She liked watching him. He was cute and muscular. She would check on him for no reason just to get a moment to chat with him. She wanted him so bad it made her pussy ache. She would flirt and laugh and joke, but nothing ever happened. He never asked for her number, he never tried anything. Didn't he want her? Didn't get all her signals? She was steadily going crazy, he would be leaving soon, he was healthy again and soon he would be gone. She wouldn't let that happen, the next chance she got she would pull out all the stops. She made a deal with another nurse friend; she would work the next few weekends for her if she could have his sponge bath. She would get her hands on his body and have him begging for her. She smiled to herself; she could be so devious sometimes. But she ALWAYS got what she wanted. And she wanted him bad.
It was about 7 o clock; she stepped into his room and locked the door behind her.
"Hello, how are you feeling today?" She asked with a smile on her face. Her pussy was already getting wet.