Jon's confusion over Dr. Mitchell's hair soon departed as the doldrums of hospital life set in. Alone in his room he flipped through the channels to find nothing of interest, skimmed through some magazines his sister had left him, stared out the window. If this was how the next two days were going to go, Jon figured he'd go out of his mind with boredom.
The day before, however, had been awesome, and now that his short term memory had returned he could live it over and over again in his mind. The blowjob from the nurse, the first blowjob that he'd ever received, had been glorious. So much so that he even got over having his sister and mother in the room at the time! He wondered why they hadn't made a big deal over it, pretending that it was normal hospital procedures to get that sort of attention from the staff.
"Heh," he laughed to himself, "my staff getting attention from the staff."
He looked over at the nightstand where Nurse Williams had left him her bra as a trophy. It was a white, lacy deal. Jon was no expert on bras, but he was pretty sure this was no grandma bra, but rather the type that one wore if they thought they might have a chance at showing it off.
And show it off she had! He let his mind drift back to the blowjob he'd received, the topless nurse's face in his crotch, her tongue circling his shaft, the build-up to release...
"Ahem," came the sound of a throat clearing from the door.
Jon snapped out of his fantasy to see a hot young nurse, one he hadn't seen before, standing with his dad.
"Hey sport," the older man said, "Just wanted to check up on you. Sorry I didn't make it in yesterday, but your mom said you were doing great!"
The nurse walked in after Jon's father and busied herself in the room; refilling Jon's water jar, making sure the room was tidy. She was a freckled redhead with her hair in a long French braid. Jon liked the looks of her, and hoped to see more of her looks later.
Jon's dad sat down on the end of the bed and patted him on the knee.
"Thanks for coming, dad. You're a lifesaver, actually, I was getting bored out of my tree!"
"Well I'm glad to break up the monotony. I can't stay long, though, only a few minutes. I've got a meeting downtown that I just can't miss. Have they been treating you well?"
The nurse took Jon's blood pressure as he answered to the affirmative. When she leaned down to read the meter, a button on her blouse popped open, exposing her cleavage. Jon didn't mind at all, nor did his erection which had, once again, tented the bedsheets.
"And the food? I know hospital food can be terrible," he dad continued.
The nurse then checked his temperature, once again giving Jon a show of cleavage, this time with another button popped open, giving a show of her pink bra. Jon wished he could adjust his penis without being noticed.
Jon's dad kept on with the small-talk, asking about daily life, inquiring about his short-term memory. Jon tried to answer, but kept getting distracted by the nurse's cleavage. When she looking in his mouth, another button. When she checked his ears, another button. Finally, with her shirt completely open, she checked his penis.
Panicking, Jon looked at his dad, who was completely oblivious of the nurses's hand snaking under the sheets, grabbing Jon's erection. When she began masturbating him aggressively Jon was sure that his father would notice, but he kept going on about cleaning schedules and elevators. When he ejaculated (quite quickly), spraying his cum on the inside of the sheets, leaving a large wet stain, Jon's dad just moved his hand and kept on talking.
Finally the nurse pulled out her hand, wiped it on the sheets, slipped off her bra (leaving it on the nightstand with the other one) and left the room. Jon's dad, too, needed to go to catch his meeting.
"Well sport, it was good seeing you doing so well. I'll try to stop by tomorrow and check up!" At that the older man kissed Jon on the forehead with his puffy pink lips, then clicked his way out of the room in his patent black stilettos.
"What the?!"
