, savoring the way she grew wetter every second. She moved over my face in small rocking motions, rubbing herself where she liked it most, letting me feel all of her.

—Yes... like that... don’t stop —she whispered—. Suck my clit.

I obeyed. I caught it between my lips and knew I was doing it right from the way her thighs tensed. She began panting for real now, no longer taking as much care with the noise. I alternated licking and sucking, drenching her, breathing in her scent as she brushed my nose, mouth, and chin. She was soaking wet.

—Fuck, I’ve wanted you so badly —she said, trembling—. I spent two nights thinking about sitting on your face.

That kind of thing made me even harder. I kept licking her hungrily, and when I tried to put two fingers inside her, I couldn’t because of the position and the bandages. She moved my hand away with an understanding smile, but far from being disappointed, she rubbed herself harder against my mouth.

—It doesn’t matter. Tonight you work with your tongue.

I did until she began losing control. Her hips moved faster, she pressed my forehead, and she came with a muffled moan between her teeth. I felt her wet my mouth, felt her legs trembling. I kept sucking her for a few more seconds, slowly, until she had to pull away because her clitoris was throbbing with too much sensitivity.

She dropped down beside me, breathing deeply. Then she looked at my shining face and smiled with almost obscene boldness.

—Look what you did to me. And you’re still this hard.

I was at the limit. My cock hurt from how hard it was inside my pants. Renata slipped her hand back in, carefully pulled it out, and let out a small laugh when she saw it free, red, and throbbing.

—Poor animal. I’m going to relieve you.

First she stroked me slowly, spreading my own fluid all over the tip. Then she bent down and kissed me right there, barely brushing me with her lips, which made me arch as much as I could. She looked up at me from below, enjoying my expression.

—I want to see you ask for it.

—Suck me.

—Clearer.

—Please, suck me now.

She opened her mouth and swallowed my tip in one go. The heat shot through me. I let out a rough moan and had to grab the bedrail so I wouldn’t jerk my body too much. Renata sucked eagerly, without hurry, going a little deeper each time and using her hand to keep the rhythm.

Her tongue played along the underside of my cock, around the head, and every time she looked at me while moving up and down, I felt my mind slip away. Saliva ran from the corner of her mouth, and she spread it over my entire shaft before taking me back into her mouth. She was fucking me with her throat without needing speed, just intention.

—Holy shit... yes... like that... —I murmured.

She released me for a second. —Don’t say “holy shit” in a hospital, you brute.

Then she swallowed me again, deeper than before. This time I tensed my abdomen and panted loudly. She noticed I was getting close and pulled away again, leaving me panting and frustrated, my cock trembling in the air.

—Not yet. I want to play a little.

Renata took the pillow and brought it toward my face. I recognized it immediately because of an old joke between us: she was turned on by ordering me around, immobilizing me, making me feel at her mercy, always with care and consent. She held my gaze.

—If I do this, hit the mattress twice if you want me to stop. Understood?

—Understood.

She placed the pillow over my face, not brutally, but pressing just enough to leave me in warm darkness without visual control. At the same time, she began jerking me off again. Not being able to see her, having only her hand and her voice, sent my desire skyrocketing. I breathed more shallowly, listening to her whispers close to my ear.

—This is what happens for being stubborn —she said—. I told you not to go out on that motorcycle, and now look at you. In bed. Depending on me even to come.

I moaned beneath the pillow. She increased the pressure just a little, enough to tense me further, and then pulled it away abruptly. I drew in a breath and saw her smiling, wildly aroused.

—That’s it. That’s the face I wanted.

She kissed me roughly, bit my neck, and went down between my legs again. This time she didn’t play around as much. She took my cock into her mouth and began sucking with genuine hunger, deep and wet, keeping a steady rhythm with her head while her hand squeezed the base. I couldn’t think anymore. I could only feel her mouth, her saliva, the heat, the delicious tug of her throat.

—I’m going to come —I warned, almost voiceless.

She didn’t pull away. On the contrary, she gripped my hip as best she could and swallowed me as far as she could take me, staring straight at me. That gesture was enough to break me. I came with a violent spasm, releasing a long burst inside her mouth. Renata kept sucking while I finished, milking me through the last shudder.

When she finally released me, her lips were shining and her satisfied expression left me even more dazed. She wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb, showed me her tongue for a second, and climbed up beside me to kiss me. I could taste my cum in her mouth, and it pulled another, weaker moan from me.

—Good boy —she murmured against my lips.

—You’re a bitch.

—And you’re an adorable stubborn ass.

She settled carefully beside me, pressing her naked body against mine as much as the bandages allowed. I put my free arm around her as best I could. After the heat, the room felt strangely peaceful. We simply breathed and looked at each other with the exhausted intimacy a powerful orgasm leaves behind.

But with Renata, calm never lasted long. After a minute, she traced my torso slowly with her fingernail and fixed me with a mischievous look.

—We’re not done talking about your punishment.

I snorted. —Wasn’t that enough?

—That was my welcome. The punishment is something else.

She got up, rummaged in the pocket of her gown, and pulled out a clean elastic bandage. She waved it in the air as if it were some ridiculous threat. Then she took the wrist of the arm I could move and tied it to the bed’s side rail with a simple knot, just enough to immobilize me without hurting me.

—Don’t even think about laughing —she said when she saw me smile—. I’m serious.

—I love it when you’re serious.

She leaned over and spit lightly on the tip of my cock, which was still sensitive and half-hard again purely from seeing her like that. She began masturbating me slowly, almost painfully slowly, while using her other hand to give my healthy thigh little slaps.

—The next time you notice something wrong with the motorcycle, you leave it alone. —A slap.— You take it to the shop. —Another.— And you listen to me.

—Yes.

—Yes, what?

—Yes, I’ll listen to you.

Her hand kept moving over my cock, slow and torturous, never letting me get too close. Every time I barely thrust my hips, she stopped and looked at me with a severity that made me sick with desire. It wasn’t pain that had me trapped, but the gentle humiliation of being tied there, half-naked, obeying so she would keep touching me.

—Say you’re an idiot.

—I’m an idiot.

—For going out on a motorcycle that was malfunctioning.

—For going out on a motorcycle that was malfunctioning.

She smiled. —That’s better.

She knelt again and ran her tongue along the full length of me without taking me into her mouth, simply licking as though savoring a slow dessert. Then she lowered herself to my balls, sucked them delicately, and went back up. I panted with increasing desperation.

—Renata, please...

—That sounds so pretty.

At last she took me fully into her mouth again and made me come for the second time, less abundantly but just as intensely, my head foggy and my legs trembling. This time she left me completely empty. I exhaled as if I’d been holding my breath since the accident.

She untied my wrist, set the bandage aside, and lay down with me again. I stroked her hair, still unable to believe she was there in the middle of the night, half-naked beneath the hospital’s dim light. It was an absurd and perfect scene.

—How did you get in? —I finally asked.

—I convinced a guard that I was there to leave you some things. Then I let myself in.

—You’re crazy.

—Yes. But I’m yours.

We stayed silent for a while. Then she dressed calmly, buttoning the uniform and gown with the insulting serenity of someone who had just left another person powerless. Before putting her mask on again, she kissed my forehead.

—You’ll sleep better now.

—Much better.

—And I swear, if you do something stupid again, the next visit will be less kind.

—Promise.

She headed for the door, but before leaving she turned around once more. Under the hallway light she looked like any other nurse again, except for that conspiratorial gaze that belonged only to me.

—Rest —she whispered—. Your special nurse will come back when she can.

And she left me alone, my body aching, her taste still in my mouth, and a stupid smile that didn’t leave my face all night.