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Geschreven door: oldnerd Categorie: Waargebeurd Nurse Nora This took place 55 years ago, when I was 20., in the late 1960s. Myself: I was skinny, 125# on a 5-6 frame, otherwise very average. I was not a Gym rat, but had almost no fat on me. As a matter of fact, I could not float in a swim pool. My non-average things are my coke-bottle “nerd” glasses. I looked like the stereotype (back then) of a Japanese man, and my legs are short and my upper body was long and a 42” chest.Not a muscled gym "rat", but very fit. More like a male model. My “equipment is 5.5”, but thicker than most men when flaccid or erect. This along with my short legs, makes it look a lot bigger than it is “supposed to be. I started having pain in my right leg near the ankle. Back then, no MRI, Ct scan or anything advanced like today. The Orthopedic doctor took a series of X-rays and determined I had a bone spur putting pressure on the sciatic nerve. They scheduled surgery. They said I would be there for 2 -3 nights, solely to determine how I handled the post-op pain, and to take X-ray 3 days later to make sure it was fixed. Being an Electronics nerd, I understood checking your work for accuracy. My mom brought me there as I was still living at home, and she would be the one for post-surgery home recovery. They popped in an IV, got me prepped and into the operating room. The surgery nurse and surgeon put something in the IV, and she said “Good night. See you in a couple of hours.” I awoke in what seemed like a long time, but it was about 2 hours. Back then; they used an IV shot to get you ready, and then a tube down your throat, and then something in a breathing gas. In reality, the prep took longer than the actual surgery. As I awoke, the doctor asked “Are you with us.” As in: have you recovered from the anesthesia? I said yes. He explained that everything went well. I would be on painkillers for a few days then home for a week. He said laughingly “No football… Nurse Nora will be your caretaker. She is young but very good with her job.” Initial viewing of nurse Nora. She was about 5-3, I would guess 110 #, brunet hair contained under a hat of sorts, wearing the nurse “uniform” of that time: A loose fitting skirt and blouse suit, white nylons and shoes. No make up, perfume etc, because the hospital rules said no. And, looked about my age. As she moved around she was showing curves here and there, but not in a sense as to showing your “bait”. She checked my BP, temperature, drew some blood for the lab, and gave me some pills and said, “They are an antibiotic and a pain pill. The nurse call button will summon us and we will communicate thru the intercom speaker in back of your head. Let us know if the pain med is inadequate. No un-necessary getting high but we need you to be comfortable and rest. I will be your daytime nurse for the next three days.” I said “OK. You are the boss. You know all about me from my chart, how about you?” She said, “I graduated from High School, and decided I wanted to be a nurse. This hospital is pared with the university medical school, and they have you in class and you also work on the hospital floor within your training, which paid for part of the tuition So when you graduate, you have a degree and experience. I wanted to stay with my family here, so I put in for this hospital and they accepted me. I have been here 4 months, mostly in the recovery area. I like it. My social life sucked for the time I was in school, because of studying and working, you are too tired to take advantage of you little free time, however, we got our degrees in 2 years and 8 months, whereas other places were 4 years. You see, we worked thru the summers.” Me. “I came from a poor family, and went to [the technical High school] and got in at the XYZ manufacturing company. They paid for my Associates degree and I am going for a BS in Electronic Engineering next, I am doing full time work and 12 credit hours at the university. I understand what you went thru.” She came over to the bed and gave me a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek. She said, “We are two of a kind.” Later in the afternoon, she came into the room pushing a cart. She said “Time to clean you up with a sponge bath.” She closed the curtain, and door. The came up to bedside and had me sit on the bed. She dropped the gown down to my lap, and went too it, very business like. She started with my face, then my upper body, and then said “I hope you are not a prude, because we must wash your butt and private parts.” “No I am not virgin or a prude. However, it will be a bit uncomfortable with you being my age and very cute.” We both blushed. “It was difficult for me when the first time I did this. I dropped the sponge on the floor and almost fell down on the sponge and water. Let me say this—I have since done this a lot, and don’t worry about getting an erection. It’s natural especially for you younger guys.” Now, I do not profess to say I have 10” and the diameter of an orange juice can. I am about average. But on my 5-6, 125# frame average makes it look big, especially the diameter. “OK. Go for it.” She completely removed the gown and paused, and was staring at my semi-erect package, and was growing quickly growing. When it stopped it was fully erect, veins showing, head purple. I was watching her and she was looking down. I blushed, and said, “Told you so.” She said “Excuse me if I loose my professionalism. But for a smaller guy you are built well. You should make some girl happy when you get married.” “I don’t mind. I will take complements any way I can. I just wish I could get them without removing my pants.” And we both laughed. She took it in her gloved hand and sponged it down, then used a hand towel to dry off. Again, done very professionally. I said, “I said I am not a prude. I must say I enjoyed it. I am not a virgin but don’t date much. I surmise you did not exactly hate doing that. (She smiled and nodded yes) If you want to do this again, I’ll try to hold still.” That got a chuckle out of her.” “I am beginning to like you and your sense of humor.” “Who says we cannot get together after I leave here?” She smiles and said “Who says?” Then “I have others to attend to, but maybe we can talk with each other later or tomorrow.’ “I’d like that.” Just after dinner, the shift changed. The night nurse was not very social, maybe in the late 40s or early 50s, let’s say large framed. Kind of like what one would stereotype as a woman Marine drill Sergeant. No sense of humor, but very efficient. The nighttime sift had less nurses so they were busier. They gave me my “nighttime” medications and I went out like a light at about 9 PM. Next morning, Nora was there at 6 am, and came into the room just as I awoke. She had on her nurse's pants suit and it showed her body a bit more. Yes, she was curvy, and not fat. There was a hint of a “B” cup there, and had no jiggle to them, as they were required to wear a bra. Her waist was smaller and the stomach was nice without a gut hanging out. However, the first impression I got was she was groomed better. Her hair was in a bun under the hat, and her face had a just cleaned look. She looked really good. She asked if I slept well? Are you in pain? I replied, “Whatever they gave me last evening knocked my out. And I have very slight pain now, but it’s in the area of the incision, NOT the sciatic nerve like before.” “The Doctor you had is very good.” “Nora, I was thinking about what I said about us getting together after I am discharged, and I want to know I meant it, and I am liking the idea more and more.” “Me too.” While she was taking my vitals and drawing blood, examining the incision, changing the bandage, we kept up a conversation about goals in life, hobbies, and such and it turned out that we had similar goals and hobbies. We liked the same bands and music, TV shows, etc She said, “It’s time for the dreaded topic of sex. I am a virgin but popped my cherry myself to make my first time more pleasant. However, if we date I may want to wait for more dates before we get it on. So, in effect I am very particular of who I give my virginity to.” “Believe this or not, coming from a guy, I feel the same way. This is something very special and it only happens once. However, a word of warning; my family is a touchy-feely one. They kiss, hug, etc, and I may show affection or love that way.” “Seems we are on the same page. My family did some of that, but as we got older, it tapered off.” “I have to attend to other patients now, but will be back later for your bath. You are now allowed to use the shower, but a nurse must be in the room in case you fall, as in Hospital rules. I am supposed to be facing away from you.” “I think we are becoming friends, and if you want to watch, I will not tell anyone.” I washed myself with her watching me. She said, “This way, we know that you are not subject to falls, and once home, you can care for yourself. Its protocol here.” She left. My mother came in about noon and stayed till 1. She was on her lunch hour, as she had to work. She and dad divorced a while back. Yesterday I was not brought back from surgery till later in the afternoon, so she called on the phone and we talked on the phone instead of visitation. Nora showed up about 2 PM and said, “I did the other patients first so I can stay longer. Do you want sponge or shower? If you want another shower, I have to tape a plastic cover over the incision.” I pointed to the shower. “Good, I was hoping so.” and smiled. She closed the door and curtain. She escorted me into the shower with a clean gown (I hate those things) and said to strip. I talked with her as she undid the ties in the back and let it fall to the floor. I turned toward her, and looked down. I was almost erect, but still growing. She was looking down at it, and her eyes are big. She said, “The sciatic nerve problem that they worked on is much more common on older men who are usually fat. Excuse me, but you are the youngest one I have had here.” “As I said before, you are very cute, and I am not used to being naked in front of a woman. If you want to watch I am already hard, so what the hell? I will not tell anyone else. Whatever goes on in the shower stays in the shower, right?” She laughed. She said she will wash my hair and back per rules, and I can do the rest if I want to. I said “You can do all of me. We are friendlier than yesterday. She did my face, chest and the front of the legs then looked at me before doing my package. I said “yes, please.” She already had the gloves on and took it in her hand and soaped it up. She held it in her hand a little while and was rubbing it and I said I am going to ejaculate if you do that much longer.” She said, “Should I stop or finish?” “Finish. I will enjoy it.” She said, “First time I ever did that." She changed her grip and stroked it and then I squirted a few ropes on the floor. She then used a washcloth to clean it off. She was red faced and sweating, but smiling. She said, “This topic was covered in our training. They said it is natural and somewhat common. Usually, we wash it fast enough that it does not happen. The instructor said once it started you cannot stop it so let it finish. Thank you for warning me, and that was training I did not get in school. She dried my back and I did the rest. I hugged her and brought my mouth close to hers and asked “may I” She answered by pulling me tighter and kissed, which became tongue wresting. I could feel my dick getting hard again, and so could she, pulling me closer yet and I know she felt my erection against her pussy. The kiss lasted about a minute and she sighed. I pulled her close again, and this time I grabbed her butt and squeezed it. Nice and firm. She jiggled a little bit down there. I cupped her tit and it too was firm. After a while of groping, she said she really has to go now. As he left the room, she said “Tomorrow?” She gave me her card with her home phone number on it, and wrote in the direct number for the nurses station, so it would not go thru the operator. I had my own phone I paid for, and gave that to her. “You bet” I got discharged later that day, as I had to wait for my mother to get off work. When I got home, I saw my mother put all the stuff I needed in my bedroom, so I could function without her there. My mother and I got along fine. That evening, Nora called to see how I was doing. I said I feel good, although a bit tired. She said that’s normal because of what they used to work on me. She also said she had tomorrow off and could stop by. I said, “Yes. A professional changing the dressing would be better.” She came about 9, and I left the door unlocked so she could come in. She came up to the bedrooms and followed my voice to the bed. I had on some shorts, underwear and a t-shirt. I already had breakfast as mom made it for me. We talked, and she said “I want to change your dressing. I can leave it open while you are showering. NO baths, but showers are OK. Then I will put on a new dressing. “ “OK.” I took off my t-shirt and twirled it around like a stripper would do, and did the same with the shorts. She was laughing, and said, “I wish I could write that into the protocol.” I said, “Would you like to remove my boxers?” She moved to where she could do that, and hooked her thumbs into the elastic band, and pulled them off. By then I was hard. She said, “That is the first time I ever removed a mans clothing outside of the hospital.” And we both laughed. The previous owner had the shower built larger, as he was older and his wife had medical problems. That way they could be a “back up” for each other. I pointed to the bathroom and said, “Join me? I never washed a girl before, so we could “train” each other.” “OK. I want you to remove my clothing.” I did that and made sure I disconnected the closing devices so the clothes would not be torn. I did a scan of her naked body and she did not have any fat to speak of, but was not “muscled”, more like a model. I also gently folded her clothes and put them on a chair. She said “Neat too. I think we are going to have a long relationship.” After leading her in, we used a sponge to wash each other. Then she said, “I was trained in this, as you know. I am going to teach you how to wash a woman properly, down here, (pointing). Start with the outside, then do the inside.” I washed the outside, and she said “Use two fingers to open it up, then wash from top to bottom,” I did that and opened it up so I can do the inside. I used extra time and motions around the clit, and she moaned and shook a bit. She said, “Looks like you have done this before and you are getting me very much aroused. Where did you learn that from?” “I have a friend who had a book he got overseas on how to enjoy sex. It was originally written in French, but translated into English, so there are no holds barred. I kept this in my mind. Again, this may sound un-macho coming from a guy, but I am not looking for a quickie, like 5 minutes, zip up and go home or to sleep. I am not into notching my bedpost, but I want to please a woman that way and satisfy her, so she will want more. Then, I will be satisfied. Does that make sense?” She said, “Wow. I wasn’t ready for that. I said before I wanted to wait, but right now; satisfy me.” We dried each other off. She took my hand and led me to the bed. I said, “Before we start, would you like to be on top for the first time? That way, you can control how fast it goes in?” “Yes, guide me.” I fingered her for a few moments and she “got ready” fast, and was wet. Then, I positioned her in the “cowgirl” position, with her knees on the bed and her legs folded under. He legs were very slim, but powerful. I had her grip my very erect dick with her hand and use it to guide it in. I mentioned that if she missed and did this fast, both the man and woman would be hurt. She said, that part I know. She centered it on her dripping love tunnel, and slowly slid down on it. When it was balls deep, I said, “Whenever you are ready, move up and down on it.” She said “I know, I was just savoring the moment.” She went up and down, then round and round.. I asked her, “Where did you learn that?" “You guys do not have an exclusive on Pornogpraphy.” and smiled."besides if it feels as good for you as it does for me…" "It does." She was going at it, and rode it for a while, and I was caressing her tits, she had an orgasm, and got wetter. This got me ready to shoot a load. She sensed this and hurried up. I came the best I have ever did. She stopped and went all the way down and it was all the way in while I finished. Then she collapsed on me, and we held each other. She said, "I am satisfied, and it was worth waiting for you to cum along. (we both laughed) but if you want to do more, I am game. “OK” I said, “Next time I will add in oral sex. It can be used to get both of our motors warmed up and running, as in ‘foreplay’ or instead of when a bed is not available. We both will enjoy this at the same time. I do not do any of the perverse stuff, so all I ask is when I suggest something new, try it. If you do not like that, we can do something else.” “OK. I have some things to do, and I have to leave. However, there’s tomorrow same time? “You betcha” She changed the dressing and said it is healing nicely, then kissed me and left. I was thinking, this may be the one who’s last name may get changed to mine; I will see what happens. We still have my mother to contend with. She only can afford this house because I am contributing the money, and I maintain the lawn, and do minor repairs. Oh, well, one problem at a time… Next day, I discussed foreplay. The kissing, necking and petting, to use 1960 street terms. I started kissing, then we did the necking and petting. I had two fingers in her, and she had a grip on my dick. I said, “the object is to get us both “ready”, not to have a wet orgasm. We want to save that for later, and have as many as you want.” We both got ‘hot” now, I was kissing her and worked my way down to her tits, and belly button, then to her pussy. I licked the outside, then used my tongue thru the slit, and found the clit, which was enlarging. I was sucking on it, and did the two finger “G: spot exploration inside of it. I knew I found it when she let out a shriek and a flow of girl cum. It took a bit for her to come down from it and she said. “Wow. That was awesome. I never knew what I was missing by waiting. And you said that you were particular about who you bedded down with. Did I pass?” “Yes, I think we are a team right now, with possible long interrelationship. I have a question. My mother has not gotten in the way of any of my past girlfriends. She is not religious, and is OK with premarital sex. I do not know how she would like it is I had you over for an all-nighter, or permanent, but we will cross that bridge when we cross it. My question is: How are your parents that way? Would the approve of our relationship? “That is a good question. They do know I am on the pill. Nowadays, sex is a lot more part of life and it is not kept behind closed doors, but I will break it to them, little by little. If, I should say when, we get serious we could have a community dinner and announce it. In the mean time play it by ear.. What was your attitude toward it, before you met me?” “You test drive a car before you buy it, right?” And we both laughed. “One of the things I love about you is your sense of humor. Being a nurse, we see heart breaking things, like you know a patient who is terminal, and they know it. It’s our job to comfort them as much as possible, but some of that goes home with you, and it takes a while to get over it. Of course, we can’t say anything humorous while there, but having someone like you at home will help a lot.” “I get what you are saying. My sense of humor is MY coping mechanism for life’s problems. So far it works for me. However, my occupation of Electronics is not life and death like yours. I don’t know how I would cope. I would guess after a while, it just becomes part of the job?” “Yes and no. Like I said, sometimes you taking it home with you. Nursing at a hospital is mentally exhausting. That’s why some of us drink, or do drugs. I do not and will not get that way. I will get a nurse job at a general practitioner for a bit less money or find a new occupation.” “OK, enough of that. Are you ready for the female pleasing mail version of foreplay?” She said, “You mean, a blowjob?” “Oh, you know about it.” “Again, porno magazines. I often had a thing about doing that, I mean putting that into my mouth, but you did not have any problems putting your mouth down there (pointing ). I am willing to try that. I am sure there are things to learn which are not in the book. Have you had this dome before?” “Yes, twice. The first one was a learning curve for both of us, and wasn’t that good, however the second one the girl was more experienced. But the affair was a friend with benefit thing and did not work out..” I lay on the bed with my legs hanging over the side. I discussed the act and the climax, saying there are choices: “You can swallow, or spit or finish with a hand job. Just before I cum, my dick sort of enlarges slightly and is slightly harder. I will announce I am cuming, so you can experience that. When you are putting it in your mouth, do this slowly. I little bit at a time. Get used to it, then take a bit more. Golden: NO TEETH.” She took it I her hand, and guided it in. I said “leave your hand on the part that is not in your mouth, and augment the sucking.” She took a bit in, and after a few seconds, took a bit more, until it hit the back of her throat and she was gagging. I said “Only do what you can. After time, you will take more and more.” She went along quite well. She did this and after maybe 10 minutes, I announced its cuming. She gripped it a bit harder and sped up, and I came inher mouth, She swallowed and after I stopped, She used her mouth to “clean up. “I said you did well.” After a rest, she said “It tasted a lot better than I imagined it would. I am horny now. Stick it in me and fill me up.” I told her to get on her hands and knees for “dog style” She gave me a look like she did not understand. I said, “you will like it.” She did and I mounted her from behind. She said, “I like this.” and became wetter. We went at it for a while and she came which made me cum. And we were through. A duet shower, and she said “Leave the dressing off now. Its doing well.” She had to work days for the next 5 days, so we communicated by phone and text. I was back at work after that week, and we had different days off. We made do and got together two evenings or whatever our schedules allowed. We set some rules that this would not interfere with our work as we both had good jobs. My mother met her and I met her parents, and both sets of parents approved at the two of us being good for each other. About 5 months later we decided to make it permanent. Also was decided that we broke this to each our parent(s) individually. My mother said, “I was wondering when you would meet someone like her. I am OK with it, but I have a small problem. When you leave home, I will not be able to afford this house, that we lived in for 20 years. I will think on that and come up with a solution. So, I am saying to go for it. Her parents were OK with it. Of course we both got the “Are you sure….?” We make a date where the parents could meet each other and plan forward. WE wanted a very small wedding, itself, but a party for our friends and nearby relatives.. Neither my mom or her parents were moneyed, so we wanted a simple wedding. And we would chip in as necessary. My mother then announced she had a solution for the house problem. She would add our names to the house deed, as JT ROS. This means we and her were partners on the house, and if any of us pass on, the others own the house without probate. And we add a “mother-in-law” suite, and add an adjoining kitchen/dining/living room area. This would give privacy when desired, but had locks on both sides of the community door for times when not. We would pay the remaining mortgage and power bills. This would leave us with 2 extra bedrooms for “future expansion of the family. Not to mention a built in “baby sitter”. That night, we had to change the sheets, twice… I had worked one of my summers with a construction crew, and could do a lot of the work myself, with the women helping me. All three of us took 2 weeks vacation and di it in 2 weeks, and it was inspected... My vision was so bad that "soft' contacts were not invented yet for that extreme of a correction. Nora set me up with an optimologist at the hospital, who did Lasak vision correction, and I got rid of he coke-bottle glasses. My appearance was so changed that when I walked up to friends and had to speak before they recognized me. Fast forward, 5 years. We both work. My mother retired and was the “day caretaker of our daughter, named after my mother ( coin toss), and our son named after her father. We both were promoted, and doing well. Thinking about a third child. There is a country song: “Looking for love in all the wrong places” however, in our case, who would think-- a hospital??? 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