My Thoughts are Your Thoughts Ch. 02

'You're a marvel Charge Nurse Brown,' I said with great admiration. She smiled and nodded.

'Fiona to you James, and you're not bad yourself for someone who nearly died just a few weeks ago. I'm so glad you didn't,' she whispered, snuggling closer.

'Hey, me too,' I said. 'I presume I'm almost better, now that you've gone and drained the life out of me twice in one night? I'm not in any danger of a relapse or anything, am I?'

'James, you're a big baby, you'll be perfectly all right,' she assured me with some amusement. 'At least I hope so. I was hoping we could do this again sometime. Dying on me now would be most inconsiderate,' she said wickedly. 'Besides, Doctor Smith said there's no reason to keep you in hospital any longer. You're getting out tomorrow,' she announced to my delight. 'Oops, today, it's after 3am. Hey, we'd better get you back to bed before any of the other night nurses discover you're missing.' So, we both got dressed, stopping to kiss and fondle often, and made our way back along the corridor separately in case we bumped into any of the night nurses.

Sure enough, next morning, the doctors came and told me I was being discharged. It all happened so suddenly I didn't have the time to arrange with my parents to be picked up. Anyway, I knew there were always taxi's outside the hospital, so I wasn't the slightest bit worried. As it turned out, I didn't even have to worry about that. As I came out of the lift, suitcase and discharge papers in hand, Fiona met me. 'Need a ride mister?' she asked, smiling for me.

'Do you mean a ride home in your car, or something altogether more wicked?' I shot back.

'Both, if you want it, but let's get you home first, before we get down to something more wicked,' she promised. The trip home was an eye-opener. She drove like a rally driver, very fast, but very competent.

'Hey, don't scare me, I've just had a serious car accident,' I said in mock protest. 'If I shit myself, you'll have to clean me up.'

'Oh, I've cleaned plenty of shitty arses,' she said. 'Yours would be no problem. Anyway, who do you think tended to your every need when you were unconscious?' I gasped with embarrassment, and looked at her, horrified, 'The body doesn't stop functioning just because your fucking brain takes a holiday,' she added, laughing.

'Fiona, you didn't?' I said.

'I most certainly did, and gave you bed baths too, so there,' she said emphatically.

'Bed baths,' I mused, 'fuck, what a shame, I can't remember anything about that at all.'

'Well... be nice to me, and I may give you one later,' she offered.

'Promise?' I solicited.

'Promise,' she confirmed with a big grin.

And so, it came to pass, a few hours later that I lay flat on my back, naked, while Fiona massaged me all over with hot soapy water. Her beautiful hands spread the lather all round my groin and up the length of my prick until I thought it would burst with excitement. She undressed quickly and rubbed herself all over with soapy water too, then lay on top of me, sliding over and against me. 'Is this the recognised National Health Service bed-bath method Charge Nurse Brown?' I asked, but she didn't answer, and by then I had forgotten the question as she slid her superb and oh so willing body all over mine. Sitting up suddenly, legs astride me, she grasped my slippery cock and fed it into her pussy. It suddenly felt a lot more slippery, as she rocked back and forth, moaning loudly.

Her tits were hanging just in front of my face, covered in soapy lather, and I let my hands slide smoothly over them, cupping the weight, squeezing her nipples. She rode me as if I was a mustang at a rodeo. It was wild, wet and slippery, but oh boy it was good. She was loud - there were no constraints in my house, unlike the hospital the night before, so I knew when I was hitting the good spots, and I seemed to be hitting them all from her response. We showered together to rinse off the drying lather, which gave me another good opportunity to touch and feel her all over.

I held the showerhead against her cunt while she gasped and moaned with pleasure, until she finally collapsed in a tangle of legs in the bottom of the shower. I followed her down, but went down further still, licking and sucking her pussy as the warm water rained down on us. Afterwards, I had to help her to her feet, wrapping her in soft white towels, drying her, and taking her to bed. She fell asleep almost immediately. Well, she had just come off night shift after all, and was probably tired.

Thanks to the doctors and nurses at the hospital, I soon made a full recovery from my injuries, although I suffered from occasional headaches for a few months afterwards. My, 'fling,' with Fiona lasted for quite a few months too, but it seems I was destined, through no fault of my own, to have affairs with women who were already spoken for. About a week after getting out of hospital I discovered that Fiona had a long-term partner who worked offshore in the oil industry.

He was often away in Eastern Europe and Asia for weeks at a time and our meeting had coincided with one of his foreign trips. She was happy to meet me when he was away, but when he came home, I was not to contact her under any circumstances. That was fine with me; for although I loved her in a way, I was not in love with her, and our arrangement suited me well. I try never to part on bad terms with any of my lovers; I prefer for there to be some residual affection, and even passion left, for then we can always re-light the flame for an evening or a weekend.

You'll be thinking I have a leaning towards, 'older,' women after hearing my stories about Miss Jones and Charge Nurse brown, but I've had a few lovers my own age and younger too, but these two women came along at pivotal moments in my life, and I still have a good, and on-going relationship with both, so it's only natural that they should loom large in my story. I've often thought of trying to get them both together, but that's the ultimate male fantasy isn't it? I may have to try a little harder.