It's been a couple weeks since Sheryl and Lisa had their way with me. I've left the back door unlocked ever since, but Lorraine is very good at her job and is always making sure the door is locked. However, I don't think that either of my two sexy friends have had a chance to make it back. During those two weeks my arms have not been healing as well or as quickly as the doctors had said. There isn't really any pain but my arms are still immobilized. Lucky for me, my first nurse Beth was unable to return to work because of that family issue. Which is why Lorraine is now my full time nurse.
Lorraine and I get along very well and it didn't take very long for us to settle into a routine. She is very attentive to my needs as a patient and her personality and likes are very similar to mine. We are able to watch the same programs on tv and have some nice conversations. I would have no problem saying that she is a friend and after I'm well she and I will remain friends. She's just one of those people that is easy to get along with. I'm thankful for her.
However, since it's been a couple of weeks since my body was used as a playground I find my thoughts drifting to sex and getting off. The only time that she seems to get quiet and distant is during bath time. I get quiet then too. It is quite embarrassing for a grown man to be bathed by a woman, who isn't his partner. Especially since the last few times she's bathed me I've gotten a huge hard-on. She quickly does her job and gets it over with. But the pressure in my balls is growing. I need release. It doesn't help that her nipples always seem to get very hard during bath time.
Lorraine is in her late 50's but is still a very attractive woman. She has nice womanly curves and a just right sized set of breasts. Her black hair is about shoulder length, but the few strands of gray make her look even hotter. And, her ass fills out her scrub pants quite nicely.
We have just finished watching one of our favorite shows.
"Ok Mister, time for your bath. I'll run your water, be right back."
I was anticipating this and I'm equally glad and sad at the concept. Having Lorraine wash my naked body is a turn on. Knowing I'll get no relief is bothersome. I have to clear my mind or else I'll be hard before she ever touches me.
As usual the water is the perfect temperature. She fills the tub to where it's high enough to cover my cock, which is bobbing in the no gravity water. I can tell there is something on Lorraine's mind, she is even more disconnected than usual. But now is not the time for me to ask. After she has cleansed my body she opens the drain on the tub and leaves the room for a moment. She comes back in as the water has receded but just to my legs. She replaces the stopper, leaving me very confused. I ask why but get no reply. My hard-on is displayed quite lewdly.
Without a word, Lorraine puts lotion on her hands from a bottle I didn't notice. She kneels down beside the tub and takes my rigid member in her hands. I'm just staring at her, speechless. She is steadily and rhythmically stroking me. She will not look me in the face. But her nipples are again poking through her shirt. And I can observe them gently swaying to the motion of her hand. Her hand pressure is perfect. Not too loose not too tight. As my breathing begins to get shorter and I begin to involuntarily moan, she begins stroking faster. My hips are moving it time with her hand and already I can feel the pressure in my balls is becoming tight. Like a master, when my cock begins to swell and just before the first spasm hits me she grips tighter and pulls down hard on my shaft. Just as my body releases the first of several long and powerful ropes of cum shoot forth from me. She continues gently stroking me until I am spent.
With that, she drains the tub and resumes her normal routine. Never says a word to me about it. We got back to our normal selves and the night goes just like any other night. The following days are back into what we always do. Talking about life, watching tv, playing board games. It's as if it never happened. But in my mind, it did. And I'm truly grateful that she took care of me.
A couple days later Lorraine tells me that her daughter and her friend are planning to come to town to visit. Since she is usually at my place caring for me she asks if it would be ok if they come over to visit. Which of course is fine with me. I'd let her do it anyway as the extra company will be fun. But I also know I kinda owe her one.
The day arrives for her daughter and friend to arrive. She is running around MY house making sure everything is in order. She is a little on the edgy side which has us bickering like husband and wife. Finally the doorbell rings as "our" guests have arrived.
Lorraine ushers them into the living room where I'm sitting in my recliner. As I greet them I am completely taken aback by the beauty of both these women. Her daughter, Roxanne, is gorgeous. She has long thick red hair, light skin, and piercing green eyes. Her breasts are full and round and the show off great in her tight shirt. Below the waist is equally spectacular, showing all her curves in black yoga pants. I love this trend of yoga pants!
Her friend Nancy, whom I next meet is stunning as well. Her brown hair reaching to the top of her chest. And speaking of her chest, her breasts are also full and round. Her blouse is unbuttoned showing a wealth of cleavage. Her legs are perfectly displayed in a pair of shorts, not too long and regrettably not too short. Her ass is a sight in and of itself.
As the evening progress I begin to understand that when when Lorraine referred to her daughter's "friend" I completely misunderstood. These too women are clearly lovers. Being old school, Lorraine seems a little unsure of her daughter's lifestyle but she is trying to cope with it. Throughout their visit, my eyes seem to be drawn to the ass and tightly covered crotch of Roxanne. Whenever she rises to walk anywhere, I can't help but look. Equally distracting is the ample cleavage that Nancy is showing. At one point while we are at the table eating dinner, Nancy leans forward to get something which allows me to see down her shirt a little better. Roxanne who had gone into the kitchen for more wine returns. As Nancy sits she follows my gaze behind her and sees that I'm watching Roxy as she comes back. My face turn red and hot as I see a quick but fleeting smile on Nancy's face. BUSTED!!!
The night ends and Roxanne and Nancy leave to spend the night with Roxy's dad. Lorraine cleans up things before preparing me for bed. As I lay awake in my bed, my mind wanders to the two goddesses that were in my home tonight. My hands instinctively reach for my hardening cock. Temporarily forgetting my situation until I'm unable to touch myself. Sleep evades me for what seems like hours...
A couple days later and things are the norm and this day starts as usual. Nothing out of the ordinary. Lorraine has decided she will make a run to the grocery store to stock up the pantry. When she leaves me alone I sit in the straight back chair while watching tv. Since I can get out of it alone. Not long after she leaves the doorbell rings. As I open the door I'm shocked to be greeted by the two women from the previous night. Both wearing similar attire to what they had on last I saw them. I invite them in and explain that Lorraine is gone but should be back in a couple hours.
After we had been talking a few minutes, Nancy leans up from her seat across from me to get a magazine off the coffee table. Again, I am unable to look away from the mounds beneath her shirt as it falls open.
