I was still a bit nervous riding this electric scooter, going 20 miles an hour on a narrow board along a short strip of pavement with no protection. I’d feel much safer inside my car, though I couldn’t deny the time I was saving every day by not having to stand still in traffic or search for a parking space.
It had been a gift from my boss, a bonus actually for the work I did on the project we delivered this spring. Part of me thinks it was just his idea of making sure I got to work on time. I had been using it every day for the past week, dodging pedestrians who had to jump out of my way, cursing at cars who didn’t see me coming, …
I was on my way home on Friday, thinking I was finally getting the hang of this thing, zooming along, when a woman exiting a building, focussed completely on the phone in her hand, stepped in front of me without looking.
I tried to brake and swerve out of her way, but I could already feel the scooter disappearing from underneath me, and gravity taking over.
I can’t fully remember what happened next, just the view of the pavement rushing towards me and the sound of the woman’s surprised squeal filling my ears. The next moment, I was laying on the ground, dazed as I pushed myself up. I didn’t feel any pain yet, though I know now that was just the adrenaline pumping into my veins.
“Are you alright?” someone asked me.
I looked up to see the woman staring down at me, a look of anguish and concern on her face.
My first instinct was to curse at her, for being so careless, but the genuine look of distress on her face made me pause. She was a beautiful woman, despite the frown on her face, with long, slightly-curly brown hair hanging down the sides of her face as she bent over looking at me. I suddenly couldn’t get myself angry enough to chew her out. “I’m alright, I think,” I replied.
“Are you sure?” the woman asked as I slowly pushed myself to my feet, “Be careful.”
I grimaced as I felt a sudden sharp pain in my leg, but nothing felt broken or strained. “I’ll be fine,” I said, looking around for my scooter, it had crashed into a wall but looked relatively fine, I limped over towards it to pick it up.
“Wait, you’re hurt,” the woman protested, suddenly grabbing my arm, “Let me help you.”
Surprised by her compassion – or perhaps she was just feeling guilty – I let her support me as I picked up my scooter. The pain in my leg was slowly increasing as the shock of the accident was fading away.
“Come inside, let me look at your leg,” the woman said as I checked the damage on my scooter.
“I’ll be alright,” I said, “Just a bruise probably.”
She didn’t let go of my arm however, “I’m a nurse,” she said, “At least let me make sure.” She was already ushering me towards the door of the building she’d just come out of, and still a bit dazed I followed her inside.
We went up a few floors in an elevator and then left my scooter behind beside the door of her apartment. Suddenly I found myself sitting on a couch in a stranger’s apartment. For a moment I felt nervous, thinking this might be a setup, lured into an apartment by a beautiful woman, about to get my organs harvested. I chuckled at that sudden thought, the woman’s concern looked genuine and her apartment was too small for anyone else to be hiding in.
“I’m glad to see you can still laugh,” the woman said, “Now let me see your leg, pull down your pants.”
I felt a bit hesitant suddenly, faced with having to undress in front of this stranger. She really was beautiful, long hair, cute face, wearing a sexy summer dress, … If she’d been a man I’d have gotten into an argument with her over our accident, I scolded myself, just because she’s a beautiful woman doesn’t mean I should be this meek.
“Come on, it’s alright,” she encouraged me, “I’m a nurse.”
I grimaced, she didn’t look like a nurse right now, in a dress rather than slacks, under the warm lighting of her apartment instead of the cold sterile room of a hospital. I didn’t want to seem too shy however, so I slowly unbuckled my trousers and pushed them down, wincing at the sudden pain in my leg.
“Oh my,” the woman reacted, placing a hand in front of her mouth as she noticed the abrasion on my leg, from my knee almost all the way up to my hip. She quickly turned around and ran to the small kitchen area in the corner of her apartment, returning with a bag of ice from her freezer wrapped in a towel. “Hold this against it,” she said, pushing the cold wrap in my hands, before turning around again.
This time she disappeared into a small room to the side which I’d assumed was her bathroom. Meanwhile I sat there in my underwear, my pants down to my knees, in a woman’s apartment. I held the icy pack firmly against my leg, the cold was soothing and numbed the pain.
Moments later she reappeared with a small bag which she dropped beside me on the couch. As she rummaged through it I had to remind myself not to look down her dress as she stood there slightly bent over, especially since I was sitting there almost half-naked.
The bag contained several medical supplies such as bandages, salves and ointments, reinforcing the fact that she was indeed a nurse.
“I’m going to disinfect it first,” she said as she opened a small glass bottle and dabbed some onto a cloth, “It might sting a little.”
I winced as she gently placed the cloth on my leg, but it was more cold than painful. As she carefully dabbed with the wet cloth, I was once more distracted by the deep cleavage of her dress, now right in front of my face as she stood bent over to care for my leg. I noticed the soft curve of her breasts and the cute white lace of her bra. I tried to look away before that view could have a noticeable effect inside my shorts, but as her hand moved up my leg, she came close to almost pushing her bosom into my face.
“You should probably take these off as well,” she said as she reached the edge of my underwear, indicating that the wound was slightly covered up by my shorts.
I swallowed, but then grabbed the edge of my shorts and pulled them up rather than down, revealing more of my leg without completely exposing myself.
The nurse chuckled softly, as if she was amused by my refusal – for a moment I wondered how she could feel so comfortable with a strange man in her apartment.
“There,” she said, “Now let me add some of this ointment and then we can add a bandage to keep it clean.”
She grabbed another pot from the bag, this one containing a thick white salve. She sat down on the couch beside me and started gently massaging it onto my leg. With this intimate touch of her delicate hand on my skin, I could feel the blood rushing through my groin. Already on edge from the view she provided me, I could feel myself growing, pushing against the fabric of my shorts.
I closed my eyes, trying to keep a grip, but as soon as I did, I heard her moving. When I opened my eyes again, she’d slid down the couch, now kneeling at my feet. “Does that feel better?” she asked, looking up at me through her long eye-lashes.
I swallowed, “Much better,” I replied.
Her hand was now all the way up my thigh, right beside my shorts which were now noticeably bulging. “Does it feel good?” she asked.
I could feel my heart racing. What did she mean by that? I wondered. “It doesn’t hurt much anymore,” I replied.
The woman smiled and then grabbed the bag off the couch, placing it on the floor, as if she wanted to make sure she could remain kneeling at my feet. She took out some white bandages and carefully wrapped them around my leg.
I tried to look straight ahead and not down at the woman kneeling in front of me, ignoring her gentle, soft hands on my leg, the view I had down her dress, and the big-eyed, lip-biting looks she occasionally gave me as she looked back up at me.
Finally, I noticed she was done with the bandage, and was just absent-mindedly massaging my leg, her hand getting ever closer to the semi-erect bulge in my shorts. “I’m really sorry,” she said, “I hope you weren’t hurt too much because of me…”
I swallowed, unable to look away from her now, “It’s alright,” I said, “I’m feeling a lot better already.”
The nurse licked her lips and suddenly her hand moved from my leg to my crotch, caressing the bulge in my shorts that instantly pushed back and enlarged even further. “Do you want me to make it up to you?” she asked.
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