Lacie

When I was in my early thirties, I developed an unusual condition that simultaneously upset several of my bodily systems. None of the doctors I saw at the time had ever seen a similar combination of events and the only solution seemed to be monitoring everything in the hospital until things calmed down and I could resume a normal life. Fortunately, it didn’t happen very often and by my mid forties had only hospitalized me on three occasions.

A week after my 47th birthday I found myself in the hospital for the fourth time. The doctors planned to keep me there for five days while testing and monitoring my condition. They were hoping to normalize and strengthen each misbehaving system in the hope I would remain symptom free when I left the hospital. Monday was my first day in the hospital. After admission, I was probed and tested for the morning and the early afternoon. I was resting in my private room after a hospital healthy lunch, wondering how I could get a decent cheeseburger or pizza delivered, when she entered my room.

She was the nurse assigned to me. She was about five foot ten inches tall with longish ash blond hair stacked on top of her head. She wore a white, one-piece, starched nurse’s tunic I thought had gone out of style during the Clinton administration. It had buttons down the front and a skirt that ended just inches from her knees. The top two buttons were undone and rest were strained by a bust line only imagined by oversexed, teenage boys and 47-year-old men. She introduced herself as Lacie, which matched the name on the badge pinned on her left breast that I had somehow missed while memorizing the rest of her super structure. Lacie explained that she would be my exclusive aide for the entire week. She told me she would be staying in the hospital at night and if I needed anything, anytime, I should use the call button and she would be notified.

Lacie then began to adjust the various dials and knobs that controlled the monitoring equipment recording my every twitch, sneeze and cough. Lacie was on the right side of my bed and the equipment was installed on the left side, facing the bed. Instead of walking around the bed to make the adjustments, Lacie leaned over the bed, and me, to reach the controls. I assume this was to avoid having to reposition the equipment to see what she was doing. I didn’t complain since while leaning over me her ample breasts hovered near my face and eventually brushed my nose and lips. The bottom of her skirt also rode up the back of her legs revealing the backs of her smooth, long, bare legs. It became obvious to me that not all my body’s systems were impaired.

I’ve never been shy about taking advantage of any situation. That’s possibly the reason I’ve never been married. While Lacie was leaning forward, I placed my right hand on the back of her thigh and rubbed up about six inches. Lacie stopped what she was doing, leaned up a little and looked me in the eyes. I rubbed her thigh a second time. She smiled, wiggled her backside slightly and leaned down further; this time pressing her breasts into my face., I rubbed her thigh several more times, reaching to the lower edge of her panties before she stood up, apparently happy with the results of her adjustments. She smiled at me, patted me gently on the cheek and left the room.

Tuesday morning was more of the same, more testing and probing. I was back in my room before noon. Following an unmemorable lunch, I began to wonder when Lacie would appear. I didn’t have to wait long. Lacie walked into the room with a runway-like cadence and closed the door. She was dressed identically to the day before except the top four buttons on her tunic top were unbuttoned. The result was an astonishing display of mammary cleavage and the distinct possibility of the absence of a bra. I held my breath wondering if she was going to repeat yesterday’s equipment-setting performance. I wasn’t disappointed. With a smile that warmed my heart and raised my libido, Lacie squeezed up close to my bed and leaned over to reach the equipment controls on the opposite side of the bed. I immediately placed my right hand on her bare thigh and moved up to the hem of her panties. At the same time, I used my left hand to attempt to unbutton more of her tunic. Lacie reacted to my attempt by lifting her torso slightly to ease my unbuttoning effort and, when I slid my hand under her tunic and over her naked breast, she sighed slightly and supported herself with her hand on the bed while I explored and gently squeezed her breast. When I pushed her tunic aside to expose her breast and moved to raise my head, she shifted slightly so I could get my lips on the business portion of her breast. Meanwhile, my right hand had moved under the hem of her panties and was rubbing and squeezing the most impressive left cheek I’d ever experienced. We spent several minutes like that and when my right hand moved down between her cheeks she stood upright, ending the moment.

Lacie stood alongside casino siteleri my bed with a huge smile while she rebuttoned her tunic, except for the top two buttons. I was extremely disappointed wondering if I had just blown what could have been a most pleasurable experience. When she finished buttoning up she leaned close to my right ear and whispered, “Next time champ,” and left the room. I was astonished, amazed and ecstatic. I knew Lacie and I were on a path to much more and I couldn’t wait until tomorrow.

Later that afternoon, three doctors who were working on my condition came by to talk. They told me the testing had confirmed a theory they had developed since my last hospitalization. They believed they understood what was happening enough to recommend a possible treatment. Over several months, they had developed a combination of drugs and natural herbs they felt had a real possibility to manage my condition. They were prepared to administer the compound if I agreed and understood the possible side effects.

Of course, I was interested and expressed my wish to hear more of what they were offering. The doctors then explained that the compound they had developed might reverse the trend of my weakening body systems and might provide a treatment protocol that would prevent future hospitalizations. However, while they were confident the weakening systems would respond positively, since the treatment would affect all body systems, they were unable to predict the effect on unaffected portions of my body. If I agreed, they would recommend a treatment now and each of the next three days and I would go home on Saturday. After that they felt a prophylactic dose once a week or even as infrequently a once a month.

I immediately agreed. That train was not leaving the station without me. One of the doctors left the room and soon returned with a large glass of water and a spoon. He placed the water on the rolling table by the bed. He then removed a small vial from the pocket of his white coat. He opened the vial, poured a gray powder into the glass of water and stirred it up. He offered the glass to me to drink and I downed it in three large swallows.

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

They told me it would be best to remain in bed, resting, for as much of the time as I could tolerate to allow the treatment to work and they would be back the next day for the next treatment.

Wednesday morning was endless. With no testing and only daytime television, I was desperate for some attention. In desperation, I used the call button just to see a familiar face. Lacie came into the room with her usual smile and tightly buttoned tunic.

“Are you alright?”

“Yep.”

“Anything I can do or get for you?”

“No. Just bored.”

“That’s what usually results from prescribed bed rest.”

“I know, but I just needed to see a pretty face.”

“Try dreaming. I’ll check on you after lunch.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

One of the doctors came back before lunch with the second treatment. The process was identical to the first. A vial of gray powder stirred into a glass of water. He asked a few questions about my sensations since the first treatment and seemed satisfied with my answers.

True to her word, Lacie came into my room after lunch. The top four buttons were again unbuttoned and she closed the door as she entered. In a departure from previous visits, she didn’t attempt to adjust any of the equipment. She stood close to my bed and slowly, very slowly, unbuttoned the next three buttons on her tunic. She then reached down and took my left hand, placed it on her bare right breast and leaned forward and kissed me gently on my lips. Meanwhile, my right hand slid up her left thigh up to her uncovered firm left cheek. Yesterday: no bra; today: no bra and no panties! The possibilities left me breathless and light headed.

I turned and sat on the edge of the bed. I pulled Lacie to me and kissed her gently but with passion. She returned the kiss opening her mouth and tickling my lips with her tongue. My mouth opened in response and we began to explore each other’s mouths breathlessly. I slid both hands down her hips and gathered up her skirt until I could get both hands under it and on her cheeks. I stood and used my leverage to pull Lacie tightly up against my body so she couldn’t miss my obvious erection. She didn’t and within a few seconds was forcing her right hand between us and down under my pajama bottoms until she could grip my erection. I almost fainted as she began to gently stroke and squeeze my erection. Before I erupted, I moved my hands up to her waist and gently tried to turn her body. She reacted by turning around so I was behind her, pressing my erection into the separation between her cheeks. I moved by left hand up to her left breast and my right hand around to her pubic area. On the way, I discovered a mostly shaved pubis with a small patch of trimmed hair. I moved my canlı casino right hand lower until I found her enlarged clitoris and began to rub the knob in a circular motion. I kissed her neck while I rubbed her clitoris and squeezed her breast. Lacie’s body moved in sync with my ministrations until she suddenly froze and began to shake and hold her breath. After several seconds, her shaking stopped and she gulped some air. She then turned back around, placed her hands to either side of my face and kissed me deeply and very long.

Breaking the kiss, she stepped back and began buttoning up her tunic. She then smoothed her skirt and looked me in the eyes. I think she couldn’t miss the shock and disappointment in my face. She leaned forward, grabbed my erection through my pajama bottoms and said, “Next time champ, and thank you.” She then turned and left the room.

It was several minutes before I could move again. I just didn’t understand what had just happened. I had obviously given her an organism. How could she leave me unfulfilled? I wondered what her motive could be. My only comfort was in her parting three words, “Next time champ.”

I didn’t sleep well that night. I tossed and turned, frequently rolling onto an erection that just didn’t want to stay relaxed. I was up and down all night and only once to use the rest room. All night the same three words played repeatedly in my mind, “Next time champ.”

Early Thursday morning the doctor returned with the next vial of my treatment. After I drank the mixture, he asked me a couple of questions. He seemed to be very interested in those body systems that were not included with my wider problems. Eventually he focused on my reproductive system and whether I’d experienced anything unusual or different from before I’d started the treatment. I told him I hadn’t noticed anything in particular except having an unusual number of erections the previous evening. He took some notes and asked me to pay particular attention over the next 24 hours.

After the doctor left, Thursday morning settled into a repeat of Wednesday morning, boredom and uncomfortable short naps. The bad food disguised as lunch offered a short and welcome break. For the next few hours, I lay in bed wishing for Lacie to return.

I was not disappointed. Shortly after two in the afternoon, the door opened and Lacie stepped into the room. However, much to my distress her tunic was buttoned all the way except for the top button. She had a small plastic sign in her hand and as she closed the door, she placed it on the outside door handle. The door latch engaged and Lacie turned to me and smiled.

I sat on the edge of the bed as Lacie crossed the room and stopped about three feet from me. I began to rise to my feet, but Lacie raised her right hand and motioned for me to stay seated. She then began slowly, very slowly, to unbutton the second button of her tunic. I smiled as internally I experienced a delight beyond anything I could remember. I don’t think I was breathing as Lacie undid the third and fourth buttons. It took a full three minutes for her to completely unbutton the top of her uniform although it seemed a lot longer to me. By the time she finished I was turning blue from not breathing and was somewhat slow of wit as most of the blood in my reconstituted circulatory system rushed to my groin.

Lacie’s smile intensified as she wiggled her arms from the tunic and let the top fall to her waist exposing her magnificent breasts. I was glad that I was seated, as I don’t think I could have remained standing under the circumstances. Lacie then reached around, loosened a button on the left side of her waist and repeated the action on the right side. She stood upright and as she let go of the tunic it fell to the floor revealing her unbelievable naked body. I’m sure she heard my gasp as I breathed in completely for the first time since she entered the room. Lacie moved toward me, gently grasped my face and kissed me even more passionately than the day before. If I told you I grabbed her and controlled the situation I’d be lying. I could barely breathe and hardly move.

Lacie unbuttoned my pajama top and helped me remove it. She pushed my slowly back onto the bed while pressing another kiss. Our tongues played with each other as she lifted my legs back onto the bed and unsnapped the waist of my pajama bottoms. She broke the kiss and pulled my bottoms down and off my legs while having some difficulty getting the elastic waist over my incredible erection. I looked down and admired the cause of her difficulty. It was an erection for the ages. An erection to be proud of. I couldn’t remember ever having an erection so hard and large. It made me proud even as it hurt.

She leaned over me, kissed me again as she stroked my pride and joy. She kissed slowly down my chest, never taking her hand from my erection. Eventually she reached her hand and kissed the top of my penis. Her mouth covered my penis as her hand moved kaçak casino down until she removed her hand and began stroking with just her mouth. I sure she heard my involuntary moan as she concentrated on her task. Within a few minutes I thought I was going to explode. Lacie must have sensed my impending eruption since she slowed her activity and eventually stopped.

Lacie gently stroked my erection with her hand as she leaned again to kiss me. While kissing me, she climbed up on the bed and straddled my hips. She sat upright as she held my erection and directed it to her vagina. My body tensed further as she lowered herself onto me and I felt the tight warmth of her femininity. She leaned forward again and with her arms on either side of my chest began to raise and lower her body on my erection. I was in heaven but it lasted only two or three minutes. My orgasm was so intense I think I actually blacked out for a second or two. I don’t believe Lacie also had an orgasm but she didn’t complain as she sat back and let me finish.

When I could breathe again, Lacie raised up, allowing my now flaccid penis to fall sloppily on my stomach and stood next to the bed. A thick mixture of fluids was flowing slowly down the inside of her thighs. She took a handful of tissues from the box on the rolling table and cleaned herself as best she could. She stepped into her uniform, lifted it up and over her arms and buttoned it up. She leaned over me, kissed me gently and whispered, “Even.” She turned and walked unsteadily toward the door. She removed the plastic sign from the outside handle and hung it inside. She turned to me and smiled as she exited the room and closed the door. I could see the sign clearly. It said, “Treatment in Progress. Do Not Enter.”

The rest of the day passed quickly and I slept soundly the entire night.

Friday began early as the doctor came into my room before seven am. He carried another dose of the treatment in the usual small vial. After I drank the treatment mixture, the doctor asked me more questions about how I was feeling. He seemed especially interested in my reproductive system and how it might be different since beginning the treatment protocol. I felt that he already knew the answers and, while trying to keep the relationship between Lacie and myself private, I answered his questions accurately. He was interested in the enhanced nature of my erections and potency without probing too deeply into how I experienced them. Overall, he seemed more than satisfied with the answers.

The doctor told me I would be under going additional testing the rest of the day before going home on Saturday morning and that he would have four additional treatment vials delivered to me before I was discharged. I was to take a treatment every Friday morning for the next four weeks and see the doctor in his office four weeks from next Monday. His office would contact me with an appointment time.

I had a thousand questions as he left the room. Leading the list was what did he mean by more testing? Was everything I had experienced with Lacie testing? Did he know all the details? Was I really the subject of some sexual experiment? Was Lacie just a laboratory and I just a specimen? What about the last four days was real?

While I was pondering reality, Lacie came into my room. She was about six hours early. She was accompanied by another nurse. I assumed she was a nurse since she was wearing green scrubs and comfortable shoes. After greeting me, Lacie introduced Megan. Megan was several inches shorter than Lacie with long dark brown hair, olive skin, deep hazel eyes and a gorgeous smile. Her other physical attributes were competitive with Lacie’s.

Lacie explained that Megan would be assisting her throughout the day with my testing and I should treat Megan with the same enthusiasm as I had been treating her. Initially I had more questions but as she talked I experienced a revelation. If I was right the best course of action was to keep quiet and let whatever happens happen.

Megan left the room and moved the plastic sign to the outer door handle as she left. “You’ve figured it out haven’t you?” She asked. Before I could answer she was next to the bed with her hands under the sheet and pulling down my pajama bottoms. Her warm hand gently grasped my penis which immediately grew larger in response. Her lips caressed the tip and soon enveloped the entire length. She moved rhythmically for several minutes. I quickly became light headed as my blood rushed from my brain to where it was needed more urgently. As soon as I became accustomed to the activity, Lacie stopped, stepped back from the bed and quickly removed her clothing. She quickly stripped my pajama bottoms completely from my legs and mounted me. The feeling of being inside her was magnificent. We established a rhythm. I knew this time was going to outlast yesterday’s encounter. Lacie came first. Her spasm triggered mine and we finished much as we had on Thursday only with considerably more liquid.

As we lay on the bed with Lacie on top of me I asked, “You been testing me all week, haven’t you?”

“I have.”

“And you’ve been reporting the details to the doctor, haven’t you?”