It had been a terrible accident. I’d been coming home from a trip up north to Bakersfield and was just north of Lebec when it happened.

This stretch of Interstate 5 is known as The Grapevine and is infamous for really bad motor vehicle accidents. This one would prove to be one that I’d remember for the rest of my life. Not for what happened in the accident, but for what happened after...

It had been a very long day and I was tired. Probably too tired to be driving, but I wanted to get home and have the weekend to lay around the house and rest. So I pushed on – it was only another hour until I was pulling up to my driveway in Thousand Oaks.

However, as often happens, a fog had developed on the Grapevine and seeing the road was difficult. I had seen worse and this fog seemed to be lifting a bit, so I didn’t think too much about it. But then, as if by magic, the back end of an eighteen-wheeler appeared in the fog.

I tried to swerve to avoid it, but it was too late. I smashed into the back of the fully-loaded truck at fifty miles an hour. The semi was carrying a small forklift on the back end, something many truckers do to help them load and offload their cargo when needed. I hit the back end of that small forklift and the resulting crash crumpled my small econo-car’s front end like stomping on a soda can.

I guess I was pretty hurt – in fact when the paramedics were finally able to cut my car apart enough to get me out, I was unconscious. They airlifted me to the UCLA Medical Center in Santa Monica about sixty miles away. There they operated on me, trying to put my shattered body back together. After the laborious five-hour operation, I was put in a medically-induced coma while my body worked to recover and begin healing.

I don’t remember much about the crash. The last thing I remember was seeing the back end of the truck for a split second before everything went black. I’m not even 100% sure I saw the truck at all, it happened so fast.

But as I lay there in my hospital bed after the operation, a visitor came by to see me. It was a nurse, but not like any nurse I’d ever seen!

The young blonde wore a scandalously skimpy nurse’s “uniform” – something more akin to what a stripper would wear as a costume. It consisted of a white tie-front cropped top resembling a very sexy lab coat (only a lot less of it!). Under it, she wore a white bra with white lace at the top of the cups which showed through the deep v-neck of the top. The bottom part of her uniform was a tiny white panty with a frilly waistband, which didn’t cover much in the back. She wore white frilly socks which were set off by her red stiletto-heeled platform pumps.

The room had become foggy, much like the road when the accident happened. This provocative mystery nurse came out of the fog like some kind of sexy seductive angel. She walked up to the side of my bed with a flirtatious strut.

“How are you feeling Mr. Graves? That was a very bad accident, you’re a lucky man. But Nurse Hotbaux is here now and I’m going to take real good care of you!” Her words dripped with sexual overtones and the sultry way she spoke made my cock twitch.

She picked up a clipboard with my chart on it and began reading about my accident, the injuries I received and my medical information. “Let’s see ... um hum ... okay that’s good ... yes ... All right, Mr. Graves, I know just what to do to help you feel much better! Is it okay if I call you Kevin? I like to get on a first-name basis with my patients – it makes us friends instead of just a nurse and patient. You can call me Honey.”

“Honey? Honey Hotbaux?” I asked, trying to keep from smirking.

“Yes, and before you go making any wisecracks, I’ve heard them all before. Believe me, growing up with a name like that was no easy feat!” she said.

“I can imagine. No, no wisecracks from me,” I said.

“Good boy. Now, I’m sure that just about everything on you hurts after your accident, so all I’m going to do for the time being is try to relax you a bit. So how can we relax you?” She thought about it for a moment or two until she looked down and saw my growing bulge under the sheet right about crotch level.

“Oh, I see!” She looked at the open room door. “Just a second,” she said, then Honey walked over and closed the door quietly. Turning back to me, she began walking slowly and sensuously, like a cat stalking its prey. As she got closer, she began taking off her top, pulling on the ends of the knot then letting the skimpy garment slide down her shoulders and off her back to fall on the floor behind her. Then she reached up and unfastened the clip holding the front of her bra together. It came apart suddenly, almost explosively, thanks to her very robust tits and her two-sizes-too-small bra.

“Oh, that feels much better!” she said. She reached my bedside. “Do you like my tits, Kevin?” she cooed. She toyed with her nipples, pinching and pulling on them to make them stiffer and harder.

“Yes,” I gulped, not believing what I was witnessing, “They are very nice.”

Honey took my hand and put it on her tit. It was full and firm, sitting high on her chest. But the most amazing thing at that moment was that this hot sexy woman felt real! Up to this point, she had just been talking to me and I thought I must be hallucinating. But now I could feel her. I could feel the warmth, the softness of her body, the hard point of her nipple poking my palm. I could feel the weight of her tit as I cupped it from below. How a woman could carry these things around all day was beyond me. But I was certainly glad they did!

“Mmm ... that feels so nice, Kevin, but her sister feels left out. You think you could give her a little loving too?” Honey asked. I didn’t need any more invitation than that as my other hand covered the neglected tit and made up for lost time with it.

“Ooh, yess...” Honey moaned closing her eyes as I mauled and massaged her creamy white globes. “Oh, Kevin your hands feel so wonderful ... so strong and masculine. But, baby, I’m supposed to be making YOU feel good!”

She turned and took a couple of steps over to a medical tray table and picked up a pair of latex medical gloves. But these were unlike any medical gloves I had ever seen. They were red and extended past her elbows like opera gloves. As she was putting the gloves on, she looked back over her shoulder to see me staring at her tight firm ass. She smiled and began swaying her hips back and forth, enticing me even more.

Then she turned and came up to me. She traced her fingers over the bulge I created, mewling and purring like a kitten with a catnip mouse. She reached under the sheet and wrapped one hand around the stiff member. “Oh, Kevin! Oh, you are so ... hard! We need to relax you, baby!” Honey pulled the sheet down exposing what had caused such a rise in the bedsheet.

“Oh my!” Honey gasped. I was indeed hard and fully erect. Honey subconsciously licked her red lips as she stared at my throbbing cock. She looked back at the medical tray. “Oh no! They didn’t put any KY on your tray. I was going to ... um ... jack you off so that you could rest a little more comfortably but...” Then an idea struck her.

“Kevin, sweetheart, you have such a delicious looking cock there and my job is to get you to relax and feel more comfortable. Would you mind if I ... sucked your cock? Would you mind if I gave you a blowjob?” she asked.

I was dumbstruck. For a nurse to ask such a question was shock enough. But to have this drop-dead gorgeous blonde to ask that was beyond comprehension!

Honey smiled. She took my lack of an answer as permission to go ahead – after all, I hadn’t said no! She climbed up on the bed and positioned herself between my spread legs. Taking my hard cock in her gloved hands, she licked my cock shaft the full length with her warm pink tongue. I shuddered as I felt her tongue and saw those sexy red lips kissing my cock. This was just like one of those porn flicks I liked to watch, only better because it was happening to me!

“Mmm ... I love sucking cock, Kevin. And yours is especially delicious!” she said lustfully. Then Honey took my cock into her mouth and slid down the meaty shaft, her red lips contrasting erotically with the flesh of my cock.

“Ohhh fuck!” I groaned as I felt her take me into her warm embrace. Honey slid down further and further until I felt the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat. Then she began to slowly withdraw me until I was fully out of her mouth but she left her lips in contact with the tip.

“You like that do you?” she said with a naughty grin.

“Fuck yeah!” I said enthusiastically.

Honey went back down on my cock and this time she began bobbing up and down, one hand following her mouth and twisting as it moved up and down. Her other hand massaged my balls, bringing the cum in them to a steady simmer.

“Oh God, Honey ... you keep that up, and I’m gonna cum way too soon for either of us!” I warned.

She popped me out of her mouth. “I can feel how heavy your balls are. You must really need to be drained. When was the last time you had a good cum, sweetie?”