Her blond curls brushed against my skin as she gently kissed my chest. I moaned softly as she kissed and bit my nipples, and then moved lower down my chest. My cock, erect in anticipation, twitched as her lips came closer.
"Mr. Phillips?"
Someone was calling me, but I fought to keep my focus on the blond. Her lips gently kissed the tip of my cock and I reached to slide my fingers through her hair.
"John? Can you wake up for me?"
I sat up quickly and opened my eyes, finding one of my favorite nurses patting my hand. Instantly I remembered I was in the hospital and nowhere near the beautiful blond in my dream who was oh so promising. I dropped my head back against the pillow and let out a sigh.
"You just ruined a great dream, Sarah."
"So I see." She nodded at my erect cock pressing against the bed sheet. I just shrugged my shoulders. "Should make for an an interesting reading on your blood pressure." She reached up and grabbed the cuff from behind my bed and fastened it around my arm. Sitting down on the edge of my bed, she tucked my arm under hers as she took the reading.
"I'm holding you personally responsible for this," I Said. With my arm tucked so near to her bosom, I stared at her chest and wondered what her nipples were like.
"Why's that?" She stuck the ends of the stethoscope into her ears and began to pump up the cuff.
"Because the woman in my dream looked just like you." She smiled and then listened quietly while the pressure slowly decreased around my arm.
"160 over 90," she stated. "A little on the high side."
"Well, if you had waited about ten more minutes, I'm sure it would have been lower."
"Would you sit up for me?" she asked, standing from my bed. I leaned forward and she opened the back of my gown and placed the stethoscope against my back.
"Take some deep breaths for me."
"Oh sure, now you want me to do some heavy breathing for you." Sarah let out a little chuckle while I took a deep breath. I stared at the blank TV screen across the dark room. The only light came from the quiet hallway. Nights were almost tolerable, but the day shift was constantly in and out, taking blood, giving me medicine, or cleaning my room. It was worth it though if it saved Tom's life. He needed a kidney and I had been his only hope. At least tomorrow I was going home.
Sarah moved to my front and slipped her hand beneath my gown to place the stethoscope on my chest. Her head was bent down as she listened quietly and suddenly a smile appeared on her face. I cast my eyes in the same direction and realized my cock was still twitching beneath the sheets.
"Easy John," she said, patting my leg.
"What do you expect?" I defended myself. "I've been cooped up in here for a week and every night they send a beautiful blond into my room to tease me with her medical devices."
"I'm hardly teasing you," she said, wrapping the stethoscope back around her neck and grabbing my wrist for a pulse.
"You mean that you weren't that woman in my dream?"
"I don't know? What was she doing?" She sat on the edge of my bed and wrote her findings down on my chart.
"Well, she started off kissing my chest," I explained. "Then she started kissing me lower and lower and was making great progress just as you walked in."
She shook her head and stuck her pencil behind her ear. "I don't think that was me. We're not allowed to kiss the patients... anywhere."
"Damn..." I said, teasingly. "I give my brother one of my kidneys and I can't even get... kissed."
"I'll tell you what," she said, placing her hand on my thigh. My cock jerked in response. "Since you've been such a good boy for me all week, and the floor is pretty quiet tonight, I'll give you a short massage."
"Really?"
"Really. Let me put your chart away and I'll be right back."
I watched her ass as she left the room. It was full and bouncy like her tits. The thought of squeezing both of them went through my head plenty of times during the past week. I had found out that she was single, but she wouldn't reveal whether or not she was dating anyone. She was 26, two years younger than me and seemed rather impressed that I would give my brother one of my kidneys.
"OK," she said, coming back into the room and closing the door almost all the way. "Why don't you take your gown off and roll over on your stomach."
She lowered the back of my bed while I untied the hospital gown and took it off. The sheets felt cool against my cock as I rolled over and stretched out. Sarah raised the entire bed up as high as it would go and put the railing down so that she could reach my back.
"I'm only going to do the top part...here," she said drawing an imaginary line across the top of my back. "I don't want to disturb your incision."
"I'll take anything I can get," I sighed, as her oiled hands started on the back of my shoulders and neck. "I'm surprised at how quickly it's healed."
"Well, I think it's a great thing you've done for your brother, John. A lot of guys would be too scared."
Her hands moved down as far as her imaginary line and then back up. I moaned in appreciation as she massaged my arms and even my hands. Even my cock was beginning to settle down as I relaxed under her touch.
When she finished with the top half, she pulled the sheet up from the bottom of the bed and draped it over my ass, exposing my legs. She moved to the bottom of the bed and began with one foot and moved her way up my leg. Deeply massaging the calf and then the back of my thigh, she stopped before she got to my ass. Moving to the other side of the bed, she repeated the process on my other leg. When she stopped just below my butt, I wiggled it as if to ask for more. She laughed and gave my butt a quick smack through the sheets.
"Roll over and behave yourself." I sighed and turned over on my back, giving her a little wink. I raised the top of the bed up so that I was sitting up a bit while she added more lotion on her hands. As if embarrassed, she looked away when she started rubbing it into the front of my shoulders.
"You never did tell me if you were seeing anyone." If I had any hopes of seeing her after I got out, tonight was the night to get her phone number.
"No, I didn't, did I?" Her hands weren't the only thing that was smooth; she was good at being evasive when I asked her personal questions. They seemed to slow a bit as she rubbed the lotion into my chest. I stared at her face, hoping to catch her eyes, but she kept them downcast, almost mesmerized by my chest. Sensing the familiarity of the dream, my cock began to stiffen as her hands moved further down my chest.
"Well, I was thinking about how much I was going to miss having you wake me up every night. I guess I was kind of hoping..." I stroked her arm lightly with one finger and she looked up at me and sighed.
"I try not to mix business with pleasure." She moved down to the foot of the bed and raised the sheet up. Applying more lotion to her hands, she began to work the front of my legs.
"What if I promise never come back into the hospital again?"
She looked up briefly as her hands massaged my thighs and I gave her a little wink. She just shook her head and laughed.
"I don't know what I'm going to do with you, Mr. Phillips."
"Just keep going up a little higher on that leg and we'll think of something."
As if to spite me, she stopped and moved to the other side of the bed and started on my other leg. My cock, once again stiff and poking up against the sheets, bounced up and down against the sheets, begging to be touched.
She noticed it and tried to look away, but her eyes wondered back up every once in a while and I made sure my cock waved every time she looked. As her hands moved further up my leg, the tension seem to increase until suddenly she seemed finished with the massage.
Stuck in the awkward moment where I prayed she wouldn't stop, she seemed too frozen to go further. I knew it was against all rules to hope she would. I reached out and put my hand on top of hers as it rested on my thigh. She looked up into my eyes and I smiled.
"Will you help me with the rest?" I moved her hand slightly up my leg, pulling her up further on the bed.
"I'm really not very good at..." She stopped as I pulled the covers off and revealed my hard cock.
"It's OK," I encouraged her. "Just put some lotion in your hands and I'll do the rest."
She quickly glanced at the door, and seeing no one around, refilled her palm with lotion. Taking her hand, I rubbed it slowly over my cock.
"Oh, God," I sighed. "That feels great."
With the small amount of encouragement, she gripped my cock and stroked it up and down as I kept my hand wrapped around hers.
"That's perfect. Oh, yes!"
Like synchronized swimmers, our hands moved up and down the shaft of my cock. I reached out my other hand and touched her leg. She held it safely near her knee with her free hand, forbidding it to go any further. But just touching her was enough for me.
"I think you should hurry..." she whispered, looking back toward the door.
"No problem..." I moaned. I squeezed her hand tighter around my cock and increased the speed slightly until I felt it coming.
"Yeah... right there." I closed my eyes and let the orgasm overtake me. I first felt the cum hit my stomach and then hit my hand as she brought me off. I opened my eyes to see her sweet smile as our hands slowed and gently caressed my cock. When I finally let go of her hand, she got up and went into the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth that she used to wash my stomach and cock.
"My Sarah Nightingale," I sighed. "You are the woman of my dreams." She straightened out the sheets on my bed and tucked in the covers before coming back and sitting down next to me. I took her hand in mine and held it.
"Why don't you try to get some more rest?"
"I'm afraid you'll be gone when I wake up." Neither of us said anything for a moment. Only our fingers moved in the silence.
"Can I call you?"
"I'm always here between 11 and 7."
"I meant, can I call you at home and can we see each other."
"Let me think about it," she said, patting my hand. "It's definitely against the hospital policy and my personal policy. You're still considered a patient."
"For how long?"
"Until your doctor releases you."
"No problem. I'll send you a copy of my release papers and you send me back your phone number. Deal?" She grinned and I knew I had her on that one.
"OK, deal."
I pulled her towards me and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She adjusted my pillow and smoothed out my sheets before turning to leave.
"Don't you want to check my blood pressure again?" I teased.
"Maybe I'll wake you up before my shift is over and check it one last time."
"Ah... now I'll dream for sure."
"Night..." she whispered, closing the door behind her.
