Nap and a visitor

After my many exertions of the day, I was exhausted. My eyes fluttered and closed; I slept. I only semi-awoke when the nurse came in to check my vitals. I did notice that she surreptitiously lifted my sheet to look for a minute at my permanent hard-on. After she left, I returned to my completely sombulant state.

Some undetermined time later, I woke up again. I looked around and saw Sasha, my boss' cute secretary. She had long brown hair, brown eyes, and a slim figure, except for her C-cup breasts. She was wearing a skirt and blouse, the top two buttons of which were undone -- she liked showing a little cleavage. She noticed I was awake, stood up, and said, "Hi, Mr. Doe. Mr. Lange sent me to find out how you are doing, and if there is anything that you need. He said that the company is behind you one hundred percent, and he wished you a quick recovery."

"Please, Sasha. Call me 'John'. I'm doing pretty good, under the circumstances. I can't think of anything that Harry can get for me. Thank him for the well-wishes," I said sincerely.

Sasha smiled and said, "So, what happened? We don't have any details. The charge nurse in the E.R. called and said you were in the hospital, but she wouldn't give any information. You gave work as your emergency number in your wallet."

"Apparently, I somehow got a rare blood virus that suddenly decided to cause trouble. The doctors have knocked it out with powerful ****, so I should be fine in a few days. Right now, I'm pretty weak."

"Oh, that's terrible, John," she said, true concern darkening her face. While I was talking to her, my erection decided to twitch, probably from her good looks and sympathy. Sasha's eyes darted to my covered groin area and got wide. "Why do you have a lump down there?" she asked.

I turned bright red. I decided that being honest was the best policy. Besides, the sight of my new equipment seemed to have a powerful effect on women, and Sasha might have the same result. Just the thought caused Mr. Johnson to quiver again. "Well, a side effect of the **** they gave me is that I have an erection all the time now. Kind of like Viagra." I smiled at her.

Now it was Sasha's turn to blush. "Will it go away once you're out of the hospital?" she asked, curiously.

"The doctors say no, that it's permanent. Would you like to see it?"

She looked at me, and I looked back at her plainly, trying not to let my desire for her show. Maybe she'll think I'm just showing it off. Let her get the idea on her own.

Her curiosity got the better of her, and she said, "Yes, I'd like that very much."

I slowly lifted the sheet, revealing my flagpole in all its glory, and watched her reaction. Sasha raised her hand to her mouth and gasped. I could see her flush down to the tops of her tits.

"Oh, my! That's impressive. And you say it will never go down? Even if you have an orgasm?" she asked as her breathing increased.

"Even if I have an orgasm," I repeated for emphasis, some of my pride at servicing everyone who's been through the room recently filtering into my voice. I now could see the tips of her nipples poking through the material of her bra and blouse. She was obviously getting very turned on by my display; she could not take her eyes off it.