Diana nodded and her stroked reached the crease between legs and body.
“That’s nice, dear, but could you go a teensy bit higher?”
Diana and Ellie exchanged a look and nodded to each other, their silent code for agreeing. Diana carried her strokes up such that her fingers brushed through the hair to the outer labia. “Yes! Right there.”
Ellie took the cue and worked strokes up and down the woman’s sides, brushing the side of a firm breast with a thumb. “Ooh, that’s so nice, Ellie.”
Ellie began massaging the torso, around the breasts to the upper chest and then gently stroked downward, over the breasts and lingering on the nipples.
“You girls have no idea how good that feels.”
Diana left the legs entirely and massaged the vulva, pressing, moving in circles. She pressed a finger between the labia and massaged each one of the engorging wet lips. A thumb rubbed the clitoral hood and the nub below it.
Ellie put aside any semblance of a massage and worked on each breast, kneading, rubbing nipples and occasionally pulling on one. She also watched the heart monitor as the beats increased drastically.
Mrs. Abernathy writhed on the bed. Her whole body tensed several times, each one accompanied by a pulsing of the vagina.
When the orgasm faded the girls stroked her body gently until her gasping breath settled back into a steady rhythm.
Ellie patted her arm. “Feel better, Mrs. Abernathy?”
“Much. I…I hope I didn’t ask you to do something that was…”
Diana assured her “Not at all. We’ve come to realize it can be an important part of the healing process. I am afraid, though, that the rest of the staff wouldn’t approve.”
“Don’t worry about me. My lips are sealed. Will you be back again tomorrow?”
“We’ll put you on our schedule.”
They were not real excited about going to Mr. Bolton. They had helped in his room before and found him to be rather difficult. He wasn’t a bad looking fellow – forty-ish, sandy hair, blue eyes, apparently in decent physical condition until his ulcers required surgery and that surgery had also uncovered a gall bladder problem. He was well into recovery and was due to be discharged by the end of the week.
“Good morning, Mr. Bolton.” Diana tried to sound cheery.
“What’s good about it? I’m missing work.”
“Now, Mr. Bolton, you just need to relax. Get those work worries out of your mind.”
Ellie added “I’m sure they would want you back in the office in good shape. In the meantime take your mind off of it.”
“Hmph. They’ve even taken my phone away here.”
“That’s because we know that if you are on the phone all day your ulcers will flare up again. You don’t want that do you?”
He glared at Ellie. “I want out of here.”
“You’re in luck. That’s what we’re here to do – help you get out of here. Now, roll over.”
“What for?”
Diana thought to herself ‘so I can stick a needle in your ass,’ but said out loud “so we can help you relax. It’s our specialty.”
He grumbled, but rolled over. When Diana untied his gown he said “What the hell are you doing now?”
Diana worked her hands over his back. “So I can do this. Now, just be quiet and let us work.”