After a serious car accident that required surgery, i spent almost 2 months in hospital. It was 1967, the year of Expo 67 in Montreal. Mini skirts were the fashion of the day, and as it carried over to the nurse's uniforms, those gorgeous angels that took care of me were true eye candy to me. I was only 16, very sexually charged and añoso very shy. There was one nurse in particular that stimulated me more than I could ever describe. She was charged with giving me a sponge bath more often than the other nurses. Though I tried not to, I would get aroused even before she got to the obvious evidence of my excitement.
As soon as she was done, with me red faced with shy embarrassment, I'd masturbate to relieve that over powering sexual tension. On one occasion, she came back into my room so quietly that I did not hear her. When I realized she was there, I stopped, stuttering some silly remark to her about being itchy... ...in her professional manner, she smiled and just said its quite alright, all boys do it - it's normal.
I believe that that experience was the seminal point at which my medfet feelings first started.
I masturbated several times a day from then on until released. I finally got the courage to masturbate just prior to her coming in to bathe me. Having the evidence still on me and on the sheets, made me feel extra stimulated. My feelings became more pronounced after she remarked about how much I 'needed' to be cleaned up.
About 2 weeks before being released from hospital, she was working double shifts. I masturbated morning, noon, and night. Noticing my activity, that beautiful angel gave me a second 'bath' on each of the days she worked the extra shifts.
I was amazed that she always did her job professionally. But at least she always commented on my being a 'good boy' for her. ...she knew that it was she that turned me on so much.
...those were the days...