I was in hospital for a minor operation, just to straighten a finger I'd smashed in an accident at work. For some strange reason, the nurse while getting me ready for the op told me I'd have to stay in overnight. I'd not planned for this so I'd brought no stay-over things. I thought little more of it as I went to sleep from the anesthetic.
When I awoke, I was in a small room with the door closed. I was dressed in one of those silly hospital gowns β and I had a huge erection! I wondered why but didn't have much time to think as one of the nurses came in right at that moment.
"It's OK, Mr. Jones," she said sweetly, "We saw you coming round from the anesthetic. Is there anything you need?"
"Can I have my cell phone. I'd like to call my wife," I replied, looking around for the first time. I noticed that the nurse was well built, with quite large breasts which were encased in a black bra visible through her almost transparent working clothes. She wasn't the sort who would usually turn me on, but my erect cock would not go down. She looked at it and grinned.
"It's an effect of that anesthetic," she giggled. "Sometimes we have to help to relieve it."
I laughed, not quite sure what she meant. I didn't want any further medical treatment.
"I'll leave a note for the night nurse to check on you later and to help you if you want her to. OK?" she smiled sweetly.
"Fine," I managed to murmur as her sexy butt swayed out of the room.
Just before she closed the door, I called out, "Could I have something to eat, please?"
She looked back in, grinning.
"Sure, anything special or just the usual hospital stuff?"
"I'm not bothered. Just something to take away the hunger pains," I replied.
"Another side effect of that anesthetic. It makes men so hungry," she grinned sexily and closed the door behind her.
While she was away, I tried everything I could to calm my erection down, but to no avail. Even talking about serious things to my wife had no effect. I didn't dare mention my predicament to her as she'd have left work immediately to come and 'help'!!
Dinner was served by a less than attractive older nurse, but even her presence did not allow me to calm down. My cock was super-erect and throbbing painfully. It was actually a delicious feeling, probably something like Viagra. I'm normally a very horny guy, but I'd never felt anything quite like this. I wondered whether to call up the nurse.
I did manage to get an hour's sleep that evening, but when I awoke, my cock was still as hard. I attempted to go to the bathroom, but failed miserably to eject and urine. This was getting serious β my bladder was quite full and I wondered w long I would have to wait before my cock went limp.
I was watching TV sometime later when the room door opened. I looked down to see that I'd uncovered my cock and my hand was grasped round the solid shaft, idly stroking it. The nurse who came into the room just grinned.
"Still there, is it, Mr. Jones?" she said in a matter-of-fact voice.
"I can't go to the toilet!" I managed to mumble as I released my cock and tried to cover up.
"It's OK. We've been watching you stroking that big cock for an hour or so. It's amazing you haven't cum yet!"
"Who is 'we' and where have you been watching me from?" I asked incredulously.
"Oh, just the nurses, from the canteen room," she smiled, looking closely at my hard shaft.
"How many of you?" I gulped.
"Four of us. Your afternoon nurse stayed on hoping she'd see you spurt. Now there's just three of us. One is not your type, but you might like the other one. Would you like me to call her?"
"It's OK," I replied, "I think."
I lie quite still while this lovely looking nurse tidied up my dinner things and placed the tray on the cabinet. She had shoulder-length quite wavy, even curly, hair, tied behind her head. She had an almost perfect figure for her height and I could just imagine the curves beneath her flimsy hospital gown. Her smile was enthralling and I could feel my heart-rate climbing.
"Now," she said excitedly, "let's see what I can do to help. Just shout if you want me to stop. OK?"
"What exactly are you going to do?" I asked, not believing that this was really happening to me.
"Well first, I'm going to give your gorgeous cock a long gentle wash in warm water, with this soft cloth. Then...." Her voice trailed off as she began to bathe my throbbing shaft.
It was like ecstasy β only my wife before had ever tenderly washed my cock, and never when it was this erect. It was an awesome feeling to have a complete stranger, beautiful though she was, doing such an intimate thing for me. I groaned deeply and she giggled.
"If that feels as good to you as it does to me, then I'm happy," she grinned.
"Oh, it feels more than good!" I murmured, watching her soft hands expertly stroking my cock shaft and washing the swollen head with that very soft cloth.
Agony and ecstasy were mingled. Agony that my cock ached in such an erect state, ecstasy because she was creating amazing feelings deep inside my always horny body.
"Do you often get this hard, Mr. Jones?" she looked at me with a twinkle in her eye.