A Wet Towel

After speaking with John for several more minutes, seeing that he had calmed down, and having nothing else to talk about at the moment, Dr. Mitchell wrapped up with an extremely dry joke about how lucky John was that he wouldn't have to do laundry or make his own food for awhile. John glared at him.

Recognizing a lost cause, the Doctor stood. Making one last stab at a joke, he gave John a wink and said it was about time for Nurse Williams to give him one of her famous sponge baths. He walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. Susan glared after him for a second, then went into the bathroom and returned with a washbowl and sponge.

"Okay Mr. Brady, he was right, it's about that time," she said, putting the bowl down next to him and stretching sensually. John had been lying on his side to talk to the doctor, and when she gently pushed him over onto his back, Susan saw a woody that wouldn't end sticking up proudly under his gown. She was used to this from her younger male patients, so didn't pay it any mind. She quickly stripped John of his hospital gown, then reached back and undid her hair, letting it fall freely down her shoulders.

Quickly and efficiently, she unbuttoned her scrubs, pulled them over her head, and, reaching behind, she undid the clasp of her bra, shrugging out of it and letting her large globes fall free, giving them an enticing bounce. She neatly folded her clothes and put them on the bedside table before reaching into the bowl and retrieving the sponge. It was chilly in the room, and her nipples quickly became hard. "Alright, lets start with your arms," she said, as if everything were perfectly normal.

John looked up at the pretty nurse and goggled. He didn't know what was going on, but it was definitely different. 'What kind of hospital is this?,' he thought.

Susan hummed a tune, scrubbing him vigorously, sending her boobs bouncing all over the place, causing John's wood to harden even further. She seemed to be putting in every possible effort to rub her breasts against him as she scrubbed, getting them lightly soapy in the process. In embarrassment, he tried to cover his crotch with his hands.

Susan smiled at him reassuringly. "It's alright. That's nothing to be ashamed of, it's a perfectly normal reaction to having a sponge bath. I've been washing you the entire time you were in a coma, so it's nothing I haven't seen before," she said, gently and slowly moving his hands away from his dick. His penis was standing straight up , but she paid it absolutely no mind as she used the towel to get his chest nice and soapy before putting it to the side, pressing her boobs into his chests, and dragged them up and down his body.

As the nurse continues with the bath, Jon's eyes roamed over her bare body and enjoyed the soft feeling her tits dragging across him. He still couldn't believe this was happening. The nurse had just taken her top off for no reason, and was not only acting like nothing was wrong, but seemed to have no trouble using her considerable assets as part of her cleaning. His mind thought up several other activities he'd prefer her doing, including what she could do with her tongue...