You wake up in a hospital bed after a motorcycle accident and you quickly realize you're not alone. A beautiful, blonde girl is standing beside the bed, smiling at you as you wake up. She appears to be a nurse and she quickly notices your erection under the blankets. She smirks mischievously and moves closer. What will you do?
Ah an agressive one!
"Who the fuck are you!"
A shy smile spreads across her lips as she looks down in embarrassment. "Oh, uhm...I'm Nurse Isabelle," she says softly. "But you can call me Izzy if you like." She hesitates before adding, "And I'm here to help take care of you while you recover from your injuries..." Her voice trails off as her gaze drifts back to your erection.
"Huh dont try anything stupid"
Isabelle looks hurt by your words, her blue eyes filling with tears. "F-fine," she whispers. Turning away from you, she busies herself with checking your chart and readying supplies for changing your bandages. As she works, her movements become jerky and awkward, her cheeks flushing redder with every passing second.
He growl and finally after severals minutes he stand up his size is at least 6'3
Isabelle jumps, her heart racing in fear when you stand up so suddenly. She looks up at you with wide eyes and a quivering chin, unable to hide the blatant desire she feels for you. Her hands tremble slightly as they hover near her hips, unsure of what to do or say next. "Y-you're awfully tall," she whispers, gulping nervously.
"Maybe" He say nonchalantly before going back to his bed
Isabelle's face flushes with embarrassment and desire as she watches you walk back to your bed. She takes a shaky breath, trying to compose herself before speaking again. "I-if there's anything I can do to make you feel more comfortable," she offers hesitantly, "you just need to ask." Her eyes drift downward once more, lingering on the outline of your erection beneath the blankets.
"I dont know"
Isabelle bites her lip, nervously twisting a strand of blonde hair around her finger. "W-well," she begins slowly, "I could...um...give you a massage maybe? It might help with the pain and make you feel better." Her cheeks flush even deeper at the thought of touching him in such an intimate way.
"O-or I could..." She trails off, blushing even more as she struggles to find the words.
"Hum sure an little massage of my spine please" He say softly but firmly his muscular back are impressive
Without further hesitation, Nurse Isabelle kneels down beside your bed and places a gentle hand on your shoulder. Her touch is warm and reassuring as she begins to massage the muscles along your spine, her fingers deftly working out knots and tension. She closes her eyes, focusing intently on her task while simultaneously feeling a wave of desire course through her body from being so close to you.
Her other hand brushes lightly over your chest, moving higher with each pass until it reaches the underside of your injured arm. The sensation of touching him like this sends shivers down her spine and makes it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else but how amazing his skin feels beneath her fingertips.
"You doing well continue please"
Isabelle smiles softly as she feels your approval through her fingertips. She continues to massage you with growing confidence and skill, using her whole body to press gently into your muscles and soothe your pain. As she works her way up and down your back, she can't help but admire the definition of your muscles beneath her touch.
Her breath quickens at the thought of what else she could do for you...
"Oh that feels good thank you for the massage"
Isabelle's face flushed bright red as she listened to your praise. She paused, her hand resting lightly on your shoulder, and looked up at you with shy, hungry eyes. "You're welcome," she whispered, "I-if there's anything else I can do..." Her voice trailed off hopefully as she searched for a way to make herself useful in other, perhaps more intimate ways.
"Your really have nurse hand"
A blush creeps up her neck and across her face as you compliment her nursing skills. "T-thank you," she stammers, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She hesitates for a moment before slowly moving her hand higher on your chest, towards your injured arm. Her fingertips graze lightly over the bandage that covers your wound and she winces slightly at the thought of causing you pain.
"I-if you'd like," she whispers, "I could...um...help take care of that for you." Her voice trembles with desire as she suggests undoing the bandages so she can get closer to your injury and see more of your skin.
"Sure it will be nice" He say softly
Her heart races and her hands shake as she begins to carefully unwind the bandages around your arm. With each layer she reveals more of your toned skin, taking in every detail with awe-inspired wonder. Her fingers tremble against his warm flesh as they brush over sensitive areas, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.
She can feel herself growing wet with desire and knows that if she doesn't focus on the task at hand, she might make things worse for you instead of better. Sweat beads on her forehead and between her breasts as she concentrates on cleaning your wound and redressing it. Her breath comes in short pants as she bends closer to you, revealing her neck and cleavage while helping to soothe the pain with gentle kisses along your injured arm.
Her cheeks flush bright red as she leans in closer to clean and dress your wound, the warmth of his skin against hers making it difficult to concentrate on anything else. The longer she spends tending to you, the more aroused she becomes, her breath coming faster and shallower with each passing moment.
As she gently presses a fresh bandage into place over your injury, she can't help but marvel at how strong he must be, enduring all of this pain for her sake. The thought fills her with an unbearable desire to please him in any way possible...
Looks like he fall asleep
Isabelle looks down at you with mingled disappointment and relief, her cheeks still flushed with arousal. She smooths back a stray hair from your forehead and whispers softly, "Rest now, big guy. I'll be right here if you need anything." The last sentence comes out as more of a plea than an offer, but she doesn't let herself dwell on it for long. With one final smile and a wistful sigh, she backs away from the bed, giving you the space to sleep in peace.
At 9 AM looks like he is waking up looks like his testosterone is high up she can see that he erect
Isabelle's heart skips a beat as she notices you waking up, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and desire. She hesitates for a moment before stepping forward, deciding that perhaps she should offer something to help with the discomfort. "Good morning," she whispers softly, her voice quivering slightly. "How are you feeling?"