The Patient (parts 1 and 2): a fantasy

He had been laid up in the ICU for well over three months,  but the day was finally coming that Chris was going to be moved to the step-down unit. During the time he’d spent in there ICU you’d grown close to Chris. Here mentioned having family, a wife and kids, but they were always noticeably absent,  none of the other nurses had seen them either.  But he spoken fondly of them and shared how he couldn’t wait to see them again. 

Maybe COVID  had  kept them away, so he spent a lot of his nights alone. And no one should have to go through recovery alone. So,  when you could,  you slipped into his room and chatted.

At first it was friendly chit chat, you had  duties to attend to after all.  But as the days passed you got to know him better and made personal trips to see him,  even when not assigned to his room.  You’d felt a connection to him, and it also didn’t hurt that he was kinda cute too .

 How he managed to stay awake at night was beyond you.  The hectic mornings would certainly keep him up what with all the poking and prodding that typically took place.  Just too much chaos in the morning. This was the main reason you’d chosen the overnight shift for the last 14 years, to avoid the chaos.  But yet every night he was up,  and waiting for your visit.

After the shift huddle you noticed that he was on your list,  it made you smile.  Not wanting to seem eager you visited all your other patients first.  With the majority being sound asleep it made for a quick start to the shift. 

You saw light flickering from Chris’ room as you approached. The curtain was drawn closed and the sliding door was open but maybe an inch.  As you approached you could hear voices,  mainly female and a squeaking sound.  You checked over your shoulder to see if anyone else noticed. With all the other nurses being preoccupied, you decided to approach quietly. Maybe he left the TV on, or maybe his wife had  finally come to visit.

 The sliding door was eased back just enough to slip through, as you reached to pull the curtain back.  The room was otherwise dark except for a cellphone that sat atop the bed side table,  its light flashing before Chris’s face.  At first nothing seemed out of the normal, until the screen lit up bright and you could see that his hand was pumping up and down in his lap.

Grasped in his had was his erect cock. His concentration was so focused on the screen that he didn’t see you peek in. The sight would  have normally turned you around immediately,  but seeing him masturbate was starting to turn you on.  On a few occasions you’d seen his gown become a tent when you’d check on him,  but ignored it as best you could.  But now seeing his length in person,  you couldn’t help but let your mind wonder.

You checked over your shoulder to see if anyone had noticed,  and none had, the hallway was empty.  You bite your lower lip as your eyes returned to him and his session.  You’d seen your husband do it before,  but this was new,  this was exciting,  and it was beginning to turn you on.  It didn’t make sense that Chris wouldn’t know when rounds were.  Could he have just forgotten? Or maybe list track of time? Maybe,  but that didn’t make the moment any less erotic as you felt your nipples begin to harden and your pussy start to ache.

You checked the hallway again before slipping completely inside the room and shutting the door as quietly as possible.  You wanted to watch him stoke, it was so captivating.  It was arousing as you pressed your back up against the corner,  letting part of he door frame and the curtain keep you in shadow as your own hands began to roam your body. 

Your left slipped down between your legs kneading your panty clad mound,  drawing concentric circles around your swelling clit and then slipping between the folds of your cunt,  pressing the cotton cloth inside. While your right hand graced your shoulder and then cupped your breast, thumb and forefinger seeking your stiff tit through your bra and scrubs. 

Watching him push and pull on his throbbing member was intoxicating.  While his cock was not much different from your husband’s , you felt compelled to stay and watch.  His hand moved up and down slowly coming down and back up,  the head just cresting the top of his hand.  A few of pre-cum was fitting at the top, and slowly begin to ooze down his shaft, lubricating his piston further.