Page 1 of Keeping Her Under
To Everyone Who Needs Therapy
But Can’t Afford It:
‘Sup.
One
I'll lose my license if I’m caught touching a coma patient, but fucking hell, she is just too beautiful to resist. Her soft rolls fill my hand everywhere I touch. I squeeze her thigh before trailing my fingers up her hospital gown to her hip. My cock hardens, and I glance at the curtain of her room. When I entered, I pulled it shut across the thick double glass doors, giving us privacy from the rest of the ICU. I can’t see if a coworker or a loved one of hers is about to come in.
But that means no one can see me from out there either. No one can see me touching her…
My breath quickens as my eyes dart back to her perfect body. I squeeze her hip. She’s so soft and curvy, and just from touching her, I’m close to coming. I close my eyes on a little groan as I think about grabbing both her hips and hauling her onto me. The daydream is a delicious vice on my cock, but I quickly open my eyes again. I can’t let my guard down here.
My heart rate kicks up at the idea of being caught. I know how bad the repercussions will be, but the thrill of it increases my arousal. If one of the women nurses walks in, could I overpower her to stop her from screaming? Could I muffle her noises by burying her head between my patient’s thighs while I fuck her large, soft tits? My eyes dart to the set of delicious Gs hiding beneath her teal hospital gown.
Fuuuuuck.
Now I want to be caught.
My cock thickens on another groan. I want to touch myself as I touch her. Grip my cock as I squeeze her breasts. As I bury my head between them and push those gorgeous babies together so I can suck both her fat nipples into my mouth before coming all over them.
My free hand drops to my lap. The bulge beneath my scrubs is obvious. If anyone comes in…
“Fuck, baby,” I rasp. “You’re teasing me so damn good. You’re going to make me lose my license.”
The hairs on the back of my neck rise as I glance at the closed curtain again. It doesn’t move. My breath catches in my throat. My cock strains against my pants.
Fuck…
She’s too goddamn beautiful not to touch.
So with my eyes on the bottom of her hospital gown, I slowly pull it up her thick legs, which are smoothly shaven. I wonder if she has a boyfriend she puts the effort in for. Will he come visit her? No one was with the EMTs when they rushed her in after she took a corner too fast, lost control, and wrapped her car around a tree. There’s no one sitting in the waiting room for her either, their knee tapping away in anxiety.
But that doesn’t mean no one’s about to walk in here at any moment, having just received a call...
My pulse increasing at the risk of being interrupted, I glance at the door again. But no one is coming in. No one is stopping me from pulling her gown up higher and higher. I need to see her pussy. Is it as shaven as her legs?
My breath catches as the tube of her catheter comes into view. It’s secured to her inner thigh with a StatLock, a small plastic clamp with an adhesive, before disappearing off the side of the bed. The sight of it means I’m close. Close to seeing her pussy and having all of my questions answered.
Does her labia minora extend past her labia majora? Can I see those little petals peeking out like little teases between her thighs? Or are they fully hidden by her outer pussy? Or perhaps she’s a Ms. Tulip or a Ms. Horseshoe, and I’ll be able to see her pussy lips without even having to change angle. They could be right there facing me in one more second, poking out at the front of her vulva. Begging me to reach down and run a finger across them. To part them. To slip inside and feel her gripping me as I slide further in. As I pull out slowly, then push back inside her beautiful pussy.
I pant hard as my hand shakes. Fuuuck. I’m excited for what I’m about to find in only a few more inches of lifted fabric. I slide the hospital gown up that final –
One of the glass doors squeaks open.
Shit!
My pulse slams wildly in my throat, and for a second, I freeze, caught like a deer in headlights. I watch beneath the curtain as the glass slides further. It’s moving too slowly, yet too damn fast, my perception of time going haywire under the rapid beat of my heart.
“Doctor Slader?”
Jerking into motion, I drag the patient’s gown down. “Yes?” I ask, my neck hot with wild nerves. As soon as the curtain moves, I’m fucked. My dick’s not above average, but it’s so damn hard, it’s standing out prominently in my scrubs. I should have moved the chair closer to her bed so I could sit in it and hide the tent in my pants. Fuck.
“Grayson’s busy with his other patient,” Nurse Nicky calls out, and I nearly curse. Grayson is the only male nurse in the ICU, and he likes MMA fighting rather than marathon running like me; he is also twenty years younger. I’d have no hope of subduing him. It’s just my luck that he’s the one who’s been assigned to her. My teeth clench hard as I feel her slipping away from me.
I haven’t even got to see her pussy.
Dammit!
