Tickled Pink

She was seeing it all right-touching it, too. In no great hurry, her fingers grazed my balls as she untangled the wires, handling my stiffening cock gently as she unwrapped me. I grew in her hands, although I tried to will my erection away. We all know how well that worked-can't make it happen, can't make it unhappen. Her hand felt fantastic, though, and the way she peered up my shorts, all interested in how things were wrapped up in there, was making my cock literally throb.

"There." She slid her hands down and put them on her knees, looking up at me again. I couldn't help but stare at her pink little mouth and wonder what it would feel like wrapped around my cock. "I think we're all ready."

"Yep.” I was ready all right. But not for sleep!

"Now that we have you hooked up, you can lie down over here." She pointed to the twin bed pushed against the wall. At least I didn't have to sleep on the metal table!

"I'll turn the lights off. Just like home. Make yourself comfortable."

"Will you read me a bedtime story?" I joked, sitting on the edge of the bed. It was actually quite comfortable, much more so than regular hospital beds I'd been in.

"Rip Van Winkle?" she teased as I situated myself under the sheet.

"Hope I don't sleep that long." I laughed and she smiled again as she walked toward the door. I couldn't help admiring the soft swing of her hips. Damn, but that was nice. There was nothing like the sway of a woman's hips.

"Have a good sleep, Mr.-Charlie."

"Thanks," I said as she turned out the light and went through the door.

I tried to sleep, I really did. It just wasn't gonna happen with the image of little Annie kneeling between my thighs and staring up at me with those big blue eyes. My cock demanded attention, and there just wasn't anything else to do but give it some.

I knew I was gonna be here all night with a stiffy otherwise, and the irony wasn't lost on me. I had to pop those little blue pills like candy in order to make anything happen with Trish most of the time, but here I was with a raging hard-on that just wouldn't go away. Of course, I reasoned, it could have been sweet Miss Annie on her knees with her hands up my shorts that did the trick. Wish the doc had given me that prescription.

My perfectly average five-inches now tented the sheet and I tugged at it through the material, wishing it away, but it was no use. I glanced around in the darkness and tried to judge how long it had been since Ms. Anne Miller had left the room. Would she come back, I wondered? God, I almost wished she’d come back, just so I could see her sweet little mouth one more time.

That pink tongue! My cock jerked at the memory, remembering the feel of her hand touching my cock as she untangled the wires from around the head. Christ, the way she’d slowly extracted me! It was her lack of hurry or embarrassment that really got

me, the way she peered up the leg of my shorts with interest. The fantasy of nurse Annie coming back into the room was planted firmly in my head now, just as firmly as my hand was gripping my cock.

My hand shuttled up and down the length of my shaft, recalling the way her eyes tilted up, and that incredible smile. Oh God, how I wanted to press my cock to the soft, pink opening of her little mouth, to see her tongue snake out and lick the head, right there, around the ridge. I wet my thumb and ran it over the glans, moving it like her soft little tongue, back and forth, increasing my pleasure.

"Suck it, Annie," I whispered, my hand now the soft, wet tunnel of her mouth, moving my hips and fucking that sweet orifice harder, faster, making her gag and wrap her hand around me to keep from choking. (Okay, so my five incher hadn't ever made a woman gag in my lifetime, but it was my fantasy, damnit, and in my fantasy, nurse Annie was most definitely having a hard time handling my length!) The temperature in the room was increasing and even the sheet over me was too warm. I pulled it down, and my shorts, too, uncovering my cock and balls to the cool air, my hand working fast now, like lightning, feeling a familiar tightening in my belly. Nurse Annie was pulling up her scrub top, now, showing me her full pink-tipped breasts. I watched them bounce as she jerked and sucked me, moaning around my shaft.

"Play with your pussy," I whispered, and in my fantasy, her hand crept down that taut, smooth belly, digging deep into her panties so she could finger herself, moaning even louder around me.

And then, of her own accord, that sweet little blonde was pulling her fingers out and rubbing her wetness over the head of my cock, dabbing the sticky fluid all over the

tip. I groaned, thrusting up in my hand, feeling the cum boiling in my balls-they were drawn up so tight they felt trussed.