Nikki in Sperm Hospital

Somehow, I had spent over 38 years driving without even a fender bender. No wrecks. No swerving into something off the road. Nothing that even brought a scratch to any of my vehicles. But no matter how careful and defensive I drive, I couldn’t avoid the semi that plowed into me.

“Sir, can you tell me your name?”

I was confused. Was it from the abuse my head received in the wreck, or that I could barely hear the EMT over the cry of the siren?

“Can you tell me your name?” the EMT asked, louder this time after seeing the confusion on my face. Surely, they looked at my wallet or the registration of my car, right?

“Rich. Don’t you know this?”

“Sir, I need your full name,” she shouted back.

“Richard Nelson.” My head was pounding, and it didn’t help when she shone the flashlight in my eyes. But it helped my understanding. She was checking for a concussion.

“Mr. Nelson, I’m checking you for signs of a concussion. You hit your head pretty hard. You have other injuries, too. Do you know where you are?”

“Yes. I’m the lead actor in a movie, and you’re the actress playing the pretty EMT.” I smiled at the look of confusion now on her face. “I’m just kidding. Yes, I know I was in an accident and that I’m in an ambulance.”

“Very funny,” she said, smiling. “You’re really very lucky. I know you were knocked out, but it took some time to get you out of your car. It could have been much worse.”

“I don’t feel very lucky.” I’m usually tolerant of pain, but my whole left side felt crushed. “But I’m lucky to have a beautiful angel watching over me right now.”

She smiled again. “Your left leg is broken, as is your left wrist, and here you are flirting,” she said through her smile. “They’ll do further test at the hospital, but I do believe you’re clear of a concussion. That, alone, is a miracle. But you really are lucky to be alive, sir.”

I glanced at the badge she was wearing. “Amber, thank you for helping me. I wasn’t trying to be creepy; I like to diffuse tense situations.”

“I certainly didn’t take it that way, Mr. Nelson. It was flattering. I’m very thankful you’re okay. The emergency room is slow tonight. Middle of the night in the middle of the week usually is. Hopefully, they can get X-rays taken quickly and get you comfortable.”

Less than a minute later, we pulled into the circular drive outside of the E.R. Amber and her partner got me checked in quickly.

“Good luck, Mr. Nelson,” said Amber, her smile distracting me from the pain.

“Mr. Nelson, we will get you into radiology quickly to see what the damage is, and then we will get you to a room to get cleaned up and get you some medicine to rest,” said the voice coming from behind my head as I was being wheeled down the hallway. “We will take good care of you.” I hope she was telling the truth.

Thankfully, they were able to get X-rays quickly. The staff was able to put an air cast on my leg and wrist, stabilizing the breaks until the orthopedic surgeon could see them first thing in the morning. The hospital was incredibly quiet this time of night. When they brought me to the third floor, I could see that most rooms were empty. I just wanted to rest.

“Do you need help, Nic,” I heard one of the nurses ask the other.

“Just help me get him moved to his bed, and I can take it from there,” said the taller one. “We’re so short tonight, you need to head back to the desk in case any other patients need help.” The taller one also seemed to be in charge.

“Mr. Nelson, my name is Nicole. This is Jessica. We are the nurses on the floor, and I promise we will take good care of you.” She was stunning. I’ve always been a sucker for tall women, and Nicole certainly checked off that box. Her face was beautiful, with chin-length light brown hair that framed it perfectly. I’m also a sucker for a great chest, and her breasts looked absolutely superb pressed tight against the scrubs.

“I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck,” I said. They both stopped, looked at each other, wondering why the chart said no signs of a concussion. As Jessica, gorgeous as well, reached for the chart to double-check, I said, “I’m kidding, ladies. I know I was hit by a truck. Unfortunately, I remember things too clearly.

They both relaxed and smiled. “Are you going to give us a hard time, Mr. Nelson?” Nicole asked, laying a comforting hand on my chest. “Jessica is going to help me transfer you to this bed, and then I’ll get you cleaned up and get you something for pain. They already cut your clothes to check your injuries and to take X-rays, so I’ll just cut them off after we transfer you.”

“But this was my lucky shirt,” I smarmily replied.

“I believe you used up all of the luck it had,” replied Nicole.

With what little help I could provide, Nicole and Jessica transferred me without too much pain. “Thanks, Jess. I’ll take it from here.”

“Just call me if you need me.”

When the door shut, I asked, “Can we turn the lights down? They’re not mixing well with this pain bouncing around in my head.”

“Unfortunately, I need it on so that I can make sure I don’t hurt you as I cut these clothes off. I also need some light to clean you up.”

I smiled. “Good point. I don’t need you to cut something permanent off me.”

“Very funny,” she said, smiling back. “I haven’t had that happen. Yet.” She was adorable. More than adorable. She was sexy. I pegged her for early 30’s, but she had a confidence and maturity that made her seem a little older. I was always bad at judging ages on women. “Let’s start with your shirt. I’ll do my best to move you very little.”

She cut the shirt in three different spots. She didn’t want to pull the sleeve over my broken wrist, and she didn’t want me sitting up much at all. This clearly wasn’t her first rodeo. “Cuts on the head bleed a lot, but I’ll make sure I get it all off of you. I was worried there was a chest injury with so much blood, but your upper body looks great.”

“Well, I do work out a lot.” Still flirting. No telling what I might say once she gives me some drugs.

“Well, I meant that it looks injury-free. But yes, it is certainly obvious you take good care of yourself.” Her eyes lingered on me a little longer than I expected them to, but I didn’t mind.

“These injuries will set me back a bit on my workouts.”

“They will, but I expect you can afford to miss a little time.” Nicole noticed she was staring too long. “So, um, I noticed your chart said you aren’t married. Is there a girlfriend or significant other we can notify that you’re here?”

“Nobody special, no.”

She smiled. “I’m sorry.” Her smile made it seem like she was happy I was single, but maybe it was just her comforting bedside manner.

“It’s a choice. I still have plenty of fun.”

“Oh, I’m sure. I mean, well, sorry. That came out wrong.” She removed the final pieces of what was left of my shirt. “Now let’s get these pants off.”

“My, my, nurse Nicole. That seemed to come out wrong as well.” We both erupted in laughter.

“I will say that I certainly didn’t expect you to be in such a good mood after such a serious accident. Thank you for not making fun of me.” She looked in my eyes as she slowly removed my belt. Maybe it was the pain in my head, but I couldn’t tell if this was just normal or if she was flirting. I chalked it up to just how good she was at making patients feel at ease.

I noticed a solid band on the ring finger of her left hand as she slid my belt off. “How does your husband like you working the night shift?” Wait, why am I getting personal with her? Flirting was normal for me, but I don’t push the boundaries normally.

“How do you know it’s not my wife?” she said, laughing. “I’m kidding. Honestly, he hates it, but that’s mostly because he has to get our two boys ready for bed. I’m normally on days, but we are so shorthanded, I volunteered to come in.”

“Lucky me,” I said, as she unzipped my pants. She had cut up the left side of the pants, making it easier to slide them off my unharmed right leg. As much pain as I was in, or should be in, there was something exotic about her undressing me.

Nicole paused as she pulled the pants down past my groin, my boxer briefs tight and revealing. She took a deep breath as her gaze lingered longer than what was likely normal. But is there a normal for this?

“This might be a bit embarrassing for you, but I need to cut your underwear off, too. I’d pull a sheet over you, but we don’t want to cut somewhere unintended,” she laughed.

“Yeah, I’d prefer your perfect streak of not cutting things off to remain!” We both laughed.

She eyed my groin again, and if I would have blinked, I would have missed the slight bite of her bottom lip. There was little hiding what was currently behind the briefs, and it would be unleashed soon enough. “Let me cut the left side away, and I’ll slide them down the same way I did your pants.”

“You’re the pro.” Standing on the left side of the bed, she used her right hand to cut the underwear while her left hand held the waistband, her knuckles brushing up against my cock.

It jumped. I didn’t know if she did it on purpose or not, but I certainly didn’t mind.

She changed sides of the bed, and she started pulling the underwear down, her eyes fixated on what was behind them. As she pulled them down, revealing a slightly engorged cock, she glanced quickly at my eyes, mine already staring into hers. She took a very deep breath in, her perfect tits heaving up and down with the breath.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Nelson. I’ll pull a sheet up to your waist in a minute.”

“Oh, it’s perfectly fine. And it’s Rich, not Mr. Nelson.”

“I will need to clean you up. The doctor may want to do surgery, so we need to freshen you up.”

“So, a sponge bath?” I had a naughty smile on my face, but she wasn’t looking there.

“Oh, um, well, yes. We don’t, um, really call it that, but yes, I need to bathe you.” Her eyes finally met mine. I had a feeling I’d enjoy this. I had a feeling she might enjoy it too.

“I showered much earlier today, but I do feel a little dirty.”

“Are you cold?” Nicole glanced up and down, pausing briefly on my semi-hard cock. “It doesn’t appear you are.”

“I’m perfect.”

“Let me get what I need, and I’ll get started.” She grabbed items from a cabinet and filled a container with water. She pulled the curtain to surround my bed, at least providing me some privacy in the unlikely event Jessica or someone else entered the room.

She started at my head. She was gentle. Slow. I stared into her eyes, and she focused on the work at hand. I smelled her perfume, her beautiful face within a foot of mine. I studied her perfect features, memorizing every part of her face. She glanced into my eyes and smiled. I glanced past her face to where her large tits pushed against her scrubs. They were inches from my rib cage.

She was so fucking gorgeous.

“Are you okay? I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“I’m perfect. You’re perfect. I don’t believe you could hurt me.”

She smiled again. She continued with my head, mostly the wound from where all the blood came from. Then my face. The way she touched me was electric. Erotic even. The warm water felt good, but not nearly as good as her hands touching my flesh. There’s no way she couldn’t feel something, and she seemed to be fighting against whatever she felt, trying not to look in my eyes.

When her eyes finally met mine, I smiled. Not in a goofy way. Not in a way where something was hilarious. This was a smile of pleasure. This was a smile of satisfaction. She returned the same smile to me. It was genuine.

She then washed over my torso and arms. She focused on the muscles of my arms and chest first, spending time washing and caressing them. It felt good. Very good. But I was ready for her to work her way lower.

She made it to my abs, and I felt an admiration coming from her hands. Her washing slowed down as she spent more time feeling how tight they were. Her hands were moving from the top of my ribcage down to my hip bones. The water was warm, but her hands were on fire. It made my skin tingle in a way it hadn’t in some time.

I knew this was her job, and she was a professional. And while I sensed she was getting some joy out of this, I knew she wouldn’t cross a line. I had a great dating life, but I pulled away from dating over the last year due to increasing demands with my company. And while it had been a while since I’d been with a woman, it had been much longer since one pampered me in the way Nicole was. It was always my job, at least in my mind, to do the pampering.

She had stopped touching me, and I realized I had closed my eyes, taking in the enjoyment of my first sponge bath. When I opened them, she was looking at my cock.

“I need to, um, wash, um,” she stammered, unable to finish the thought.

“Wash me there?” I asked, smiling.

“Um, yes,” she said, biting her bottom lip again.

“Then just say it. Say where you need to wash me.”

She looked at me, confused, taking another deep breath.

“Yes, um, I need to, um, wash your…”

“My cock?”

“Oh, my. Yes, um, that. I was, um, going to say, um, your penis. Fu…”

“This is normal, right? I know this isn’t your first time. I’m sure you touch cocks often in your line of work.”

“Oh, it’s been well over a year.” She stopped. Did she just admit to this stranger that she hadn’t touched a cock in over a year? That would indicate her husband, not just patients. While true, why did that slip out, she thought.

“When you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all,” I joked. I knew it wasn’t true, and I had been told often that I was noticeably above average.

“As a nurse, I can say that definitely isn’t true,” she said, laughing. The tension eased. “They are not all the same. Not at all.”

She took some soap and squeezed some out, just along my cock. The gelled soap was slightly cool, and when it hit my skin, I jumped a little. She took the cloth, dumped it into the warm water, then laid her hand on my cock. She slowly moved the palm of her hand from my cock head to my balls, up and down a few times. As her fingers wrapped around it, it started to grow.

Her breaths became more noticeable and quicker paced. Her fingers wrapped around my cock, unable to touch the other side with her thumb. As tall as she was, she had very long fingers. She’d never had trouble getting her fingers all the way wrapped around. The cloth still was a barrier between her skin and my cock, but this felt so good.

To both of them.

I watched her hand slide up and down my cock. It had swollen to its maximum capability, and while I didn’t feel close to cumming, I wanted to. She washed up and down, then spent some time on my balls. It felt so fucking good.

She then grabbed my cock with her free hand, skin to skin. She pulled it away from my body so that she could wash the other side, getting my lower stomach down to the base of my cock soapy. When she first gripped my cock, it was gentle. But as she used the other hand to wash me, the one holding my cock became tighter. It was the perfect grip. As she washed me, I could feel her hand on my cock very slightly moving up and down. A slow jerk.

Her breathing was even faster, and while she had crossed a line, I could see her face flushed with excitement and some embarrassment.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to get, um, well…”

“Hard?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s only natural. I mean, I have a gorgeous woman slowly washing my cock. I’d be worried if I didn’t get hard.”

This made her laugh. “Well, when you put it that way, I guess you’re right. Thank you for not getting upset with me. Let me finish you up.”

My eyes grew big.

“No, I mean washing you.”

“Oh, right. I knew that’s what you meant.” The air in the room was heavy. I noticed my breathing had increased, too. And as her hands moved to my inner thighs, still slightly hitting my balls, I noticed a big glob of precum had escaped my hole. I wanted to cum so bad, but I couldn’t ask her to do that. Even if I was right that she became excited with what had just happened, she was married. Hell, she could get fired for doing more. I wouldn’t put her in that kind of danger.

But with so much blood flowing to my cock, maybe I wasn’t thinking straight. And I could always blame the head injury for what I was about to do. I stared at her, daring her to look me in the eyes. When she did, I made my move, if that’s what you want to call it.

I moved my hand down to my cock. I grabbed the base and pulled it straight up, as if making a right angle to my body lying flat. The precum dripped down the thick mushroom head, and I took my thumb, caught it, and smeared it all around the head.

“Oh, my,” she panted. “What…what are you doing?”

“What do you think?”

“Oh, Rich, you can’t do that. You, you, um, can’t masturbate. I could get into big trouble.”

“You aren’t doing anything, and I’m not asking you to. I know you were just doing your job, but I got excited. Too excited. Blame it on my head. Whatever. But you’re not doing anything at all wrong. If someone comes in, I’ll pull the sheet up.”

“So, I can’t stop you?”

“No, and something tells me you don’t want to.”

She bit her lip again and shook her head. “I don’t.”

“Do you want to watch?”

She nodded, looking into my eyes, begging me to do so. “But you need to be fast.”

“After feeling your touch and being able to look at you while I do this, that won’t be a problem.”

I started, slowly, up and down. I only had use of one hand, but that’s all I needed. I pushed on the tip of my head, and more precum oozed out than had earlier. I took my palm and smothered my head with it, then I started to squeeze fast and hard. The sound was very noticeable as I squeezed faster and harder. Nicole, while still standing, crossed her legs and was rocking back and forth. She had her arms folded across her big tits, and it looked like she was pinching a nipple.

“Fuck, Nicole. This feels so good. I can’t believe how hard you got me. I love being able to look at your beautiful face, your beautiful body as I stroke my big cock. Do you want me to cum for you?”

“Fuck, yes. Please do.”

“Say it.”

“Rich, please cum for me. Milk that cock.”

“Oh, Nicole, so naughty. I wish your hand was back around my cock.”

“Me too. It felt so good. So hard. So fucking big.”

“Bigger than your husband?”

She nodded, embarrassed.

“Tell me.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, it is.”

“You can do better than that.”

She moved closer, leaning down to it. “Yes, it’s so much bigger than my husband’s cock. It’s so fucking big. It’s so perfect. It’s amazing.”

Just hearing that pushed me over the edge. “I’m gonna cum, Nicole. Where do you want me to cum?”

“Shoot all over your stomach. I’ll clean you up.”

That’s all I needed. My pace increased right up to where I could feel it building from my toes. My entire body tensed up. The sensation ravaged my whole body. I stopped stroking so that I could feel the cum pulse through my cock and shoot farther than if I hadn’t stopped.

And, boy, did it ever. The first rope shot up to my neck. Followed by a second powerful rope hitting just below it. The next four were smaller in size and intensity. By the time I was done, my breathing was rapid, my stomach and chest covered in cum.

While I’ve had women in my past watch me jack off, everything failed miserably in comparison to this instance. I was jealous of Nicole’s husband, as he would likely eat the fruit I planted.

“I can’t believe you just did that. And I can’t believe I just watched.”

“Do you feel bad about it now?”

“What do you think?” she asked, that devilish grin back on her face. “I thought I would regret working the night shift again, but that was the most incredible night of my life.”

“Thank you. Thank you for this.”

“No, thank you. I’ve felt a part of me slowly dying inside. But I really need to get you cleaned up now. We’re lucky nobody came in on that.” Nicole started wiping the cum off of me. No gloves. One rag. I knew my cum was getting all over her hand.

After quickly re-washing where my cum had splattered, she put the cleaning supplies up and got out a hospital gown. “I need to get Jessica in here to help me get this put on you and get you situated in the bed so that you can rest. Then I’ll give you your meds to get rid of the pain.”

“The euphoria I’m experiencing now helped,” I said, smiling.

Nicole hit the call button, and Jessica was in the room in what felt like 10 seconds.

“Jess, help me get the gown on Mr. Nelson and get him situated in bed so that he can finally rest.”

Jessica paused when she got closer. While I was covered from the waist down, she stared at my upper body. “You clean up well, Mr. Nelson.”

“Thanks to the magic hands of Nurse Nicole.”

“Jessica, I’ll let you slide his left arm through the sleeve first since that is the area we need to be most careful.”

Jessica took her time, careful not to bump or really move my wrist as she used one hand to hold my arm about six inches off the bed and the other to slide the sleeve on. I winced and she apologized profusely, but she really did an incredible job to not hurt me badly. She handed the rest of the gown to Nicole once she got her side up to my shoulder.

Nicole pulled everything tight against my torso once my right arm was through. “We need to get you up in the bed a little better, Mr. Nelson. You seemed to have slide down some. We will need you to help us scoot you up a bit, but don’t put any pressure on your left leg. Just use your right leg. Ready, Jessica? Ready, Mr. Nelson.”

We both nodded. I raised my right knee to plant my right foot on the bed to use to push my body up. When I did, the sheet that had been at my waist fell, exposing my cock. While my hardon was certainly gone, it was still pushing 6″ and thick. Jessica’s eyes bulged out, and she coughed as if she was choking. Or maybe wishing she was choking. I saw her glance at Nicole, a grin knowing she had just bathed me.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Nelson,” Jessica said, still staring at my cock. “Let me get the sheet.” She pulled the sheet back up, and I was all set to pass out. At least once I got the good meds.

“Thanks, Jessica,” Nicole said. “I’ll finish up and get Mr. Nelson his pain meds. Can you check on rooms 3C and 3E before you head out? Thanks for staying late.”

“Absolutely. Hey, all the day shift is headed to O’Sullivan’s after they get done tomorrow night. Since I’ll already be off, I’m getting us a table. Want to meet us there?”

“Actually, I just might. The kids will be at my parents’ house all weekend, and Mike won’t be back until Sunday.”

“Awesome! It’s about time you hung out with us again! Mr. Nelson, I hope you’re able to rest tonight. It’s been my pleasure to help,” she said, smirking at Nicole.

I could tell Nicole wanted to say something. She was pacing a little and struggling to maintain eye contact. “Spit it out,” I said, reaching for her hand.

“I risked a lot tonight. My job. My marriage”

“I don’t know what you mean. That head injury must be affecting my memory.” I looked at her very seriously, but I couldn’t hold my laughter in. “Nicole, you didn’t do anything. I did. I’m the only one at risk here. You have my absolute word that this stays here. And while it was incredibly hot, that euphoria is wearing off and the pain is really starting to set in.”

“Thank you, Rich. For some reason, I do trust you. Let me grab the pain meds.” She grabbed a syringe and emptied its contents into my IV line. “You have 3-5 minutes before this really sets in.” She kissed me on the forehead. “I may be gone before you wake up. Thank you for the show.” She winked.

“After the wreck, I couldn’t have asked for better care.”

“Since we want you to sleep, we are trying out giving our patients either some white noise or music to sleep to. There are speakers on the bed at each side of your head. Obviously, we can’t play it very loud to disturb others, but we’ve had patients rave about how it helps them relax. You may not need it with what I just gave you, but is there anything you want?”

“Are you a Prince fan?” I asked her.

“I know his biggest songs, but all of those songs were really before my time.”

“Did you just call me old?” I winced in pain.

“Don’t worry. That stuff I gave you will help any minute.” She smiled. I took it in. It may be the last time I see it. My gosh, she was gorgeous.

“Purple Rain album. It’s my favorite. Start with track five.”

Nicole clicked the mouse on the laptop in the room, typed a few words in, and the familiar sounds of the sexy ballad started. “Goodnight, Rich. Sleep well. Maybe we will bump into each other again.”

“Thanks for everything, Nicole.” My words were heavy, and she just stared at me. As my eyes closed, Prince started singing.

‘I knew a girl named Nikki
I guess you could say she was a sex fiend
I met her in a hotel lobby
Masturbating with a magazine
She said, “How’d you like to waste some time?”
And I could not resist when I saw little Nikki grind’