How long did it take for your gf to give you a blow job?

[twowide]

1960's. Conscripted. It's December, and I'm Home on Leave. Christmas Day Dinner, and I'm sat with Dad at the freshly laid table. Suddenly, I double-over in pain, grasping my midriff. Fortunately, Dad has the Works Van parked outside, so he whisks me off to the Hospital. Appendicitus. The Surgeon is called and he arrives, most irate when I point out this is the second time it's happened this month! But the Base Doctor told me to just drink less ! I'm Operated on, immediately, waking on a Ward just as an "elderly stroke patient" is wheeled into the bed oppisite. Next morning, I rouse in time to see a procession of Doctors and Nurses arrive to tend him. One of the Nurses is a Petite Blonde. She seems very busy, dealing with the contents of his bedside locker. She squats on her heels, legs wide as she swivells and glances in my direction. Black Nylons and Suspenders. She stands, back towards me, hoisting her mini-skirt and bending forwards to reveal the bands of frilly lacing on her matching briefs. For the next half hour she casually repeats the squatting, standing, bending manoeuvres, untill, suddenly, they all depart. That evening she arrives at my bedside. Folding back the sheets, I unfasten my Pyjamas, so's she can examine the wound. Legs astride, her dress parts as she fingers her mons. I feel her hot breath around my freshly shaven tackle as she leans over. Still semi-sedated, I'm only half-hard as she tongues my bell-end. I pull her dress open, grasping her bra-enclosed tits. She strokes my now rampant cock, her tongue raking my swolen purple helmet as she nods in time with her vigourously stroked cliterous. Suddenly, a distant bell chimes. She rises, gathering her floating dress as she flees ! When I got home, I sent them a Bunch of Flowers. But I never saw her again !