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It Was Just an Innocent Remark - 1
by Countbaycee (countbaycee@yahoo.com)
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An interesting evening in a hospital room for an old
fart. (MF, cheat, mast, oral)
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PART ONE
The occasion was the pre-admission testing for my second
total knee replacement. I had just spent a pleasant hour
and a quarter with Stacie. A lovely early to mid 30-
something nurse going over my medical history,
medications and doing blood and urine testing.
Stacie is fairly tall, about 5' 8", and nicely shaped,
as best as I could tell through her nurse's scrubs. She
has shoulder length black hair, creamy completion and a
face that, while not drop dead gorgeous, was pleasant
and appealing. However, her loveliest feature is a pair
of the brightest hazel green eyes I have ever
encountered in 66 years. I felt like she was viewing my
very soul as we talked and I answered her numerous
questions.
Yep, you read that right; I am a 66 year old, married,
overweight, retiree with a myriad of medical problems.
That is why, when I told her as we shook hands and I was
leaving, "I am not hitting on you but you have the most
beautiful eyes I have ever seen" it was an innocent
remark from an old fart to a young beauty.
Fast forward to almost 4 weeks later. It is early
Wednesday evening and I am in my private room hospital
bed. Surgery had been the pervious Monday morning. While
still experiencing some pain; I was at least free of all
the EKG leads, catheter, knee drain, etc. leaving only
my IV stent in my left hand. My discharge was scheduled
for the next day.
I was just finishing up dinner with the head of my bed
elevated when there was a soft knock on my door. I
acknowledged the knock with, "Yes?"
The door opened a crack and I heard, "Mr. Collins, may I
come in?"
It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the
backlit figure in the door and I realized it was Stacie!
As she walked into the room and around to the right side
of my bed; I was treated to a vision of feminine beauty
and sexuality. Here scrubs had been replaced by a white
blouse and dark blue above-the-knee skirt, her hair was
in a pony tail. She looked very desirable, nice without
being "tarted up."
"I hope I am not interrupting anything," she said as she
crossed the room, "I was in a meeting here in the
hospital today. I just got out and I saw on the patient
list that you were here. I just wanted to come by as
check up on you." I thought I detected a slight
nervousness in both her voice and movements as she
approached my bedside.
"Well, thank you for such a pleasant surprise," I said.
She asked if I had had visitors today and I told her
that my wife and family had left as I was eating dinner.
I was settling in for some TV but I was happy to see her
and have some company before going to sleep.
We carried on some small talk for 5 or 10 minutes. The
entire time I still sensed uneasiness in her mannerism
and speech. There were quivers in her voice and she
shifted her weight from side to side as she stood
talking at my bedside. Finally, at a pause in the
conversation, I looked into those lovely eyes and said,
"Stacie, what is the matter? You can tell me."
She broke eye contact, looked down at the floor and
meekly asked, "Did you mean what you said about my eyes
the day of your testing?"
I reached out, put my hand under her chin and moved her
face to where we again had eye contact and said, "Yes,
Stacie, your eyes are lovely and you are a very, very
attractive young lady."
As I was speaking, I saw her eyes begin to well up with
tears. It broke my heart. I again asked, "What's wrong
Stacie."
Just a quick aside; I had no idea in regard to Stacie's
relationship status. I admire young, beautiful, sexy
women but I harbor no illusions that I am capable of
picking one up. Plus, I am happily married although my
wife and I had lacked intimacy for most of the last
year; her choice not mine.
So I was surprised when Stacie told me that she had been
married but had caught her husband cheating on her a few
weeks before we met. She went on to tell me that I had
been really was nice to her and my remark about her eyes
had helped to bring her out of a pretty deep funk.
Finally, she said she just wanted someone to talk to and
she remembered me as being warm and friendly so she took
a chance on me. She also confessed that she hadn't been
in a meeting but had come to see me after visiting her
divorce lawyer earlier in the afternoon.
By now I had scooted to the left side of the bed and had
Stacie sit down on the right side as she was relating
her story to me. She finally broke completely into tears
and leaned over against my chest as I put my arms around
her and began to comfort her.
We sat there for about 10 minutes with her softly
weeping in my arms. I was saddened for her pain but a
part of me was also enjoying the close contact with this
lovely young woman. She was soft and warm and the scent
of her perfume was fantastic. I would not allow myself
to think about my baser desires in regard to the
situation.
A vulnerable person needed my attention and affection. I
was happy and content to provide Stacie with both.
However, that was about to change with Stacie initiating
the action.
I became aware of two things almost simultaneously. The
crying had ceased and Stacie's head was no longer
pressed to my chest. Her face was now next to mine and
she was planting soft, butterfly kisses on my left
cheek.
I was a goner, I took a chance and touching her face
lightly, I moved her to where we were facing each other.
Again, she initiated the action as she closed her eyes
and moved her lips toward mine.
Not to brag but I have always been a great kisser. Over
my life I have had many, many ladies melt as I worked my
lips and tongue against theirs. Stacie was no different.
I could feel her moaning softly as our kiss became more
and more passionate, wet and probing. Finally, it broke
and Stacie giggled slightly.
"What?" I questioned.
"Your mustache tickles, I have never really kissed a man
with a mustache," she replied.
I know there are times a man should keep his mouth shut
and go where the woman leads. This was one of those
times but, I could not.
I looked into those deep hazel eyes that were filled
with tears a few minutes ago and saw that they were
dancing but my conscious dictated that I say something.
"Stacie, you don't have to do this for me but shouldn't
we make sure no one walks in on this."
She replied, "First, I am doing this for myself, and
you. Second, we won't be interrupted, the shift nurse is
a good friend of mine and she knows my situation. I told
her you reminded me of my late father and that wanted
some uninterrupted time to talk with you if you didn't
object. Oh, and you don't remind me of my father. I am
not kinky."
With that, words were now truly unnecessary. I brought
her face to mine and resumed our kissing but now my
right hand had dropped to cup her left breast. I felt
her take her breath in sharply as I searched and found
the nipple and felt it grow, even through the layers of
her blouse and bra.
I was now absolutely sure where this was headed and I
could barely contain my excitement as I started to
unbutton her prim, white blouse, revealing a very sexy,
almost see through bra. I kissed down the side of her
face and nuzzled and kissed the nape of her neck sending
a shiver over her entire body. I concentrated on kissing
down toward her two lovely breasts as I ran my right
hand around her back, reaching for the clasp of her bra
strap.
The question was, "Do I still have the moves," I
thought, as I reached the clasp. The answer was, "I do!"
as I expertly popped open the clasp with one hand
freeing two beautiful, shapely breasts to my touch and
view.
I move the hand back to her left breast and cupped and
squeezed it as I moved my mouth toward the nipple of her
right breast. As I tweaked the nipple of the left; I
sucked the right into my lips and began to suckle as
both nipple grew longer and harder under my
ministrations.
Stacie's breathing had become harder and her face, neck
and chest were starting to flush with excitement and
emotion. She found her voice to say, "Yes, that feels so
good. Please don't stop." As if I had any intention of
stopping, I thought to myself.
As I moved my mouth from her right breast to replace my
hand and fingers on her left, I let my hand drop to her
bare thigh just below the hem of her skirt. I slid my
hand between her lower thighs reveling in the feel of
her soft skin and anticipating what was about to happen
next.
I moved my lips from her luscious nipple and back to her
mouth for another deep, wet, probing passionate kiss as
I started to slide my hand up between her legs and under
her skirt. Again Stacie let out a soft moan into my kiss
as I traced my hand up her inner thighs. She opened her
legs also in anticipation of where my hand was headed.
I broke off the kiss, looked in Stacie's eyes and said,
"Stacie, I want to watch your breathtakingly beautiful
eyes as I do this, OK?"
She nodded her head in agreement but kept her eyes
locked on mine. By now my hand had reached within about
an inch of the juncture of her thighs. Those gorgeous
hazel eyes widened as my finger tip reached the edge of
her silky panties.
Not wasting any more time I ran my fingers over that
narrow band of warm, slightly damp nylon that covered
what I was sure to be a very lovely young pussy. She
broke off our eye lock first as I began t saw my fingers
up and down her panties and the soft, hot furrow
underneath. She closed her eyes and planted her lips
firmly on mine for another kiss.
"Stacie, take your panties off please, so I can feel
you." I said as the kiss ended. She quickly rucked up
her skirt and with both hands reached the waist of her
panties and lifting her butt off the bed briefly slid
them down her legs and off.
"Give them to me," I directed. She handed me the ball of
the still warm bikini panties which I immediately
brought to my nose and deeply inhaled her scent; that of
soap, perfume and, of course, a woman in heat. The
mixture of aromas was intoxicating.
After sitting back down, Stacie's left hand reached
slightly behind her to start dig through the bedclothes
and my pajama shorts in search of my shaft. Of course,
her quest was made easier by the fact that I had been
fully erect and rock hard for the last few minutes. She
quickly got her small, soft hand on the bare flesh of my
cock and began to stroke slowly. She smiled at me as my
cock throbbed and twitched with my first smell of her
body from her panties.
In raising her skirt to take her panties off and in the
way she was sitting, with her legs apart and slightly
pointed toward me; I could now clearly see Stacie's
pussy. Her mons was pronounced and swollen with
excitement. She had what was left of her dark pubes
shaved in a small heart just about the top of her slit.
Her slit itself was a simple straight seam reaching down
between her thighs. No bubble-gummed, floppy inner lips
but a pussy the belied her age and, of course, her non-
virginal state.
Again I looked deeply into Stacie's eyes. She
instinctively knew what I was going to do next as she
locked her eyes on mine. Wasting no time I cupped her
bare pussy in my hand and squeezed slightly. Stacie eyes
again widened and then took on a misty, sort of far-away
look in reaction to the feel of my hand on her body's
bare, sensual center.
I gently and softly ran my middle finger up and down
that lovely slit. Again, Stacie's entire bodies quaked
slightly as we both gently stroked each other's bare
genitalia.
Stacie's outer labia were still tightly closed and I
felt down to the bottom of her slit searching for the
entrance to her vaginal sheath. I was rewarded with the
moisture that was starting to flow as her body naturally
readied itself for the intrusion of its hard, hot male
counterpart. I just barely dipped the tip of my finger
into the damp recess and brought out enough moisture for
lubrication as I opened the entire length of her pussy
slit with my finger.
With the first contact of my finger on her clit; Stacie
again broke eye contact and planted her lips again on
mine. I decided I wanted to give her the first of what I
hoped would be multiple orgasms using only my fingers. I
skillfully manipulated her love button, occasionally
running my finger down the length of her slit to re-wet
with her flowing lube.
I could tell her excitement level was increasing as her
kiss became more intense and her hips began to
involuntarily move. Replacing my finger with my thumb on
her clit, I move my middle finger down to the entrance
of her vagina and slowly begin to push it into her hot,
wet depth.
Her sheath clasped onto my finger as I explored the
tight, hot, sticky, wet interior. I started using my
thumb to rhythmically manipulate her clit as I began to
slowly and gently finger fuck this feminine treasure.
Stacie was quickly approaching orgasm but I had one more
trick to put her over the top. Feeling along the top of
her vagina I located the mass of tissue that was her G
spot. I began to rhythmically massage both her clit and
G spot together.
I believe Stacie was primed and ready for an orgasm
before she even entered my room. It was a good thing
that our lips were locked in a kiss as moans got louder,
then became a muffled squeal as her orgasm took control
of her body and being. She quaked and shook, her hips
thrust up against my fingers, her juices flowed out
around the finger that was firmly clamped in her tight
pussy.
As her orgasm subsided; Stacie melted against my chest.
Knowing that her pussy was now probably sensitive to the
point of a touch being painful; I reluctantly pulled my
finger from her now open, swollen and wet furrow. I
brought the finger that was just in Stacie's pussy up to
my face and sniffed and then tasted her juices.
"This is definitely eating pussy," I thought to myself
but I wondered if we could pull it off despite my being
confined to a hospital bed.
To be continued...
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a
trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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