Archive-name: Dreams/fantasy4.txt
Archive-author: Brian
Archive-title: Candystriper


Cindy stood in the mirror, admiring her freshly ironed uniform.  With the white
baseball hat and flat shoes, she looked innocent, an angel of mercy.
The head nurse, a stout woman with the infinite light year heart, enjoyed the
treatment Cindy gave her patients whenever she administered medicine,
propped up pillows, or read to an old woman whose eyes were operated
on.

Cindy was admired by most of the doctors, which made some of the other
blow-dry and makeup nurses in training jealous.  But their
comeuppance came when Cindy helped out a shorthanded doctor in the ER;
an old man had a severed leg, and none of the other nurses were
"available."  "Let the little bitch take care of it herself," one
nurse snarled.  (That same nurse was fired for engaging in comprimising
act with a orderly in the hospital janitor closet.)  "She thinks she
can do anything," sneered another.

But despite all of this jealousy, no one ever denied that she was beautiful.
At five feet nine and with a healthy mane of white-blonde hair, Cindy
could pack a tight mini and a garter belt with a minimum of bother.
After five, her bare face took a completely different
countenance...she transformed from sweet candystriper to a real live
Venus in High Heels.  The only thing that fortunately didn't change
was her personality...nothing could take away from that.

There was this 35 year old man, Bill Llewellyn, a poor Welshman who
had flown in to receive some much needed back surgery.  Every day,
Bill had to endure grueling physical therapy, but usually Cindy was
there to cheer him up.  Though he spoke fluent English, his accent was
heavy, and when he swore, it was in Welsh.

One of the doctors recommended that other exercises could be used to
ease Bill's back pain.  One doctor even had the gall to mention sex
("but only masturbation, because penetration would throw ethics out
the window"), but that would denigrate the patient's dignity.

Cindy was doing her usual rounds when the head nurse was in an
unusually foul mood.  "Where have the ethics gone?" she sighed,
shaking her head.  "Next thing you know they'll have stoke victims
writing symphony orchestras."  Cindy was nearby when she heard her,
and asked what was wrong.

"It seems that one of our esteemed doctors wants to have alternative
therapy done to Bill Llewellyn.  The following list of intensive
massage, ultrasound, and other sound medical practices are fine.
Self-stimulation and copulation are not."  Suddenly, a wicked gleam
came to Cindy's eyes, and the head nurse began laughing.  "I assume
you like the other two choices, huh?  But that doesn't solve the
problem.  Bill Llewellyn needs the utmost medical care and we must
protect his dignity.  We can't fuck the guy and call it a cure!"
Cindy looked up in the air, and soon a mischeivous smile creased her
lips.  "I could assist Bill in making him feel better...I think he's
kinda cute."  Cindy covered her mouth to hide her laughter.  The head
nurse looked from side to side, and then she said sotto voce, "It's a
good thing you're a volunteer, or else this hospital would be closed
in a blink of the Medical Association eye.  I would have the patient
feeling better than having the patient go through agonizing therapy
and pain."

A couple of days later, Bill had just finished his afternoon therapy,
and the orderly directed Bill back to his room.  The door creaked
open, and Cindy came into the room.  "Hello, Bill. I'm going to give
you a post-therapy wash up...do if you'll sit on the bed, I'll get
the water ready."

She ran some warm water into the bucket, and found a sponge from
underneath the bed.  After putting a little bit of bath oil into the
bucket, she undid Bill's johnny and found that his penis was already
erect.  She washed all around his belly, making small rivers around
his stomach.  Bill's eyes were in a state of semi-sleep, but he closed
them again when Cindy gently and tenderly washed his genitals,
squeezing his penis after she was through.  She began to knead the
flesh between her hands, and it was obvious that Bill was really
enjoying the attention.  Soon, she began to pleasure him, alternating
long strokes with a skilled tongue and good suction.  Suddenly, his
back arched, and he began to climax.  One wave after another made his
hips buck, but Cindy was able to catch it all in her throat.

A few days later, Bill's condition improved dramaticaly.  Therapy
became painless, and Bill was able to bend over and stretch.  Every
day, Bill did Tai Chi exercises to put his mind at even balance, and
to keep boredom at bay.

Next week, Bill was released from the hospital.  Cindy missed him, but
she never lost her cheerfulness as she treated the other patients.
Later that week, Cindy received a beautiful bouquet of roses, with a
note attached:

"Cindy: I would like to repay your kind services at the hospital.  I
know you might have gotten in trouble, but what you did was better
than any medicine.  Stop by my apartment for coffee and
conversation..." and the address of his apartment was given at the bottom
of the card.

Cindy rang the doorbell a few days later, after she went to a party with
her friends that got raided by the police.  Bill answered the door; he
was watching "Nightline", and on the table was a cup of tea.  "C'mon
in, Cindy.  I wasn't expecting you," he said, and Cindy entered.

"Am I disturbing you?" Cindy asked with a catch in her
voice, but Bill raised his hand.  "You're only interrupting a night
with Jay Leno, Ted Koppel and the entire staff of Columbia
Broadcasting," he said modestly.  "You look very nice tonight...not
like you do at the hospital," he added, drinking in her form enclosed
in a denim miniskirt, white Edwardian shirt, white heels, and white mesh nylons.
Bill handed her a cup of Chamoile Tea, in which she drank slowly.  A
orange-red lipsticked smile traced her lips, and she never took her
eyes off of Bill as she sipped.

"As I said before, if I got you into any trouble, I am completely
sorry," Bill smiled wanly.  Cindy laughed, and shook her head.  "I
admit I was being a little too forward and not using a shred of
medical ethics, but I've read that some form of sex is good for the
back.  Believe me, my little 'remedy' was furthest from a cure.  But I
think it gave you impetus to heal, along with the Tai Chi exercises
you did daily."

Bill responded by leaning over to Cindy and kissing her squarely on
the lips.  Taken aback, Cindy recoiled a bit, but she began to loosen
her resistance.  Bill kissed everywhere on her face, giving attention
to her neck, her eyes, and the insides of her mouth.  Both of their
tongues danced, and neither of them cared if it continued forever.

Cindy began to undress Bill, slowly undoing each button of his shirt
to reveal his chest.  It was not a muscular chest, but Cindy buried
her head within the thick tuft.  She took his nipples and began to
suck on them, and after undoing the belt buckle, she found his
erection at full attention.  She brought down his boxer shorts and he
stood nude after she removed his argyle socks.

Now it was Bill's turn.  Carefully, he removed her blouse, touching
her neck gently after he discovered her white bustier-bra.  Since the
bra had a front clasp, Bill removed her bra with ease.  A well-formed
pair of breasts met his gaze, and like a baby he nursed her swollen
nipples.  As he did, he unzipped her denim skirt, letting it fall to
the floor.

Cindy stood up, and he reached to unclip each of her garters from her
gossamer white nylons.  With a flourish he unhooked the belt from
behind, and rubbed his hand up and down her thigh.  Her moistness was
already running down her thigh, staining the tops of her nylons.
Gently he took down her white panties, and found her warm and
welcoming mound inviting.  He rubbed his hand up and down her slim
legs, and as he did, he brought the stockings down as far as her
ankles.  Cindy bent down, and began to do what she did in the
hospital.

But instead of climaxing, Bill withdrew from Cindy and said something
in Welsh.  He pleasured her mound, and her engorged clitoris was the
feature attraction for her loud moans.  But Bill did not let her have
an orgasm either - he backed off and settled her on the couch.

Bill gently mounted Cindy, and he started to suck on her nipples while
entering her gently.  For each thrust, her moans grew exponentially
louder, and she could hold back no more.  She shot up like a bolt as
she began to climax; she buried her head in his shoulder as she
shook hard against him.  Her waves began to excite him, and he also
had an intense orgasm...more intense than at the hospital.

Bill gently cleaned Cindy up and then himself.  Her parents would
wonder why she hadn't come home, and would freak out if they found out
that she had sex with someone twice her age.  Bill hugged her gently,
and said, "Darling, even though you are half my age, and a minor, I
could get arrested.  But there is a Welsh proverb that says, 'It's
foolish to get arrested, but even more foolish for being arrested for
having a good time.'  You can visit me as often as you like, because
you are welcome here."  Bill kissed Cindy lightly on the cheek, and
she left the house with tears in her eyes.

Cindy awoke from her dream, as her alarm clock rang.  She was already
home, and she looked in the mirror.  Walking in a long nightshirt to the
closet, she pulled out her old candystriper uniform, looked into the mirror,
and smiled.  Her daughter Rhianna tugged on her night shirt, and said,
"Come on, Mommy.  We've got to meet Daddy at the airport.  I want to
say 'Croeso w domuw, Pappa!'"

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