Hernias suck. And hernia repair surgery ain't no picnic. But when I went in for that same surgery 2 days ago, I had an experience that more than offset the pain and inconvenience.

I was in the pre-surgery prep room, naked but for my paper gown and lying on a gurney. I had my IV, I'd signed all the papers, and had even talked to the surgeon and anesthesiologist. They were all at the top of their game, and I was way ahead of schedule.

A nurse approached and pulled the curtain closed behind her. "My name is Mihaela," she said with a big smile and a thick Romanian accent. I was immediately smitten.

She looked to be in her mid-to-late twenties, and despite her scrubs, I could see she had a nice body with small breasts. I love small breasts! It was easy to imagine little nubs poking through her top where her nipples would be, but that was my imagination. Her eyes were alluring, flirty, and sexy. She was wearing two hairnets, one on top of her head and the other collecting her long reddish-brown hair just below her neck, keeping order.

"Mihaela's a beautiful name," I said. "I haven't heard it before." She laughed. God, what a sexy laugh she had!

In her lovely accent, she replied, "In Romania, is very common. The women are all named Mihaela, and the men are all named George." More laughter. "But in America, there are none. Here, everyone's Michaela. I love it when people like my name. I am more special here!" She said that last sentence with a cute little lilt in her voice.

She was becoming more special by the minute with her smile, laugh, and flirty manner. She was a joy to have by me and definitely relieved any anxiety I had about the procedure.

As she moved around my gurney, she'd lightly touch my leg, arm, or shoulder. "Ok, I'm going to need to shave your belly. Is that ok?" Her hand alighted on my arm as she said this. It was warm.

"Of course, I'm completely in your hands and at your mercy, Mihaela." I liked saying her name, and she seemed to like it too. She smiled.

Mihaela leaned over me to reroute my IV tube out of her way. Her breasts were just out of reach of my mouth, and I wanted so much to stick my tongue out. Of course, in my fantasy mind, placing her chest so close was deliberate on her part. My fantasy mind was also convinced she was not wearing a bra.

Next, she pulled my gown up to expose my stomach, then asked me to hold it in place while she moved to the foot of the bed to pull the blanket down.

Now, I'm 6 feet tall and had slid down the bed a bit so my feet dangled off the end. As she leaned forward, my feet were on her hips. I felt I should pull them away, but really didn't have the means or desire to, for that matter. As she leaned forward, she shifted to her left a bit, and my foot slipped from her thigh and between her legs, my toes pushed into her crotch. "Oh shit! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that!"

She blushed. "No, it was my fault." Then her expression changed, and she seemed to relax. "It's okay, really. I just need to reach a little farther." She leaned forward, and as she stretched, damn if she didn't double down and actually press onto my foot to increase the pressure of my toe against her sex! I could feel her heat, even through those throwaway socks they give you.

I heard a little moan escape her as she ground lightly against me. I pushed my toe up, and she looked at me with a little smirk, locking eyes as I tried to stimulate her clit.

"Keep going, just like that," she said quietly, so I could barely hear her. I kept going.

As I massaged her with my foot through her scrubs, her breathing quickened, and she placed her hands on my thighs as she made sure I was hitting the right places.

"Oh fuck, Mister James, you're going to make me cum!" she whispered.

I continued playing with her as she rode my foot, gyrating her pelvis back and forth with increasing urgency. I so wanted to play with her nipples!

Suddenly, her breathing really sped up. I was afraid she was going to hyperventilate. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuuucckkk!" she said, as quietly as she could. Then she came, riding out the surprisingly intense orgasm. After the waves of pleasure subsided, she relaxed and allowed her full weight on my thighs. "Oh God, I can't believe I just did that!" I just smiled at her.

She checked the clock. "Well, thank you, Mister James! I'd better get you shaved. At least we still have plenty of time before your surgery."

She stepped to my side. Pulling the blanket down to expose my belly and stopping just before revealing my penis, she picked up the small electric razor and mowed my belly in long draws from side to side, starting just below my ribs down to just above the line of pubic hair at my waist. Then she smiled.

"I think the doctor may need me to trim a little bit more." She pulled the blanket down, and my cock popped out. I was sporting some serious wood at this point. With her left hand, she held my cock up and away from my body as she trimmed the hair down to and around the base. Then she held the vibrating shaver against the head, and I groaned.

"Everything okay in there, Mihaela?" said a matronly voice from the other side of the curtain. I froze. Mihaela gave me another smirk, and staring straight into my eyes, replied, "Oh yes. I'm just getting Mister James all ready."

She put the razor down and unbuttoned her top to expose her beautiful little tits. Turns out, she wasn't wearing a bra—she didn't need one—and leaned forward to take my cock in her mouth.

Now it was my turn to moan. I raised my left hand and caressed, then tweaked her nipples. She responded and took me deeper into her mouth. This was so fucking hot and unexpected, I knew I wouldn't last long, which was probably a good thing.

As she sucked me and tried to take me deeper, I continued to play with her nipples. And she continued to moan. I would have loved to make her cum again, but my own release was imminent.

"Oh Mihaela, you're going to make me cum!" At this point, that was apparent. Almost as soon as the words left my mouth, I erupted, sending copious amounts of cum deep into her mouth. She sucked as if her life depended on it.

When I was empty, she pulled my gown down and the blanket up, then leaned in close to my face, smiled, and opened her mouth to show me what a good girl she was, then swallowed the lot of it. Next, she gave me the most passionate kiss, allowing me to taste my own cum on her tongue. Finally, she buttoned up her blouse, straightened her hairnets, and left.

I had the sweetest dreams during surgery. Sadly, Mihaela didn't work on recovery, and I never saw her again.