Inpatient Care - Sex Stories

Inpatient Care

... their families, and the visitors and staff. The warm spring sun felt refreshing on his face. He sank into a lounge chair, drinking in the fragrance filled breezes, basking in the filtered sunlight that slipped past the wisteria covered arbor. "Howard. Howard." he heard the sweet voice call. He opened his eyes to find Monica standing in front of him, shading the sun from his eyes. "Hi again. Did I fall asleep again?" "Hello again Howard. I guess you did? You've been out here a couple of hours." "Wow!" he said, shaking the cobwebs from his head. "Since you gave me charge of your care, I figured I better come check on you. Ready to come back in?" she said extending her hand. "You're too kind to me." he said with a smile. "Besides, it's time for dinner and I don't want you falling asleep out here where someone might take advantage of you." "I should be so lucky." he laughed. Back inside his room, he ordered dinner, ate and kicked back in the recliner to watch TV. Monica knocked on the door, slipping in quietly after he failed to answer, finding him asleep in the recliner. "Howard." she whispered in his ear. "Can you hear me?" "Mmm hmmm." "Time for bed. C'mon, let me help you." She removed his shoes and socks, then pulled him to his feet. He stood like a zombie in front of her as she unbuttoned his shirt. She pulled his shirttails out slowly as she wrapped her arms around his waist. With her arms already around his exposed midsection, she pulled him into her, feeling the warmth ...

... of his body and his cock begin to stiffen against her tummy. She helped him walk to the bed. Standing him with his back to the bed, she unfastened his belt as she watched his face. A peaceful smile curled across his lips. Monica slipped her fingers inside the waistband searching for the button. She slipped it through the button hole, leaving only the zipper to protect him from her. Monica felt her heart pounding in her chest. Her pussy hungered for more than just his fingers and tongue. Her fingers trembled as she reached the pull on his zipper. She looked down at the enormous bulge beginning to fill in his pants. Her mouth watered thinking of how he had unloaded several wads of his thick syrup down her throat. She wanted more. She wanted to feel his seed splash deep inside her. His cock was straining to be released. She carefully slipped his pants over his hips, dropping them past his knees. The form hidden in his underwear looked like a Patriot missile readied for launch. She felt the tingle in her panties. Her fingers traced the waistband of his underwear. His cock twitched noticeably as her hand brushed across it. Sliding her fingers inside the elastic, she began lowering them. The elastic hung up on his large head, pulling it down. She leaned closer to his crotch, drinking in his aroma. Without warning, the underwear slipped over his cock and it sprang upward, hitting her in the face, making her yelp out loud. It bounced like a diving board. She bolted upright, staring ...