Thoughtful Nurse

During a surgical procedure to remove the skin tag from my private part, I accidentally exposed my "manhood." Since then, I've noticed quite a few young nurses sneaking glances my way.

Still, none have been as daring as her, showing up at my door in the dead of night.

When I had surgery to remove a skin tag from my private part, I accidentally revealed my "manhood." After that, young nurses around the hospital kept finding excuses to peek in on me. My wife was not pleased and kept bringing it up.

"That's the seventeenth one, Jenson Leager! How long are you going to keep attracting them?" Queenie Zachary slapped me, clearly upset. She was usually strong-willed, but after fifteen years together, I knew how to handle her moods.

"Baby, the way you slap me is just so charming." Despite her resistance, I pulled her close, petting and kissing her. Soon enough, she softened, initiating a kiss.

"Jenson," she murmured, her voice sweet, her eyes misty.

I knew she'd been feeling neglected, so I apologized, "Darling, just wait until I'm discharged tomorrow."

Reality hit her, and her expression turned stormy. "How troublesome you are! You know you're in no shape, yet you still provoke me."

She pushed me away, but I didn't let go, leaning down to kiss her ear. "We can't go all the way, but we can..."

We'd always made an effort to keep things interesting, so when I hinted, she understood, her cheeks pink as she nodded. I glanced down at the IV in my hand. At that moment, the door swung open.

"Ah!" A young nurse, Rachel Chase, nearly dropped her tray. "I'm sorry! It's time to change your dressing."

Queenie glared at Rachel before getting up and heading to the bathroom to freshen up. I knew she went to take care of the problem herself, so I obediently lay down for the dressing change, my expression cold.

We had been affectionate in the early years, but after fifteen years of being suppressed by Queenie, I had no more feelings for her—just enough effort to get some allowance now and then.

I grew up in the countryside and was born to older parents. They pampered me with good food, though the main effect was that I grew up… particularly well-endowed.

After college, I planned to return home to work as an accountant. However, I then met Queenie, who was impressed by my abilities, and soon we were married.

Queenie was a beautiful woman with a slim waist and long legs. She was always open and relaxed with me. I should have been content, but over the years, her dominant attitude, especially in bed, left me wanting something gentler…

As Rachel changed my dressing, her hand accidentally brushed somewhere it shouldn't have, and I immediately lost my train of thought. I looked up at her.

"Jenson, I… I didn't mean to," she stammered, cheeks flushed, her fingers trembling as she held the alcohol swab. Rachel wasn't as striking as Queenie, but her innocence and soft demeanor stirred a man's protective instincts.

"Did I hurt you?" she asked, her misty eyes holding a hint of something else, perhaps affection.

'Does she like me?' I wondered, my heart, dormant for years, suddenly racing.

I said seriously, "I'm fine. Go on."

When she bent over again, I suddenly had a mischievous idea and shifted slightly.

The girl was so startled that her hands trembled.

After she changed the dressing, she glanced at the closed bathroom door and glared at me. "Jenson, you're so naughty." Her look was playful yet innocent, nearly captivating my soul.

When Queenie came out of the bathroom, I was still staring at the doorway.

"What are you looking at?" she asked, her expression darkening.

I shrugged, not feeling particularly guilty. Beauty is meant to be appreciated, after all. However, for the sake of next month's allowance, I pointed to a small pair of tweezers on the floor. "Look, did that nurse drop those?"

Queenie's expression softened slightly, but she ignored the tweezers and poked my forehead. "I'm working late tonight, so I won't be here. Keep your belt on. If I find out you've betrayed me, I'll…" She made a scissor motion with her fingers.

I laughed, coaxing her with a few kisses before sending her off.

Rachel was busy the entire afternoon, but every time she passed by my ward, she cast a shy glance in my direction. Her look was like a cat's paw, scratching at my heart. I thought about her all evening, barely able to sleep.

In the middle of the night, I heard someone come in while I was half-asleep. I got up, squinting toward the doorway. "Who's there?"

A timid voice answered, "Jenson, it's me. I came to look for the tweezers."

"Oh!" I started to reach for the light switch.

"No, don't turn on the light." Rachel suddenly grabbed my arm but accidentally brushed against my private part.

I hissed softly. "Young lady, you touched me this morning and bumped into me now. Are you doing this on purpose?" I imagined her blushing, but I didn't expect her to embrace me suddenly.

"Jenson, I like you. You're being discharged tomorrow. I don't want you to go."

Dazed, I finally snapped back to attention as her hand drifted to the waistband of my pants. "Jenson, how about I check your wound?"