My first ever attempt at a story. Very short and sweet, and pure fantasy. I am the first to admit that dialogue is not my strongest area, so I tend to gloss over the talky bits...
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I was going home tomorrow. The minor operation had been a success, and my wife was coming to pick me up in the morning. It was just after lunchtime, and I was as bored as it was only possible to get in hospital. Don't get me wrong, it was a nice hospital. The company I worked for gave all their salaried employees private medical insurance as part of their benefits package, so when a niggling problem (I won't bore you with the grisly details) had started playing up, I had taken advantage and "gone private". The food was much better, and you got a private room. In many ways it was very like a simple hotel room, except instead of a normal bed there was a hospital bed, and behind the headboard was all manner of pipes and plumbing for the more serious patients.
I had been making a nuisance of myself with the nurses since I arrived, flirting outrageously whenever my wife wasn't visiting, and generally trying to find something to stave off boredom when I couldn't face reading any more. In the afternoons, daytime TV went into in its usual "housewives choice" mode that meant there was absolutely nothing for a red-blooded bloke to watch. There's only so much "Loose Women", "cash in the attic", and "Sixty Minute Makeover" that a man can stand!
The knock at my door came as something of a surprise. I hadn't rung for a nurse, and I wasn't expecting anything at this time.
"Come in?" I called, curious.
There was a slight rustling outside for a few seconds that I thought sounded a bit like somebody taking off a coat or something, then the door opened. My jaw hit the floor. It was one of the nurses I had been flirting with this morning, her name-tag said "Claire Jones". I hadn't taken any specific notice of her over the others, although I had thought she was perhaps slightly prettier -- but with no makeup and the same drab and unflattering uniform, it was always difficult to tell.
She was in a nurse's uniform now too, but not like any I had ever seen in a hospital before. It was a white PVC micro-mini-dress, very short, cut very low at the front, and very shiny. Almost like a fancy-dress costume, and extremely slutty! White fishnet stockings, with lace stocking tops, were clearly visible below the very short skirt, and as she walked, each step revealed a flash of suspender and bare leg above the stocking-top. She wore shiny white patent court shoes with full six-inch high stiletto heels and sexy little ankle straps, that emphasised her slim ankles and made her wiggle alluringly when she walked.
She wore dramatic makeup that made me want to look at her all day like a classic painting. A beautiful ruby-red lipstick had been applied generously, and made her mouth look enticingly kissable. Her eyes were made up very simply, with some subtle silver-grey eye-shadow, and a dramatic curve of generous eyeliner all around the eye and on the waterline then swept out in a wide cat-flick to the sides, plus lots of beautiful black mascara to make her eyes really stand out above those perfect red pouting lips.
Her long blonde hair, which I had normally seen confined in a tight and shapeless bun and then held in place beneath the standard nurse's cap was now hanging long and loose across her shoulders, with a small PVC nurse's hat to match her mini-dress. The difference to this morning was unbelievable. If I had had any idea that she could look this good, I would have been far more intimidated, thinking her not even in my league, and beyond even flirting. I was getting hard just looking at her, and suddenly starting to feel quite vulnerable in my hospital bed, wearing nothing but the regulation hospital gown that tied up the back.
She closed the door behind her, and pressed the button to turn on the light outside that indicated I wasn't to be disturbed before she said a word.
"Well now Mr Smith," she said, all business-like (all names have been changed to protect the not-so innocent), "it looks like you have a nasty swelling there." And she looked pointedly at my slowly growing bulge under the sheets. "We'll have to do something about that, won't we?"
"W-w-what did you have in mind?" I gulped.
She didn't say anything, but came up to the bedside, walking easily on the six-inch needle-thin heels, her hips swaying provocatively as she moved, stocking-tops flashing with each step. She grabbed quickly at my still hardening cock through the sheet before I could react.
