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I was around 25 years old when I was hit by a drunk driver. He ran a red light and t-boned me right in the driver’s side door. The impact broke my left ankle, left tibia and fibula, femur and hip. It also fractured my left arm in two places along with my collar bone and three ribs.
In the emergency room they determined that I needed surgery to repair my hip, leg, ankle, arm and collar bone. I was wheeled up to the operating room and it wasn’t long before the pain stopped and everything went black.
When I woke up, I found my leg lifted above my bed in some kind of sling. There was a partial cast with several long screws sticking out of my ankle. My left arm and shoulder was in a partial body cast that immobilized any use of my arm.
About that time the pain hit me and man did that hurt. The nurse injected a pain killer into my IV and I soon got very sleepy. The next time I woke up, I really had to pee and started hitting the call button. When the nurse came in, I told her I had to pee really bad, so she handed me one of those plastic urinals and I told her that I couldn’t hold it and my pecker at the same time, so she held the urinal while I peed. At first I was embarrassed because she never looked away, but watched to make sure nothing leaked out.
Watching her watch me started to turn me on and my pecker started to grow. The bigger it got, the more she smiled and the more she smiled the more embarrassed I got. It wasn’t that the nurse was cute or anything like that, it was just the fact of a strange woman standing there staring at my pecker that turned me on.
Eventually I emptied my bladder, the nurse took the urinal away and tried to cover my erection with my thin hospital gown. The tent was obvious and when the nurse came back, she smiled and told me thanks for the show. I started to apologize and she told me not to worry because it happens a lot and she’s used to it, but still enjoys it all the same. She told me that she wished that I recovered quickly and that she was leaving for a week’s vacation. I felt relieved that I wouldn’t have to face her again.
About an hour later a new nurse came in and she was really was not cute. No offense to my older readers, but this nurse was old enough to have treated soldiers during the Civil War. When I had to pee again, she shoved the urinal under my gown and onto my pecker and told me to hurry up. I guarantee that I didn’t get an erection this time.
Shortly after breakfast, the surgeon who operated on my during the night came in to check on me. That’s when I learned the full extent of my injuries and that I would probably be spending about a week in the hospital and had to undergo two more surgeries to fully fix everything. He told me that if everything went well, I would be able to go home in about a week to 10 days, but that I needed someone to help take care of me because I wasn’t allowed to put any weight on the ankle or leg for 3-5 weeks.
I told him that I lived alone and had no one to stay with me. He said that a home care giver could be arranged to stay with me until I was allowed to weight bear and move around on my own.
My next two surgeries went well and nine days after the accident, I was allowed to go home. I was met at the house by a home care nurse by the name of Diane. She was very cute. She was tall, perhaps 5’10” and have a very shapely figure with a very tiny waist, B-cup breasts and long brown hair. She helped wheel me into the house and I did my best to show her around the house. I told her that she could use my room upstairs as I won’t be going upstairs for a while anyway.
Diane put her things up in the room and came down the stairs to help get me settled in my recliner. She propped my leg with a pillow and got me a drink of water so I could take my pain pill and antibiotic. I watched her as she moved about the house learning her way around the house.
I wasn’t sure how this was going to work or what I would be allowed to do but eventually I had to pee. I asked her to help me to the bathroom and she said I wasn’t allowed any weight bearing. She went to the box of supplies she brought with her and produced another plastic urinal. I reached out for it and she said that with my one arm immobilized that she would have to help.
With that, she unzipped my pants, reached in and pulled out my pecker. I couldn’t help but get erect at her touch and began to apologize to her as I emptied my bladder. Diane told me not to fret over it as it came with the job and she was used to it. Then she added that most of her home care patients are elderly and if she had to handle a cock she was glad that it was a young one and smiled at me. My pecker reacted and got even harder.
When I was done, Diane produced a wipe, cleaned off my pecker and put it back in my pants. I asked her if she ever feels awkward taking care of men like this and she said she did at first and then got used to it. Then she added that it’s hard to get too excited with old wrinkled peckers. Diane then smiled and said that’s definitely not the case this time. I returned her smile.
She had disappeared upstairs for about an hour before coming back downstairs. She had a pair of my loose cotton jogging shorts and lightweight buttoned down shirt in her hands and said that since I’ll be living downstairs for the next several weeks that I might as well get comfortable. She helped me take off the shirt I was wearing and before helping me put on the other shirt, she proceeded to take my pants off. Diane looked at me and asked if I normally wore underwear around the house when wearing the shorts or not. I told her that normally I don’t, but it would be okay to leave them on for now.
Without waiting for me to finished my explanation, Diane worked my undershorts over my leg cast, leaving me sitting in front of her stark naked. She stood up, smiled and said ‘nice, very nice.’ Then she put my shirt on and buttoned it about half way and then slowly worked my jogging shorts up over my cast. I looked at her and asked if she was going to be doing this every day and she said that’s her job. I told her I felt totally helpless, and she smiled again and said wait till bath time and walked away.
A few minutes later, Diane fixed lunch and as we ate, I learned that she was single and had been an RN for several years. She first started working in a hospital but didn’t like the environment so she started working for the home care company and loves it. She enjoys taking care of people away from the hospital. She had an apartment in town and when working on a case like mine, will stop by to pick up her mail when she does the shopping.
After lunch, Diane cleaned, took my vitals and then told me I should rest and take a nap. She said that she checked the refrigerator and cabinets and had a shopping list and that she would be gone for about 2 hours. Before she left, she reminded me not to get up and left the urinal within reach just in case. The pain pills made me drowsy so it didn’t take long to drift off to sleep.
I woke up a couple hours later to the sound of Diane carrying in her groceries. Within a couple minutes of waking, I really had to pee again and Diane seemed all too eager to help me. Once again I got hard when she grabbed my pecker and aimed it into the urinal. She cleaned me up as before and then told me that it was time for my bath.
I asked how that was going to work since half my body was in casts. She said that she would wash me down here in the recliner. Diane fixed a basin of hot water and set it down next to the recliner. Then she undressed me, starting with my shirt and then my shorts.
For the second time that day I found myself completely naked in front of this tall beauty. My pecker started to rise to the occasion and Diane just smiled at me. She started by washing my one arms what part of my chest and back that weren’t covered by the upper body cast. Then she moved to my feet and then up my one bare leg.
When she reached the top of my leg, she lifted my balls out of the way and washed all around them and then up above my pecker. Finally, she rinsed out the wash cloth and began to scrub my rock hard pecker. I was already oozing out the tip and she commented that she needed to make sure she cleaned it all off.
The more she scrubbed the better it felt. I looked at her and saw that she was staring at my pecker as she continued to scrub it up and down. Diane looked up at me, smiled and said that she needed to make sure it was totally clean and continued to scrub. She then reached down and cradled my balls in her other hand and that was enough to send me over the edge and I began shooting my seed up only my stomach and onto the casts.
Diane continued to scrub until no more came out and then rinsed the cloth and cleaned my up. As she finished, she said that she hoped I wasn’t upset or report her to her company, but she just couldn’t help it. I told her it was okay and I won’t say anything if she bathed me like that every day. Diane agreed and told me that she would look forward to it if that was okay. They she told me that my pecker was the first one younger than 70 years old that she’s scrubbed in the past few months and that it was just too inviting to resist.
Diane toweled me off and got me dressed again. She fixed a really good dinner but I was disappointed when she wouldn’t let me have a beer with dinner. She said it was because of the pain meds I was taking. Afterwards, she watched TV with me after. Before bed, I had to pee again and she was more than happen to help and I was no longer embarrassed when I got erect. Diane handed me a pager button in case I needed her during the night.
I didn’t need her during the night, but I did early in the morning. I tried to hold it until I heard her up, but it got to the point that I couldn’t wait any longer so I pushed the pager. She responded quickly and I was delighted to see her wearing her thin nightie and panties. As she held my pecker in the urinal, I was couldn’t help but stare at the outline of her nipples against the thin fabric. Diane noticed me looking and apologized that she didn’t take time to put on her robe first. I told her that there was no need to apologize, especially since she’s seen everything I have.
Her face turned very red and it was my turn to smile. When Diane stood up, she leaned forward and I had a brief peek down her top. It was so quick that I almost missed it and wished I had another chance, but was afraid to say anything.
For the next couple of days, Diane continued to help me pee and take extra time scrubbing my pecker during bath time. She always stroked me until I shot my seed all over and then she would clean me up and get me dressed. I always tried to see what I could see of her, but she kept herself covered. In the mornings, she would come down in her robe to help me with my morning pee.
About 5 days into my confinement, I was getting more than bored. I wasn’t one for sitting and watching TV all day. I was used to working on cars every day and then working in my yard to keep busy. Diane tried to keep me occupied and we paled several different games, but I really wasn’t into most of the games she chose.
It was a Friday day and there was nothing I wanted to see on TV and Diane could tell that I was not thrilled with her choices of games, so she asked me if there was anything I would enjoy. I told her that I enjoyed playing poker, but she said it couldn’t be for money. I told her no problem and then directed to the cards and poker chips. She set up a folding table in front of my recliner and pulled up a chair for her across from me.
We had fun playing poker and trying to bluff each other and learn how to read each’s expressions. After a couple of hours, I had managed to win all of her chips and it was then that I learned just how competitive Diane was. She didn’t want to quit but she didn’t want to play for money, so I suggested we end with a game of strip poker. It took her a bit to decide but then said it was almost time for my bath so why not.
I let her deal and call the game. I didn’t want to scare her off so I conveniently lost the first hand and she was more than happy to help me off with my shirt. The next hand was different and I won. She reached down and took off her socks. Diane lost the next round so she stood up and took off her top, revealing a pretty bra covering her firm B cupped breasts. Her face turned red when she saw me staring.
Diane dealt the next hand and lost again. This time she stood up and slid her slacks down her long sexy legs. I could tell she was getting nervous so I lost the next hand and she took off my sock on my good foot. She was looking a little more confident as I was down to one last article of clothing and she was sitting in just her bra and panties.
It was my deal and when it came time to show our hands, I won and Diane turned redder than I’d seen her. I gave her a choice and she decided to take off her panties since she would be hidden from view by the table. She didn’t stand up to take them off and I was a little disappointed. Nervously, she dealt the next hand and I saw the hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth and knowing my hand was lousy, I knew I had to bluff. I only drew 2 cards and she drew 1. I knew from watching her play that she had 2 pair. She never smiled if she was drawing for a straight or flush.
My draw was the luckiest I’ve had in a while and as drew to a 3 of a kind. When Diane looked at her card, there was a hint of disappointment so I knew she didn’t draw anything to help and that I had her so I decided to up the ante. I asked if she was willing to make a wager on this hand. I knew she was thinking that I didn’t have much and that she would beat me, so she asked what I wanted to wager. I told her that the loser of this hand had to remain naked until bedtime. She looked shocked and then thinking that she had me, she smiled and said sure. I asked her if she was sure and she said she was.
Diane started to get into it as she teased be about me sitting naked the rest of the afternoon and how much she was going to enjoy it. Her demeanor changed when she saw my 3 of a kind and which did beat her 2 pair. She started to find a way out of her bet, but finally realized that there was no way out. It was my turn to gloat and I insisted she pay up.
Reluctantly, Diane took off her bra and revealed her beautiful titties. She started to cover them with her hands, but I reminded her it was bath time. She hurried to the kitchen where she was partially hidden from view as she prepared the basin of hot water. Then she carried it out and set it down. It was the first chance I had to see her entire naked body and she was a very lovely woman.
She reached down and took my shorts off and began my bath. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her titties. As she washed me down, her titties jiggled and swayed. By the time Diane worked her way ready to wash my pecker, I was already flowing with pre-cum. She grabbed my pecker and licked my ooze off the tip before starting to scrub it with the wash cloth. The more she scrubbed the more her titties jiggled and it didn’t take long for me to shoot my seed. Diane asked if her being naked had anything to do with my cumming sooner than usual and I told her it had everything to do with it.
She finished cleaning my up and then left me naked. I reminded her that she lost the bet and that it was her who had to remain naked until bedtime, not me. Diane smugly told me that I wanted to get dressed that I would have to do it myself. I knew I was had because with the casts on nearly half my body, there was no way I get shorts or anything else on. So I decided to go with the flow and I continued to watch Diane clean the house naked.
I tried to talk her into ordering pizza for dinner, but she said there was no way she was answering the door naked. She fixed a nice dinner and then cleaned up. I turned on a baseball game and Diane watched it with me. She lounged on the sofa in such a way that I got occasional views of her pussy when she shifted her legs. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed into a small strip that tapered down to a point as if leading one’s attention to her bare lips.
From the peeks I got, I could tell she was wet and I could also smell her arousal so I went for bold and asked her how she planned on relieving all of that sexual tension she had. She looked at me and her face went red and she said that wasn’t any of my business. I responded by telling her that she was releasing my sexual tension and that I could see that she was aroused and I could release hers for her. She told me not to worry that she’d take care of it later. I told her I could take care of it for her and she just sat and looked at me for several minutes, not knowing what to do. Then I hit her with ‘you released mine so isn’t it only fair that I get to release yours?’
The look on Diane’s face told me that she knew she couldn’t argue against that. She asked I intended to do it and I told her to help me to the sofa and I’d show her. Carefully, she helped me over to the sofa and I sat in the middle and had her lay across my lap. She propped her head and back up with the pillows and got comfortable.
I laid my one useable hand on her firm stomach and just held it there for a bit. Slowly, I worked my hand up to her breasts and circled underneath and around them. The expression of her face told me that she was enjoying every bit of it. I reached out and gently caressed her cheek, then down her neck and finally onto her breasts. They were firm yet soft to the touch. Her nipples had been rock hard ever since the poker game and now I twirled them between my fingers and thumb.
Diane was so turned on that she had her first orgasm just by my playing with her nipples. I gave her a moment to catch herself and then I worked my hand back down across her stomach to just above her pubes. There, I used my thumb and index finger to gently caress both sides of her trimmed bush, as if I were petting a dog’s ear. Her body twitched and squirmed at my touch and I continued to pet her pubes and the edges of her lips.
Gradually I moved the petting lower until I was petting both sides of her pussy lips. They swelled even more to my touch and the scent of arousal filled my nostrils. Diane’s eyes were closed and her head leaned back on the pillow and I gazed up and down the body of this lovely woman who lay naked across my lap. I originally thought the accident was bummer, but now I was beginning to enjoy what it had brought me.
Ever so gently, I changed from petting the sides of her lips to running my finger up and down the slit between the lips. Her juices were flowing and running onto my lap beneath her. As my finger caressed her swollen lips they became coated in her excitement. I lifted my finger to my nose and took in a deep whiff of sexual aroma. I moved my finger to my lips and tasted Diane’s secret moisture and it was like licking scented honey from my finger. Oh how I wanted to crawl down and shove my tongue into her and taste it directly from the source, but that was not to be.
Carefully, I returned my hand to her pussy and gently parted her lips. My finger easily found its way inside. Diane was so aroused that her pussy felt like it was on fire. She felt tight and wet as I probed my way around inside her. When I reached a spot on the upper side of her, her whole body reacted, telling me I had found her g-spot. Using a second finger, I began to slowly finger her g-spot and in less than a minute Diane had her second orgasm. Only having one hand to use, I held it in her pussy as best I could as her body rocked and shook. Her tight ass was rubbing all over my pecked and I was doing everything possible not to shoot all over her ass, but it felt so good.
This orgasm lasted nearly a full minute and it nearly left her out of breath. I barely gave her a chance to catch her breath when I moved my hand from her pussy to her clit-bud and started rolling it between my thumb and fingers. She instantly responded and started building again towards another orgasm. After just coming down from one, Diane was again flying high. Her ass was pressing and wiggling against my pecker and this time I couldn’t help myself and shot my load all over her ass. I longed to shoot it elsewhere, but for now her ass felt mighty fine and I didn’t mind cumming there at all.
It took Diane over a minute to catch her breath and regain some composure. When she did, she opened her eyes, looked at me and smiled. Still panting a little, she whispered thank you and told me that was incredible. I told her I thought so too. She sat up and kissed me long and hard before getting up off of me. Then Diane proceeded to clean us both off.
I asked her if it was okay that I sleep naked and she said it was my house. Then she asked if there was anything I needed before she went to bed. I told her there was one thing that I needed and that was to taste her nipples. She smiled and leaned into me, placing her hands on the sofa behind me. Her titties were now only inches away from my face and I leaned forward and took one of her nipples into my mouth, I kissed it and then softly starting sucking on it. Her quiet moans told me she was enjoying it as much as I was. A couple minutes later I switched to her other nipple and kissed and sucked on it.
Diane helped me back into the recliner and we said our good nights. That night I slept better than any other night since the accident.
Over the next two weeks, Diane scrubbed my pecker and I fingered her pussy and sucked on her titties.
Then one day, her supervisor paid an unannounced visit. She wanted to see how everything was going and if I was being well taken care of. Fortunately, we were both dressed at the time as Diane had just returned from shopping and I didn’t like being left naked and unable to dress myself while she was gone.
Her supervisor was an older lady, perhaps late 50s to early 60s in age. She asked me a ton of questions about the care I was getting and if I had any complaints about my care or caregiver. I told her that Diane was doing a great job and was very professional. Then she took Diane into another room and questioned her. I could hear better than the old nurse realized as she questioned Diane if I had tried anything with her. Diane said not at all. The old nurse said that they would have assigned a male caregiver had they had one available but none were. Then she asked Diane if she wanted to be reassigned so that it didn’t look so bad with her staying in house with me. Diane said she had learned where everything was and that taking care of the house and me was going well.
When the old nurse returned to the room, I told her that if she was afraid I was chasing her nurse around the house to think again. I couldn’t even stand up without help. The nurse gave me a stern look and told me I better not try anything with her staff or they would stop all home care. I told her not to worry that under the conditions, I had no choice but to be good.
After she left, Diane was nervous for a few days and went back to keeping everything professional. However, that only lasted for about four days and then Diane could hold back no longer. She came down the stairs that morning stark naked and smiling. I knew it was going to be a good day, but I didn’t know that it was going to be a great day and sad day.
After helping me pee and then fixing breakfast, Diane told me that she had to get me cleaned up early because I had a doctor’s appointment at the hospital to check on how well I was healing and if they could take some of the screws out of my body. She got the bath basin ready and then knelt down and started sucking my pecker. This was the first time she had actually sucked on it and it felt so good. Her breasts were just out of reach as I still had a difficult time bending and reaching.
She must have known that I was getting close so she pulled off of me, kissed me on the lips and then sat on my pecker, sliding it straight inside of her pussy. I had been feeling her pussy with my fingers, but now it was the best feeling of all. This was so unexpected but I wasn’t going to complain. As Diane started to ride up and down on my pecker, she asked if it bothered my leg or hip and I told her no and to continue. Almost instantly I felt her pussy suddenly tighten and her body began to tense and I felt her cum. It was so incredible that I started shooting my seed up into her pussy. It was pure heaven on earth.
But all too soon it was over and Diane quickly cleaned us both up and got us both dressed and to the hospital. They took x-rays and determined I was heeling nicely. They removed about a third of the screws that held my shoulder and arm together. I was told that I needed to start moving my arm, but to be very careful and not to lift anything of do anything strenuous with it as it still had quite a bit of healing to do. As for my hip, leg and ankle, they decided to wait at least one more week before removing any screws. They put a new leg and hip cast on, but left the cast off of my arm and shoulder and I was thrilled.
After we got back to the house, Diane got me settled in and changed into my shorts and tank top. My arm felt stiff, sore and a little weak trying to put my shirt on and Diane told me that was to be expected. I asked her about this morning and she said she had gotten to the point where she couldn’t think of anything else but having me inside her and hoped I didn’t mind. I told her I loved it and hoped we could do it again. She said she would like that also.
Just after lunch, the old nurse supervisor showed up with another older nurse in tow. She informed Diane that since I had the upper casts off and could reach more that it would be more appropriate for an older nurse to take over. She told Diane that she had done a great job and that she would have a couple days off and then be reassigned to a new patient. Then she introduced me to Nancy. Nancy was definitely in her 50s, overweight and looked like she had a very hard life. Nancy looked at me and the first thing she said was that if tried anything with her that she’d put me in my place in a hurry. I looked at Diane who had a shocked look on her face.
Diane showed Nancy around the house, filled her in on the daily routine and upcoming doctor visits. Then Diane packed her things, said good bye and left with the old supervisor. Nancy stayed with me for three long grueling weeks. She acted more like a drill sergeant than a nurse. Finally I got the casts off my hip, leg and ankle but found I still couldn’t walk as the leg had weakened. I had two weeks of intense physical therapy before I was allowed to drive.
I tried contacting the homecare agency to get Diane’s contact info so I could thank her, but they said that was against policy. I had hoped that she would contact me but she never did. But not to worry, several weeks later I met Becky, who took my mind off of Diane.
In the emergency room they determined that I needed surgery to repair my hip, leg, ankle, arm and collar bone. I was wheeled up to the operating room and it wasn’t long before the pain stopped and everything went black.
When I woke up, I found my leg lifted above my bed in some kind of sling. There was a partial cast with several long screws sticking out of my ankle. My left arm and shoulder was in a partial body cast that immobilized any use of my arm.
About that time the pain hit me and man did that hurt. The nurse injected a pain killer into my IV and I soon got very sleepy. The next time I woke up, I really had to pee and started hitting the call button. When the nurse came in, I told her I had to pee really bad, so she handed me one of those plastic urinals and I told her that I couldn’t hold it and my pecker at the same time, so she held the urinal while I peed. At first I was embarrassed because she never looked away, but watched to make sure nothing leaked out.
Watching her watch me started to turn me on and my pecker started to grow. The bigger it got, the more she smiled and the more she smiled the more embarrassed I got. It wasn’t that the nurse was cute or anything like that, it was just the fact of a strange woman standing there staring at my pecker that turned me on.
Eventually I emptied my bladder, the nurse took the urinal away and tried to cover my erection with my thin hospital gown. The tent was obvious and when the nurse came back, she smiled and told me thanks for the show. I started to apologize and she told me not to worry because it happens a lot and she’s used to it, but still enjoys it all the same. She told me that she wished that I recovered quickly and that she was leaving for a week’s vacation. I felt relieved that I wouldn’t have to face her again.
About an hour later a new nurse came in and she was really was not cute. No offense to my older readers, but this nurse was old enough to have treated soldiers during the Civil War. When I had to pee again, she shoved the urinal under my gown and onto my pecker and told me to hurry up. I guarantee that I didn’t get an erection this time.
Shortly after breakfast, the surgeon who operated on my during the night came in to check on me. That’s when I learned the full extent of my injuries and that I would probably be spending about a week in the hospital and had to undergo two more surgeries to fully fix everything. He told me that if everything went well, I would be able to go home in about a week to 10 days, but that I needed someone to help take care of me because I wasn’t allowed to put any weight on the ankle or leg for 3-5 weeks.
I told him that I lived alone and had no one to stay with me. He said that a home care giver could be arranged to stay with me until I was allowed to weight bear and move around on my own.
My next two surgeries went well and nine days after the accident, I was allowed to go home. I was met at the house by a home care nurse by the name of Diane. She was very cute. She was tall, perhaps 5’10” and have a very shapely figure with a very tiny waist, B-cup breasts and long brown hair. She helped wheel me into the house and I did my best to show her around the house. I told her that she could use my room upstairs as I won’t be going upstairs for a while anyway.
Diane put her things up in the room and came down the stairs to help get me settled in my recliner. She propped my leg with a pillow and got me a drink of water so I could take my pain pill and antibiotic. I watched her as she moved about the house learning her way around the house.
I wasn’t sure how this was going to work or what I would be allowed to do but eventually I had to pee. I asked her to help me to the bathroom and she said I wasn’t allowed any weight bearing. She went to the box of supplies she brought with her and produced another plastic urinal. I reached out for it and she said that with my one arm immobilized that she would have to help.
With that, she unzipped my pants, reached in and pulled out my pecker. I couldn’t help but get erect at her touch and began to apologize to her as I emptied my bladder. Diane told me not to fret over it as it came with the job and she was used to it. Then she added that most of her home care patients are elderly and if she had to handle a cock she was glad that it was a young one and smiled at me. My pecker reacted and got even harder.
When I was done, Diane produced a wipe, cleaned off my pecker and put it back in my pants. I asked her if she ever feels awkward taking care of men like this and she said she did at first and then got used to it. Then she added that it’s hard to get too excited with old wrinkled peckers. Diane then smiled and said that’s definitely not the case this time. I returned her smile.
She had disappeared upstairs for about an hour before coming back downstairs. She had a pair of my loose cotton jogging shorts and lightweight buttoned down shirt in her hands and said that since I’ll be living downstairs for the next several weeks that I might as well get comfortable. She helped me take off the shirt I was wearing and before helping me put on the other shirt, she proceeded to take my pants off. Diane looked at me and asked if I normally wore underwear around the house when wearing the shorts or not. I told her that normally I don’t, but it would be okay to leave them on for now.
Without waiting for me to finished my explanation, Diane worked my undershorts over my leg cast, leaving me sitting in front of her stark naked. She stood up, smiled and said ‘nice, very nice.’ Then she put my shirt on and buttoned it about half way and then slowly worked my jogging shorts up over my cast. I looked at her and asked if she was going to be doing this every day and she said that’s her job. I told her I felt totally helpless, and she smiled again and said wait till bath time and walked away.
A few minutes later, Diane fixed lunch and as we ate, I learned that she was single and had been an RN for several years. She first started working in a hospital but didn’t like the environment so she started working for the home care company and loves it. She enjoys taking care of people away from the hospital. She had an apartment in town and when working on a case like mine, will stop by to pick up her mail when she does the shopping.
After lunch, Diane cleaned, took my vitals and then told me I should rest and take a nap. She said that she checked the refrigerator and cabinets and had a shopping list and that she would be gone for about 2 hours. Before she left, she reminded me not to get up and left the urinal within reach just in case. The pain pills made me drowsy so it didn’t take long to drift off to sleep.
I woke up a couple hours later to the sound of Diane carrying in her groceries. Within a couple minutes of waking, I really had to pee again and Diane seemed all too eager to help me. Once again I got hard when she grabbed my pecker and aimed it into the urinal. She cleaned me up as before and then told me that it was time for my bath.
I asked how that was going to work since half my body was in casts. She said that she would wash me down here in the recliner. Diane fixed a basin of hot water and set it down next to the recliner. Then she undressed me, starting with my shirt and then my shorts.
For the second time that day I found myself completely naked in front of this tall beauty. My pecker started to rise to the occasion and Diane just smiled at me. She started by washing my one arms what part of my chest and back that weren’t covered by the upper body cast. Then she moved to my feet and then up my one bare leg.
When she reached the top of my leg, she lifted my balls out of the way and washed all around them and then up above my pecker. Finally, she rinsed out the wash cloth and began to scrub my rock hard pecker. I was already oozing out the tip and she commented that she needed to make sure she cleaned it all off.
The more she scrubbed the better it felt. I looked at her and saw that she was staring at my pecker as she continued to scrub it up and down. Diane looked up at me, smiled and said that she needed to make sure it was totally clean and continued to scrub. She then reached down and cradled my balls in her other hand and that was enough to send me over the edge and I began shooting my seed up only my stomach and onto the casts.
Diane continued to scrub until no more came out and then rinsed the cloth and cleaned my up. As she finished, she said that she hoped I wasn’t upset or report her to her company, but she just couldn’t help it. I told her it was okay and I won’t say anything if she bathed me like that every day. Diane agreed and told me that she would look forward to it if that was okay. They she told me that my pecker was the first one younger than 70 years old that she’s scrubbed in the past few months and that it was just too inviting to resist.
Diane toweled me off and got me dressed again. She fixed a really good dinner but I was disappointed when she wouldn’t let me have a beer with dinner. She said it was because of the pain meds I was taking. Afterwards, she watched TV with me after. Before bed, I had to pee again and she was more than happen to help and I was no longer embarrassed when I got erect. Diane handed me a pager button in case I needed her during the night.
I didn’t need her during the night, but I did early in the morning. I tried to hold it until I heard her up, but it got to the point that I couldn’t wait any longer so I pushed the pager. She responded quickly and I was delighted to see her wearing her thin nightie and panties. As she held my pecker in the urinal, I was couldn’t help but stare at the outline of her nipples against the thin fabric. Diane noticed me looking and apologized that she didn’t take time to put on her robe first. I told her that there was no need to apologize, especially since she’s seen everything I have.
Her face turned very red and it was my turn to smile. When Diane stood up, she leaned forward and I had a brief peek down her top. It was so quick that I almost missed it and wished I had another chance, but was afraid to say anything.
For the next couple of days, Diane continued to help me pee and take extra time scrubbing my pecker during bath time. She always stroked me until I shot my seed all over and then she would clean me up and get me dressed. I always tried to see what I could see of her, but she kept herself covered. In the mornings, she would come down in her robe to help me with my morning pee.
About 5 days into my confinement, I was getting more than bored. I wasn’t one for sitting and watching TV all day. I was used to working on cars every day and then working in my yard to keep busy. Diane tried to keep me occupied and we paled several different games, but I really wasn’t into most of the games she chose.
It was a Friday day and there was nothing I wanted to see on TV and Diane could tell that I was not thrilled with her choices of games, so she asked me if there was anything I would enjoy. I told her that I enjoyed playing poker, but she said it couldn’t be for money. I told her no problem and then directed to the cards and poker chips. She set up a folding table in front of my recliner and pulled up a chair for her across from me.
We had fun playing poker and trying to bluff each other and learn how to read each’s expressions. After a couple of hours, I had managed to win all of her chips and it was then that I learned just how competitive Diane was. She didn’t want to quit but she didn’t want to play for money, so I suggested we end with a game of strip poker. It took her a bit to decide but then said it was almost time for my bath so why not.
I let her deal and call the game. I didn’t want to scare her off so I conveniently lost the first hand and she was more than happy to help me off with my shirt. The next hand was different and I won. She reached down and took off her socks. Diane lost the next round so she stood up and took off her top, revealing a pretty bra covering her firm B cupped breasts. Her face turned red when she saw me staring.
Diane dealt the next hand and lost again. This time she stood up and slid her slacks down her long sexy legs. I could tell she was getting nervous so I lost the next hand and she took off my sock on my good foot. She was looking a little more confident as I was down to one last article of clothing and she was sitting in just her bra and panties.
It was my deal and when it came time to show our hands, I won and Diane turned redder than I’d seen her. I gave her a choice and she decided to take off her panties since she would be hidden from view by the table. She didn’t stand up to take them off and I was a little disappointed. Nervously, she dealt the next hand and I saw the hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth and knowing my hand was lousy, I knew I had to bluff. I only drew 2 cards and she drew 1. I knew from watching her play that she had 2 pair. She never smiled if she was drawing for a straight or flush.
My draw was the luckiest I’ve had in a while and as drew to a 3 of a kind. When Diane looked at her card, there was a hint of disappointment so I knew she didn’t draw anything to help and that I had her so I decided to up the ante. I asked if she was willing to make a wager on this hand. I knew she was thinking that I didn’t have much and that she would beat me, so she asked what I wanted to wager. I told her that the loser of this hand had to remain naked until bedtime. She looked shocked and then thinking that she had me, she smiled and said sure. I asked her if she was sure and she said she was.
Diane started to get into it as she teased be about me sitting naked the rest of the afternoon and how much she was going to enjoy it. Her demeanor changed when she saw my 3 of a kind and which did beat her 2 pair. She started to find a way out of her bet, but finally realized that there was no way out. It was my turn to gloat and I insisted she pay up.
Reluctantly, Diane took off her bra and revealed her beautiful titties. She started to cover them with her hands, but I reminded her it was bath time. She hurried to the kitchen where she was partially hidden from view as she prepared the basin of hot water. Then she carried it out and set it down. It was the first chance I had to see her entire naked body and she was a very lovely woman.
She reached down and took my shorts off and began my bath. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her titties. As she washed me down, her titties jiggled and swayed. By the time Diane worked her way ready to wash my pecker, I was already flowing with pre-cum. She grabbed my pecker and licked my ooze off the tip before starting to scrub it with the wash cloth. The more she scrubbed the more her titties jiggled and it didn’t take long for me to shoot my seed. Diane asked if her being naked had anything to do with my cumming sooner than usual and I told her it had everything to do with it.
She finished cleaning my up and then left me naked. I reminded her that she lost the bet and that it was her who had to remain naked until bedtime, not me. Diane smugly told me that I wanted to get dressed that I would have to do it myself. I knew I was had because with the casts on nearly half my body, there was no way I get shorts or anything else on. So I decided to go with the flow and I continued to watch Diane clean the house naked.
I tried to talk her into ordering pizza for dinner, but she said there was no way she was answering the door naked. She fixed a nice dinner and then cleaned up. I turned on a baseball game and Diane watched it with me. She lounged on the sofa in such a way that I got occasional views of her pussy when she shifted her legs. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed into a small strip that tapered down to a point as if leading one’s attention to her bare lips.
From the peeks I got, I could tell she was wet and I could also smell her arousal so I went for bold and asked her how she planned on relieving all of that sexual tension she had. She looked at me and her face went red and she said that wasn’t any of my business. I responded by telling her that she was releasing my sexual tension and that I could see that she was aroused and I could release hers for her. She told me not to worry that she’d take care of it later. I told her I could take care of it for her and she just sat and looked at me for several minutes, not knowing what to do. Then I hit her with ‘you released mine so isn’t it only fair that I get to release yours?’
The look on Diane’s face told me that she knew she couldn’t argue against that. She asked I intended to do it and I told her to help me to the sofa and I’d show her. Carefully, she helped me over to the sofa and I sat in the middle and had her lay across my lap. She propped her head and back up with the pillows and got comfortable.
I laid my one useable hand on her firm stomach and just held it there for a bit. Slowly, I worked my hand up to her breasts and circled underneath and around them. The expression of her face told me that she was enjoying every bit of it. I reached out and gently caressed her cheek, then down her neck and finally onto her breasts. They were firm yet soft to the touch. Her nipples had been rock hard ever since the poker game and now I twirled them between my fingers and thumb.
Diane was so turned on that she had her first orgasm just by my playing with her nipples. I gave her a moment to catch herself and then I worked my hand back down across her stomach to just above her pubes. There, I used my thumb and index finger to gently caress both sides of her trimmed bush, as if I were petting a dog’s ear. Her body twitched and squirmed at my touch and I continued to pet her pubes and the edges of her lips.
Gradually I moved the petting lower until I was petting both sides of her pussy lips. They swelled even more to my touch and the scent of arousal filled my nostrils. Diane’s eyes were closed and her head leaned back on the pillow and I gazed up and down the body of this lovely woman who lay naked across my lap. I originally thought the accident was bummer, but now I was beginning to enjoy what it had brought me.
Ever so gently, I changed from petting the sides of her lips to running my finger up and down the slit between the lips. Her juices were flowing and running onto my lap beneath her. As my finger caressed her swollen lips they became coated in her excitement. I lifted my finger to my nose and took in a deep whiff of sexual aroma. I moved my finger to my lips and tasted Diane’s secret moisture and it was like licking scented honey from my finger. Oh how I wanted to crawl down and shove my tongue into her and taste it directly from the source, but that was not to be.
Carefully, I returned my hand to her pussy and gently parted her lips. My finger easily found its way inside. Diane was so aroused that her pussy felt like it was on fire. She felt tight and wet as I probed my way around inside her. When I reached a spot on the upper side of her, her whole body reacted, telling me I had found her g-spot. Using a second finger, I began to slowly finger her g-spot and in less than a minute Diane had her second orgasm. Only having one hand to use, I held it in her pussy as best I could as her body rocked and shook. Her tight ass was rubbing all over my pecked and I was doing everything possible not to shoot all over her ass, but it felt so good.
This orgasm lasted nearly a full minute and it nearly left her out of breath. I barely gave her a chance to catch her breath when I moved my hand from her pussy to her clit-bud and started rolling it between my thumb and fingers. She instantly responded and started building again towards another orgasm. After just coming down from one, Diane was again flying high. Her ass was pressing and wiggling against my pecker and this time I couldn’t help myself and shot my load all over her ass. I longed to shoot it elsewhere, but for now her ass felt mighty fine and I didn’t mind cumming there at all.
It took Diane over a minute to catch her breath and regain some composure. When she did, she opened her eyes, looked at me and smiled. Still panting a little, she whispered thank you and told me that was incredible. I told her I thought so too. She sat up and kissed me long and hard before getting up off of me. Then Diane proceeded to clean us both off.
I asked her if it was okay that I sleep naked and she said it was my house. Then she asked if there was anything I needed before she went to bed. I told her there was one thing that I needed and that was to taste her nipples. She smiled and leaned into me, placing her hands on the sofa behind me. Her titties were now only inches away from my face and I leaned forward and took one of her nipples into my mouth, I kissed it and then softly starting sucking on it. Her quiet moans told me she was enjoying it as much as I was. A couple minutes later I switched to her other nipple and kissed and sucked on it.
Diane helped me back into the recliner and we said our good nights. That night I slept better than any other night since the accident.
Over the next two weeks, Diane scrubbed my pecker and I fingered her pussy and sucked on her titties.
Then one day, her supervisor paid an unannounced visit. She wanted to see how everything was going and if I was being well taken care of. Fortunately, we were both dressed at the time as Diane had just returned from shopping and I didn’t like being left naked and unable to dress myself while she was gone.
Her supervisor was an older lady, perhaps late 50s to early 60s in age. She asked me a ton of questions about the care I was getting and if I had any complaints about my care or caregiver. I told her that Diane was doing a great job and was very professional. Then she took Diane into another room and questioned her. I could hear better than the old nurse realized as she questioned Diane if I had tried anything with her. Diane said not at all. The old nurse said that they would have assigned a male caregiver had they had one available but none were. Then she asked Diane if she wanted to be reassigned so that it didn’t look so bad with her staying in house with me. Diane said she had learned where everything was and that taking care of the house and me was going well.
When the old nurse returned to the room, I told her that if she was afraid I was chasing her nurse around the house to think again. I couldn’t even stand up without help. The nurse gave me a stern look and told me I better not try anything with her staff or they would stop all home care. I told her not to worry that under the conditions, I had no choice but to be good.
After she left, Diane was nervous for a few days and went back to keeping everything professional. However, that only lasted for about four days and then Diane could hold back no longer. She came down the stairs that morning stark naked and smiling. I knew it was going to be a good day, but I didn’t know that it was going to be a great day and sad day.
After helping me pee and then fixing breakfast, Diane told me that she had to get me cleaned up early because I had a doctor’s appointment at the hospital to check on how well I was healing and if they could take some of the screws out of my body. She got the bath basin ready and then knelt down and started sucking my pecker. This was the first time she had actually sucked on it and it felt so good. Her breasts were just out of reach as I still had a difficult time bending and reaching.
She must have known that I was getting close so she pulled off of me, kissed me on the lips and then sat on my pecker, sliding it straight inside of her pussy. I had been feeling her pussy with my fingers, but now it was the best feeling of all. This was so unexpected but I wasn’t going to complain. As Diane started to ride up and down on my pecker, she asked if it bothered my leg or hip and I told her no and to continue. Almost instantly I felt her pussy suddenly tighten and her body began to tense and I felt her cum. It was so incredible that I started shooting my seed up into her pussy. It was pure heaven on earth.
But all too soon it was over and Diane quickly cleaned us both up and got us both dressed and to the hospital. They took x-rays and determined I was heeling nicely. They removed about a third of the screws that held my shoulder and arm together. I was told that I needed to start moving my arm, but to be very careful and not to lift anything of do anything strenuous with it as it still had quite a bit of healing to do. As for my hip, leg and ankle, they decided to wait at least one more week before removing any screws. They put a new leg and hip cast on, but left the cast off of my arm and shoulder and I was thrilled.
After we got back to the house, Diane got me settled in and changed into my shorts and tank top. My arm felt stiff, sore and a little weak trying to put my shirt on and Diane told me that was to be expected. I asked her about this morning and she said she had gotten to the point where she couldn’t think of anything else but having me inside her and hoped I didn’t mind. I told her I loved it and hoped we could do it again. She said she would like that also.
Just after lunch, the old nurse supervisor showed up with another older nurse in tow. She informed Diane that since I had the upper casts off and could reach more that it would be more appropriate for an older nurse to take over. She told Diane that she had done a great job and that she would have a couple days off and then be reassigned to a new patient. Then she introduced me to Nancy. Nancy was definitely in her 50s, overweight and looked like she had a very hard life. Nancy looked at me and the first thing she said was that if tried anything with her that she’d put me in my place in a hurry. I looked at Diane who had a shocked look on her face.
Diane showed Nancy around the house, filled her in on the daily routine and upcoming doctor visits. Then Diane packed her things, said good bye and left with the old supervisor. Nancy stayed with me for three long grueling weeks. She acted more like a drill sergeant than a nurse. Finally I got the casts off my hip, leg and ankle but found I still couldn’t walk as the leg had weakened. I had two weeks of intense physical therapy before I was allowed to drive.
I tried contacting the homecare agency to get Diane’s contact info so I could thank her, but they said that was against policy. I had hoped that she would contact me but she never did. But not to worry, several weeks later I met Becky, who took my mind off of Diane.
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