[Lucky_doug]

Everyone loves to go skiing, well a lot of people do, some who perhaps are not so well coordinated should steer clear of this pastime as it is prone to accidents.

Such an incident happened to one of my friends when we went on a weekend trip to the Massive Central, a skiing region in the south-west of France.

The weather was great, cold and crisp and sunny, ideal skiing conditions and the four of us were quite adept skiers, able to take on most levels of slopes available, Graeme was probably the best amongst us, and as luck or providence would have it the one who ended up injuring himself. On top of that, the fall and injury ended up being quite severe which is unusual these days with the high tech equipment and quick-release bindings that are supplied with the skis.

Anyway he ended up with a compound fracture in his left leg which required surgery to fix and reset the bones with a titanium pin and splint. After he recovered he was quite proud that he had such a hi-tech in-plant in his leg which he claimed somehow made him half an android, (Haha).

So I decided to visit him on the second day after his operation to try and raise his morale and perk his spirits up as he felt a little down and embarrassed being that he’d had the accident and was supposed to be the better skier and all.

That’s why I found myself in the hospital, a sprawling institution with about 800 beds on ten floors.
I approached the reception to find where Graeme was and how to get to his room.

The reception was ‘manned’ by three attractive women, I walked up to the one in the middle who at that moment was looking down into a book or file. In this position she was displaying a fair amount of cleavage. I took advantage of her disposition and grabbed a quick look down her blouse. Wow, what I saw was a pretty pink lacy bra encasing her beautiful titties and an expanse of titty flesh.

Well things were looking up!

Following the directions she gave me I made my way to the lift lobby to head up to the 7th floor.

It was mid-morning and the hospital wasn’t really busy yet with visitors. Only two other people got in. One got off at the next floor. At the second floor an attractive woman got in, I saw she was a doctor as she had a stethoscope around her neck, a white coat and a name badge over her right titty. Dr. Sharon Wilson. “Well Dr Wilson you are indeed, a sight to raise anyone’s mood”, I thought. I gave her a friendly smile and then turned my attention to my phone.

I was looking at my phone, going through the pictures that I had taken on our ski trip to show Graeme, when all of a sudden the flash went off. I hadn’t been playing with the camera but it’s funny how something like that can happen, a little embarrassing and then you end up seeing the serendipity of it all.

I apologised to everyone in the elevator for the sudden flash and thought nothing of it.

When I got off the elevator at the seventh floor I quickly checked my camera to see if it had captured anything or whether I should just ‘bin’ the blurred image that would undoubtedly be there if a picture had been inadvertently snapped.

To my chagrin and delight it had captured an image and the image, as it happened, was sharply in focus. What had the camera snapped?

When I oriented the picture to an angle I could recognise I realised I was looking up a skirt and there were her legs encased in navy blue stockings, her bare leg above the stocking tops was visible and her white lacy panties. Wow. I couldn’t have got a better shot if I’d tried.

The floor in the elevator was obviously shiny enough to reflect the flash upwards and catch whatever was visible and accessible, and it certainly had. Well Dr Sharon Wilson you just made my day with your sexy legs, stockings and alluring lacy panties.

It was with these thoughts in mind that I walked into Graeme’s room with a broad grin plastered across my face.
Well, I was pleased to see Graeme, though still in some pain from the operation he was in reasonable spirits. We made small talk and I showed him the pictures from our ski trip plus some of them showing the mountain rescue crew taking him down the mountain. But the piece de resistance I left for last.

I tried to build up the tension saying I had something special to show him. I drew proceedings out, made a corny drum roll and then showed him the image trapped on my phone. He was shocked and asked when and how I had got it.

“You’re not going to believe this but I ‘took’ it only 20 minutes ago.” And where did I get it? Coming up in the elevator!

“You’re sh*tting me.”

“It’s the truth, trust me,”

“Who was she?” He asked. “Oh some really great looking doctor, a Dr. Wilson, Sharon Wilson.”

“No, you’re messing with me, she was my surgeon!”

“Really?” Well you had a real babe fix you up. I should be so lucky.”

And then retracted that statement. “No I’ll rephrase that, I should be so lucky to be able to meet her on social occasions not here, unless I am snapping an upskirt of her!”

“Could you send me a copy of that, I’d love to have it. You never know when it could come in handy.”
“Sure, I’ll send it to you. No problem.”

We continued to talk when a nurse came in to check on Graeme.
She was a looker, too. “Are all the women who work here babes?” I uttered, a little too loudly, so she heard and blushed, but didn’t say anything.

She buffed up his pillow, took a note of his vitals from the monitor and asked what his pain level was like and whether he required any pain medication.

Graeme declined the offer, but jokingly asked the nurse, her name was Christine, if she’d mind giving him a bed bath as he felt a little sweaty or sticky.

She made a comment that he was a ‘naughty’ boy and must have been playing with himself if he was sticky.
“Well, nurse I would not have to if you would come and play with me.”

Tut, tut Graeme, be good and you may just get a surprise later.”

Well the friendly banter continued in this frame as she busied herself around him. She then tried to raise the level of the bed. There was supposed to a remote to do this but for some reason it wasn’t responding. She bent down to see if something was stopping it. She saw that the corner of Graeme’s blanket had caught in the mechanism.

At this point she squatted down to get a better purchase on the offending material.

What I saw when she was in this position were her legs parted far enough for me to see what was up her tunic, and she too was wearing stockings, this time black and light pink panties covering her delectable pussy.

Wow, the stars must be in some special alignment, maybe I should buy a raffle ticket!

She realised she was incapable of releasing the blanket on her own so she went to look for additional assistance.
Christine returned a few minutes later with another very attractive nurse, a brunette, lean and slender but taller than she was, her name tag said Abby.

Wow, this hospital was obviously blessed with no end of talent. I thought
They both squatted down this time to try and loosen the blanket from the mechanism.

Their efforts finally paid off but not before their exertions had caused both to spread their legs so I got to see Christine’s pink panties gain and Abby’s pale blue thong, which was having a hard time covering her modesty and the quite delicious charms that lay between her legs.

It hadn’t been easy for them to release the blanket but as a result I had been gifted with the such a tremendous view they provided and for at least a minute or two!

I didn’t want to tell Graeme what I had just witnessed as I didn’t want to make him feel bad as he had missed out on it, and in any case there was that ‘promise’ that Christine had made to him earlier.

However, you can guess the first thing I did when I left. I headed straight to the nearest newsagent to buy a ticket in that night’s Powerball!

Oh, well I didn’t win anything but I was certainly blessed with some astonishing visual memories.