I have to admit, working as a nurse is a thankless and tiresome job, with hardly any rewards to balance out the negative aspects. Don’t get me wrong, I do love what I do, but every so often I struggle to find the energy to pick myself up out of bed and venture off for another shift at the hospital.
Nursing might not be glamorous, but I find helping people is my calling. The only issue I’ve found with my career in nursing, is that I don’t like working long hours and not having any time to satisfy my own desires.
“Shelley, I know that you have just started working with us,” my shrivelled old witch of a supervisor, Hannah, began by way of greeting as soon as I arrived, “but we have a young man that has injured his back during a skiing accident and can’t walk at the moment.
He will need at least two hours a day, and I have decided to give you the honor of taking on this assignment.”
She toyed with the file, trying to bait my curiosity as she waited for me to reply. Now that I had left the hectic hospital environment, I had taken my services and brought them into the private sector.
Making house calls made it possible for me to get out of working weekends, and only having to do the occasional night shift, which was exactly what I was looking for.
“Are you sure that this isn’t just your way of palming off a client that is too much for you to handle,” I replied, not rudely, just bluntly, the manner in which someone in my profession should be; “I know that I’m going to have to take some clients that are not exactly pleasant, but I was hoping that you would bring me into those slowly. I’ve been through enough patients that have made my life a living hell…I hoped this place would be different.”
She slapped a glossy picture of the client, out from the folder, as soon as my eyes landed on the photo I nearly drooled over what it would be like to give him a sponge bath, hopelessly smitten, like I was some starry-eyed girl that had never had a man before.
I wasn’t about to turn down the opportunity to see this man in person, and he couldn’t have asked for a better veteran nurse than myself. Fortunately, I was also a blonde knockout, with the desirable assets to go with the entire package.
“I can certainly see your point,” I allowed, pretending I was only mildly interested, “I will just have to bite the bullet and do the job,”
Hannah was beaming at me with a knowing smile, perhaps in her younger years she had indulged in a few trysts with patients herself. Who knows, maybe she still did it now, a secret filthy old slut.
“I guess a nurse’s work is never done.” I remarked in a mock weary tone. Again, I was only ribbing her, and she was winking at me like she wanted to be in my position.
“What happens between consenting adults is none of my business.” She said, waving me away.
It sounded good to me, and I gathered up my supplies and headed out to the required location.
The young man was named Henry, and he was living in an apartment complex that didn’t have a working elevator. No wonder he needed somebody to do his chores, as there was really no way that he could have hobbled up and down the stairs, at least not until he was back on his feet.
Greeting me at the door, he was in a wheelchair, but that didn’t stop me from looking at him as a desirable object of extreme sexual delight. He wasn’t even wearing a shirt, and had a towel draped over his shoulder, with sweat dripping off his body.
“Come in, I was just finishing up with some weights,” He said warmly, “I like to keep my muscles in constant movement. I just wish that I could use my legs.”
I followed him into the apartment, and apparently I wasn’t watching what I was doing, because he turned around so fast that I fell into his lap. My ass landed with a heave, Henry had a sharp intake of breath as he waited for me to clammer off.
I decided that I may as well properly start the adventure and began grinding his groin, using my supple ass to arouse him. Henry’s anatomy could not resist mine and I felt him hardening in a few seconds.
“I wasn’t expecting this,” He stammered, as his cock stiffened, “I didn’t know that this kind of treatment was on the table.”