Pay it forward - Sex Stories

Pay it forward

I'm not one for kiss and tell stories. But this just happened to me, and I have to tell somebody. I hope you don't mind but it's something I really shouldn't have done, and I feel quite conflicted about it. It's not like I can tell anyone I actually know, and I'd love your opinion.

Anyway, I don't know if it's always been this way, but there's something about being on a ward that brings out the worst in patients. I'm a junior nurse, mid 20s, trying to keep fit but with a lifestyle that doesn't help. I'll leave the rest to your imagination. I mainly do night work, because my situation makes it easier for me to go after the slightly better money.

The work can be hard and it can also be rewarding. But it can also, occasionally, be whatever in hell the opposite of rewarding is! I'm also what my momma used to call 'a little bit brown' which, these days, seems to rub some folks up wrong before I've even opened my mouth. I keep telling myself that I'm meeting these people at their worst, so I have to be at my best. That somehow gets me through.

Not that everyone is an asshole. Don't get me wrong, we do get some nice folk passing through. Real polite, understanding, and thankful that we're here to do our job. Which after all, is to mind them. Besides, the patients are only half the story. I could make your blood boil with tales about doctors and other nurses and administrators and the shit they bring down on us for what seems like no reason. Not that I'm complaining. I got ...

... a good job. I make ok money. Some days I get to help save people's lives or just make them feel better.

Johnson ward on a graveyard shift could be a heaven or hell shift depending on who you drew in terms of patients and other staff. On the night in question, it was mostly great. Teresa was senior nurse on call. She used the quiet time to catch up on stacks of paperwork in the small office. I spent my time divided between the nurses' station and the ward, doing my rounds like a prison guard. The ward itself had ten beds. This night, six were occupied. Two had left us unexpectedly. I'll say no more about that. Two more were due in first thing.

Somewhere in the very small hours, I noticed a light shining before I even stepped inside the ward. Last bed, modesty curtain drawn, a phone light shone in the dark room. Hardly disturbing the other snoring patients, but it's my job to check. I coughed lightly as I walked up to the curtain. I'm pretty sure I detected the unmistakable sound of someone pleasuring themselves.

"Hello." I said quietly. Then, with some trepidation, I pulled the curtain back a few inches. The patient was a man in his sixties. Recovering from a routine procedure. He'd be out in the morning, most likely. When I popped my head round, he was lying in the bed like nothing was happening, nonchalantly (too nonchalantly!) scrolling through Facebook on his phone.

"Hello." He replied warmly, smiling broadly. He looked slightly flushed, either from my sudden ...