The middle of the 11 to 7 shift was usually quiet in Lincoln Hospital. As a very expensive private hospital, the rules were strict. No colorful smocks or pant suits for the nurses. The Administrator insisted on the traditional white uniforms, stockings, and caps. Decorum was the order of the day, and insisted upon by the hospitals wealthy and often famous patients.
Only the dim lights and softly beeping monitors were signs that there were patients on the Sixth Floor. It was a slow night, with only one-third of the rooms in the Orthopedics service being occupied. With the charts finished, and all the patients quiet, the head nurse took a break and left the two students in charge.
"Did you check out that hunk in 637?" asked Marnie. "I think he's a college football player. It looks like he injured his foot, and they are operating on it tomorrow. He's luck to have a double room with no roommate."
"Yeah, he's a big guy, for sure," answered Joann.
"You've got that right. But have you checked on him lately?"
"Why should I? I'm sure he's OK. The monitors are all normal"
"Trust me, it's worth a walk down the hall."
Joann reluctantly walked down to 637 and quietly entered the room. In the dim night-light she could see that the patient had let his gown slide up his thighs. Peeking out was the biggest cock she had ever seen.
"Oh, my God," she said to herself, "That must be what Marnie was talking about."
Marnie was waiting for her return with a smirk on her face.
"Isn't that awesome? I wonder what it would look like if he had a hard on?"
"You'll never know," replied Joann. "But it would be sight to see. It's as thick as my wrist, and must be ten inches long to peek out of his gown the way it does."
"I have an idea, but you can't tell anyone. Promise?"
"Scouts honor, but what are you talking about?"
"Come with me, and keep very quiet."
Marnie entered the room and leaned over the bed, with her mouth just inches away from the head of his cock.
"Watch this," she whispered.
She began very gently blowing soft, warm breaths at his cock head. It seemed to do the trick, since his cock first twitched, and then began to rise like a drawbridge. His breaths were still steady, and he seemed to be sleeping soundly.
"I've never even imagined anything like that," Joann whispered quietly. "We'd better get our butts out of here in case he wakes up. Can you imagine what that thing would feel like in your pussy?"
"I sure have, and I can feel my panties getting wet already."
When they got back to the nurse's station, Joann excused herself and left Marnie alone. She couldn't get that monster cock out of her mind, and slid her hand up under her stiff white uniform skirt. When she touched her clit through her panties, she could feel waves of excitement pulsing through her body. She really wanted to see that again, but when she heard Joann's returning footsteps, she quickly picked up a chart and pretended she had been looking through it.
"Cover for me, will you? I've got some things I need to do."
The thought of that cock was drawing her back to 637. When she entered the room, she waited very quietly to be sure he was asleep. His cock, now limp, was lying fully exposed against his thigh.
Once again, she started to breathe on the tip of his cock, with the same rewarding results as before. This time, she was shocked to realize that he wasn't asleep, as she had thought.
"Go ahead and touch it, it you want. You seemed to enjoy its company last time."
She tentatively wrapped her fingers around it, and gave it a gentle squeeze.
