An Angel of Mercy in Starched Whites

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An Angel of Mercy in Starched WhitesThis is a story about a naughty nurse and a willing patient, did she mean to jerk me off, or was it all a dream?I have no real fetish for the naughty nurse, but I recently saw a movie from the 1950’s with the prim and proper nurses in white and this idea popped into my head. None of it is true, in fact I at 65 plus years old I have never been in a hospital in my life so this is a fantasy!!She was dressed in white, from her neckline to the tips of her toes and her long slender fingers were wrapped around my hard throbbing cock. I could see the purple tip of my cock each time she slid her hand down the shaft and as she came back up she circled the tip with the palm of her hand. My hand was hanging over the side of the bed and as I palmed her ass I knew immediately she was wearing a tight girdle. My fingertips traced the seams of the satin panel that I knew covered her ass. Her perfume, which had a heavy scent of flowers, filled my head as she stroked my cock with one hand and cupped my balls with the other.I thought I had been dreaming as I looked up to see her hovering over my hospital bed. I was recovering from a mild case of pneumonia and the antibiotic they prescribed had made me sleepy and the line between reality and dreams seemed blurred. I had been used to seeing nurses and attendants dressed in multicolored scrubs, most with floral tops and the scrubs hid their feminine shape making them all look the same But the nurse administering to my cock at this moment was right out of my c***dhood hospital experience. I thought briefly of the well-known fetish that is associated with nurse uniforms of the past, and although my mind is not ruled by any fetish, the sight of her reminded me of its existence. As I looked down as her small hand jerking my cock my mind was filled with visions of the past.When I had my tonsils removed in my early teen days back in the 1950’s nurses dressed in the white uniform of the time. An almost sheer white blouse, buttoned to the neck and long sleeves with a double cuff making it look like their wrists had wings. It didn’t take too much study to see their white slip and bra clearly showing through the fabric.The blouse, if that is what it was called, was form fitting enhancing a woman’s breasts that were held tightly in her bra that brought her tits to a sharp point instead of the rounded smooth shape of today. The blouse fit perfectly along her thin waist and when tucked neatly into the waistband of her skirt her hourglass figure was perfectly displayed. The skirt fit tightly over their properly girdled behind and white stocking clad legs completed canlı bahis the ghostly appearance. Their shoes where all white, a bit clunky, but still had enough heel to enhance their butt and legs.Atop their head was a crisp white cap and who knows what held it in place. They smelled of starch and floral scented perfume, and were always proper, polite, and a bit standoffish. And an early teen was likely to form adolescent sexual fantasies about them as they cared for him. Having discovered my cock and the relationship between “dirty thoughts” and a hard cock, the nurses of that day filled my head with thoughts of long slender fingers in a long sleeve blouse jerking me off.Now none of that ever happened, but a hormone ravaged brain often confuses fact with fiction. “Or did it?” I wondered to myself. My mind floated in and out of reality, at this moment the pleasure in my cock was being produced by this vision of the past, her soft smooth hands bringing me closer to the point of no return, her breasts, although not large, were held snugly in a bullet shaped bra that was hidden from view by the lacey top of her slip, which was visible through the thin fabric of her blouse.My hand was definitely on her ass and she offered no resistance to my fondling its smooth rounded shape. I knew I was awake, I was aware of the sounds of the PA system in the hall, the wobbly wheel of some cart being pushed down the hall, and of the scent of antiseptic used to clean the place. But in my room there was the scent of this angel of mercy, my ghostly white nurse of the 1950’s.She kissed me on the cheek, a nurse of perhaps 20 years old. She must have noticed the tear in my eye and the frightened look on my face, my parents had left me in the room as I was wheeled to surgery for my tonsillectomy, “I am alone, I am an orphan,” I shouted to myself in my head. “What are they going to do to me?” was a question that burned in my brain. Then that cool smooth hand of my nurse was on my forehead, she bent over the bed, I could feel her tits against my arm as her hand moved to my cheek drying my single tear. Then her lips were on my forehead, soft and warm, it was a gentle reassuring kiss that eased my mind, she had her tit pressed against my hand, I moved it, yes I copped a feel of my nurse’s tit!Her breast was soft, they looked so hard and rigid in that bullet shape, yet it felt soft and the starch of her blouse made a crinkly sound as I pressed up against her tit. I was at ease, she whispered softly to me, “You be a good boy Danny and I will be right here when it is over,” and then a big door swung open at my feet and it was cold, the air around bahis siteleri me was cold yet I felt warm and secure thinking of my angel of mercy.My pneumonia had come on quickly, I have no way of knowing how I got it, but now I was in this hospital and enjoying the pleasure of a woman’s touch that had been missing in my life for so long. “I had long ago enjoyed this pleasure,” I thought as my hand roamed across her ass. There was no jiggle or movement, the girdle held her firm and perfectly shaped.I could feel her skirt slide across her ass, the nylon slip provided the lubrication between starched cotton and the elastic undergarment. She continued the steady rhythm on my cock, at times she’d cup just the tip with quick thrusts and then long slow jerks taking the entire length of my shaft. I looked down, the crisp white sheet bounced up and down as her hand pleasured me.I slipped into that foggy confused state again, the pleasure causing me to thrust up against her hand, yet the current room vanished as my mind went back to an earlier time. I was in a room with a single light bulb in the ceiling, it was white everywhere and my throat was on fire, I touched my throat, nothing hurt on the outside.I rolled my head to the side I was all alone, it was a bright sunny day outside the window, I was high up in the hospital, and the tree tops were right outside my window. My young nurse floated into the room, it was as if she had no legs, except I could hear the sound of her nylons as she walked, her legs brushing against each other as she walked always seemed to announce her presence.My lips moved, but no sound came out, “I want ice cream,” were the words I tried to say, she knew, her cool hand was on my forehead again, brushing my hair back off my face. Her bright blue eyes looked into mine, her ruby red lips, formed a smile, she had a cute overbite that made her bottom lip push out a bit, just like Patsy in school.“You will be fine Sweetie,” she said in a reassuring voice, “I will get you some ice chips for now,” and then she was away. My brain was not working, but I knew where I was and what happened, and I knew I loved my nurse, she was beautiful and so white and clean and she smelled like a summer day in my mother’s flower garden.I thought about our kiss, her soft warm lips on my forehead and my hand went to my crotch, my little cock was hard and unlike my throat, it felt like it always did so I stroked it. I thought of white blouses and point tits, flowers, and her cute overbite. I wanted to cum; I wanted to feel something other than my sore throat. I was lost in my pleasure, my hand moving up and down, and the güvenilir bahis sheet rising and falling with my movement.“Oh my,” she said as she lifted the sheet. My eyes popped open, I had not heard the sound of her legs rubbing together, my nurse had returned and caught me masturbating and I was afraid she could read my dirty thoughts of her perfect white body and my thoughts of her pointy tits. I don’t know why my hand refused to stop moving as I looked up at her. She placed her hand on top of mine, halting the movement that had brought me so close to the top. I pulled my hand off my hard throbbing cock leaving hers unmoved and I felt the soft palm of her hand on the tip of my cock.She smiled and as she slid her hand off my cock I exploded, my cum squirted out of my cock. My nurse immediately replaced her hand, holding the tip of my cock as I squirted my cum into hand. It felt beyond any cum I had ever had, she waited until my cock stopped spitting my seed out and then scooped up the cum that clung to my cock and her hand.She turned to the wash stand, rinsed the goo off her hand and returned to my cock with a warm wet wash cloth. It was soft and the wet warmth made my cock spurt again, it was just a drop, but it felt like I was shooting a marble out of my cock. She caught it in the washcloth and finished cleaning me up. With my gown pulled down and the sheet replaced and tucked tightly around me she touched my cheek with her hand and whispered, “It’s okay Danny, it is time to rest,” and my eyes fluttered shut for a moment.As I opened my eyes the nurse was there in my room, the pleasure building as her hand expertly tossed my cock up and down. I felt the cramp, deep inside, the pleasure was reaching a peak and my hand involuntarily pulled hard against her ass. She looked down and smiled as the first shot of cum shot out of my cock, she caught it and smeared it over the tip enhancing my cum.I felt her with my hand, I slid it towards the crack of her ass that couldn’t be felt with the tight girdle, but my fingers found the edge of the open girdle and I felt her soft ass as she held my spurting cock in her soft hand. I groaned as I shot again and again and fingered her panty covered ass through her uniform and slip. I wanted this nurse; I wanted her setting on my cock with that crisp skirt shoved up around her waist and her panties pulled aside.I groaned again and then it was over, my cock went limp and my eyes slammed shut. I must have dozed for a few minutes, when I opened my eyes it was dark in the room, the sounds in the hall had diminished, “it had not been a dream,” I thought. I reached for the button to call the nurse, my eyes were barely open as Kristi, my nurse, walked into the room wearing sloppy flowery scrubs, “You had a bad night Dan,” she said, “the fever has broken, let me get some help and we will get you a sponge bath.”

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