disarmed for a month - but still...

2006-01-14T07:10:00.000-08:00

My name is Maria, I'm 45 and I work as a ward nurse at our local hospital. Work is definately not the only thing I enjoy in life, but enjoy it I do, so I want to tell you about some of the more notable things that happened.

Two years ago a young man was taken to our ward after a biking accident. He had both of his arms and legs badly broken so that surgery was required. He was hospitalized for an entire month because of complications I'm not qualified to explain in detail.

His presence was a pleasant change to the usual monotony. He was really a fun kind of guy and he kept his good humor despite his dire situation. He wasn't able to get out of bed or use his hands in any way, so normally you would expect him to become pretty impatient and unbearable. But he did not.

He asked politely for having his headphones put into his ears and the radio turned on and off. There was of course a large number of such small things we had to do for him, but he always tried to make it easy for us, not buzzing us out all the time but waiting until it was convenient. Of course that meant that we tried to make it as convenient as possible for him too.

There was one issue, however, that became more and more of a problem. For him I should say. It was body hygiene. Of course we had to wash him every day. Me and my colleagues are used to this procedure, normally but not always we deal with rather older poeple, not with keen sportsmen in their twenties.

I must honestly admit that I was a bit stunned when I first undressed him completely. He was extremely handsome and very very well equipped. Mind you that I see quite a lot of naked people, but he was special. Anyway, I kept my professional cool.

The first few days he was slightly embarrassed by the whole procedure which was carried out by a qualified ward nurse and one lower grade nurse, but everything was normal. However, as the days passed, something was apparently building up. He tried to fight it but eventually his penis went hard while I was cleaning it.

He was extremely embarrassed and stuttered "I...I'm sorry Maria, I didn't mean to...". And as always in embarrassing or otherwise difficult situations I laughed and gave my calm-down-blurb, which was "Don't worry, that's perfectly normal, it happens all the time". Laura, who was helping me that day, also laughed friendly and reassuringly. Very professional. We were proud of ourselves ;-)

But what wasn't quite normal was his size. I had never seen anything like it before. And so the whole issue went on to become the kitchen talk of the day and the following night. We were talking about him, how nice he was and about his situation. It wasn't very often the case that someone had both of his arms completely disabled.

In fact, in all the years I've been working as a nurse, I've seen only one other person like this, and she was a girl (and believe me, girls don't necessarily need their hands for that). Some colleagues didn't believe my 12" claim. I probably wouldn't have either. Some of them were about to see for themselves as the next day was my day off.

When I went back to work I asked Vera "did it happen again?" and she answered "oh yes it did, it was amazing, incredible ...". "You didn't tease him?" I asked. (I did ask for a reason because I knew Vera very well). She just laughed and said "No no, of course not, there was no need at all" and she laughed even more.

It went on like this for another two weeks. The girls were taking turns (those who wanted to, some did not). He seemed to be in an ever more desparate situation as he was hard an hour before the washing procedure started. It was three weeks since his admission and there was no way for him to get relief.

One morning I decided to talk to him about it. While I put on my latex gloves and applied soap, I smiled at him and said "It's been a long time, hasn't it?". He was embarrassed and laughed, "I can't help it...", he shrugged. "What about your girlfriend?", I asked, "You told me she was going to visit as soon as she returned from that trip". "Yeah...", he said slowly, "there's been a delay...it's an important trip for her".

"She's missing out on something", I said. It was the first time I made that kind of saucy remark. He smiled while I continued to rub soap on his balls and up the amazing length of his hard penis. I did it more slowly than usual and I ended up cleaning his his glans more thoroughly than usual. I kept talking to him about his grilfriend and acted as if I had forgotten what my hands were doing.

"Where's Vera today?", he suddenly asked. "She's late", I answered dryly. I was a little disappointed that he was asking for her in this situation. "I'll have a look if she hasen't arrived yet", I said and jumped up. I left him there with his hard soapy monster. He protested cautiously.

I thought about Vera while I walked over to the kitchen. Why was it that men found her so attractive. She's younger, that's for sure. Suddenly I felt old. Has my job made me defensive? I used to be very much in demand back then. Do I look spent? Jaded? Tired? I looked down my front. I opened two buttons of my uniform.

I decided I didn't want to be a granny just yet. Why shouldn't I show a little more of what I have? The funny thing is, when I was in my twenties, I didn't hold back. I showed off whenever anyone would watch. I made good use of my "above average" bra size and all the rest to get what I wanted. There probably wasn't a need to do that back then. Why have I become so reticent and conservative now that there's much more need (literally) for such drastic action?

I had to change or my life would've been wasted!

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