Posted by abell1
on February 1st, 2011 at 2:51 PM
I injured my spine in a sporting accident which paralyzed me from the chest down rendering me a quadriplegic. Of course that resulted in a hospital stay of over 10 months to recover to the point where I could go home with the help of the caregiver. You can imagine what an injury like that along with an extended hospital stay is like, let alone the feelings one has knowing life will never be normal again. What little stimulation there was came from the nursing staff as I was in the hospital far from my home town, family and friends. As in any situation like that there are good nurses and bad nurses and the good ones were a bright spot in my day and my days always went better when one of my “favorites” were on duty. There wasn't much in my life at that point to get excited about so when one of my favorite verses was on duty, things were always better. That brings me to my favorite nurse “Carolyn” who at the time was my mother's age. I could tell she liked me by our conversations and we had some great talks about home as she was from my hometown and we talked about the city and its attractions. While recovering the only way to get out of the hospital was to be checked out by someone who could handle my care and is now that I was paralyzed one had to know how to take care of a quadriplegic. In order to go anywhere safely one had to know the care and what to do if something went wrong. I was surprised one day when she invited me to her house for a special home-cooked dinner versus “hospital food”. She said she would have to check me out overnight because after dinner it would be too late to bring me back to the hospital. It sounded like a good adventure and at that point I would've done anything to get out of the hospital for any amount of time. I remember how excited we both were while she was giving me dressed and ready to go. She wheeled me in my wheelchair to her car, transferred me into the passenger seat and away we went, my first car ride in months. When we arrived at her house she mentioned that her 12-year-old daughter was staying with a friend that night so that we can have “our” privacy and that maybe I wouldn't feel uncomfortable with her daughter around. Little did I know what she was planning! She poured us a couple of drinks and after a couple of cocktails and a “joint” that she knew I had been missing from our talks. There was no way to smoke pot in the hospital and she knew that, so I appreciated what she had done for me so far, getting out of the hospital, getting the stoned and preparing me a home-cooked meal. Feeling no pain after a couple of cocktails and some smoke we had a wonderful home-cooked salmon dinner that we both enjoyed. After that she thought I would be more comfortable on her pullout couch versus sitting in a wheelchair so she proceeded to make the bed and get me ready. She transferred me to the bed, gave me a quick bed Bath and proceeded to set me up so that I could go to sleep. She got me comfortable, cover me with a blanket and said good night. I started to relax and fall off to sleep thinking of the wonderful evening and the nice dinner she had prepared just for me. I thought to myself that there should be more nurses like that in this world. The next thing I knew she was standing before me in a revealing floorlength nightgown with an empire top that framed her large breasts in a sheer see through material. I felt like my eyes were popping out of their sockets as I hadn't thought much about sex knowing paralysis was going to affect the rest of my life, although I was curious about what I could still do, in terms of sex. She looked right at me, grinned coyly and undid the string holding her robe together. The largest breasts with the largest nipples I had ever seen popped out and were in my face before I knew it. She was on all fours straddling me on the bed with her nightgown open and her nipple in my mouth. It actually happened before I knew what was going on but I didn't complain. I was curious as to what I could still do and here was someone who understood my situation “helping me out”. I sucked both nipples until they were as hard as rocks at which point she sat up, pulled her nightgown off and threw it to the floor. There I was with my favorite nurse straddling me with her breasts in my face. Then I noticed her hand reaching behind her was stroking my **** with her hand until we had a full 7 inch erection going. Again she gave me a grin while at the same time straddling my **** while she guided it into her ****. Her eyes rolled back as she proceeded to slide down the entire length of my ****. Now understand that being a quadriplegic I couldn't feel anything below my chest but it certainly was fun watching her buck up and down and side to side screaming how good I felt. She exploded with a massive ****** that seemed to go on and on. Finally she climbed off me with *** dripping from her while she put her night gown back on and apologized to me saying that she couldn't help herself. She confessed that she had fantasized about me for weeks at the hospital especially when I was assigned her patient and she had to do my care especially the bed baths and washing my genitals. She said she had admired my **** from the first time she was assigned my care and that it had gotten progressively worse until she finally had to do something about it. I told her that she didn't have to apologize for anything as that I appreciate her help with finding out that I could still pleasure a woman. She confessed that she had been laid in a couple of years since she and her husband had divorced and that this was the best ****** she had ever had. I let her know that I had completely enjoyed the experience and wouldn't mind getting out of the hospital and repeating it sometime. After that we made it a biweekly event with her checking me out of the hospital under the guise of getting me ready to return home with a caregiver and what my care would be like at home. The fact that we both enjoyed what was going on from two different aspects was fine with me. I was pleased to know that I can have sex if I wanted even though I couldn't feel it and that it would never be the same as it was before. She enjoyed the fact that as a quadriplegic my **** would stay hard as long as it was stimulated and believe me, she wrote that thing for hours twice a week. She always wore sexy lingerie to get me primed and was always dripping with anticipation while she was getting me ready. She would ride me like a horse until she exploded with massive ******* as she could ride my **** as long as she wanted to until she was ready to explode. We continued our relationship until I finished my rehab at the hospital and moved back to my home city where my family resided. I will never forget her, the times we had and how much I appreciated her caring and concern. I have learned to “love” nurses in general for their caring and concern, usually, but she will always be special in my mind.
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