Two days later, there I was, laid up in the hospital with my left leg elevated in a cast and suffering from a severe case of depression. You had been to see me on a daily basis, but when the nurse told us visiting hours were over, I was devastated. You were the only thing that brightened up my day, and they made you leave.
After you left, I found some late-night talk shows on the tube and nibbled off the fried chicken dinner I asked you to sneak in for me so I wouldn’t have to eat the nasty-looking meat loaf and processed mashed potatoes they served me for dinner.
I was in a private room with no one to talk to, so once midnight rolled around, I decided I might as well give it up and hit the sack. The night nurse, whose attitude left a lot to be desired, had already come in and taken my temperature and blood pressure, given me some painkiller, and checked the dressing on my leg, so she was off my back, at least for a little while.
I had just dozed off into a light sleep, with the television still on, since I can’t sleep without noise, when I heard the door to my hospital room creak open. Much to my surprise, I opened my eyes to find you standing over my bed with a bottle of champagne, two flutes, a picnic basket, and a dozen roses. You are always such the romantic, but you had outdone yourself this time.
I asked you what the hell you were doing there, and you told me about the covert operation that you undertook to sneak in the hospital and into my room. That is when I noticed you had on surgery scrubs and a stethoscope. You looked dayum sexy in the dim light coming from the bathroom and television screen.
You told me how you snuck in through the delivery entrance, found the laundry room and put on the clothes, and found the stethoscope at one of the nurses’stations on your way up. I asked you what the hell you would have done if someone asked you what the roses and picnic basket were for. You said you would have just told them you have one hell of a bedside manner.
As it turned out, you did have one hell of a bedside manner . For a little while, you made me forget I was laid up in a hospital bed with a broken leg. You took me to another world.
First, you fed me some chocolate-covered strawberries and champagne and recited poems to me. You had written them because you missed me at home so much, even though it had only been a couple days.
Then, you fed me wheat crackers along with some Brie cheese and finished it all off with my favorite cheesecake from the deli across the street from our house. You always tease me about being such a cheese fanatic, saying I should have been born a mouse. For a second, we heard someone walking down the hallway and figured we were busted, but whomever it was walked on by.
After you sated my palette, you decided to sate yours. You unfastened the top of my hospital gown and let it droop down over my shoulders. When you broke out the bottle of honey, I knew I was in for a special treat, and indeed I was. You squeezed some over my breasts and licked it slowly off my hard nipples. Normally, I would have wrapped my legs around your waist and gyrated my pussy on your dick, but I couldn’t. One of them was a foot above the bed and in shambles. I had to just lie back and enjoy the ecstasy your tongue was bringing me. My pussy was thumping like a rabbit’s foot and pussy juice was leaking through my panties.
That is, until you removed them and stuck your beautiful, bald head between my thighs and found the cherry you were looking for. You sucked on each one of my pussy lips individually and then made your way to my clit like a gerbil running through a maze. Instead of a gerbil, your tongue was doing the running. You ate me with such intensity, determined to ensure I would cum at least three times. I came four.
You raised the back of my hospital bed with the automatic button on the side and then managed to position yourself in front of me so I could get to my real dessert, your dick. I helped you undo the drawstring on the surgical pants and whip it out. You glided it in and out of my mouth for me so I wouldn’t have to do a lot of work. You knew I was drugged up on painkillers, so you did it slowly. I savored every bit of it. I lifted it up, flicking my tongue over the corona on the bottom, which made you shiver and grab hold of the safety rails.
My desire for you grew until I took your whole dick in my mouth, grabbed a hold of your ass cheeks, and made you pump your dick into my throat faster and faster. My saliva trickled out the corners of my mouth as your dick took up all the room, forcing it out. I sucked and sucked until you exploded in my mouth. We both moaned and shivered because you got to cum and I got to taste you.
We heard a gurney being pushed down the hall and some voices, but once again, we were safe. We figured it was someone being admitted to the hospital late at night, being pushed to his or her assigned room. I suggested you leave before someone walked in on us. You weren’t even having it. You said you weren’t leaving until you made sure I was completely satisfied.
It took a whole lot of maneuvering but somehow you managed to get your dick in me, even with the elevated leg. You reached over on the nightstand for the stethoscope you had swiped from the nurses’ station and put the plugs to your ears. You put the cold part against my chest and listened to my heart pulsating in my chest as you fucked the hell out of me. It made you go crazy. I was wondering why it got such a reaction out of you until you put the plugs on my ears and let me listen to your heart. It was breathtaking; feeling your dick pumping in and out of me and listening to blood pump through your heart at the same time. I had the biggest orgasm ever. In fact, we were both shocked when cum squirted out of me like it does from your dick. Once you saw that, it was all over. You came big-time and laid there in my arms with your chest on top of mine. Both our hearts were jumping out of our chests.
You still didn’t leave, saying you had one more thing to accomplish. You pulled out a jar of fudge sauce from the picnic basket you had warmed in the microwave before you left home. Miraculously, it was still warm. You poured some of the sauce on my elevated foot and then licked it all off, sucking each one of my toes at a time. You know how much I love to have my toes sucked. It is the closest a woman can ever come to knowing what it feels like to a man when he has his dick sucked.
You took it to the other foot, pouring sauce on my toes, and then began sucking them one at a time, swirling your tongue around them while they were in your mouth. I came again.
Finally, you decided you better make a dash for the border. It was nearing 3 A.M., and we both knew the nurse would be coming to take my temperature and give me some more painkiller. You gave me the book of African-American poetry you bought for me, kissed me good night, and then snuck out. I laid there reveling in the passion you had shown me, fantasizing about you until I fell asleep.
Dinner at Eight
“Honey, I was in such a rush to get ready for tonight, I completely forgot to put on my panties!” I grinned at you, whispering those words in your ear as the valet pulled off with our car.
We had just arrived at your company Christmas party, being held at a luxury hotel downtown. Your company, one of the biggest brokerage firms on the East Coast, rented out the revolving restaurant on the top level.
We entered the lobby of the hotel, and the bellman suggested we take the glass elevator up instead of the regular elevators in the center of the building. It was a beautiful, clear December evening, and the view of the city was magnificent as the elevator ascended to the restaurant on the fortieth floor. There were two other couples on the elevator with us on their way to the party. We spoke to them, and one of the men was from your department. The two of you discussed a client on the way up.
I was standing behind you, and none of the others could see my hands. I lifted up the back of your dinner jacket and started feeling up your ass. You jumped a little at first, startled that I would even do something like that. I’m usually very conservative in public, but I had been horny all day and couldn’t resist you, Christmas party or no Christmas party.
By the time you arrived home, time was of the essence since the sit-down dinner was scheduled for eight. We had to rush out the house. My plans for a quickie were ruined. I was still horny and knew I would be until you broke me off a little sumptin’ sumptin’.
When we got upstairs to the rooftop restaurant, the maître d’ informed us we would be seated at the table with the head of the company and his wife. You turned to me and looked at me with your sexy-ass eyes. “Boo, you better behave.”
I rolled my eyes and straightened your tie for you, moving close enough up on you so I could brush my pussy up against your dick. “Okay, boo, if you insist!”
I gave you a devilish grin and then we followed the maître d’ to the table. You put your hand on the small of my back as we were walking, and it gave me goosebumps. After all this time, even your touches arouse me.
All the others were already seated at the table when we arrived. We did the usual greetings. Your boss’s wife complimented me on my black evening gown. I returned the favor. We ordered a round of drinks to sip from while the dinner was being prepared.
I ordered a piña colada, and you ordered a vodka and orange juice. When the drinks arrived, I took the cherry out of mine, popped it in my mouth, and did that thing with it that drives you wild. I tied the cherry string into a bow with my long tongue and then sat it down in front of you. You were in the middle of a conversation with your boss, but almost lost it when you saw the cherry string. I could tell it made you horny, thinking about how I use my tongue so methodically on your dick.
The dinner salads and rolls were served while the boring chitchat continued. I asked you to pass me the butter, and when you did, I caressed your fingertips, engaging you in a stare. Saying I would behave and actually doing it are two totally different things—especially when I’m as horny as I was that night.