Personal Professionals Vol. 5: The Head Nurse - Sex Stories

Personal Professionals Vol. 5: The Head Nurse

"Ough..." I groaned. I wasn't sure where I was, but I knew I was thirsty and uncomfortable. I opened my eyes slowly, wincing at the bright fluorescent lights above me. I was laying in a stiff, uncomfortable white bed with what appeared to be an IV coming out of my arm. That's when it all came back to me. The accident. Another accident. My whole body was aching, especially my head. I tried lifting my non-IV'ed arm, only to find it in a cast. Wincing against the sting of the IV, I gingerly touched my head with the other hand, finding a thick layer of bandaging around it. "Ow..." I moaned softly, attempting to sit up a little. "Hello?" I called. My voice was hoarse and my throat dry. Noticing the call button by my side, I pressed it, hoping someone would come quickly. "Mister Porter, glad to see you're awake." I opened my eyes at the sound of her soft voice. I felt my jaw drop. Standing before me in a pair scrubs was quite possibly the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She had tanned, brown skin and long, dark hair flowing down her back in a simple ponytail. Under her scrubs, I could see a fit, curvy body. She had full, pouty lips I immediately wanted to feel against my own. But my gaze stopped dead at her deep, dark brown eyes. "Sir?" she asked again, removing me from my trance. "Wha-?" I rasped. "Sorry..." I coughed dryly. "Here, let me get you some water," she hustled over next to the bed and held a cup of ice water up to my lips. Heavenly. I'll admit I practically ...

... inhaled the water. Meanwhile, the nurse kept on talking. "You were in a pretty bad accident and you've got twenty-two stitches in your forehead, and your left tibia is severely fractured and you pretty well snapped your right humerus, but the doctor is expecting you to make a full recovery. I'm Ariel, by the way. I'll be around, so if you need anything, the other nurses and I are here for you." Finally able to speak normally again, I took a breath. "Thank you. I needed that." Smiling, I attempted to sit up. Bad idea. I winced and fell back against the pillow with a strangled yelp. "My back... ooh, my back..." I groaned. "Ooh, don't try to move to much. You've probably got some pretty bad whiplash, so just try to relax, Mister Porter." "Jackson," I said. "But my friends call me Jex." "Well just try to rest, Jex." she smiled kindly and held up the bed remote. "Were you wanting to sit up some?" "Yes, please." Once that was settled and I was semi-comfortable, Ariel promised to come back later and went about her rounds. Meanwhile, I watched her perfect ass sway as she walked out of the room. "Damn, she's fine..." I whispered to myself. I could feel myself stiffening under the thin hospital gown. "Well, at least that's still working," I chuckled. I considered rubbing one out, but I was still pretty loopy from the medicine they were pumping into me, plus the lack of arm mobility, so instead I opted for more sleep. I closed my eyes and leaned back against the pillow, immediately drifting ...