I don't know what people will think of this one. I'll never forget this lady.
This is a little silly, but it did happen. I was in the hospital recovering from abdominal surgery in my early twenties, and the nurse thought that I wasn't 'passing enough water.' She got me to walk around, she got me to to the washroom and try to urinate, but I just couldn't go. Finally, she threatened me with a catheter. She warned me that 'I didn't want to go that way.'
Finally, my nurse told me that she had a way to make me go. She asked me if it was okay with me to let her touch my privates. She said that she was going to be completely professional. She told me that it was very important that I urinate. Nurses were always very interested in gas, bowel movements and urination. I can understand why, but sometimes when a guy doesn't have to go, he doesn't have to go. Anyway, I agreed, and she pulled the privacy curtain and left the room. She didn't explain what she was planning on doing, so my mind was going full speed ahead. Unfortunately, I got an erection from my wide ranging thoughts. By the time she got back, I was really hard, and there was nothing I could do!
She arrived and she was carrying a small dish full of water and a bed pan. She sat down beside me, and explained that the dish had warm water in it, and she was going to pour it over my penis until I peed. She said it usually worked. I told her that it wasn't going to work this time. I was a little embarrassed by my situation. I didn't know what to say.
She got a little upset with me, because she thought I was just being negative. I told her again that I didn't think I could pee right now. I asked her to come back in a while. She insisted that I was just being negative. Finally, I told her that I had an erection.
She looked shocked for a moment, and then she asked me 'how bad is it?'
I told her it was bad. She asked hesitantly 'may I see?' I laughed, and she laughed too. My nurse was in her mid-thirties, and she was certainly not bad to look at. She wasn't stunning or anything, but she was a beautiful, caring lady. At this point, I respected her tremendously, and that made her even more beautiful to me. I had more 'motherly' feelings about her than anything, but my erection was not going away.
I smiled at her and told her that she could look at me. She gingerly lifted my gown up. She held my penis in her hand for a moment, and then giggled a little and told me that I was right. This wasn't going to work right now. Then she apologized to me for invading my privacy. She suggested that I hobble to the washroom to 'take care of it.'
I really liked this woman. She had been taking care of me through one of the most difficult times of my life. I have so much respect for nurses in general, but this woman was amazing. Nurses put up with so much. She had put up with me. She had given me so much. At this moment, I was really overcome with emotion. I'd had such a bad time over the previous week. She was the one who helped me through it all. I had cried on this woman's shoulder from the pain. I'd thrown up on her. She'd virtually dragged me to the washroom when I could barely walk. I knew she could not do certain things in her professional capacity. I asked anyway.
She politely turned me down, but then lifted my gown and told me that the skin looked a little dry down there. She quickly went out of the curtained area and came back with some vaseline. She leaned close to my ear, and said 'there's nobody else here, but really quiet, okay?'
She hiked my gown up, and applied a good amount of vaseline to my penis. I couldn't believe it. I really wanted to kiss her. She was really breaking the rules. She started stroking me quickly and put a finger to my lips, hushing me. She leaned close to my ear again. Really close. I could feel her breath on my ear as she said 'please be quiet. Never say anything about this to anyone. I have never done this for any patient before. I could be fired for this.'
I was trying to control my breathing. She was doing a pretty good job. She whispered in my ear 'how am I doing?'
I whispered back 'really good!' and I put one arm around her shoulders.
I pulled her close to me. She whispered 'relax sweetie. Quiet.'
I turned my head and kissed her cheek, and then I groaned a little as I came to orgasm. She gave me a smile, and told me that she had to clean me up now.
Twenty minutes later, she came back with the warm water, and I peed easily. A week later, when it was my time to leave the hospital I tearfully thanked her 'for everything.' She cried too. I'll never forget her. She really shouldn't have done that. After I got home, I had flowers sent to her. I think that was the nicest thing that anyone has ever done for me.