The author allows neither voting nor comment, so I'll use this channel to speak of a nice story.
I've had heart attacks, without especially erotic nursing. This wasn't the case, however, when I had a mysterious fever in the seventies, and this story reminded me of it. These were days of ever-decreasing miniskirts, and my primary nurse was a devotee of them. When she changed the bed, not usually RN duty but perhaps because I was in isolation, she'd put me in the recliner, and then bend over in front.
At first, I thought it was teasing, but the nurse turned out to know one of my visitors -- and learned that my then-wife and I were swingers. With that, while she didn't break isolation, she did encourage me to explode while watching her, my health coming back.
Anyway, Falcon29, thanks for the memory.