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File name: Christine.rtf  (M Tg rom)

Authors name: nalatogg (nalatogg@yahoo.com)

Story title : Christine

  I have been struck by a moving vehicle while crossing an intersection. The driver sped off so I have been left lying in the gutter with my legs lacerated but not broken. I am in extreme pain and disoriented, slipping into shock. I phase in and out of consciousness, but am vaguely aware of many hands grabbing me and my experiencing weightlessness.

  My next memory is of white, sterile surroundings and a sharp disinfectant odor. I do not know where I am but I sense safety and order, a vast contrast to the chaos of lying vulnerable in the street like a discarded homeless person. I mentally let go and turn my thoughts to peaceful calm, willingly surrendering to my surroundings. I hear far away the familiar swish of a uniform against nyloned legs, and I realize that my visitor is my attending nurse, or a nurse. I open my eyes to you, a tall, statuesque life giver with piercingly blue eyes. You are beautiful, and I have seen enough nurses in my lifetime to know this is a rarity. I silently pray you are my comforter and caregiver. I realize that you are smiling at me and I attempt to mimic you. My lips hurt as I try.

  "Would you like some water, Mr. Jones?"

  Your voice is rich and melodic as it floats past those full, fleshy, and very red lips. It takes me a moment to realize that you are waiting for a response from me. I am so focused on your mouth and your luscious lips. I wonder what it would be like to kiss them? My thought process is grinding to a halt from the medication.

  "Ye..yes, please. Thank you, nurse."

  "My name is Christina, Mr. Jones, and I will be your day nurse. Here, take a sip."

  Thank you, thank you, thank you, God. I sip a soothing liquid. My lips feel as though they are cracking. I notice you are watching me all through this. You reach into your uniform pocket and produce a small tube.

  "Here, let me soothe your lips for you. Hold still."

  I did, and you gently apply the balm. You lean in closely so as not to err on the application. Your femininity wafts up around me and I feel helpless. Your subtle and unspoken sensuality ensnares my being. I find myself studying your angelic face, rich, deep blue eyes, full mouth, pert nose, lovely, flowing brunette hair, white, white teeth. Oh, man. You are taking your time with my lips, smiling all the while. I think you are playing with me. I don't mind however. I love to be teased by a beautiful woman.

  "Ok, that should do it. Feel better, Mr. Jones?"

   I did.

  "Thank you, Christina. I do feel better. Please call me Alan."

  "Ok,..Alan. Is there something more you need?" That smile again, so disarming, so vibrant.

  "No thanks. You've been marvelous to me. Just visit me often," I venture optimistically. Your smile widens, but you say nothing more and move away from me. I guess to leave. My eyes flick to your bodice. You are a firm woman with a slim and shapely figure. Your breasts jut outward and I suspect gravity has no claim on them. You are slender in waist and your legs are of killer quality. I find myself daydreaming while staring at you. Bad manners, very bad manners.

  "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself."

  "That's all right, Mr. Jones." And you leave the room on the turn of your foot. Oh, what was I doing??! What a blunder I made! I settle back into the pillows and sheets to ponder my behavior. I realize that I am more tired than I thought and I slip into sleep.

  Wha-what? Someone is coaxing me out of a deep slumber. I flutter my eyes open and you are before me, gently touching my shoulder. I hear your voice far off.

  "Wake up. Wake up, Mr. Jones. Time for your medication."

I mumble incoherently until all my senses are coordinating together. I take what is offered as I struggle to come to full clarity.

  "Christina, I want to apologize for my staring at you the way I did. I have no excuse for doing that."

  "That's ok, Alan. I'm used to it," you shyly confess.

  "You shouldn't have to be. I..I was taken by how pretty you are. I never had a pretty nurse before. Please forgive me."

  "Thank you for saying something, Alan. I'm not offended by your interest. Actually, I'm flattered by it. Is something you would like?" I'm not having gentile thoughts right now, Christina, I think to myself.

  "No, no, thank you. I just need to heal my legs. Has the doctor been around? Do you know of my progress? I haven't dared a look since I was brought in here. Besides, I am tired of lying on my back all the time. My butt's sore," I chuckle.

  "Well, let's see how you are progressing."

  You move to the side of the bed and peel back the covers, exposing my bandaged legs and me. It is not as bad as I had feared. Hmmmmm, you sound. Your fingers touch my skin as you examine me. Your touch is so light and feathery. I feel myself becoming aroused, something which I cannot control. I am wearing one of those infernal hospital gowns that are designed to make one's backside easily accessible. I sometimes wonder if they weren't conceived by hard-core prison inmates. Your hands skim lightly over my skin as you look here and prod there. I cannot hide myself and I feel my penis starting to thicken underneath the hospital gown. You linger a moment longer, I think, to enjoy my reaction. You certainly can't miss the outline that has suddenly developed. You mercifully return the bed sheets, covering my legs. I know, I'm sure I detected a small half-smile as you turn away to leave the room.

  "You seem to be healing quickly and I will check with the doctor about having you in different positions on the bed."

   Then you are gone. Just like that. I sit there with my throbbing member, willing it to disappear for now. I dwell on what just happened. You are so....hot is too crass a word. Sensual, sensitive,....ah, shit, hot. My medication acts as it should and I am back in slumberland, dreaming of my new nurse, wanting to do things that otherwise would be inappropriate. The dream is progressing rather nicely and my libido is an active participant.

   But all too soon I awake to a dim room. It seems it is the middle of the night, but I can't tell, as there is no clock anywhere. I lie there trying to recapture the pleasant feelings I was experiencing. No go. I am rapidly awakening. This is frustrating. I feel like masturbating. I'm not turning on the TV. I'm not getting out of bed. And I can't get back to sleep. Frustrating. So, I think about you. What do you look like under all that officiousness? I think you are capable of great sensitivity. I imagine your hands flowing over my body, cooing their approval. My cock is responding to this vision. I love getting hard for a beautiful woman. I just let it happen and I am at full mast. I have pulled the covers down so I can look at myself and think of you. I feel so sensitive there. My shaft is so stiff and long. The head is red with pent-up desire. Precum is beginning to form at the top and I love looking at it. It glistens in the dim light. I'm so erect. My heart is beating wildly.

   Tap! Tap! Tap! What the f---! Someone's at the door! I quickly reach for the covers, but I am not quick enough. You pop your head in and see me in my glory. Oh, shit! I cover myself anyway, trying to preserve what dignity I have left.

  "Ooooo. I seem to have come in at the wrong time. I can come back later."

  "No, no, please don't go. I-I-I..."

  "It's all right, Alan. I see that not all your parts got damaged. That's good. I came by to see if you needed a massage since you have been good about not complaining. Besides you need a sponge bath and your meds."

  "Isn't this past your shift?"

  "Tonight I have swapped with one of the other nurses, so they could attend an important function."

  You set your equipment down on the bedside table and proceed to scoot me up into a sitting position. The bedcovers fall to my lap. My penis is still slightly fluffed but manageable. You leave to fill the portable basin with warm water and retrieve the bathroom bath towels. After arranging the items to be used in my bath, you pull off my gown and I am sitting bone naked under the covers, well, half of me. You sit down next to me on the bed, and you are irresistibly close to me. My heart starts up again and this time it is accompanied by a buzzing in my ears where the blood has decided to migrate. I am in your charms and I let you manipulate me. You soak the washcloth in the warm water and start on my back. It is soothing and sexual. We are not speaking, as I would be incapable of anything coherent at this point. Your hands are firm and controlling as they massage and knead my muscles. God, it feels so good. I am loosening up by the second. You concentrate on my neck and shoulders and I am putty in your hands.

  "Does it feel good, Alan?" you whisper behind me.

  "Do my hands feel good against your skin?" you whisper closer in my ear. Your lips are no more than an inch from my ear opening. I feel your breath as it tickles and accentuates your consonants. My prick is now rising like the dead in those B-grade horror flicks. I am powerless to stop it; neither do I want to.

  "Ahhhh, yeah, ohhh," is all I can manage. Articulation is out the window. Your hands have dispensed with the washcloth and I feel your fingers reach around me to my chest where they dance and swirl across my tummy and nipples. I am fully erect now and I look silly with the sheet draped over the head of my cock like some ghost from Christmas past. It is a testament to your power over me. You haven't touched me, but my testicles are full and armed.

  "Oh, God, Christina. You're a Goddess to me. Never have I felt anyone touch me the way you do. You have fingers of a shedevil."

  I hear purring behind me and you have moved closer to me now. We are snuggling like bent upright spoons. Your hands are busy relaxing (?) me.

  "I want to kiss you, Christina. I want to kiss my Goddess."

  Your hands dip to my groin and clasp the shroud hiding the evidence. I groan.

  "You're so hard, Alan. Did I do that?" you coo.

  Abda, abda, abda. I grow harder still.

  "I think so, Christina."

  ALL the blood is now congregated in my appendage, and you have captured it in your hands. You squeeze, release, squeeze, release. Your hands are marvelous at what they do. I suddenly feel raw air on me as I realize that the sheets are now gone from my waist and groin. I am exposed to you as you have now encircled my shaft with one hand and cupped my tight scrotum with the other.

  I hear a throaty "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" close to my ear. I actually feel pale north of my waist as all of my reserve blood has now stampeded to my cock. Never have I ever been seduced by someone as you are doing to me now. It is so exciting. I am thrilling to your seductive voice and hands. You are snuggling your face into the back of my head as you hum your approval. Your body has folded into mine and we are one.

  "Oh, Christina. Oh, Christina."

I finally muster enough strength to pull you around me. I kiss you now, gently at first. I feel your firm, fleshy lips as they smother mine. You have such beautiful, pouty lips, meant for kissing, making love to. I kiss you languorously, relishing the smooth texture of the skin, the spongy lip mass pushing against mine, the sweet fragrance of your oral femininity. I'm dizzy from these sensations. You kiss like someone who knows how to love someone. There is nothing urgent about our display of affection. I decide to be bold and part your lips with my tongue, not insistently, just gradually. Your mouth parts as I enter and I tongue-to-tongue with you. We feel out each other, dueling, probing. My cock is pushing against your leg. Your hand drops again and gently clasps it, feeling my throbbing as my heart continues to compress the blood there. My hands are now free to explore your curvature. You're so firm everywhere. I run my palms upward and cup your warm breasts. They fill my hands and I can feel your heart within my right hand. It is beating as urgently as mine is. I gradually sink both hands until they are resting on your thighs. You are not wearing any nurse's stockings. I grin into your mouth. My hands proceed slowly and cautiously up your thighs, under your nurse's outfit, into the forbidden zone of your lusciousness. Higher they travel until I am at juncture of your legs. I gingerly touch your vital area with my fingertips, oh so gently, careful not to intrude on your privacy. It feels different there, not what I was expecting. There is a hard ridge nestled between your legs. I grin again into your mouth, as I realize you are not a genetic girl but instead you have been endowed with nature's blessing. I cup the ridge and it seems to grow longer. I break the kiss and see your face. Your eyes are slits. Your mouth pursed with lust, your face relaxed.

  "Here, let's let her out. She seems so cramped," I whisper, as I take it upon myself to remove your thong underwear and release your serpent into the night air. Your cock is magnificent, as it bobs and weaves before us, pulsing with the blood of your heart. It is pink and smooth, and the head is flared with desire. I touch it carefully, as I have never touched another's penis before. It is silky soft and rigid behind its skin covering. Very warm and inviting. I caress your shaft, reveling in the sensation of desire you are showing me. I push up your uniform and expose your bottom half and drink in your loveliness. Smooth legs, taut stomach, hard, pulsing cock weaving before my eyes. It beckons me down and I cannot resist. I bend at the waist and, like the old dorky toy birds that used to dip toward a glass of water, I dip toward your sword to engulf it. I part my lips and let it plow past my tongue, bumping me at the back of my mouth. Don't ask me why I am doing this as I have never taken a cock into my mouth before, but it is as natural as kissing you. I savor your taste and aroma. I am full of you. I let my tongue bathe your shaft as I suckle you. I move my mouth up and down on you. I hear you gasping above me. Up and down, up and down, up and down. I flutter your underside with the raspy top of my tongue. I realize I must finish what I have started, for there is no denying you. I have never tasted sperm (other than my own) and I brace myself for your deluge. I go faster, whipping my tongue back and forth. You start to lift your hips off the bed as your urgency increases. You are sighing and moaning continuously now, and it is obvious that you are about to ejaculate.

  "Oh, Alan, suck me, honey, suck me! Ohhhhhh! Ahhhhh! Uhnnnnnn! I almost there! Faster! Faster! I'm cumming! Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

  My mouth is abruptly filled with your seed as you jet forth a rope of hot, viscous sperm. It splashes on my tongue and washes the inside of my mouth. I don't swallow but keep fucking your cock with my mouth. More semen surges into me and I keep collecting it. A third pulse, a fourth. My mouth is full of your offering and I allow myself to test the mixture with my tongue as I swirl it around and savor your fragrance. It's not bitter like I thought it would be. Sweet, actually. It is rich with your fertile essence. I swallow it. Mmmmmm, good. Your cock has begun the long process of wilting back into your crotch. I give it one long soulful kiss before I straighten up. I am extremely horny and need release. I want to cum in your mouth if you will let me. But I guess that is for a later time.