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It Was Just an Innocent Remark - 1
by Countbaycee (countbaycee@yahoo.com)

***

An interesting evening in a hospital room for an old 
fart. (MF, cheat, mast, oral)

***

PART ONE

The occasion was the pre-admission testing for my second 
total knee replacement. I had just spent a pleasant hour 
and a quarter with Stacie. A lovely early to mid 30-
something nurse going over my medical history, 
medications and doing blood and urine testing. 

Stacie is fairly tall, about 5' 8", and nicely shaped, 
as best as I could tell through her nurse's scrubs. She 
has shoulder length black hair, creamy completion and a 
face that, while not drop dead gorgeous, was pleasant 
and appealing. However, her loveliest feature is a pair 
of the brightest hazel green eyes I have ever 
encountered in 66 years. I felt like she was viewing my 
very soul as we talked and I answered her numerous 
questions.

Yep, you read that right; I am a 66 year old, married, 
overweight, retiree with a myriad of medical problems. 
That is why, when I told her as we shook hands and I was 
leaving, "I am not hitting on you but you have the most 
beautiful eyes I have ever seen" it was an innocent 
remark from an old fart to a young beauty.

Fast forward to almost 4 weeks later. It is early 
Wednesday evening and I am in my private room hospital 
bed. Surgery had been the pervious Monday morning. While 
still experiencing some pain; I was at least free of all 
the EKG leads, catheter, knee drain, etc. leaving only 
my IV stent in my left hand. My discharge was scheduled 
for the next day.

I was just finishing up dinner with the head of my bed 
elevated when there was a soft knock on my door. I 
acknowledged the knock with, "Yes?" 

The door opened a crack and I heard, "Mr. Collins, may I 
come in?"

It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the 
backlit figure in the door and I realized it was Stacie!

As she walked into the room and around to the right side 
of my bed; I was treated to a vision of feminine beauty 
and sexuality. Here scrubs had been replaced by a white 
blouse and dark blue above-the-knee skirt, her hair was 
in a pony tail. She looked very desirable, nice without 
being "tarted up."

"I hope I am not interrupting anything," she said as she 
crossed the room, "I was in a meeting here in the 
hospital today. I just got out and I saw on the patient 
list that you were here. I just wanted to come by as 
check up on you." I thought I detected a slight 
nervousness in both her voice and movements as she 
approached my bedside.

"Well, thank you for such a pleasant surprise," I said. 

She asked if I had had visitors today and I told her 
that my wife and family had left as I was eating dinner. 
I was settling in for some TV but I was happy to see her 
and have some company before going to sleep. 

We carried on some small talk for 5 or 10 minutes. The 
entire time I still sensed uneasiness in her mannerism 
and speech. There were quivers in her voice and she 
shifted her weight from side to side as she stood 
talking at my bedside. Finally, at a pause in the 
conversation, I looked into those lovely eyes and said, 
"Stacie, what is the matter? You can tell me."

She broke eye contact, looked down at the floor and 
meekly asked, "Did you mean what you said about my eyes 
the day of your testing?"

I reached out, put my hand under her chin and moved her 
face to where we again had eye contact and said, "Yes, 
Stacie, your eyes are lovely and you are a very, very 
attractive young lady." 

As I was speaking, I saw her eyes begin to well up with 
tears. It broke my heart. I again asked, "What's wrong 
Stacie." 

Just a quick aside; I had no idea in regard to Stacie's 
relationship status. I admire young, beautiful, sexy 
women but I harbor no illusions that I am capable of 
picking one up. Plus, I am happily married although my 
wife and I had lacked intimacy for most of the last 
year; her choice not mine.

So I was surprised when Stacie told me that she had been 
married but had caught her husband cheating on her a few 
weeks before we met. She went on to tell me that I had 
been really was nice to her and my remark about her eyes 
had helped to bring her out of a pretty deep funk. 

Finally, she said she just wanted someone to talk to and 
she remembered me as being warm and friendly so she took 
a chance on me. She also confessed that she hadn't been 
in a meeting but had come to see me after visiting her 
divorce lawyer earlier in the afternoon. 

By now I had scooted to the left side of the bed and had 
Stacie sit down on the right side as she was relating 
her story to me. She finally broke completely into tears 
and leaned over against my chest as I put my arms around 
her and began to comfort her. 

We sat there for about 10 minutes with her softly 
weeping in my arms. I was saddened for her pain but a 
part of me was also enjoying the close contact with this 
lovely young woman. She was soft and warm and the scent 
of her perfume was fantastic. I would not allow myself 
to think about my baser desires in regard to the 
situation. 

A vulnerable person needed my attention and affection. I 
was happy and content to provide Stacie with both. 
However, that was about to change with Stacie initiating 
the action. 

I became aware of two things almost simultaneously. The 
crying had ceased and Stacie's head was no longer 
pressed to my chest. Her face was now next to mine and 
she was planting soft, butterfly kisses on my left 
cheek. 

I was a goner, I took a chance and touching her face 
lightly, I moved her to where we were facing each other. 
Again, she initiated the action as she closed her eyes 
and moved her lips toward mine.

Not to brag but I have always been a great kisser. Over 
my life I have had many, many ladies melt as I worked my 
lips and tongue against theirs. Stacie was no different. 
I could feel her moaning softly as our kiss became more 
and more passionate, wet and probing. Finally, it broke 
and Stacie giggled slightly.

"What?" I questioned. 

"Your mustache tickles, I have never really kissed a man 
with a mustache," she replied. 

I know there are times a man should keep his mouth shut 
and go where the woman leads. This was one of those 
times but, I could not.

I looked into those deep hazel eyes that were filled 
with tears a few minutes ago and saw that they were 
dancing but my conscious dictated that I say something. 

"Stacie, you don't have to do this for me but shouldn't 
we make sure no one walks in on this."

She replied, "First, I am doing this for myself, and 
you. Second, we won't be interrupted, the shift nurse is 
a good friend of mine and she knows my situation. I told 
her you reminded me of my late father and that wanted 
some uninterrupted time to talk with you if you didn't 
object. Oh, and you don't remind me of my father. I am 
not kinky."

With that, words were now truly unnecessary. I brought 
her face to mine and resumed our kissing but now my 
right hand had dropped to cup her left breast. I felt 
her take her breath in sharply as I searched and found 
the nipple and felt it grow, even through the layers of 
her blouse and bra. 

I was now absolutely sure where this was headed and I 
could barely contain my excitement as I started to 
unbutton her prim, white blouse, revealing a very sexy, 
almost see through bra. I kissed down the side of her 
face and nuzzled and kissed the nape of her neck sending 
a shiver over her entire body. I concentrated on kissing 
down toward her two lovely breasts as I ran my right 
hand around her back, reaching for the clasp of her bra 
strap. 

The question was, "Do I still have the moves," I 
thought, as I reached the clasp. The answer was, "I do!" 
as I expertly popped open the clasp with one hand 
freeing two beautiful, shapely breasts to my touch and 
view. 

I move the hand back to her left breast and cupped and 
squeezed it as I moved my mouth toward the nipple of her 
right breast. As I tweaked the nipple of the left; I 
sucked the right into my lips and began to suckle as 
both nipple grew longer and harder under my 
ministrations. 

Stacie's breathing had become harder and her face, neck 
and chest were starting to flush with excitement and 
emotion. She found her voice to say, "Yes, that feels so 
good. Please don't stop." As if I had any intention of 
stopping, I thought to myself. 

As I moved my mouth from her right breast to replace my 
hand and fingers on her left, I let my hand drop to her 
bare thigh just below the hem of her skirt. I slid my 
hand between her lower thighs reveling in the feel of 
her soft skin and anticipating what was about to happen 
next. 

I moved my lips from her luscious nipple and back to her 
mouth for another deep, wet, probing passionate kiss as 
I started to slide my hand up between her legs and under 
her skirt. Again Stacie let out a soft moan into my kiss 
as I traced my hand up her inner thighs. She opened her 
legs also in anticipation of where my hand was headed. 

I broke off the kiss, looked in Stacie's eyes and said, 
"Stacie, I want to watch your breathtakingly beautiful 
eyes as I do this, OK?" 

She nodded her head in agreement but kept her eyes 
locked on mine. By now my hand had reached within about 
an inch of the juncture of her thighs. Those gorgeous 
hazel eyes widened as my finger tip reached the edge of 
her silky panties. 

Not wasting any more time I ran my fingers over that 
narrow band of warm, slightly damp nylon that covered 
what I was sure to be a very lovely young pussy. She 
broke off our eye lock first as I began t saw my fingers 
up and down her panties and the soft, hot furrow 
underneath. She closed her eyes and planted her lips 
firmly on mine for another kiss. 

"Stacie, take your panties off please, so I can feel 
you." I said as the kiss ended. She quickly rucked up 
her skirt and with both hands reached the waist of her 
panties and lifting her butt off the bed briefly slid 
them down her legs and off.

"Give them to me," I directed. She handed me the ball of 
the still warm bikini panties which I immediately 
brought to my nose and deeply inhaled her scent; that of 
soap, perfume and, of course, a woman in heat. The 
mixture of aromas was intoxicating. 

After sitting back down, Stacie's left hand reached 
slightly behind her to start dig through the bedclothes 
and my pajama shorts in search of my shaft. Of course, 
her quest was made easier by the fact that I had been 
fully erect and rock hard for the last few minutes. She 
quickly got her small, soft hand on the bare flesh of my 
cock and began to stroke slowly. She smiled at me as my 
cock throbbed and twitched with my first smell of her 
body from her panties. 

In raising her skirt to take her panties off and in the 
way she was sitting, with her legs apart and slightly 
pointed toward me; I could now clearly see Stacie's 
pussy. Her mons was pronounced and swollen with 
excitement. She had what was left of her dark pubes 
shaved in a small heart just about the top of her slit. 
Her slit itself was a simple straight seam reaching down 
between her thighs. No bubble-gummed, floppy inner lips 
but a pussy the belied her age and, of course, her non-
virginal state. 

Again I looked deeply into Stacie's eyes. She 
instinctively knew what I was going to do next as she 
locked her eyes on mine. Wasting no time I cupped her 
bare pussy in my hand and squeezed slightly. Stacie eyes 
again widened and then took on a misty, sort of far-away 
look in reaction to the feel of my hand on her body's 
bare, sensual center. 

I gently and softly ran my middle finger up and down 
that lovely slit. Again, Stacie's entire bodies quaked 
slightly as we both gently stroked each other's bare 
genitalia. 

Stacie's outer labia were still tightly closed and I 
felt down to the bottom of her slit searching for the 
entrance to her vaginal sheath. I was rewarded with the 
moisture that was starting to flow as her body naturally 
readied itself for the intrusion of its hard, hot male 
counterpart. I just barely dipped the tip of my finger 
into the damp recess and brought out enough moisture for 
lubrication as I opened the entire length of her pussy 
slit with my finger.

With the first contact of my finger on her clit; Stacie 
again broke eye contact and planted her lips again on 
mine. I decided I wanted to give her the first of what I 
hoped would be multiple orgasms using only my fingers. I 
skillfully manipulated her love button, occasionally 
running my finger down the length of her slit to re-wet 
with her flowing lube. 

I could tell her excitement level was increasing as her 
kiss became more intense and her hips began to 
involuntarily move. Replacing my finger with my thumb on 
her clit, I move my middle finger down to the entrance 
of her vagina and slowly begin to push it into her hot, 
wet depth. 

Her sheath clasped onto my finger as I explored the 
tight, hot, sticky, wet interior. I started using my 
thumb to rhythmically manipulate her clit as I began to 
slowly and gently finger fuck this feminine treasure. 

Stacie was quickly approaching orgasm but I had one more 
trick to put her over the top. Feeling along the top of 
her vagina I located the mass of tissue that was her G 
spot. I began to rhythmically massage both her clit and 
G spot together. 

I believe Stacie was primed and ready for an orgasm 
before she even entered my room. It was a good thing 
that our lips were locked in a kiss as moans got louder, 
then became a muffled squeal as her orgasm took control 
of her body and being. She quaked and shook, her hips 
thrust up against my fingers, her juices flowed out 
around the finger that was firmly clamped in her tight 
pussy.

As her orgasm subsided; Stacie melted against my chest. 
Knowing that her pussy was now probably sensitive to the 
point of a touch being painful; I reluctantly pulled my 
finger from her now open, swollen and wet furrow. I 
brought the finger that was just in Stacie's pussy up to 
my face and sniffed and then tasted her juices. 

"This is definitely eating pussy," I thought to myself 
but I wondered if we could pull it off despite my being 
confined to a hospital bed. 

To be continued...

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with 
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't 
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a 
trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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