The Cure

The Cure
Recently I was admitted to a small local surgery for the purpose of removing some kidney stones by a procedure called lithotripsy. For those who don't know yet, this is extremely uncomfortable especially in the postoperative period. So much so that after the procedure the patient (and now I understand what "patient" means) remains with a catheter inserted into his urinary canal (!) for no less than seven and not more than thirty days (on average!).
Since the hospitalization was an emergency, shortly after my arrival in the E.R., I was referred to a room where I stayed for one whole day preparing myself for the surgical procedure -- which at first might have seemed like more of an unwelcome surprise had it not been that I met Leila and here's why:
Let's start at the beginning: Leila was a nurse in charge of the corridor where my hospital room stood; she was a beautiful young brunette, curly-bodied and pointy with short hair, thin lips and eyes that were captivating green. And even in her professional attire it was impossible not to notice her sensuality which seemed to flourish all over her body.
Moreover, she was attentive and kindly, good-humored and very sympathetic, which is why she won over all those who were under her care. And it wasn't any different with me; I felt immediately drawn to her ..., an inexplicably docile and simple attraction but one that I knew held a small volcano of desire and excitement.
We talked about all the times she came to me with medicines, preparations and measurements necessary so that I could be taken the next day to a surgical center for the procedure. Her voice was sweet but firm, her eyes almost hypnotic. I confess Leila delighted and excited me at the same time because it was beautiful and suggestive company.
Well, I'll spare you the "sordid" details of the surgical procedure by just highlighting a somewhat unusual post-operative situation where he is naked with several women looking at his penis in that serious almost scientific way and saying things like: 'He hasn't stopped bleeding yet,' or 'he changes gauze until it stops bleeding' and walks away.
The fact is that after the procedure, I returned to the room where Leila and the head nurse (a young mulatto also very beautiful named Agata), were waiting for me to help put me at rest.
The fact is that I discovered it in an unusual and curious way. Leila returned to the room later that day and after administering the prescribed medication, asked me if she had managed to go to the bathroom, to which I replied no, although she felt a urge to urinate accompanied by burning (forgive my technical explanations but they are necessary).
With a naturalness that is unusual for me, I asked her what would happen if I had an erection (!). Leila, without losing her composure, gave a chuckle and said it probably wouldn't happen but in case it did there would be no problem. Between embarrassed and not funny, I thanked the information and kept quiet.
I was about to fall asleep when Leila came back with the last medication of the night. I took her pills and then told her that she needed to go to the bathroom. She turned around in bed and helped me down from it, asked me to put my arm over her shoulder and lean on her so we could walk to the toilet.
It was a very interesting experience because as soon as I put my arm on Leila's shoulder, I had an uncontrollable desire to squeeze her against me.
I took advantage of the embrace and squeezed her even more, simulating some difficulty in walking. Leila held me by my waist and together we walked to the bathroom. When we were near the toilet bowl she mentioned leaving me alone but I remained firm holding her shoulder. She looked at me showing that she did not understand what was happening then told him that I needed help because she could continue supporting me while I urinated.
The girl hesitated for a moment, but I didn't give her the chance to back off and looking into her eyes took my free hand up to my roll and prepared myself to urinate. It was something very painful; the urge to pee was indescribable while being in close proximity with that beautiful curvaceous girl stimulated an excitement which began to take shape.
When I finished, I realized that my roll was in the position of "half-bomb", as well as realizing the existence of a "foreign body" inside me (it was this catheter!); it worked such great surprise that I felt excitement slip through my fingers. I looked at Leila's beautiful eyes who with soft and delicate voice suggested to go back to bed because she was still under the effects of surgical anesthetics. Without any better option, I agreed.
Leila replaces the small bandage around my penis with due care, realizing that my "half erection" was struggling to stay on course. She avoided looking at me directly but I felt it also excited her. We said goodbye and she walked towards the door and before turning off the lights in the room gave me a smile which stood between inviting and doubtful.
In the morning, I was awakened by Leila's sweet smile who came as usual to take her temperature and blood pressure and administer a new dose of medication. Soon afterward my discharge doctor also visited me, informing me that I would be going home with this catheter which will be removed in seven days.
Before lunch, my daughter came to pick me up. I was eagerly waiting for her, already dressed and ready to go home. As we passed the nursing station, I took the opportunity to say goodbye to Agatha and Leila. With this last one the exchange of glances was acrimonious since there was no longer any way to hide my interest in her. Before leaving, I asked if she liked chocolate; she smiled and replied that a woman does not like chocolates and flowers. So I promised her that as soon as possible I would come back to present it.
And so, life took its course...
After some twenty-five days or so, I decided it was time to see Leila again. Feeling fully recovered and without the intervention of a "catheter", I took advantage of my day off with a nice box of Belgian chocolates and Colombian red roses and wandered into the hospital not far from home.
Regrettably, I was informed by Agatha that Leila had taken a few days off and would only return to work on the following Monday since it was Wednesday of the previous week.
I would try to find out Leila's cell phone number, but given the discreet reluctance of her colleagues and other hospital staff, I resigned myself to reality.
And once again, time took its course...
Curious how fate really conspires in our favor when we need it. After more than two months of my unsuccessful visit, I found Leila in an unexpected and also undesirable situation: My daughter suddenly became ill and had to be taken urgently to the emergency room at the same hospital.
Fortunately, my daughter was not in any serious condition. But the interesting thing is that while I waited for her to receive a medicine prescribed by the doctor, I ran into Leila who had just returned from lunch. We greeted each other and she immediately commented on my previous "visit".
Leila blushed at the same moment. Without losing her rhythm, I asked what time she'd be off duty. She was speechless for a few minutes but after an enlightened smile answered that it would be a twelve-hour shift and she wouldn't leave until the next day.
I got close enough to feel her breathing slightly quickened and stated that I would be there, waiting for her. Before we could rehearse a more "warm" farewell, I was interrupted by my daughter's voice calling me to go away. It was a laconic and very brief goodbye, but inside of me, the next day was certain.
Once again, I took advantage of a day off from the many hours on my desk and at just the right time there was Leila waiting for me with a box of chocolates and red roses. When she walked out through the emergency room gate, I was stunned; Leila still had her uniform made up of white trousers and some sort of hospital logo jacket, but even so she looked beautiful and desirable.
She came up to me and after a very formal greeting, I handed her the cuddles that I had brought. She was delighted with both of them, especially for the Colombian roses. After some moments she said that I'd left her hanging and didn't know what to do in return for my kindness. And obviously I did not miss an opportunity to respond by saying that I have a vague idea about how she could repay it.
Leila smiled like a schoolgirl as I invited her into my car. She hesitated, she wavered but finally accepted my invitation. And once in the car, I let go of all possible and imaginable restraints and embraced her letting my lips search for hers. We kissed with two teenagers' anguish and that dormant volcano within us eventually exploded to its full exuberance and pent-up desire.
I rumbled around looking for a nearby motel and was fortunate enough to remember one that wasn't too far from where we were, on the way observing my partner's behaviour and noticing her anxiety which seemed like an exploding ball of gunpowder breaking up into pent-up hotness.
When I parked the car inside the suite garage, I looked at Leila and assured her that nothing would happen she didn't want. She who had left my cuddles in the backseat turned to me and smiled timidly. After a while, she remarked that it was long since she went out with a partner and feared for my disappointment; Leila also said that from the day when her fiancé abandoned her for another younger and thinner (!), she never again felt confident about getting involved with another man.
As usual, I patiently listened to the lamentations of that beautiful woman and realized that everything she said was absolutely valid but at the same time sad - mainly because she was beautiful, sensual and insinuating. I continued with that beautiful woman in my arms, pondering whether to pursue my purpose or for the sake of common sense discourage her without however abandoning her at such a delicate moment.
And what was not my surprise when those delightful lips sought mine, eager for a kiss full of desire; we embraced each other warmly while our hands rolled loosely over the clothing of both; there was no fear as I touched one if her breasts, feeling their firmness and very stimulating volumes, perceiving his hand on mine pressing it against him in clear demonstration that we should proceed with our intention.
Awkward and horny, we got out of the car and entered a suite that was ready to serve us. I helped Leila undress without stopping even as I assisted her with bra and lovely lace panties revealing a generous body (plus size type) in well-worn shapes which seemed trembling so much from wanting to be touched by an affectionate male.
Then it was her turn to help me with my clothes, which as always boiled down to a bermuda and regatta shirt, revealing in the bright eyes of beautiful brunette my hard pulsating roll. Before I could sketch any reaction Leila took up the instrument with one hand, stroking and rehearsing a delicious puncture. In retaliation, she lowered one hand into his underbelly desperately searching for that delightful little bit, which I found already taken over by a torrent of hot liquid running its entire length.
We played with each other like two passionate schoolgirls who had just discovered how beautiful the sexuality of one another was; but, bold as ever, I gave a respite to her delicious kiss in order eagerly to seek out the stuffy beak from her large and very suggestive breast. I kissed, licked and sucked Leila's nipples until they looked like fruits ready for devouring, also savoring their groans and caresses on my head (no hair because I no longer have them purely by personal choice).
We stood like this for a long time; Leila playing with my roll and I sucking on her tasty breasts. With one quick gesture, I grabbed the girl by the waist and gently led her towards the bed making her lie backwards. For some time I continued to suck on her nipples, and at just the right moment I went down in the direction of her vagina. I found that flavorful little thing ready to serve my unquenchable thirst, and without wasting any time, slipped my tongue along its entire length tearing out moans and screams from my partner who was begging me to continue.
I delighted in that beautiful, hairless little face and allowed my tongue to slide forward into the hole of total madness. I stuck it inside Leila's vagina and simulated a small hardened member going in and out making her even more aroused. She said she wanted more and always more and I gentlemanly obeyed by sucking and licking on this warm vagina whose moisture was pouring with some abundance. Leila sometimes made fun of that oral sex provided by a man who was also reluctant to do it, and at each joke she let out screams and praised my "performance".
However, both she and I wanted much more..., and the time was very near.
-Come, my love... come and fuck me. I want to have sex with you!
I turned my face away from the emptiness between her thighs, and after gazing steadfastly at her realized that it was time; climbed on top of Leila and penetration took place with a rapturous naturalness.
I began to move in a coming and going that was initially slow, but which was immediately suppressed by longer, deeper movements with slight acceleration; Leila wrapped me around her arms and legs and squeezed me against herself, intending to feel the penetration even more. With an exuberance unusual for me, I continued my movement with equal intensity while adapting myself to my partner's "enveloping embrace".
It didn't take long for her to enjoy again..., and another ..., and yet another, leaving me ecstatic with the realization of that young woman my affections and manhood; in fact every orgasm Leila was a gift to me, much greater than my own enjoyment, which I really wanted to prolong as far as possible.
I've never had such a nice climb in my life... you are an amazing man, darling.
Every word Leila uttered sounded to me like a unique and unforgettable gift that I would carry with me for the rest of my life, which is why I tried so hard to give her as many orgasms as possible by forgetting about myself or anything else. However, she had other intentions because without any warning at all she released me from her "cuddle", pushing me away and asking me to stand in front of the bed.
Surprised and a little frightened, I got up in obedience to her request which sounded more like an order. And without wasting time with unnecessary explanations, she stood on all fours over the bed showing off her phenomenal butt for my visual delight. Leila had such a beautiful ass that I was dazzled for several minutes enjoying this image of paradise on earth and begging her to ask me what I expected her to do.
Come and fuck my ass, please.
Leila's words sounded like a cry that exploded inside my chest and before anything else, I did what any man would do: I walked up to her and began stroking those firm rolling buttocks with both hands. The softness coupled with the pleasant warmth of slightly sweaty skin drove me mad on the edge of absolute insanity; for one moment I was static, preferring that sweet unforgettable sensation of the nurse's beautiful ass over everything else in my mind.
However, my partner did not remain silent for long. She turned her face towards me and with eyes injected with so much passion repeated what she wanted emphasizing her determination.
- Come on, my fucking macho... eat that ass right now!
I felt like coming out of a trance and without blinking or thinking about anything else, I held those buttocks with my hands, pulling them apart from each other and revealing the valley between them that housed my partner's little saddle; I must confess to having an uncontrollable urge to ask if I would be the first one to savor this intimate secret of my partner; however Leila seemed to read my mind as she turned around again and said what I wanted to hear.
- Come fuck me hot ..., come fuck the ass that is only yours and no one else's!
That was enough for me to go ahead with the attempt. My roll was still soaked in my partner's internal fluid, but I nonetheless inserted two fingers into her vagina and moistened them before licking even more of my dick. Holding it firmly pointed at a swollen red glans toward an untouched one. With just one punch made sure that the gland would be introduced all at once!
Leila, between ecstasy and surprise, let out an uncontrolled scream but bravely resisted the "attack" by rolling her huge butt in order to accommodate the new presence inside. I kept my hands on those delicious buttocks, burying my fingers into that warm juicy skin while pulling this monument towards my throbbing stick.
Slowly and delightfully I pulled Leila towards me, letting my roll penetrate that hole which was now mine alone. She moaned, gasped, babbled but did not even dare to step back from the manly advance of my cock vibrating with such excitement. And in a short time, I felt the penetration complete as my balls brushed against the gap between her buttocks.
I remained motionless for some time, enjoying both the sensation of raping my partner and also the view afforded by Leila's position as she lustfully stood still sighing and saying how good it was to be possessed by me.
After some time, I began to stock that anus with firm and long movements, letting my partner feel the full extent of the roll going in and out of her bowels; my fingers remained buried in the juicy flesh of her buttocks, assisting in the "push-and-pull" which caused my dick to retreat back to the edge of its glans, sinking it again down into the heel. Leila seemed in a trance, moaning now and then and babbling disjointed phrases, leaking praise and provocation whenever possible.
We stayed like this for a long time, just enjoying the enormous pleasure provided by the eager fuck that had been born of mere bandage ... but my partner became impatient, wanting more from the best. She looked at me over her shoulder and begged to be fucked with fury.
Come on, you son of a bitch... fuck that ass like he deserves.
Immediately, I dispensed with a moderate posture and proceeded to stock up that anus with indescribable violence, moving around in a fury I didn't even know I possessed.
I intensified the movements, going in and out of Leila's anus without any ceremony; the back-and-forth became faster and more vigorous as my ears savored insults, compliments and grunts from my insane partner who was also moving slowly to and fro against my cane at a rhythm that grew increasingly hallucinatory. My body trembled and my muscles ached slightly (the effort had paid off), but nonetheless I continued on with it because my training partner was worth every effort.
We fucked like crazy for so long that we lost track of time and space; it was just me, her and our lust being satisfied... which is what really mattered.
Leila mocked others so many times that we lost count, and she swam in the torrent of fluids leaking from both her vagina and besieged anus, providing a wonderful sensation of pleasure for me ..., however, the inevitable was to come ... my body and member were signaling with the arrival of longed-for orgasm ..., it was approaching time when my roll would release the load of semen retained in my bowels.
I announced to Leila the arrival of my amusement and she, not making a plea for it, begged me to amuse myself away from her by licking her buttocks with my hot viscous whore; obviously delighted at this announcing possibility, I acquiesced and after some more vigorous movements let the spasms control my instinct.
As soon as I felt the torrent emerge from within me, I pulled out my roll and let jets of sperm project towards those exuberant buttocks -- these were thick, slimy jets that spread across the smooth, rolled surface of my partner's opulent butt which in turn swirled around verbalizing the pleasure I was feeling with this burst of hot semen. It was such a voluminous load that even I stood astonished while the jets repeated themselves one after another, emptying myself almost entirely.
When I was finished, I took the opportunity to lick my partner's ass by passing his hands over her still-warm sperm and spreading it all over Leila's rolled buttocks, who in turn groaned and wagged her waist saying how grateful she was for "the present" that I had willingly given her. Exhausted and beaten down with effort,
And to my greatest satisfaction, I woke up some time later with Leila sucking on my roll! Her head was resting on my belly and she went about licking and sucking the member that in a more than unbelievable way had been "reborn from ashes"; I felt small spasms go through my body while my partner used her tongue to lick the roll like one would lick a popsicle. Each spasm became increasingly intense causing tiny shivers which were electrified at the surface of my skin creating an immense sensation of excitement.
I stroked her soft hair while allowing her mouth and tongue to do a fine job of putting my languid limb back on its feet; within minutes (to my surprise!) the roll was hard and ready.
I gently laid her down on the bed and positioned myself for penetration in the famous "Mommy, Daddy" pose; once again my dick slid into it fitting like a glove. We began rhythmic movements as my mouth quenched its thirst at my partner's clogged-up beak breasts while sucking and licking passionately.
Leila made fun of me a few more times and I (unusual as it may seem) wanted to continue fucking her, even though the weight of age and effort was taking its toll; my muscles were aching and every pelvic movement became increasingly difficult.
However, this time I knew that I could not prevent the inevitable because orgasm was already approaching my body. I intensified back-and-forth movements and let Leila take advantage of them to get a few more last-minute orgasms. Realizing that everything was about to end, I announced to my partner the end of that new session ..., and her request left me between surprise and intoxication.
-Let me finish for you, horny..., let me hit a nice hand job to you, let ..., please ...
It was an irresistible (and provocative) request, to which I immediately acquiesced. Leila pushed me until I lay on the bed and stood beside me with her breasts rubbing against my back; she took the scroll in her hands and began applying a careful handkerchief; the girl had great skill for it and at every moment when she realized that I was about to make fun of her, she would interrupt the up-and-down movements by holding the roll by its base and preventing orgasm from exploding.
She did this repeatedly, looking at me and whispering in my ear that I needed to beg her to end the masturbatory session.
-Please, delight, make me laugh ... please ..., I want..., I need!
Leila intensified the movements until I enjoyed once again. It was a much smaller load than before, but no less intense and pleasurable; at last she licked my belly, cleaning out the sperm that flowed on its sides. We ended up satisfied and embraced, enjoying another short nap.
Later in the afternoon, we ordered a refreshing snack and took a shower. We used this time to soap ourselves up and have some more fun with caresses and malicious teasing.
When we were ready to leave, Leila hugged and kissed me in gratitude for the wonderful day I had given her.
I replied that it had been my pleasure and if she wished, we could repeat the experience in future at a suitable time. She smiled before replying that this would depend exclusively on me and my availability since according to her as a married man it was up to me to say when and where.
I smiled at her and confided that this day had become special for me, because she gave me the unique experience of being able to please a beautiful woman in every possible way. We embraced once again, and I must admit I felt like undressing her again and starting all over again.
We left the motel, and Leila asked me to drop her at a bus stop. I insisted on dropping her off at his house, but she reasoned that it would not be advisable for us to do so; instead, I knew where we could find him. Before getting out of the car, he handed me a small piece of paper saying that there was his cell phone number written down in order for me to call whenever I wanted and if possible.