College Skills I Learned

My boyfriend wants to know why I am so experienced at giving expert hand jobs and knowing how to edge a guy close to orgasm, pull back, throttle up and bring him to a sensational finish.

There's a perfectly legitimate reason.

When I was 20 years of age and in college I had trouble with living expenses, especially during my junior and senior years when I was out of the dorms and in a private apartment.

That sent me to the college job board where I spotted an opening at the local community hospital to be on the "hands team."

I wasn't sure what the "hands team" meant but I needed the money, and the ad said the pay was $50 per patient served. I have all 10 fingers, and my hands are manicured and even quite soft.

I applied for the position and was called to the hospital the following day to meet with a female human resources representative. We met for 20 minutes, talked about my good health and social graces.

With my long flowing blond hair, blue eyes and killer body, I think the nursing superintendent saw my potential to connect with male patients.

Then, she asked to see my hands. I figured this would be the case so I had my nails done professionally knowing it might make a difference.

I got the job and was told to report to the hospital the next morning at 7 a.m. I was paired with another young woman, Evelyn, who was a little older and had been on the "hands team" for about six months. She was also pretty and had a beautiful smile and positive attitude. We were given pink scrubs to wear (tops and bottoms) and encouraged to wear socks and tennis shoes.

I still had no idea what our job was, but I was anxious to "serve" as many patients as possible at $50 each.

Evelyn had a list of five patients -- all men -- and their hospital room numbers. We had to carry with us a sign on a four-foot standing post that said, "Sponge Bath." On one side there was a thumb's up above the Sponge Bath lettering. On the other side, there was a thumbs down sign.

This was all happening very fast, and Evelyn knew the drill and I was at this stage still a little clueless.

Evelyn could tell I was foggy on my first day, and she patted me on the arm and said, "Just follow the pro and you will be fine. By the end of the week, you will be a master."

She saw I had the signpost, so Evelyn tucked the list of patients into her scrubs pants pocket and led the way to our first patient of the day. She carried a canvas bag with the hospital logo on it. I did not know if it contained medicine, scalpels, bandages, or what was in that bag.

My partner in crime greeted the first male patient warmly and told him we would be in and out in 30 minutes with his cooperation. She told me to post the "Sponge Bath" sign with the thumbs up and to pull the curtain around the patient's bed.

Evelyn pulled back the sheet and helped the young man who might be in his late 20's with his pajamas.

What? She tugged on the pants and brought them down and unbuttoned his pajama tops and took them off. The guy was very athletic and in great shape, other than his surgery bandages. Evelyn placed a small towel across his privates.

I could tell he had bandages around one of his legs and was immobile. His chart said he had been in the hospital two days after surgery and was due to be discharged later in the day. Our studly patient was a little excited with two younger girls undressing him.

My partner asked me to unpack the hospital bag. There was a basin for soapy water, cleaning soap, sponges, and towels. I had a sense from the sign and the materials in hand that we were going to offer this lucky guy a sponge bath.

He was fully nude under that tiny towel and seemed to be feeling okay with pain meds for his healing injury.

Evelyn left me alone with our patient while she filled the basin with warm water. He asked me my name and how I was doing today. I asked him about his surgery, and he explained his situation. He was very happy to be on the discharge list today.

I followed Evelyn's lead and she started with his left foot, so I gently washed his right foot. He moved up his ankles and calves, so I followed suit. She then lathered up the sponge and went right for his flaccid cock lying to one side and his ample balls. I moved my sponge to the right of her sponge and together we carefully washed his privates. Like any healthy man would, he began to lengthen and saw no way to protest Evelyn's ambitious efforts.

Evelyn could read this guy well and tell he was game for an orgasm. I found their foreplay and the act of jerking this handsome guy off to be thrilling. When I put the sponge aside and used my long-manicured fingers with painted nails, I felt the sexual tension rise as well as his sizeable dick.

He exploded three spurts into one of the sponges and Evelyn praised him mightily for his performance.

We finished his sponge bath, rinsed him off thoroughly and dried him with the towels. He was so relieved and happy. One of the happiest people I have seen in a hospital bed.

In a span of 30 minutes, we had given this Adonis a bath and were on to our next patient. Now that the curtain was up on our actual "hands team" job, Evelyn filled me in more as we moved to the next floor.

At our next stop, we bathed a man 45 years of age who was recently divorced and he knew Evelyn from other visits. He was erect and ready to go with the soap when we brought his pajama pants down.

Again, the sign said "Sponge Bath" thumbs up. I learned this was to alert the female physicians and nurses on the floor the "hands team" was administering a hand job to the male patient in his room. If they wanted to be a "lady voyeur," we welcomed it.

Some of the nurses watching would pull out their cell phones and capture those hard and throbbing cocks just at the right time.

Our third stop was a 19-year-old wrestler who had his appendix out and he was in overnight for observation. He was the best male eye candy of the day and a real treat to see his eight-inch cock and full balls milked in the soapy warm bath.

This was my first experience where one of the randy nurses looked in on the patient while we were there. She stopped in right when our high school wrestling star got naked. She took advantage by taking his temperature via his anus and giving Evelyn and me a full view of not only his ass but his hanging cock and balls.

The devious nurse also had me capture a photo of the grappler in that awkward but revealing position.

The Sponge Bath" thumbs down sign was in place for patient number four, who had been in a bad car wreck and was too ill to be jerked off. Now, I see why we have both options. He still needed a modest bath and cleanup. Evelyn and I took great care to clean him and make him as comfortable as possible.

I was paid $250 for five sponge baths on day one, and I was assigned to Evelyn every Monday-Wednesday-Friday from 7 a.m. to 10 a.m. Quick and efficient money to let our "hands team" do our business.

I chuckled to myself, "Me, I'm a master alright -- a master-bator."

The female doctors and nurses envied us for getting to handle the healthier male patients and have them cum for us. We had so many repeat customers and requests for our "hands-on" services.

I "hand-led" so many cocks over a two-year period. I even stayed in the college town the summer between my junior and senior years to make more money and to hone my handsy skills.

I was also surprised that the male residents and physicians on staff would request Evelyn and me to help them relax during long days and before extensive surgeries they would perform.

My dating life was very healthy, and I made thousands of dollars at the hospital while still going to classes and earning my business degree.

One thing I learned is that all men -- single, divorced, married and even gay -- enjoyed our "hands team" services, and not one of them complained or minded if the females on staff wanted to watch them get their rocks off.

My husband one day will be the ultimate beneficiary of these learned skills.