Caring for You when You are Sick

 

You have been sick. It isn’t anything that is too contagious, but you feel achy and tired. with a low fever, and you just don’t feel well. 

Later in the day you feel worse so you call me because I’m your neighbor and used to be a caregiver, and you want to know if you should see a doctor.

I come on over, bringing my medical kit, and I check your vitals.

I first use a touchless thermometer but I also put a traditional one in your mouth. I put a pressure cuff on your arm and a pulse meter on your finger. I use a stethoscope and listen to your lungs and heart. 

After a few minutes, I take a note pad and write down the results.

“My sweet, at this time,” I show you that I wrote down the current time, “here are what your vitals are. Your bp is 120/80. your pulse is 92 bpm, your temp, according to your mouth is 38.6 and the forehead one was 38.0, so either way you have a fever. I don’t hear any congestion in your lungs. I think you just have a bad cold.”

I go to the kitchen for a few minutes, and then come back with a glass of juice, and some Tylenol. “Here, take these, and rest. I will stay here for a while and monitor you. If anything serious develops we’ll take you to the hospital.”

You try to tell me something, but you feel tired and I pull a blanket up to your chin. You drift off to sleep.

When you wake up, you smell the scent of food cooking.

You are sweating, and thirsty. You see a bottle of water on the stand next to your bed. You take a sip. It feels cool in your mouth as you slowly drink.

“Oh, you’re awake.” I say, as I walk in the room. “Let me check your vitals. You have been asleep for hours.” I notice that you have been sweating, and see the water bottle in your hand. “I guess I will just use the touchless thermometer. The cool water might give me a false reading from your mouth.” I say as I grab my kit and start laying things out.

Once again, the cuff, and the pulse meter. I make some notes on the pad.

“That’s better, your pressure is still in the normal range 118/80, and your pulse slowed down a bit 72 bpm, but the best news is that your temp is now down to 37.1. I made you some of my homemade chicken soup with vegetables. Would you like a bowl?”

You nod and I go to the kitchen. You notice that your t-shirt is wet with sweat, so you pull it off and throw it at your clothes hamper.

You lie back and pull the blanket up over your breasts.

I return with a mug of soup in one hand and a small plate of crackers in the other. “Is there anything else you need?” I ask.

As I hand you the mug, you sit up, and the blanket falls away.

“Oh, you pulled off your shirt, do you need a new one?” I ask as I hand you the crackers. “Where do you keep your t-shirts? Or do you want a bra instead?” I ask.

You see me looking at your nipples.

The way I look at them seems to excite you because your nipples harden.

“Your sweat must be chilling you down. Do you want a towel too?” I ask, finally pulling my eyes away from your chest.

“Why aren’t you looking at my eyes?” you ask.

I turn and look directly into your eyes. “Is this better?” I say with a grin. “You have nice breasts, but don’t you want to cover up and keep warm?” I ask. “I would hate for you to spill hot soup on such beautiful breasts.” I say in a more playful tone.

You finally tell me “A shirt would be too warm. A bra would be uncomfortable right now. Just grab me a towel from the bathroom.”

I grab a hand towel and a body towel. I take the soup mug from you as you place the hand towel over your chest. The other towel you lay on your lap. Then I hand you back the soup.

You take a few spoonfuls. “Mmmm This is really good.” You tell me.

“It’s cut up chicken breast, with a variety of vegetables. That way you get protein and vitamins.”

“I know another source of protein.” You try to say in a seductive way, but because you are still sick your voice sounds playful instead of sexy.

You pat an empty spot on the bed. “Sit down.”

I sit, and look at your lovely face.

“I appreciate all that you have done. I’m feeling better. I’d like to do something for you.” You say and then eat some more soup.

“I don’t really need anything. You were sick, and I could help. That’s all there is to it.”

As I say that you tip your head back and gulp a mouthful of broth. The towel on your chest slips down. I grab it and hold it against you. My hand feels warm on your skin.

You set the mug down. “You keep covering my tits. Don’t you like them?” 

“You have lovely breasts. If I was your lover, I would enjoy caressing and kissing them.” I respond. 

You grab both my hands. “Show me. If you like my tits so much, then show me how much.” placing one hand on each.

I slowly caress each one. My hands are warm and my fingers have a slightly rough texture. Slowly I caress and roll each nipple with my fingertips.

It feels so good. I bring my face down to your right breast. I slowly lick around your nipple. My fingers continue to roll your left one.

My mouth slowly sucks your right one. You feel the warm suction of my mouth. As I suck harder, my fingers pinch your left one.

You really enjoy the feeling of this and you reach down and undo my pants. I suck your nipple harder.

Reaching into my pants and grabbing my hardening dick, you say, “I want to suck you too.” You push me flat on the bed. Freeing my cock, you slowly kiss the tip. Your lips are soft on it. The tip feels spongy as you kiss then lick it.

Licking around and then up and down the shaft. You grab me firmly. “I want you to eat my pussy.” “Yes, please.” I say.

Throwing aside the blanket I see you are only wearing panties.

You feel horny. Stripping off your damp panties, you straddle my head.

You slowly lower yourself and rub your pussy lips on my mouth. I stick out my tongue and lick your wet pussy. You move back and forth against my mouth.

Your breasts rub against my stomach as you lean forward and suck my hard cock again. Grabbing the base of the shaft, you take me deeper into your mouth. It feels so good. I grab your hips and try to suck your clit.

You angle your hips and hump my mouth. It’s like you are trying to fuck my mouth with your clit.

As you take my cock deep, you feel the tip go in your throat, the shaft pressing down your tongue.

You taste my pre-cum and you grind your pussy against my mouth.

“I’m going to cum on your mouth, but don’t you cum yet.” You say, in a breathless pant. You are sweating again; you feel pleasure building as I suck your clit. My face is covered with your juices as you moan and squeeze my cock.

You get off of me and get on your hands and knees.

“Get behind me and fuck me doggie.” You command. I do as you say, grabbing your hips and sliding my slick hard cock into you.

I work it in and out. Deeper with each thrust. It feels so good.

Your head down, your nipples rubbing against the sheets.

I grip your hips and fuck you harder. Your skin is damp with sweat.

Reaching down, you rub your clit. I’m breathing harder. “I’m going to cum.” You rub your clit harder and feel my cock pull out. I’m rubbing it along your ass crack.

I stop. You feel my cock pulsing and my cum on your ass cheeks. It feels different. You rub your clit harder until you cum too. 

We are both sweating. “Shall we shower, and clean up? You are obviously feeling better.”

You nod and smile contentedly as we get up and shower together.

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