2 comments/ 28613 views/ 3 favorites Road to Recovery Ch. 01 By: PowerThruster He remembered that the road had been icy, however that was about it. When he awoke in the hospital he was told the car slid off the road, through the guardrail and down into the ravine. The only thing that kept him alive was his seat belt and the fact that the branch that went through his windshield missed his head by six inches. It was a week before the feeding tube was removed. When he was first able to speak all he could ask of his family and friends were about work, what they had been doing. He tried keeping the conversation to normal day to day items. He could see by the way they looked at him however that all they wanted to talk about was the accident, and if he was o.k. "Good morning Ken." Her name was Gerri. He found it greatly amusing that a nurse (an occupation of course that filled many of his fantasies) had such a name. It imbued sexiness without the person holding the name ever having to be sexy. "Good morning." He had developed a somewhat flirtatious in relationship with Gerri in the weeks he had been in the hospital. He enjoyed the company, and since he had still not been able to get out of bed and move around he also found it enjoyable to be waited on by someone who was far more attractive that anyone who had ever paid attention to him. She smiled at him with something more of a morning greeting. He could not help but notice the waft of her perfume as she leaned over him to check his I.V. She was wearing a skirt as well for the first time he had been able to recall. "Is that standard company dress? No need to dress all sexy on my account." He tried to play it coy, he had said far worse to her in his time at the hospital, but for some reason this one sentence seemed to catch her off guard. She looked down at him, and the look on her face caught him by surprise. She recovered after a moment of fumbling with the bag, "And who is to say I wore this for you? You're not the only cute patient I flirt with you know." She finished checking on him, and as she walked away she turned back and winked. He was overwhelmed with a feeling of helplessness. Was she toying with him? Was she just doing her job to keep his morale up? He hadn't pretended the flirtatiousness between the two of them, he knew that. She stopped in a few hours later to check on him. Walking in with a smile on her face looking at him in a way that scared him slightly. "I believe that it is time for your bath." She had changed into scrubs, and however less revealing they may be they seemed to turn him on more. He tried not to smile at this opportunity, and recalled the last time; rather embarrassingly that he had gotten a complete erection while she bathed him. She did not say anything at the time, but he could tell by the way she avoided the area that she felt uncomfortable. The part that had been killing him was why would a nurse, who had seen far more interesting things in her time than a random hard-on from a patient, have avoided the area; or not merely make a joke about it for that matter. "Well I guess if I have to be in any ones skilled hands, yours will have to do." "If last time is any evidence it is not just my skilled hands you are interested in." As she said this she leaned over him and her mouth came dangerously close to his neck, and just as he thought she was going to kiss him she said "ok lover boy, up and into the tub." "So are you trying to tell me something with what's going on down here?" They were about half way through his bath, and once again his dick was hard. "Uhh, I don't know what you mean." She had gotten close to his dick with her sponge but nothing had prepared him for her next move. He was sitting in the tub and she was behind him. She had gotten out of her scrubs and into a pair of shorts and a tank top. Far more revealing an outfit that his mind needed to wander. She trailed the sponge softly down his back, and then as she eased him back against the back of the tub she dropped the sponge into the water. "Oops." She said it a bit too mischievously for his liking. Her hand never left his body as it went fishing for the sponge. "I mean this." She said as she went right around the sponge floating in the water and pressed the head of his cock between her thumb and forefinger. He couldn't breathe for a split second as the overwhelming sensation of her touch came over him. She stroked his head for what felt like an eternity but what was most likely only about 30 seconds. "I'm sorry," she said "that was highly unprofessional of me." He could hear the almost mocking tone in her voice as she rubbed her chest against his back, he could feel her nipples hard against his skin through her shirt. "I don't know, I guess it depends on what services are covered by my HMO right?" Ken said, trying to keep an even keel in his voice. "Oh funny, well you wish this was covered. All done, time to dry you off and get you back into your room." She said with a joyous tone. He groaned loudly, not a groan that said fuck you, but a groan that said it had felt so good to be touched by a woman and had not wanted it to end. "What's wrong? I said it was time to dry you off. Stand up; I know you can do it." He had been going through physical therapy for his legs. He did not know if they would be the same after the accident, and did not want to make a fool out of himself in front of her. He grabbed onto the bars on each side of the tub and lifted himself up. Once standing he kept his arms flexed while holding the handles so that his legs would not give out on him. "Now, how about I finish what I started for you?" As she said this she crouched down in front of him and wrapped her full hand around the shaft of his cock and used the remaining suds from the water as a lubricant for her hand. "Now, this is a test." She said as she began to stroke his cock, "If you can keep standing until I am done, I tell the doctors that you need more physical therapy. If you can't then I tell them you are ready to head home. Understand?" He could not speak, he could barely think. All his focus went to his arms which had suffered severe atrophy in the time he had spent lying in his hospital bed. He looked down at her, stroking his cock, which she brought within an inch of her mouth, and upon making eye contact with him she smiled and moved her mouth to his stomach. Upon the first kiss she laid upon him he gave a shudder, upon the second he felt as though he was about to explode. "Slow down there trigger." She said as she relinquished her grip, and placed one more kiss on his stomach. "Although, we don't have much time left in here, maybe time is of the essence?" She looked into his eyes and as she wrapped her hand back around his cock and with each stroke quickened her pace without saying a word, his dick close enough to her mouth he could feel her tongue on his shaft. She didn't smile, she didn't wink, and she didn't speak. But the look on her face was one of craving, and at that moment he came. It was almost more than he could handle, but he held his arms as straight as he could, holding his body up as each shot of his cum landed on her chin, and cheek. His arms were shaking as she looked up at him one last time, gave his cock one last stroke and said the only thing that could have possibly been said at that moment. "Looks like you're not quite done with your physical therapy then." She walked away, when she came back her face was clean, she was back into her scrubs and her movements gave no indication as to what had just happened. She dried him off, placed a gown upon him and returned him to his room. Upon leaving she did not say a word, simply as she closed the door turned to him and gave him a wink. Road to Recovery Ch. 02 It had been three days since Kens close encounter with Gerri. All he had been able to think about was her, and the possibilities that had been opened up. In the short time he had been able to pull himself up, and with the help of a walker make his way to the bathroom located in his room. Each morning he awoke to an erection caused by dreams of being inside Gerri, and each morning he released his seed on what he sorely wished was her face... Instead flushing it down the toilet. He had not seen her since the incident after his bath. He didn't know if she was avoiding him, or had been fired. His answer came on the fourth morning, when awoke to a sweet scent in his face. When he opened his eyes he saw her smiling face. But it was a devilish smile, and he realized that she had tied both wrists to his bedposts, was completely naked, and had lifted his gown past his waist to expose his morning erection. "Looks like you're happy to see me." She said as she got onto the bed, straddled his stomach, arched back and moaned softly as she slipped a finger into her pussy. When she had slowly fucked her pussy with her finger for what Ken felt like forever she took it out and looked at him with that devilish smile once more. "Wanna taste?" And she brought her finger right to his lips, and just as he opened his mouth and moved it to her finger she pulled it away and sucked it dry herself. "I don't think you're ready yet." "Why are you doing this to me? I could have you fired!" "Oh now now, you want to fuck me way too much to get me fired." As she said this she began grinding her pussy on his stomach, leaving a trail of her juices on him. "You've been waking up every morning with quite a hard-on. I bet you've been dreaming about fucking my tight pussy haven't you? How do you fuck me in your dreams? Doggy-style? Missionary? Do you cum on my face? Ohhh..." She trailed off as she had once again slipped her finger into her pussy and was fucking herself once more. Ken was writing against his restraints trying to get at her. "If I wasn't tied up I'd make you pay for doing this to me." With that she stopped, however not removing her finger which was knuckle deep in her sweet smelling pussy. "Oh but you are tied up aren't you? And that means you can't do anything unless I allow you too doesn't it? And right now I'm having fun." With that she turned herself around, pointing her ass towards Kens face, while keeping it far enough away that he could not reach it with his outstretched tongue. "My pussy look good to you? Your cock would feel so good inside it if only I weren't having so much fun playing with you, seeing the pain you're going through." She licked the tip of his cock and he spasm-ed slightly at the pleasure. Her nails began scraping his balls slightly as she flicked his head several more times laughing the entire time at the pleasure she was gaining. "Tell me what you want to do to me. How hard do you want to fuck me?" She stood up on the bed, and with her feet on each side of Kens head stared down at him while fingering her clit. "I won't give you that pleasure. You're just getting off on seeing me squirm." She pouted and, and scowled at him. "Fine." And she slapped his hard cock and he screamed. If you won't tell me, then I will have to punish you, and she slapped it again, making him scream louder. "You would be hog-tied right now if I had it my way, and you would be begging me to stop fucking the back of your throat." She squatted right above his cock, a mere inch away and squealed as she stuck two fingers inside her. "Is that all you've got? I thought you wanted to punish me." She was moving up and down as if fucking his cock in mid-air. Ken tried thrusting his hips upward but could not reach her pussy as she moved away every time he tried. "I tell you what, if I let one hand free, and you promise you will not touch me, I will consider letting you play with me." He knew what she wanted, she wanted to see him jerk-off below him. He needed the release so bad he relented. "Ok, I promise." She laid on top of him, pushing herself towards his face brushing her tits along his stomach and chest and bringing her lips ever so close to his, and release his right hand. She stayed there for several seconds to see if he would make a move. When he didn't she giggled, and resumed her crouching position above his cock. "So what are you gonna do with your free hand stud?" He began stroking his cock, he didn't want to start to fast, he wanted to stare at her bald, wet pussy for as long as he could stand it. "That's right," she said as her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she sped up the strokes of her fingers. "you're fucking me in your mind right now aren't you? Punishing me for teasing you. Are you doing me doggy, spanking me, pulling my hair so that I squeal in a bit of pain." She was squealing a bit now, and Ken thought she was close to an orgasm herself. He had quickened his pace, he was turned on, angered and felt he was pathetic all at the same time. He wanted to punish her hard, make her pay for what she was doing but was not going to give her the satisfaction of planting any ideas in her mind. Even though he was pretty sure she wanted done to her exactly what he was fantasizing about doing to her. Her leg muscles were starting to quiver as she had been crouching so long, and was fucking her pussy with her index and middle finger on her right hand. She looked down at him jerking off and laughed mockingly at him. "You're so cute wanking your cock thinking about what it would feel like in my pussy, ohhhhhhh, you can't even make me pay for being the bitch I am, ohhhh god." He was imagining all the ways he wanted to punish her, leave her in tears when it happened. A shot of cum erupted from his cock and landed on his stomach, then another and another and he could not help but release a loud groan he only hoped someone in the hallway would not hear. "Gooood boy, oh goood boy... Ohhh godddd!" She fell backward and fucked her pussy while biting down on her free hand. Her entire body convulsing on the bed in what Ken could not decide was a series of orgasms, or one long one. He was turned on by the display, pined to take control and wretched at the fact he was tied down. She lay back for a few minutes catching her breath before she rolled off the bed. She untied him, knowing Ken would not make a move towards her. She pulled on her scrubs, and as she walked out the door smiled and said, "By the way, just in case you were wondering, I never wear panties." He gritted his teeth, rolled over and tried to get some rest. He didn't bother wiping his cum off himself, it made him feel dirty, and he wanted to know the feeling so that he could make her feel the same way.