Rachel was excited. It was the first day of her clinical training. The first two years of nursing school was all classroom instruction and no had direct patient care. Instruction on anatomy, chemistry, psychology and some medical treatments was all she was familiar. She was desperate to work directly with the patients.
She and her classmates were going to go onto the orthopedic floor to aid patients but did not know what their duties would be.
Rachel was hoping for a male patient. She felt that if she could get over the awkwardness of helping a male patient, that would give her more self confidence and valuable experience.
Ms.. Towns was her supervisor. She was a tough but fair instructor. All of the students went up to the floor together. Ms.. Towns had picked out the patients that her students would aid, based on how they were recovering.
Ms.. Towns said, "Rachel, I hope you don't mind that I had to give you a male patient." "Oh, no, I don't mind at all," Rachel replied. "Which room is my patient in?"
"You will have Mr.. Jones in room 450," stated Ms.. Town.
All of the students went to the nurse's station to read the chart of their patient. They were instructed to see why their patient was in the hospital.
Mr.. Jones was 26, and hospitalized because of two badly injured legs, one being broken as well two sore arms. He injured his legs in a skiing accident.
Rachel checked in with Mr.. Jones. "Come in," she heard a deep voice say.
"Hi Mr.. Jones," Rachel said as she walked in to the room. She walked around the curtain that was pulled to look at her patient.
"Hi," Mr.. Jones replied. "You must be my student nurse."
"Yes. I am. My name's Rachel." How can I help you? Is there anything you need?
Rachel was a proud, graceful and well brought up girl. She was pretty, had a gorgeous face, with high cheek bones and light brown eyes. She was about 5 ft 7 inches, with a dark tan, flat stomach, thin frame, and best of all had great legs. Most strikingly about her was her large chest, to a male anyway. But she was inexperienced.
"Wow," Mr.. Jones said to himself.
Mr.. Jones, was about 5 ft 8 inches tall, had blue eyes, short brown hair with a large muscular frame.
"I've been told by my instructor to ask you if you needed anything, or I could help in any way" she said.
"Well, could you fluff my pillow?" he asks. "No problem," Rachel says. She reached over his head and leaned over him, her chest is only inches above his head. I bet if I stick out my tongue I'd be able to lick her nipple, he says to himself. He also gets a flash of her cleavage through the top of her uniform.
"Man, she is lovely," he says to himself.
Mr. Jones then tells her that he was scheduled for a bath, but didn't knowif she could do it or if he should wait for his other nurse.
At first she refuses, never having done this before
She relents after thinking that's what she is here for, to gain experience.
"OK, I'll clean you up, but please be patient this is my first time doing this," Rachel said hesitantly.
Mr. Jones thin cotton hospital gown was covering his stomach, but his rightleg was sticking out. His right leg was in a cast from his upper thigh to mid calf.
"Now for that bath, right?"
"Tell me if this water is hot enough" Rachel asked. As she let the water run, Rachel cleared off the bedside table so she would have room for the basin and towels. She put the soap on the table, along with a washcloth. Rachel then went to the bathroom and began filling the basin with hot water.
"Is this warm enough?" she asked.
Mr. Jones dipped his finger in the water and said, "Fine." "Though before you start, how exactly are you going to do this?"
Rachel was a little nervous.
"OK," Rachel said. "First I'll use the washcloth to wash your face, and then take off your gown and cover your chest with a towel. I'll first wash the left half of your chest, your arm and then rinse and dry that area, repeating this on your right side. I would then help you to roll over onto your left and right side so I can wash, rinse then dry your back.
"Is that O.K.,," Rachel said
"That's great, no problem," Mr. Jones said
Rachel was still a little nervous, but did just what she told Mr. Jones. She wet the washcloth and gently washed Mr. Jones face, eyes, and then washed behind his ears. Once she finished with his face, she soaped up the cloth and cleaned his chest, arms, and back.
Rachel helped roll Mr. Jones onto his back and covered his chest with a dry towel. She poured out the dirty water and filled the basin with clean hot water. As she waited for the basin to fill, she told Mr. Jones that she would have to pull down the covers now to wash the his legs and feet. Then he could wash his own private area.
Rachel brought the basin of water over to bedside table and began soaping the washcloth again. She pushed the covers off his right leg, keeping his private area covered.
"God, she is pretty." "I wonder what it would be like to be with her," Mr. Jones said to himself. Being so young, pretty and eager to help out the less fortunate, set his mind racing.
Because of the cast, she could only wash the lower part of his leg and feet. She rinsed and dried both legs, leaving the towel on them for warmth.
Rachel covered, then pulled the covers back from his groin and stopped.
"I'll give you your privacy to wash your private area, and step behind the curtain," Rachel told him.
He knew this was too good a situation to pass up and innocently asks, "Well, um, uh, I'm sorry but I think your going to have to wash this area for me," Mr. Jones said, "My arms are also very sore and hard to move."
Mr. Jones also complained to Rachel of itching, burning and irritation from materials used to make his cast, that are broken off around his groin and attached to his "member."
Rachel felt very awkward when told this and muttered, "Excuse me?" She felt a little flushed at the thought of cleaning a grown man's private area. She had studied male and female anatomy and was instructed to approach the care of the medical condition dispassionately. This did not mean a nurse should be neglectful to the patients needs or feelings, but that a nurse should not get too emotionally involved with their care. She just had a hard time separating what she has learned academically and her personal feelings.
She paused. But then agreed to wash him. After all, he was injured and she was a nurse and needed the experience. "Be a professional," she told herself.
"OK, ready, I'm going to wash you"
"When ever your ready Rachel," Mr. Jones replied.
As she pulled the gown away from his groin, it seemed to get a little caught on his manhood. She lifted his gown a little exposing his groin. Mr. Jones was well endowed. Rachel gasped at the size of his penis.
She began with the area around his penis, picking pieces of plaster out from around his groin.
Rachel asks, "Mr. Jones, isn't it hot in here, god I'm sweating."
She raises her hands above, then behind her head. Leaning her head back and stretching. Her flat, deeply tanned stomach was revealed as well as the contours of her large chest. God, to be able to see those tits up close, Mr. Jones wondered.
Mr. Jones stared intently at her face, chest and delicate fingers as she manipulates him. After a few minutes, Rachel's gestures caused the arousal of Mr. Jones penis. He becomes semi-erect.
"I'm sorry, I he can't help it. Please understand," Mr. Jones pleads.
Rachel stops, says "No more."
"I'm sorry, but you can't stop, it still hurts." "Your a professional and should understand why this can happen," he explains.
