Oh Christ.

"Stand up,” she said, still on her knees and looking up at me. "Let's free you up, here."

There wasn't anything else to do. I stood, thankful for the first time in my life for my average five inches now being pulled down by the weight of the wires. She was tugging again, and when she pulled aside one leg of my shorts to take a peek, her eyes widened just slightly, a small smile creeping over her face.

"Ah." She slipped her small, soft hand up my thigh. "I see the problem."

She was seeing it all right-touching it, too. In no great hurry, her fingers grazed my balls as she untangled the wires, handling my stiffening cock gently as she unwrapped me. I grew in her hands, although I tried to will my erection away. We all know how well that worked-can't make it happen, can't make it unhappen. Her hand felt fantastic, though, and the way she peered up my shorts, all interested in how things were wrapped up in there, was making my cock literally throb.

"There." She slid her hands down and put them on her knees, looking up at me again. I couldn't help but stare at her pink little mouth and wonder what it would feel like wrapped around my cock. "I think we're all ready."

"Yep.” I was ready all right. But not for sleep!

"Now that we have you hooked up, you can lie down over here." She pointed to the twin bed pushed against the wall. At least I didn't have to sleep on the metal table!

"I'll turn the lights off. Just like home. Make yourself comfortable."

"Will you read me a bedtime story?" I joked, sitting on the edge of the bed. It was actually quite comfortable, much more so than regular hospital beds I'd been in.

"Rip Van Winkle?" she teased as I situated myself under the sheet.