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A sailor encounters paradise in paradise; a love story. |
| Pearl-1b * * * * The Clinic sedan delivered me to my apartment complex about 4:00 pm Saturday afternoon, and the driver helped me up the stairway and down the outside passageway to my apartment. I was still dressed in a blue clinic gown, underneath which was nothing but my boxers, socks and shoes. As we approached my doorway, Barbara suddenly burst through her doorway, blocking our way back to my apartment. She immediately wanted to know what had happened, and pestered the medic that had assisted me until he finally told her, “Look, he’s a fuckin’ hero! Oops! Sorry, miss.” He then went on to relate all that had happened much earlier that morning. But, he added, since I had someone at home to take care of my convalescent needs, they’d allowed me to come home. However, I had to report back to the clinic in a week for a checkup, just to make sure that everything was healing well. It was at this time I shot a beseeching look at Barb. I’d lied to these people, and I didn’t want them to know it. Catching my look, and understanding what I might be concerned about, she quickly came to my rescue. “Yeah,” she said. “We have a nurse on this floor that is not working at the moment, and I’m sure she’ll be happy to take care of our little hero.” Thinking that Barb was referring to my roommate, the driver nodded his head and winked at me, passing over a heavy bundle of my clothing, clean dressing supplies, and the medicinal salves and antibiotics that were to be used in my daily changes to her. Barb accepted the package, and raising an eyebrow at me, escorted me into her living room. After the driver had finally left, she turned to me and said, “Jim, just what the hell were you thinking? Just how did you expect to treat yourself in those, those… boxing gloves?” How could I explain my situation to her? Here I was, doped up on painkillers, wrapped up like a Christmas present, struggling with my pride, and trying to figure out how I was going to answer those questions that she’d just thrown at me. Having given me more than enough time to answer, Barb had finally gotten an idea as to how my dilemma was going to work out. Interrupting my dumb look, she said, “OK, I’ll make you a deal, mister hero; I’ll talk Beth into checking in on you and changing your dressings, but you’ll have to promise me that you’ll keep an eye on her while we’re gone. Got it?” Thoughts were still stumbling through my head, and I really couldn’t sort them out. Not being able to figure out a better resolution to my problem at the moment, I simply nodded my head ‘yes.’ Barb dragged me over to her couch and made me sit down. Sensing that I wasn’t quite ‘with it’ at the moment, she told me to stay put while she fixed me something to eat. She must have been clairvoyant, because I’d had nothing to eat since the accident, and was starving. Along with the hunger, the pain in my hands was slowly returning, and the only thing I could think about now was that I’d need my medicine soon. As I was thinking about that, I heard the front door slam, and Beth came slowly walking into the room. I guess you’d say she was ‘walking’, but she moved like she was on a catwalk, and she had a two-piece swimsuit on that left little to the imagination! Between my medicated state, my lack of companionship lately, and the vision in front of me, my groin began to lose control. As my bathrobe began to slowly rise in front of me, I pulled my hands from my sides and placed them in my lap to hide the obvious interest that my cock had suddenly taken in her. Surprised, Beth walked over to me and, turning to Barb who was just returning from the kitchen with a sandwich for me, said, “Hey sis! What’s going on? Entertaining Mr. handsome in our living room, and in his pajamas?” Fortunately, she was so busy teasing her older sister that she hadn’t noticed the rigid problem I was wrestling with in my lap. Barb quickly explained what had happened to me that morning, and then pulled her into the kitchen, to give her instructions on my treatment, I hoped. By the time they returned, I had struggled through my sandwich (ever try to eat a sandwich with boxing gloves on…?), which had left debris all over the floor and me. My intense hard-on had also subsided as well, somewhat. I mumbled my apologies, and sensing the pain was getting too much of an edge on me, asked for a dose of painkiller. Beth quickly sorted through the bundle I’d brought with me, and finding the medication fed it to me quickly with a small glass of water. She then explained to me that she and Barb had agreed that Beth would take care of me until I could take care of myself, and that all I had to do was ask if I needed anything. After she’d said that, I thought I saw a twinkle in her eye, but in my condition, it could have been my imagination. Seeing the mess that I’d made out of the sandwich, she also told me that she’d be making me something to eat until I could feed myself. Once we’d worked out the details of what I’d probably need in the way of assistance, both Barb and Beth escorted me back to my apartment so that I could finally get some rest. I whispered to Barb to remain behind a bit after Beth returned to their apartment, as I had one last request to make before she left my apartment, and it was a little embarrassing. After Beth had left, Barb asked me what the favor was, and I hesitantly explained to her that I couldn’t drop my boxers to go to the bathroom myself, but if she’d quickly drop them to the floor, I could just keep them off, and I’d be able to do “my thing” without assistance. I could sense my face was flaming red, but if I expected to be independent in any way whatsoever, I would have to get them off. Unfortunately, while I was asking her this, my cock had again begun to swell, and a rather substantial tent in my boxer shorts was painfully evident. Smiling, Barb quickly knelt down in front of me, and pulling up my bathrobe, she was immediately confronted with my rather substantial hard-on. Once I spotted the shocked look on her face, I quickly turned around and suggested that she pull my shorts down from behind. After a moment, she did so, and I felt the warm breeze from my living room blow softly across my ass and balls. Getting up from the floor, and helping me retrieve my shorts, Barb turned to face me with a wide grin on her face and asked, “Well, Jim, is there anything else I can do for you before I go?” Thanking her, I said no, and escorted her to my door. Exhausted, I turned to relieve my bladder before hitting the sack for some well-earned rest. While taking my constitution, I noted yet another awkward facet of my condition. I couldn’t seem to keep the clinic bathrobe out of the stream of my urine, simply because it was donned backwards to a regular bathrobe. Making a bit of a mess, I traded it in on a bathrobe that opened in the front, so I could at least pull the sides back out of the way of my ‘business.’ Solving this problem only created another one, as I was soon to find out. Sunday morning, at about 11:00am, there was a knock at the door, and in walked Beth, dressed in shorts and a blouse tied at the waist. I swear, if she were dressed in a circus tent, she’d still get my blood pumping! All business now, she directed me to a seat, and snipping off my old dressings, she carefully surveyed the damage done to my hands. I had a few nickel-sized blisters on my palms, and the rest of the areas were beet red. Painful? You bet! Fortunately, I had no 3rd degree burns, and my recovery was expected to take place within the next couple of weeks. I had to give her credit, she was quite professional, and after cleaning the injuries, she wrapped them back up (this time with thinner bindings) in no time at all. Reaching into the basket that she’d brought with her, she came up with a couple of delicious ham and cheese sandwiches, one of which she proceeded to hand-feed to me. While she was taking care of me and feeding herself, I noticed that she kept looking down, obviously distracted. Following her gaze I was shocked to see that my robe had fallen slightly apart, but enough so that my cock and balls were plainly in sight! Worse yet, while sitting there with her, my cock had been slowly getting hard, as though to acknowledge her presence. I quickly fumbled to cover myself, apologizing profusely. Thinking that I’d screwed up this opportunity to remain home while healing, I tried to think of some excuse I could use to keep Beth on track with my treatments. Looking over at her, however, I noted that while her gaze indeed was intent, her face was also flushed, and she couldn’t seem to keep her eyes off my lap. I also noticed that the skin beneath her chin to where her blouse opened on her chest was also bright red. Slowly clearing her throat, Beth said, “Uhm… Don’t worry about that, I’m…uhm, a nurse, …almost a nurse you know.” I tactfully waited while she composed herself, and had a chance to clean up the mess that the dressing change and the sandwiches had created. She then laughingly took her leave, shooting back over her shoulder, “You better stop teasing me, sailor.” Nice recovery, I thought. There’s just something about having too much time on your hands, particularly when you’re having to re-learn how to do ordinary things, like going to the bathroom, turning on the TV, changing channels (no remote in those days), trying to open a bottle of beer with boxing gloves on, etc. Added to all this, I was beginning to spend too much time thinking about the sexy broad next door, and wondering if I could ever learn to ‘jack-off’ again with these bandages on my hands (actually I thought I could figure that out, but my hands were too painful at that time.) Promptly at 5:00pm she popped into my living room once again. It seemed to me that she had managed somehow to expose even more skin with the outfit that she wore. Short-shorts; and a bra that did more to expose her B+’s than to conceal anything. Again, she instructed me to sit while she changed my dressings. Having magically produced a small, nutritious evening meal from her basket, she cracked open a couple of my beers, and we chatted for a while. Apparently her sister and her brother-in-law were leaving for the mainland first thing in the morning, so Beth was probably going to be a little late on my dressing change Monday morning. No problem, I told her. Another pair of beers was opened. As we talked, I suggested that she take a bit of time off and try to meet some guys while on vacation, since she was still single. She laughed, and cracked yet another pair of beers. Actually she said, Barb had suggested that she strike up with me. While they had been living next to me, they had gotten the impression that I was a ‘steady-eddie’, or a reliable young man, even when shacked up with my old girlfriend. Dropping her head, and apparently thinking a bit, she suddenly looked up at me, with a grin on her face and stated, “I shouldn’t even tell you this, but Barb said that she’d ‘jump’ you if she ever had a weak moment.” At that, she began to laugh. My reaction however, was to try to control the development of another ‘woody.’ My horniness was beginning to develop a mind of its own lately. I was beginning to love that laugh. It was becoming apparent however, that she was starting to get just a little ‘tipsy,’ and before I screwed things up by making the wrong move, I helped her clean up the debris from her ministrations, and helped her to the door. I couldn’t however, conceal the fact that my cock more than appreciated her presence, and she had definitely taken notice. At the door, she turned around, looked at me a bit quizzically, rose up on her tiptoes and planted a quick kiss on my lips. Taken by surprise, I could only stand there dumbly. Sensing that she had me by surprise, she quickly reached down, took hold of my robe and pulled it open, exposing my raging hard-on to her gaze. She stood there for a moment looking at it, and then softly grazed the head of my cock with her forefinger before releasing the robe to cover me up again. I, on the other hand, was in complete lust overload. I could see that she was trying to say something, but failing that she turned and ran down the patio to her apartment. * * * * "Pearl-1c"  H -  |
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