Sponging off the Hero

In 3 parts, By SDes. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

 

At
five o'clock the next day, Sarah didn't come. It was crushing to Jeff,
although a part of him expected it. He sat quietly, hoping she'd show up
and pretend he hadn't screwed everything up. He knew it probably
wouldn't work. He had put her in an impossible position and nothing she
did would satisfy both of them. If she tried to apologize, he'd feel
like a cripple. If she said she wanted to go out with him, he knew it
would be out of sympathy. If she still said no, he'd be too embarrassed
to act the same around her. He felt lonelier than he ever had in his
life.

He
drifted off to sleep while thinking about his situation. He was
awakened some time later by the feeling of a wet sponge moving on his
chest. As he woke, he grumbled about wanting to do this later.

"Sorry, it's time for your bath," came the hushed reply.

Jeff
was startled at what he thought he heard, then decided it was just his
imagination. He relaxed, hoping this would be over quickly. He wasn't in
the mood for the normal small talk the nurses made, trying to make
sponge baths less uncomfortable for the recipient.

He
sat still, wondering why this felt different tonight. The way the wet
cloth dragged across his chest, slowing at his nipples, made him a
little uncomfortable. Whether it was intentional or not, he was getting
turned on. He had been lying there for more than three weeks without any
chance for a normal sexual release. As he felt the soft cloth slide
down his stomach, his erection became uncomfortably hard. It wasn't the
first time he'd had this problem.

He tried to joke, "Sorry, I; uh think I've been here alone a little too long."

The nurse just shushed him and kept at her work.

She
seemed to be dwelling on more sensitive spots of his body than normal
and the whole thing was definitely moving slower. He was really getting
agitated about his condition, but tried to relax and focus on something
else. That changed when he felt her slip his covers lower and run the
fabric slowly down his erection. He knew this was completely
inappropriate.

"Listen, I'm sorry but;"

"Just be quiet and let me enjoy myself," he heard Sarah scold.

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