April 18, 2008

• Bruises and Muscles

  His muscles were hard like stone and bulging.  Bruises covered most of his body and his legs were both in casts.  Her job was to give him a sponge bath and she was very nervous.  She had given them before but not to someone as good looking and let’s face it – so damned exciting.  She practically shook in his presence.  Little did she know that the staff was doing this as a reward for their young eager candy striper. 

   

  Jill, 19 years old, had been volunteering at the hospital throughout the summer.  She was a college student who had just completed her freshman year.  Interested in pursuing medicine, she thought this job might give her some insight but it turned out to be mostly emptying bed pans and getting patients water and talking to the elderly.  Jill was a beautiful flower in bloom.  Tall straight and lean, she had well proportioned hips, a great shaped ass and legs that wouldn’t quit.  She still wore her b-cup bras although she had outgrown them.  But she really didn’t need any support from her bra as her plump breasts proudly presented themselves.

   

  In spite of her maturing beauty and intellectual charms, she was still a bit insecure around men.  At least fully developed masculine men such as John Williams.  When she entered the room, her mouth would go dry and she had trouble returning his stare.  She could feel his stare and as she prepared the soap and water, he intently followed her around the room.  “How are you, today?” he asked.  She could barely get her one word response out.

   

  She moved over to his bed and took folded his sheet down to his waist.  She knew she should say something to him about what she was doing but it was just too much to say.  “Are you going to wash me?” he asked.  “Yes,” she stammered.  “Well that’s great.  I’m getting a little ripe in here and was wondering when I would be able to take a bath. 

   

  She started with his face and he closed his eyes.  It gave her a chance to marvel at the strong masculine lines of his face.  His perfect jaw line, muscles along the side of his face and the roughness of his unshaven face, all had an effect on her.  He knees were weakened and she felt a bit faint.  She had to remind herself to stop touching his face with the soapy water and rinse with the clean sponge.  As she moved to his neck and shoulders, she could feel the sinewy muscle groups.  He still had visible bruises over every each of his body from his downhill mountain biking accident.  She had heard that he went over a cliff and tumbled down for hundreds of yards. 

   

  The bruises looked painful.  On a whim she abandoned the sponge using it merely to provide soapy water and used her hands to gently rub the soap against his black and blue skin.  Tight skin over hard muscles, looking so bruised.  It excited her in a way, no boyfriend ever did and she could feel herself responding between her legs.  Meanwhile he had become silent and kept his eyes closed.  He seemed to be concentrating on her touch and it gave her more confidence.  Almost a sense of control.  He uttered a soft murmur.

   

  “Do the bruises still hurt?” she asked him.  “No!” he replied but she didn’t believe him.  They looked too fresh.  He’s just being a Man, she thought.  She washed his arms one at a time moving from one side of the bed to the other.  Under his arms she spent a little extra time double washing his patch of long wispy hair.  He continued to keep his eyes close and stay quiet and this made her more comfortable.  Her efforts became rhythmic and his murmurs more frequent.  First she used the soapy sponge to apply the water, then used long strokes with her hands to rub and wash, then rinsed with the clear water sponge.  Her movements just naturally followed the flow of his muscles and she was surprised at how excited she was becoming yet how comfortable it all seemed.

   

  “Do you do massage also?” he asked, “you seem so good at this.”  “Just for my boyfriends,” she responded and surprised herself with her deliberate flirtation.  She felt herself blush.  He smiled.  “I’ll bet you have a lot of boys chasing you.”  “Not so many.”  “Do you have a steady boyfriend, now?” “Not right now,” she said and the conversation quickly seemed to end. 

   

  She was washing now washing his stomach and realized as she went to move the sheet a little lower that he had an enormous erection clearly visible under the folded sheet.  How could she have missed it?  It was so obvious it was embarrassing her.  Yet she couldn’t stop looking at it.  She could feel her face flush.  It looked like he had a huge cock and she wondered if it, too, was covered in muscles.  She somewhat quickly washed his six pack stomach paying more attention to bruises on his sides and avoiding any possibility of accidentally touching his hard cock which was pointed straight toward his chin and went almost up to his belly button forming a tent in the folded sheet.

   

  “Well, that’s it,” she said as she carried the soapy bowl over to the sink.  “Hey wait a minute, you missed a spot!”  “No that’s all, really!” she said as she slowly poured the soapy water down the drain.  “Now just a minute,” he said.  “I don’t know what your thinking but I’ve been laying in this bed for three days and I am pretty dirty and stinky down there.”  He pointed.  “Isn’t your job to get me as clean as you can?  C’mon.  I’m not asking you to do anything but wash me.”

   

  She thought about what he said and it made sense.  It was her job to clean him and maybe she could do it in a completely matter-of-fact way.  Did she dare to try!  “OK,” she gave in and began to refill the water basin.  “I won’t do a thing,” he said, “I will just lie still and you do whatever you need to, to get me clean.  OK?”

   

  When she returned to his bed side, he was lying back with both his hands under his head, elbows out, looking a little too pleased with himself, she thought.  His eyes were closed.  She took the sheet and folded it down to the top of his two legs casts, exposing his naked parts to the air.  She looked at his face.  He still had his eyes closed but a large smile had taken over his face.  Smug man, she thought, and she felt her panties oozing wetness.  Returning to his genitals she dripped the warm soapy water all around his hips and lower stomach.  Washing with her hands again (even though she thought about sticking to the sponge) she pretty much stayed away from his cock perhaps bumping it once or twice as she moved around.  But to clean his hair she realized she would have to somehow get it out of the way, so with one had she lifted it while the other worked the soap in and around his pubic hair and the base of his shaft.

   

  She let his cock go and almost laughed at the way it bounced.  More water and she worked her hands between his legs.  His ball sack was tight but she realized that he appeared like other boys she had seen in this area.  His muscular wrap didn’t seem to invade his most sensitive spots.  She had trouble getting her hand in between his legs and so she went to the end of the bed and moved his legs apart by lifting each foot.

   

  It was now much easier to reach under his balls and give him a good cleaning.  Her wrist and arm touch his cock many times and on occasion got it to jump all by itself.  She rinsed him and by this time she was handling his cock rather freely pulling it off to one side with one hand while the other one rinsed with the sponge.  He was now moaning and grunting and she noticed that his Cheshire grin had been replaced with a much more intense expression.  Served him right, she thought.  He asked for it.

   

  She had a towel which she had neglected to use when washing the rest of him but now used it between his legs to dry him.  This extra bonus seemed more that he was expecting and when a portion of the towel fell across his stretched cock, his hips began moving in spite of the weight of the two casts on his legs.  She finished and mumbled some comment.  His eyes opened and looked pleadingly at her.  “Please don’t leave me like this.  Please help me.  Please.”

   

  She felt sorry for him and took the towel in her hand and then held his cock in it.  She began slowly rubbing the towel up and down along his stiff shaft.  It was as hard as his muscles.  She could feel him looking into her eyes, but she concentrated on the movement of her hand.  When his hand began to reach for her, she quickly said, “No or I’ll stop.”  She moved faster and faster again as his audible breathing quickened with her pace.  He was grunting his approval of her hand movements.  She felt the towel was slowing her down and so she threw it aside using the direct contact of her hand on his flesh.  That did it for him and she was shocked to see his first gush of sperm shoot straight across his body and land on his own chin.  The second on his neck and the third on his chest before the remaining spurts were settling on his stomach.  She was sort of upset that he messed up her fine cleaning job.

   

  She took the towel which had been tossed aside and wiped his chin, his neck, his stomach with tender slow strokes.  Then quickly kissed him full on the lips, surprising him, and turning wheeled her cart out of his room.  As she left she made sure to add a little wiggle to her hips, feeling quite satisfied with herself.  The doctor had said he would need an operation and that he would be here for a few weeks.  She was glad she had volunteered in this hospital.

  • 1:05 pm
  • 24 Comments