Unexpected Connection in the Hospital Room

“Well, well! You’ve finally decided to wake up!”
My head was throbbing and the room blurry as I looked up to see who was talking to me. Her pretty, soft-featured face was glowing and her bright green eyes twinkled as she leaned over me. Her white blouse was rounded by the pressing curves of her breasts, and with two buttons undone, I had a brief view of an inviting stretch of tender, white cleavage.
“Don’t move!” she blurted suddenly. “Your arms are fractured, and your leg is broken. The lacerations have been stitched, but you are not to move your arms until the cuts begin to heal unless you want to bleed to death.”
I looked down at my arms and saw they were bound tightly in gauze and my right leg was in a cast. Then, suddenly, it all flashed before me in fast motion. I saw the kid on the red bike dash in front of me. I heard the screeching brakes and scream of a woman as I swerved to miss him. I heard shattering glass and crunching metal. As if she knew my thoughts, the enticing woman at my side said “Don’t worry. The kid’s OK, although your car and the Tesla you hit are probably scrap metal. You also have a nasty bump on your head, but that handsome face of your’s came through unscathed. You’re safely here in the hospital and I’m here to help you, but you must do as I say. I’ll need to clean you up before I put a fresh gown on you. Just stay still.”
As she turned to get a sponge and a small basin of water, I had a good look at her firm bottom that was covered by a form-fitting white pleated skirt. I thought that perhaps she wasn’t wearing underpants. She removed the sheet that covered me and I felt by the cool air that I was naked. “Yes,” she said, “they had to cut the clothes off of you.” She began washing me, starting at my neck, wiping away the dried blood, a few remaining glass particles, and slowly and thoroughly working her way down my torso. She arrived at my groin and began to clean my penis and balls with the warm soapy water. I immediately felt myself plumping up and getting aroused. Embarrassed, I tried to calm myself as she raised her eyebrows, gently smirked, and said “I see the accident hasn’t caused any damage to your little soldier boy and his two sidekicks!” I thought she would continue past my groin to clean the rest of me, but she began to concentrate her efforts on my stiffening penis. She made quickening circles with her forefinger around the hot, red edge of my engorged glans while staring into my eyes as if challenging me to ask her to stop or to continue. I automatically went to reach out to touch her breasts, but as I unthinkingly tried to raise my hand, a searing pain went through my arm. “See, now you’ve been a bad boy, you didn’t do as I said, and look what happened!” she said with authority. “If you try that again, you’ll do yourself a lot of damage and I’ll have to stop washing you.” I didn’t want her to stop or to leave, so I settled back as best I could. When she seemed confident that I was not going to move, she resumed her finger circles. After a few minutes, my dick began twitching and I wanted her to grab it fully and bring me to orgasm. She sensed I was about to erupt and she flicked my swollen head with her middle finger, stopped, and said “Tut, tut. Let’s not be so fast. You’re just starting your recovery.” Gently smiling, she moved her hand away from my penis and began to massage my balls, rolling them around and pressing down harder and harder until I wasn’t sure if I was experiencing pain or pleasure. She then grabbed my dick by the shaft and began to squeeze with a pulsing motion until the head was a purple throbbing bulb. I moaned with pleasure and asked for her to finish me off. She laughed, said “the afternoon session is over, but I’ll be back to check on you tonight.” She dried her hands, covered me with the sheet and briskly left the room with her hips swaying suggestively as she sashayed her way through the door.