Keeping the Cleaner Dirty

I was running into my second week in hospital, on enforced bed rest due to a teared tendon when the days got a lot more interesting.
I was laying in my bed, watching a downloaded porno on my headphones, as I had private room, enjoying the feel of my hard cock in my hand, the sensation breaking my boredom. Suddenly I heard a gasp.
Looking up I saw that the cleaner had walked in, and i had not heard her knock. I quickly put my cock back in my pants, but the blush on her face showed that she had obviously gotten a good eyeful of my manhood!
In an awkward silence, she quickly mopped the floor, and hormones still coursing through me I appraised this woman. She was young. About 20, 25 I’d say to my 30.
A very pretty woman, with straight brown hair, a slightly up turned nose and big eyes, I was unable to guess the rest of her figure due to her god awful uniform that she had to wear.
I felt the silence get heavier and I realised she had notice my wandering eyes. With a little squeak she grabbed her cart and left the room. Chuckling to myself, I put the porno back on, this time keeping one headphone out. The next one might bot be so… intriguing!
The rest of the day passed with out incidents until the nurse came round for lights out. This is when I usually got my wanking marathon in. Tonight though I was shocked by a knock at the external door in my room.
Grabbing my crutches I limped to the door and pulled aside the curtains. Much to my shock, outside stood the cleaner in a long dark raincoat. Raising an eyebrow, I unlocked the door and limped back to bed.
“What are..” i started to say, but she put a hand over my mouth.