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 Author: NorthernGent, (NorthernGent@Outlook.com)
Title: Salacious Succulence, Chapter Two
Summary: Jason Barron gets a new job and an adventure.
Keywords: M, MF+, Mf+, F1st, f1st, cheat, dream, milf, magic, mc, anal,
oral, mast, pett, piv, size, threesome, toys
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   Chapter Two - An Apple A Day...

   Doctor Sidney Peterson stood there looking at the charts and X-rays. 
Although his expression was hard to read, there was a clue in the forehead
that something was of concern.  A few moments more, then he looked up at
me. "Jason, I have some good news and some not so good news." Another one
of those I thought!

   "Some of your bones are starting to fuse nicely...  however, others are
not doing so well.  And to be truthful, we are not sure why," he said.  "By
the X-ray, your ribs are healing the fastest.  But, your arms and legs are
a little behind getting the calcium build-up we would like to see.  So we
are going to leave the plaster casts on another week or so, then we will
get you out of those and into a lighter weight mesh cast.  Otherwise your
vitals are fine, blood count is good.  Oxygen is normal, Other than the
bones you should be walking out the front door.  So, I guess we will have
to roll you out to the ambulance for your ride over to the Crutchfield
Convalescent Center.  You are being released today.  I will be over about
once a week to check in on you and to see your progress.  I have sent over
my orders to the staff, and I am sure they will take good care of you.

   "So I am good to go?" I asked.

   "As far as I am concerned, yes.  And to be truthful with you...  you
should be happy, they have better meals!" he replied.

   We both laughed.

   It took a little over an hour to gather my things together and process
me out.  The ambulance ride was only fifteen minutes to the other side of
town, but it seemed longer lying on the gurney.  When we made the last turn
into the driveway, I could see a sign with three large "C's" on it.  I
assumed that it read Crutchfield Convalescent Center underneath them, but
as we turned in the driveway my view out the back glass rotated away from
the sign.

   The attendant made sure my gurney straps were tight and put the
clipboard with my paperwork under my left shoulder.  The back door of the
ambulance opened, and the driver said, "We're home!"

   It just took a minute to wheel me out of the ambulance and roll me into
the two-story building.  We stopped at the front desk and they directed my
driver and attendant to my room location.  "Mister Barron will be in room
twenty-four," the receptionist said.  Then the ambulance crew pushed me
toward a hallway.  The ambulance driver looked back and asked, "Tina, was
that your car I saw at the Draft Tap a couple nights ago?"

   She replied, "Apparently my car took up drinking." They all snickered.

   From my view I was moving away from one wing of the building and closer
to the other wing of the building.  I could hear noises from that
direction; talking, the sound of silverware clinking and scraping on china.
I figured out that was the dining room.

   Then I was pushed down the hallway that lead away from the lobby.  At
the end of the hallway, there is an addition to the building that is
accentually a circular ramp to the second floor.  About halfway up the ramp
on the outside edge there is a landing that people can sit and peer out
over the park like garden.  At the top of the ramp we take a left hand turn
into room twenty-four.  I would find out later that wheel chair and bed
ridden patients are normally given a first-floor room, however those were
all full.  So I was assigned to the room closest to the ramp in case I was
required to be moved.  As it turned out, it was the furthest from the
nurse's station and the stairway to the second floor.  Because most
residents are in their rooms by eight-o-clock at night, it also turned out
to be the quietest corner of the building at night.

   Almost immediately, a woman walks into the room.  My first impression is
a pleasant friendly one.  "Good afternoon, a new arrival I see," she said
as the ambulance crew hands her my paperwork.  "Gloria" read her nameplate
on the downward slope of her left breast.  "Good afternoon Mister Barron."
The ambulance crew moved me from the gurney to the bed.

   "Is my dad here?" I ask.  "Please call me Jason or my friends call me
Jake, we will leave the 'Mister' to my dad." I said as the ambulance crew
left the room.

   As she looked over my paperwork, I looked her over.  Gloria is a tall
woman.  I would say five foot ten inches or so.  That is standing in flats
and not high heels.  That height brings her Beeline Honey Blonde Hair to
your attention pretty quickly.  Although, you can immediately see that the
color is more salon applied then the mixed mousey brown - aging gray roots
would have her be, her short neck length long cut has an edgy appearance.
She has a long narrow face.  Her blue eyes are bright and clear.  And a
huge smile that beams ear to ear.  The only thing that give away her age is
the cut of her hair, the turning of the color to a gray and a minor
puffiness under the eyes.  But from the neck on down, damn Gloria has a
damn good body.  Starting with her hourglass figure, many would say she is
top heavy with those 'D' sized boobs under that top.  And the bulk of her
hips are how wide they are.  Ass as reasonably small but her ass cheeks
create two definite hemispherical impressions against the uniform pant
backside with a crease that you can imagine cradling your dick in.  If I
were to guess, I would say her measurements are 38D-24-38.  And I think she
is in her mid-twenties.

   It kind of makes you wish for the days that nurses wore those form
fitting crisp white cotton uniform dresses that buttoned down the front,
accessorized by the Nurses Cap and Nurses Pin from the nursing school she
went to.  However, Gloria fills out her modern-day nursing uniform nicely.
The top is a short sleeve white button shirt similar in nature to a cross
of broadcloth button shirt with a collar and O.R.  scrubs.  The opening
above the top button reveals the start of Gloria's cleavage.  A silver
chain necklace drops down from her neck supporting a miniature silver
semi-truck with what appears to be two diamonds for headlights is nestled
in the cleavage of her boobs.  Between the first and second button is the
fullest portion of Gloria's bust.  When she moved just right, the gap
between them expanded revealing about an inch window inside her shirt. 
Depending on your angle, you could see her cleavage, or inside boob skin
and fold on the cleavage side of her tit.  I would be a liar if I told you
that I didn't want that second button to pop off her shirt.

   As she finished looking at the paperwork, her left hand came into view.
There on the ring finger was a wedding band and an engagement ring.  I
swear to you that the diamond on that ring was about the size of a golf
ball.  Oh well, any thought of tapping that just went right out the window.


   "Mister...  ah...  Jake, it says here that you were released without
feeding you lunch.  Is that right?" she asked.

   Up until that very question, I really hadn't thought about it, I was
just so happy about getting out of the hospital.  "I guess that is right!"
I exclaimed.

   "It is past lunch, but I will call down to the kitchen and see if they
can bring something up," she said.  "I have to take care of your paperwork
and attend to some of the other residents.  Is there anything I can do for
your before I leave?" she asked.

   'Besides giving me a blow-job?' I thought.  "Ah...  no, everything is
fine, thank you." I replied.

   She placed a 'call button' by my hand.  "I may not be able to check in
on you before my shift ends, but Maryanne Wolf will be checking up on you
after I leave," she said as she was walking out of the room.

   About fifteen minutes or so later, a young girl walked into my room
carrying a food tray.  "Good afternoon Mister Barron, I have your lunch,"
She said quietly with a smile as she walked over to the rolling bedside
table.

   I don't know what I expected, but this was a bit different than I had
anticipated.  As she placed the tray on the table, I took a long look at
this girl.  She is dressed in a uniform that like what Gloria wore, except
it is a light shade of green instead of white.  She stands about five feet
high and maybe weighs a hundred and ten pounds.  She has light brown hair
cut in a Dutch boy style.  It is unique that instead of regular bangs, her
hair is pulled off her forehead and braided above the part toward the
right. She has dark brown eyes that has a mischievous glint to them.  Her
impish smile makes you wonder exactly what she is thinking.  Although she
does not have a speck of make-up on, her alabaster white skin is flawless,
and she is very cute.  By the curve of the downward slope of her uniform
over her breasts, I would say she has 'B' cup sized titties.  By the way
her shirt follows her contours, she has a skinny waist and a flat stomach.
Her tight-fitting pants reveals a firm ass.  Her nameplate reads, "Sherry"

   Sherry took the cover off the dinner plate revealing a trimmed Turkey
Club sandwich and a handful of chips.  In a small bowl there is a serving
of cottage cheese.  In another small bowl is a serving of peaches.  There
is a cup of black coffee along with packaged creamer and two packets of
sugar on the saucer beside the cup.  Lastly, there is a carton of two
percent milk.

   It had been a long morning with the Doctor's visit, being released from
the hospital and checking into this place.  With lunch on a tray before me,
I now had time to relax.  And none too soon, I had been eating lunch at
eleven-o-clock, and now it is almost one-thirty in the afternoon.  Needless
to say, I was hungry.  That Turkey Club looked like it was fit for a king
right then.

   It was apparent that girl was not going to strike up a conversation. 
She may not have had anything to say, or if she did, she was not going to
say anything.  I guess it is up to me to break the ice.  "Who do I have the
pleasure to dine with today?" I ask.

   She immediately looks down at the nameplate on her breast to see if it
was there.  "Oh, I am sorry.  I am Sherry Baker," she answered.

   "Master Chef from the kitchen?" I joked.

   "No...  just a dietary worker in the kitchen," she replied with a faint
smile.  She then asked me if I preferred coffee or milk with my lunch.

   "Tough room," I thought.  "Coffee will be fine, thank you."

   "Creamer or sugar?" Sherry asked.

   "Black with two sugars, Please," I replied.

   She tears open two packages of sugar, picks up the teaspoon and stirs
the liquid.  After she finished, she placed the spoon back on the tray. 
She picks up the napkin and unfolded it for use later.  Sherry picks up a
quarter of the Turkey Club and starts to feed me.

   And then it hits me, I now have the urge to urinate.  Why now?  I press
the call button for the nurse.

   Sherry picks up the spoon and scoops up some cottage cheese.  She brings
the spoon up to my lips.  Taking the first bite, it tastes pretty good. 
After swallowing, Sherry brings back the quarter of the sandwich again for
another bite.  And so it goes through the entire meal.  With the serving of
peaches, five bites and it too was gone.  A final sip of coffee and Sherry
picks up the napkin and wipes my mouth.  All without saying a word since
she asked me about what I wanted in my coffee.

   As she replaces empty dishware and silverware to the tray, my need to
relieve myself is now an urgent requirement.  There is no sign of Gloria
coming in response to the pressing of call button.

   Just as Sherry was picking up the meal tray, I had to do something. 
"Sherry, can you do me a favor."

   "Yes, Mister Barron?" Sherry asked reluctantly.

   "When you started to feed me lunch, I pressed the call button for the
nurse, and she has not shown up yet," I said as I nod toward the light
above the door.  "And I need to go to the bathroom."

   Sherry looks at me, then turns her head toward the bathroom and back to
me.  She looks up and down my prone plaster cast covered body, "I don't
think I am strong enough to get you to the bathroom, and I know I cannot
get you back into bed."

   Somehow it strikes me a little funny she even said that.  "Oh no...  you
don't have to do all that.  I only need to pee.  I would bet there is a
urinal in the bathroom, most likely alongside a bed pan.  Could you check
please?"

   Sherry sat the tray back down on the rolling bedside table.  She walks
into the bathroom and looks around the room.  A couple of moments later,
Sherry came out of the bathroom holding up a translucent plastic bedside
urinal and asked, "You mean this?"

   Not wanting to say anything, I just nod my head in the affirmative.  She
sits the urinal in the rolling bedside table and starts to pick up the
dinner tray.

   "Ah, Sherry...  Can you help me with this, I would normally do it but I
am a little tied up at the moment." I ask.

   She looks at me and scans my body with the casts on every appendage and
covering my chest.  "Oh...  sorry.  What do I need to do?" she asks.

   "We need to get my urine into that urinal and the best way to do that is
to put my dick inside the opening deep enough, so the liquid won't spill
out," I answered.

   "You mean that you want me to put your penis in that container?" Sherry
asked.

   "That will work!" I replied.

   Without saying a word, Sherry moved the rolling bedside table away from
the bed.  She picks up the urinal and walks to the bedside.  Her breaths
are very shallow as stands there looking at the bed.  My feet, ankles,
hands, wrists, neck and head are the only parts of my body that is exposed.
My chest, pelvis, arms, and legs are either covered with plaster casts or
the blanket.  She places the urinal Sherry reaches down to grab the edge of
the covers on my right side.  Slowly she lifts the covers revealing more of
my body to her gaze.  Then she lets out an audible gasp as most of my body
no longer is covered by the blanket.  She stops moving the blanket as she
stares at my dick.

   After several seconds of silence as Sherry studied my dick she asks,
"Are they all this big?"

   I don't want to brag, but the Lord had endowed me with a generous
compliment of manhood.  More than one of my conquests have commented about
my size.  "Some are," I reply, "But most are not." And as Sherry held the
bedding above her head gazing at my flaccid penis, my need to urinate
continues.  "Sherry, I really need to go!" I exclaimed.

   "Sorry, I have never seen a penis before," she said in a quiet voice. 
Then the sixteen-year-old thought about how unworldly it made her sound,
she then cleared her throat and corrected herself, "I have never seen a
penis up close before." She then pushed the covers across my body and
picked up the urinal from bed.

   Her eyes and hands move toward my pelvis.  Placing the urinal in her
right hand, she reaches out with her left to grasp my penis.  As her hand
moves closer, she seems conflicted.  She twists her hand several different
directions in preparation of holding the appendage.  Likewise, she moves
her hand along the shaft without touching it, trying to decide where to
grab my member.  Finally, to my relief, her hand came to rest about
mid-point of my dick as she circled her fingers around the shaft.  Her hand
looked small as she held my eleven-and-a-half-inch long dick.

   She lifts my dick and slowly draws the urinal toward it.  Adjusting her
hand so that my penis head aligns with the opening of the urinal, she
guides the plastic container's opening around the penis tip.  She guided
the urinal opening toward the hand circling the penis.  Finally, I can
release the pent-up pressure and yellow pee begins to flow into the urinal.

   After what seems like thirty or forty seconds the flow stopped.  I
looked up at Sherry's face.  Her eyes are singly focused on my penis. 
Reluctantly, she separated the urinal from my penis...  all the time
keeping a firm hold on my penis.  As the urinal moves away, more and more
of my urine covered penis is exposed.

   "Thank You!  I feel much better now," I told Sherry.  She smiled
slightly as she still has my penis in her hand.  "Can I ask you to empty
the urinal and bring back a damp wash cloth and a towel to clean me up,
please?"

   Sherry immediately went to the bathroom and returned as quickly as she
could.  Holding the washcloth, she wipes my penis shaft to remove the
droplets of urine.  In the process of drying off my penis, my body reacted
to her touch.

   Then Sherry says, "Mister Barron, I have to get back to the kitchen."
She put the washcloth and towel in the bathroom, and then came back to the
bed and proceeds to cover me back up.  As she does, she keeps her eyes
focused on my dick.  When done, Sherry picks up the dinner tray and heads
toward the door.  But as she leaves the room, Sherry turns her head back
toward me and gives me a long look.

   About twenty minutes goes by, and then a girl walks into my room.  She
is wearing a uniform top and pants like Gloria and Sherry had, except these
are pink.  She walks in a straight path to the call button reset button to
turn it off.  "I am sorry I could not respond quicker," she said, "but we
had a situation on the first floor...  what can I do for you Mister
Barron?"

   As she walks closer to me, I study her features.  She has long dark
brown hair that falls to the middle of her back.  Her dark brown eyes seem
to see right through you when she looks your way.  She has thin eye brows.
And even the uniform cannot hide the fact that she has almost a perfect
figure for a young lady.  I won't say she has a 'C' cup sized breasts, but
they are more sizable than a typical 'B' cups.  I think she has a 34B-22-34
figure with wonderful ass cheeks and a deep butt cleavage thrown in the
mix. I can now read her name plate, "Wilma".

   "It is alright, Sherry from the kitchen helped me when she was in," I
answered.  "And I understand that I am going to be here awhile, so you
don't have to be so formal with the 'Mister' stuff, just call me Jake."

   Wilma smiled.  "Ok Mister...  ah...  Jake it is!" she exclaimed in a
teenage bubbly voice.  "If there is anything you need, just press the call
button." With that, she did a seductive turn and walked back toward the
door.  As she walks, I notice something that I didn't see when she came in
the room.  But now as Wilma walks away, her hips have a sensual rhythmic
sway with a rolling motion of her buttocks that is mesmerizing.  And her
butt cheeks have a little bounce with step she makes.
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