My Sweet Degradation (14 page)

Once all my pyjama buttons were released Libby pulled the top apart to expose my naked chest, and then she idly stroked a hand across the flat of my stomach, her fingers reaching for the drawstring at my waist! I was sure I could see a subtle smirk playing at the corner of her lips as she untied the bow and began to slide my pyjama bottoms down. The cool air-conditioning of the room teased the tip my newly exposed cock and I knew that I was as good as naked.

As I've always looked after myself I tend to feel quite proud of my body, and I've never had a problem with stripping off in non-sexual environments. But the way Nurse Simmons' eyes lingered between my thighs, and the way she arched her neatly plucked eyebrows, left me feeling rather exposed and peculiarly awkward.

‘Well it's nice to see that at least one part of your body is still in perfect working order, Mr Pearce,' she mused, but before I could test the look in her eye she turned her back on me.

‘Right, warm water!' she declared, grabbing a chrome bowl from the trolley and disappearing off into my private bathroom.

As the tap was switched on and water gushed first into the basin and then the bowl, I reminded myself that I was behaving like an idiot and that it was ridiculous of me to think of Nurse Simmons' behaviour as being anything more than her friendly nature paired with hospital protocol.

Returning with a smile, Libby placed the bowl on top of the trolley and dragged it with her to the side of the bed, and I watched as she took a fresh flannel and soaked it in warm water before ringing it out and applying a little soap from a dispenser bottle.

‘These days we're told to wear those awful latex gloves for everything,' she began, indicating a box to the side of the bowl, before gazing into my eyes once more. ‘But I think they must feel
so
horrible for the patient. I promise not to tell if you don't,' she added with a conspiratorial wink, pressing the soft cloth against my naked chest and proceeding to carefully wash my upper body. ‘Mind you, I see by your chart that with that jaw of yours you're not going to be telling anyone anything for a couple of weeks yet. So I guess my darkest secrets will be quite safe with you, Mr Pearce.'

Despite the nagging pain of my fractured ribs, Nurse Simmons' gentle caress felt undeniably good. She separated one hand from the flannel and slowly soaped my naked flesh with her soft palm alone, and I felt my body begin to react in a way it had no right to. I couldn't help myself, and as she leaned over me my eyes again fell to her chest.

Unless I was very much mistaken yet another press-stud had mysteriously come loose to offer an even better view of her firm young breasts, barely contained within a white lace bra.

‘You've got a very nice body you know, Mr Pearce,' she complimented as her fingers trailed lazily across my chest. ‘Why did you have to go do something so silly as to smash it up, eh?' Of course I couldn't answer, but she was as much talking to herself as she was to me anyway. Time and time again she rinsed the flannel in fresh warm water until my torso was left thoroughly clean.

I then watched as she applied yet more liquid soap, only this time she squirted it directly onto a palm rather than the flannel, before slowly rubbing her hands together. Then with a fleeting mischievous grin she turned from me again and I was forced to gasp a shocked breath as she made direct contact with my penis. It was obvious that I was already semi-hard, and it was sheer hell trying to remain calm as her slippery-soft fingers stroked along my entire length, over and over again.

Eventually a palm slid lower to smear warm suds over my balls, and I felt them tighten in response. Libby's expert caress felt just too damned good and I was forced to give in as I felt my foreskin drawn gently back and forth. She tended to my cock for far longer than was excusable under the guise of a simple bed bath, and through the shame of my now achingly hard erection, I longed for a deeper release. It was hard to tell, with her facing away, but I was certain that I heard her coo appreciatively on more than one occasion, but then all of a sudden she released her grip and turned to face me directly.

‘Well, you
are
a naughty boy, Mr Pearce,' she chastised with a frown, looking from my eyes to my erect cock, and then back again. ‘But don't you worry about it,' she added with a deliciously sly smile. ‘It's nothing I haven't seen a thousand times before. Although...' she paused and looked back at my standing erection thoughtfully, ‘...I must admit, it
is
a particularly pretty one.'

Humiliation and frustration flooded my senses in equal measure. I felt like a fool for allowing myself to get so aroused when the poor nurse was only trying to do her duty, but it had all felt so good and a deep yearning throbbed within me, one I'd all but forgotten about for the last God-knows how many weeks.

Quickly washing and rinsing the rest of my body, finally patting me dry with a fresh towel and refastening my pyjamas, Nurse Simmons completed her tasks with nothing less than efficient professionalism, yet my embarrassing erection refused to go down.

Once she had tended to my drips, Libby stood over me and smiled once more. ‘It's been lovely meeting you, Mr Pearce, and I just know that we're going to become wonderful friends,' she said unexpectedly. ‘Now remember, don't tell anyone about me not wearing those horrible gloves, and I won't mention this...' she pressed a warm palm against the soft cotton of my pyjama bottoms, directly over my stiff cock, before running her fingers along its length. Then turning away she swung her pert little arse out of the room, calling back over her shoulder as she went, ‘Sweet dreams, Mr Pearce, and just you make sure they're about me.'

Alone and utterly confused I contemplated my stupidity. I'd thought that I knew women pretty well by that stage of my life, and Nurse Libby Simmons had seemingly gone way beyond flirting, but clearly I'd misread her.

I tried to relax, but sleep would not come easily to me that night, and I was plagued by a frustrated erection that I could do absolutely nothing about.

Throughout the next day I was tended to by a succession of doctors and nurses, but not once did I see Nurse Simmons again. I couldn't shake her from my mind, though. Sure she was beautiful and incredibly sexy, but there was more to it than that. The way she'd played with me the night before, the way she'd given just a little before pulling away, meant that I had already fallen victim to her spell.

Seven o'clock came and seven o'clock went, and at around half-eight, just when I despondently thought that perhaps I wouldn't be seeing her that evening, my door suddenly burst open and there she stood, beaming down at me from the foot of the bed.

‘Sorry I'm late, Mr Pearce,' she said, dipping her head and offering me an overly dramatic pout. ‘I got terribly caught up on my rounds, but I wanted to save my favourite new patient for last so that I can spend some special time with him.'

I watched a little apprehensively as Libby twisted a finger round and round a loose strand of hair, before turning and locking the door.

She checked my charts once again and tended to me with perfect professionalism, before clasping her hands together with exaggerated glee and declaring, ‘Now, how about a little wash?' I wasn't sure that it was normal to bathe patients every day, but I was in no position to voice any kind of protest, and really I wouldn't have wanted to even if I could.

This time, as she quickly undressed me, Libby leant so low that I could smell the soft, warm scent at her throat. It was a fragrance I knew well; it was simply the smell of a woman, but one I hadn't realised I had missed quite so much until that moment, and it caused my pulse to quicken. She held her face a matter of inches from mine and our eyes locked. She gently parted her lips as though readying herself for a kiss, but of course it never came. Then with a tiny twitch of a smile she lifted herself completely away and quickly whipped down my pyjama bottoms, as far as they would go.

I was immediately relieved to discover that I had managed to hang on to my sense of composure this time, as my soft prick lay heavy against my inner thigh. I expected her to go fill up her bowl and wash me just as she had the night before, but Nurse Simmons surprised me yet again. She suddenly held herself utterly still and announced with barely suppressed excitement, ‘Ooh! That's what I was going to tell you...'

Dragging over an uncomfortable-looking stool, Libby sat at the head of the bed. ‘Last night after my shift ended, for some reason, and I really couldn't help it, I felt
so
horny. I've no idea why. I had been planning to go straight home to bed, but as I left the building I just knew that I wouldn't be able to relax. So I went round to my boyfriend's place instead.' Foolishly my heart sank at the mention of another man. ‘Now, don't tell anyone that I told you this, Mr Pearce – I know I can trust you – but I can get
really
dirty at times and if I feel like having sex I just have to go have it. Do you know what I mean?' I offered no response. ‘Yes, of course you do. Anyway, I could tell that he didn't really want to see me and I'm sure he was just planning on getting stoned with that stupid flatmate of his, but I
always
get my own way, Mr Pearce.' Libby narrowed her eyes and grinned to herself. ‘So do you know what I did? Oh, silly me; of course you don't. Well, I dragged him up to his bedroom and I just ripped apart my tunic...' At this point she dramatically pulled at her uniform and a good few extra press-studs suddenly popped open to expose a black push-up bra encasing her perfect breasts and irresistible cleavage.

Having demonstrated what she'd done to her boyfriend in the most explicit manner possible she made absolutely no effort to close her tunic again, and merely continued with her tale.

‘Anyway, I pulled it all the way open and quickly slipped it off until I stood there in nothing more than my underwear.'

I couldn't help myself from picturing the scene, and inevitably the bits of my body that could react, did react.

‘I'm afraid this bit is rather naughty, Mr Pearce, and I think that in a way it was your fault, but I just fell to my knees, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down until his cock was released. I'm not even sure that I care for my boyfriend particularly, but just like you, he has
such
a lovely one.'

She gave an adorably scatty little squeal of delight, before going on.

‘Please don't think badly of me, Mr Pearce,' she continued, ‘but I absolutely love to give head and so I quickly took him in my mouth and sucked away until he was all nice and hard. Now trust me, I
really
know how to make a man happy, and it wasn't long before he was crying out and grabbing my hair, pulling my mouth further onto his cock. Now this bit's really naughty of me, and although I love to swallow, just as I knew he was about to come I lifted my head away and continued to wank him with my hand until he spurted all across my face and my tits. He made a terrible mess, the cheeky sod, but God it felt so
good
to be so
bad
.'

She paused for a moment, looking beautiful as she reflected on what she'd been up to.

‘Funnily enough, I felt rather bored of him a moment or so later and so I dashed off back to my place,' she giggled mischievously, ‘and of course I just had to have a little play as I lay all alone in my bed. And do you know what I thought about, Mr Pearce?' She bowed her head and offered me a guilty smile. ‘Do you know...
who
... I thought about?'

Suddenly Nurse Simmons sat bolt upright. ‘Oh, gosh! I'm so sorry, Mr Pearce. Listen to me going on while you're all undressed and waiting for your bed bath.' She then stood and looked down at my body, gasping with feigned shock and bringing a hand up to her lips. ‘Naughty Mr Pearce! just look at the state of you!' Needless to say my prick was fully erect and aching for attention because of her story. ‘Don't you worry though; as I told you yesterday, it's nothing I haven't seen before.'

Quickly skipping through to the bathroom, Nurse Simmons filled her bowl with warm water and returned to my bedside. She didn't even bother with the flannel this evening and washed me with hands and fingers alone. She took her time with my upper body, taunting me with the slow journey of her ever-descending caress.

Eventually her hands reached down to my swollen prick and she proceeded to soap it up and down. She stroked me even more thoroughly than the evening before, sliding a palm back and forth with a loose grip, and it wasn't long before huge bolts of pleasure began to shoot throughout my body. I knew I wouldn't be able to last for very long, and felt a sense of embarrassment that I may ejaculate so quickly... but it felt so fantastic and I couldn't believe my luck.

‘Mmm, Mr Pearce it's so hard,' she gasped with evident delight. Over and over again my prick tensed and released beneath her grip, my chest heaving uncomfortably as I drew short impassioned breaths. I was so close, mere moments from my climax when all of a sudden Nurse Simmons held completely still. She kept a tight grip on my shaft and my cock jerked in her fist. Mentally I begged her to continue, but it was useless.

I stared wide-eyed as she dipped her head and bashfully looked down at me through long lashes. ‘I'm so sorry, Mr Pearce, that was wrong of me. I guess I got a little carried away thinking about last night. Will you ever forgive me?'