I never thought that I would be so happy to make my
fingers ache at the keyboard, but after my recent trip
to Ca., I will probably type until I drop.
I was in Santa Cruz when the quake hit and got a broken
leg and a slight concussion and have been in hospital
for longer than I care to be. Having traveled much of
my life and had my own way, it was very difficult to be
‘tied’ to the bed for such a long time.
I remember {hazily} the rescue squad coming in and
dragging Sherry and me out of the building {after
covering us with blankets} through the window. I must
have been in shock or something because it struck me as
hilarious that we were on the first floor. {Before the
quake, we were on the third floor.} Sherry fared better
than I, only getting minor contusions, and visited me
daily. I suppose we can make rude and offensive
comments about it now, but it was quite scary for the
first week.
I hate being out of communications with people and
apologize for not having Sherry pass along a message,
but I refuse to share my access codes with anyone.
Also, Sherry leaves a lot to be desired in the typing
department; her talents lie elsewhere.
I have had a LOT of time to remember some of the
significant events in my life and will start writing
them down as soon as I wade through the month or so of
unfinished business. Hopefully, my hospital experience
will tide you over until I can upload something more
interesting.
About the third week in hospital, Sherry came to visit
and we decided that the hospital was one location that
we hadn’t experimented with sexually. My roommate had
been discharged earlier in the day {a woman I can only
describe as a shrew. I’m not surprised that her husband
rarely visited her} and we had the room to ourselves. I
can assure you that sex in traction is not my favorite,
but I let my mind play on my bondage fantasies and
Sherry was quite accommodating about playing the
mistress although our roles are usually the reverse.
After a few minutes chastising me for being careless,
she promised to make me beg to come. She started by
fluffing my pillows to make me as comfortable as
possible {a little out of the character} and proceeded
to lift my johnny until my finer assets were completely
exposed. Then she teased me by slowly caressing all but
the important parts.
After a few minutes, I was ready for some serious sex
and begged her to either finger-fuck or eat me. Sherry
was pleasant enough to do both, starting slowly to lick
my lips and clit until I was wet enough for
penetration. After inserting a finger and beginning a
slow in and out motion, she took my clit in her lips
and started licking it at the same speed as her finger
motions.
I couldn’t help but moan as she slowly increased her
speed. It was very erotic to know that anyone could
walk around the curtain without any advance notice and
that helped me to come several times. Sherry had
unbuttoned her blouse and was presenting one of her
glorious tits, when we were interrupted by a candy
striper. She was obviously as embarrassed as we were
and mentioned that they could hear me at the nurses’
station and weren’t sure why I had been moaning.
The teenager then stated that she had been intrigued by
my baldness and wasn’t sure {until now} why I shaved.
Although Sherry and I tried to convince her that she
should join us, she was not sure that she was ready for
girl-girl sex, although she was willing to admit that
it turned her on.
After a few more minutes conversation, Sherry’s hand in
my crotch the entire time, Tammy went to let the nurses
know that there was no problem and that she would help
bathe me, she returned. By now, I was trying to
position myself to play with Sherry and still keep her
boob in my mouth, while she kept alternating between
one, two and three fingers in my cunt.
Tammy removed her panties and sat in one of the chairs,
lifting her leg over the arm. Although she wasn’t sure
about the joys of lesbian sex, she certainly had no
qualms about either voyeurism or masturbation. I was
not in a position to see her, but from her moans, I
could tell that she was enjoying herself with her
fingers as Sherry and I came.
Sherry then moved to put her head between my legs and
suck my pussy in earnest and I could see Tammy, rapidly
fingering her clit and trying to stifle her moans. Her
hospital attire had now risen to her waist and I could
see the light fluffy hair around her cunt. I wished
that she would have joined us, but I’m not sure at this
point whether or not she was ‘legal’.
The combination of Sherry’s mouth and Tammy’s fingers
caused me to come again and again, and I had to cover
my mouth with the covers lest we encourage more
intruders. In my mind, I can still see the sparkles
made by the bed lights running across her pussy juices
as she became wetter and wetter.
I finally pushed Sherry’s hands away, something I would
never do had I not tired easily from my lack of
activity, Tammy was pulling up her panties and
rearranging her gown. I told her that I enjoyed her
self-help routine and would appreciate a visit whenever
she felt the urge. She came to the side of the bed and
we talked about how different it was with Sherry and I
as opposed to the boys she had dated and I explained
the reasons for the difference.
OPINION: Sex for women is an adjunct to emotions
whereas for men, it is a purely physical act. After
seeing Sherry and me in action, Tammy decided that she
would probably have to try our style at some point, but
didn’t think it would be her preference. Also, she had
enough professionalism to realize that sex with a
patient was not the best of situations.
Unfortunately, Tammy never repeated her performance,
although she visited frequently and had many questions
for me. I intended to kiss and hug her when I was
released, in hopes of establishing some contact after,
but she was nowhere to be seen when I left.
As I mentioned earlier, I spent a lot of time
reminiscing about my life {sex is certainly a big part
of it} and will try to upload more of my experiences
soon. I guess the most interesting story was one that
Sherry mentioned. I had forgotten all about running
into some druggies in the mountains and having to fuck
our way to freedom, but that’ another story.