Xena's Dream
Xena stood in the mirror, admiring her freshly ironed uniform. With the white baseball hat and flat shoes, she looked innocent, an angel of mercy. The head nurse, a stout woman with the infinite light year heart, enjoyed the treatment Xena gave her patients whenever she administered medicine, propped up pillows, or read to an old woman whose eyes were operated on.
Xena was admired by most of the doctors, which made some of the other blow-dry and makeup nurses in training jealous. But their comeuppance came when Xena helped out a shorthanded doctor in the ER; an old man had a severed leg, and none of the other nurses were "available." "Let the little bitch take care of it herself," one nurse snarled. (That same nurse was fired for engaging in compromising act with an orderly in the hospital janitor closet.) "She thinks she can do anything," sneered another.
But despite all of this jealousy, no one ever denied that she was beautiful. At five feet nine and with a healthy mane of white-blonde hair, Xena could pack a tight mini and a garter belt with a minimum of bother. After five, her bare face took a completely different countenance...she transformed from sweet candy striper to a real live Venus in High Heels. The only thing that fortunately didn't change was her personality...nothing could take away from that. There was this 44-year-old man, John Herie, poor Welshman who had flown in to receive some much-needed back surgery. Every day, John had to endure grueling physical therapy, but usually Xena was there to cheer him up. Though he spoke fluent English, his accent was heavy, and when he swore, it was in Welsh.
One of the doctors recommended that other exercises could be used to ease John's back pain. One doctor even had the ball to mention sex ("but only masturbation, because penetration would throw ethics out the window"), but that would denigrate the patient's dignity.
Xena was doing her usual rounds when the head nurse was in an unusually foul mood. "Where have the ethics gone?" she sighed, shaking her head. "Next thing you know they'll have stoke victims writing symphony orchestras." Xena was nearby when she heard her, and asked what was wrong. "It seems that one of our esteemed doctors wants to have alternative therapy done to John Herie. The following list of intensive massage, ultrasound, and other sound medical practices are fine. Self-stimulation and copulation are not." Suddenly, a wicked gleam came to Xena's eyes, and the head nurse began laughing. "I assume you like the other two choices, huh? But that doesn't solve the problem. John Herie needs the utmost medical care and we must protect his dignity. We can't fuck the guy and call it a cure!" Xena looked up in the air, and soon a mischievous smile creased her lips. "I could assist John in making him feel better...I think he's kind a cute." Xena covered her mouth to hide her laughter. The head nurse looked from side to side, and then she said sotto voice, "It's a good thing you're a volunteer, or else this hospital would be closed in a blink of the Medical Association eye. I would have the patient feeling better than having the patient go through agonizing therapy and pain."
A couple of days later, John had just finished his afternoon therapy, and the orderly directed John back to his room. The door creaked open, and Xena came into the room. "Hello, John. I'm going to give you a post-therapy wash up...do if you'll sit on the bed, I'll get the water ready."
She ran some warm water into the bucket, and found a sponge from underneath the bed. After putting a little bit of bath oil into the bucket, she undid John's Johnny and found that his penis was already erect. She washed all around his belly, making small rivers around his stomach. John's eyes were in a state of semi-sleep, but he closed them again when Xena gently and tenderly washed his genitals, squeezing his penis after she was through. She began to knead the flesh between her hands, and it was obvious that John was really enjoying the attention. Soon, she began to pleasure him, alternating long strokes with a skilled tongue and good suction. Suddenly, his back arched, and he began to climax. One wave after another made his hips buck, but Xena was able to catch it all in her throat.
A few days later, John's condition improved dramatically. Therapy became painless, and Bill was able to bend over and stretch. Every day, John did Tai Chi exercises to put his mind at even balance, and to keep boredom at bay.
Next week, John was released from the hospital. Xena missed him, but she never lost her cheerfulness as she treated the other patients. Later that week, Xena received a beautiful bouquet of roses, with a note attached:
"Xena: I would like to repay your kind services at the hospital. I know you might have gotten in trouble, but what you did was better than any medicine. Stop by my apartment for coffee and conversation..." and the address of his apartment was given at the bottom of the card.
Xena rang the doorbell a few days later, after she went to a party with her friends that got raided by the police. John answered the door; he was watching "Night-line", and on the table was a cup of tea. "C'mon in, Xena. I wasn't expecting you," he said, and Xena entered.
"Am I disturbing you?" Xena asked with a catch in her voice, but John raised his hand. "You're only interrupting a night with Jay Leon, Ted Koppel and the entire staff of Columbia Broadcasting," he said modestly. "You look very nice tonight...not like you do at the hospital," he added, drinking in her form enclosed in a denim miniskirt, white Edwardian shirt, white heels, and white mesh nylons. John handed her a cup of Chamomile Tea, in which she drank slowly. An orange-red lipstick smile traced her lips, and she never took her eyes off of John as she sipped.
"As I said before, if I got you into any trouble, I am completely sorry," John smiled wanly. Xena laughed, and shook her head. "I admit I was being a little too forward and not using a shred of medical ethics, but I've read that some form of sex is good for the back. Believe me, my little 'remedy' was furthest from a cure. But I think it gave you impetus to heal, along with the Tai Chi exercises you did daily."
John responded by leaning over to Xena and kissing her squarely on the lips. Taken back, Xena recoiled a bit, but she began to loosen her resistance. John kissed everywhere on her face, giving attention to her neck, her eyes, and the insides of her mouth. Both of their tongues danced, and neither of them cared if it continued forever.
Xena began to undress John, slowly undoing each button of his shirt to reveal his chest. It was not a muscular chest, but Xena buried her head within the thick tuft. She took his nipples and began to suck on them, and after undoing the belt buckle, she found his erection at full attention. She brought down his boxer shorts and he stood nude after she removed his argyle socks.
Now it was John's turn. Carefully, he removed her blouse, touching her neck gently after he discovered her red hot bra. Since the bra had a front clasp, John removed her bra with ease. A well-formed pair of breasts met his gaze, and like a baby he nursed her swollen hard nipples. As he did, he unzipped her denim skirt, letting it fall to the floor.
Xena stood up, and he reached to unclip each of her garters from her gossamer white nylons. With a flourish he unhooked the belt from behind, and rubbed his hand up and down her tight ass. Her moistness was already running down her thigh, staining the tops of her nylons. Gently he took down her sexy red panties, and found her warm, very, wet, and welcoming pussy inviting. He rubbed his hand up and down her long sexy legs, and as he did, he brought the stockings down as far as her ankles. Xena bent down, and began to do what she did in the hospital.
But instead of climaxing, John withdrew from Xena and said something in Welsh. He pleasured her pussy, and her engorged clitoris was the feature attraction for her loud moans. But John did not let her have an orgasm either - he backed off and settled her on the couch.
John gently mounted Xena, and he started to suck on her very hard nipples while entering her gently. For each thrust, her moans grew exponentially louder, and she could hold back no more. She shot up like a bolt as she began to climax; she buried her head in his shoulder, as she shook hard against him. Her waves began to excite him, and he also had an intense orgasm...more intense than at the hospital.
John gently cleaned Xena up and then himself. Her parents would wonder why she hadn't come home, and would freak out if they found out that she had sex with someone twice her age. John hugged her gently, and said, "Darling, even though you are half my age, and a minor, I could get arrested. But there is a Welsh proverb that says, 'It's foolish to get arrested, but even more foolish for being arrested for having a good time.' You can visit me as often as you like, because you are welcome here." John kissed Xena lightly on the cheek, and she left the house with tears in her eyes.
Xena awoke from her dream, as her alarm clock rang. She was already home, and she looked in the mirror. Walking in a long nightshirt to the closet, she pulled out her old candy striper uniform, looked into the mirror, and smiled.
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