[A real-life example of my girlfriend's car accident]

Ever since my girlfriend went to a foot massage parlor with me wearing a short skirt without underwear and had her genitals played with by a male masseur, she's become

much

conservative. Every time she goes to work, she goes without underwear under her skirts. Unfortunately, company policy requires wearing stockings under skirts, so she wears stockings under her skirts every day. But that's still exciting and thought-provoking enough.

So I think women also have a certain subconscious exhibitionist desire; it's

just .

Of course, if we go shopping or do any activities like dancing or karaoke

, I'll ask her not to wear anything underneath, and she'll readily agree. She goes out with me without

anything , so accidental exposure happens frequently. I'll write about

these exposure incidents later.

This time, I want to talk about an accident, an accident that caused my girlfriend and me great pain: she was in

a car accident on her way home from work.

Here's what happened: My girlfriend got off work that day. She could have taken the bus directly to her apartment, but she

wanted to go to the supermarket to buy some vegetables to cook for us at home. We usually eat separately at our company cafeterias before

going home. To show her care for me, she often cooks some of her specialties or

makes soup for me when she's in a good mood.

As she was crossing the street, a car accident occurred. A taxi grazed her, knocking her to the ground. She landed

on her buttocks and rolled forward several meters, tearing her stockings instantly and scraping one side of her buttocks. She lay on

the ground , unable to get up. Kind passersby helped check her wounds and called an ambulance. My girlfriend was quickly

taken to the hospital for examination.

By the time I arrived at the hospital, the results were in: her thigh near her pelvis was fractured due to

the impact , and her other buttocks had a superficial injury from friction with the ground.

I waited anxiously outside the operating room for over an hour before my girlfriend was wheeled out on a stretcher and admitted to the general

surgery ward. Her eyes were closed, her face was pale, and tears still clung to her eyes. It broke my heart to see her like that.

Upon entering the ward, the nurses and doctors pulled back the blanket covering my girlfriend. I saw that her lower body was naked; her broken

femur had been set and was in a splint and cast. The doctor told me that the fracture was located quite close to the pelvis,

and to prevent poor healing, a metal plate had been used for fixation. It would take about 10 days to remove the plate.

Normally, she could wear a hospital gown after the cast was applied, but because her other buttock was chafed raw and bleeding, it

was disinfected and protected with liquid adhesive tape, so she couldn't wear pants. To prevent infection, she would have to wait a few days until the wound

started to scab over. Because one buttock was in a cast and the other was broken, my girlfriend could only

lie on her side.

After the doctors and nurses left, my girlfriend held my hand tightly, sobbing and crying. It took a long time to comfort her before she slowly

fell asleep.

Only then did I feel a little relieved. But those damned thoughts kept creeping in: when my girlfriend was hit, her stockings

tore. She lay on the ground, and I wondered if the driver who hit her, and the passersby checking her wounds, noticed

she wasn't wearing underwear? And what did the doctors and nurses at the hospital think when they found out she wasn't wearing

underwear under her skirt? What about the doctor who did the X-rays, and the male surgeons who performed the operation? They stared at my girlfriend's

naked bottom for over two hours—did they have any ideas? My penis involuntarily hardened.

I cursed myself for being so stupid and quickly tried to calm myself down by getting water to wash my girlfriend's face and the soiled areas.

The next morning, a middle-aged male doctor came to make his rounds.

He introduced himself as the deputy chief physician of orthopedics, specifically in charge of my girlfriend's case. A nurse next to him immediately flattered him

: "Our Professor Li is the best doctor in the whole hospital. He personally performed surgery on your girlfriend last night. Your

girlfriend is so lucky!" I thought to myself, "Of course, Professor Li, you're lucky too

. He got to see and touch my girlfriend's beautiful little pussy , and now she has to stay in the hospital for a few more days to continue seeing and touching her." But on the surface, I happily said

, "Thank you, Professor Li. It's all thanks to you, otherwise my girlfriend would be in big trouble."

The nurse pulled back the curtain to separate the bed from the other beds, then opened the blanket. Professor Li leaned in and carefully

examined the external injury on my girlfriend's buttocks and the swelling of her broken leg. He said with satisfaction, "She's recovering quickly. I estimate

the metal plate can be removed in a week." Then he prescribed some IV drips and pills for my girlfriend.

This continued for several days, and my girlfriend slowly recovered. Most importantly, I was with her every day, and her

spirits improved day by day. She started to show her playful, cute, and lively side again. I helped her

bathe , cleaned her vulva with warm water, and took care of her bodily needs. My girlfriend clearly felt my love for her, and she was

in a particularly good mood. My girlfriend is a girl with a sensitive body and a strong sex drive. We haven't had sex for so many days, and every time

I wipe her body with warm water, her nipples get hard and erect, and her vulva is obviously congested.

Speaking of her vulva, I have to elaborate a bit. Her vulva is a little different from what I see online: First,

it's full, high and rounded like a big steamed bun; second, she has little pubic hair, only a few strands. Sometimes when we're

in bed, I'll rest my head on her lap and count how many pubic hairs she has; third, her vulva is very special,

with particularly full labia majora that tightly close the labia minora. From the outside, you can only see the labia majora protruding high,

not the labia minora. However, once she's aroused, those lovely labia minora, along with the clitoral glans

, peek out from between the labia majora. When the arousal is strong, the labia minora can even slightly open, revealing

a small slit full of clear, lustful fluid.

This is one of the criteria I use to judge whether my girlfriend is aroused. Another criterion is her breasts. When she's

aroused her breasts become larger than usual, her two small nipples proudly erect, and her entire breasts turn pink.

Every day when I wipe her body, I can feel her arousal when I wipe her breasts and genitals, which arouses my interest in playing with and

exposing her. So every time I bathed her, I would deliberately caress her breasts and genitals a little longer

to arouse . At the same time, I would intentionally leave the curtains slightly ajar for the other patients and their families in the ward

to peek through.

At first, she noticed quickly, saying the curtains weren't closed properly and asking me to close them. Gradually, after I aroused

her , I said I was going to get a basin of hot water, and then I opened the curtains wide to fetch water.

She didn't mention closing them properly again. I was so excited, knowing that the other people in the room could see my girlfriend completely naked.

Lying on the bed, my heart was pounding with excitement, and my penis felt like it was going to explode.

Each time, it was that male doctor who came to see my girlfriend's vagina, and I regularly showed her to the other patients in the ward.

After a few days, I really hoped that Professor Li would bring a group of male interns to observe and learn.

The wound healed quickly, and my girlfriend could wear a hospital gown again. The metal plate was also removed from her body.

The doctor told us that she would need to rest for another month before she could walk, but to save money, she could go home to recover. So

we were discharged and went home to continue treatment for the fracture.

After the steel plate was removed, the plaster cast was still in place. Back home, my girlfriend still had to stay in bed. Not only

that, the doctor also asked us to bring back several weights to immobilize her fractured leg. These weights would then be used to

traction a cloth strip on the broken leg to prevent uneven healing and

the possibility of one leg being longer than the other. These weights had to be worn 24 hours a day for 20 days. So, my girlfriend's life at home

is even more , because she can't move her leg and has to be in traction. She

can't wear underwear because she can't take it off, so at home, she's naked from the waist down, only covered by a thin towel.

It's summer, and the house is quite hot, but we don't dare turn the air conditioning up too high. My girlfriend simply

does . When colleagues and friends come to visit, she just lies down covered by a towel and chats with them. As for me, I'd taken

too many days off, and my supervisor started talking to me, so I had to go back to work. But I was worried about my girlfriend's needs, so

every day at lunchtime I'd get her a boxed lunch and bring it home. I put a basin next to her bed for

diapers, placed my laptop near her, and positioned the TV in front of her bed so she wouldn't be lonely or bored. For

several days, everything went smoothly. I'd cook for her and clean up after work each evening.

A few days later, my dad suddenly appeared. He'd gone to Hong Kong on business and, instead of flying, flew

directly back to the mainland to visit us. After learning about my girlfriend's car accident, he said he had some vacation time and would stay a few days to take care

of her. However, we only have one bedroom and one living room, so my dad slept in the living room.

My dad's arrival made things less hectic. Every day he cooked breakfast, lunch, and

dinner , and promptly disposed of her bodily waste. All I had to do was clean her up when I got home.

My dad's visit was really great.

That afternoon, I was delivering documents to a client. After finishing, I didn't plan to go back to the company and went straight

home .

As soon as I opened the door, I saw my dad coming out of my girlfriend's room, looking a bit off. He told me that

Xiao Ai had diarrhea and had soiled the bed, so he cleaned it. He said, "You're back, you can wash her, I'll go cook.

" I went into the room and saw that my girlfriend was covered with a towel, and there was a basin of water and a

towel under the bed. Pulling back the towel, I saw that her vulva was damp, as if she had just washed herself, and her

breasts were very swollen, with both nipples erect and hard. I gently parted her legs, revealing her

engorged labia, clitoris, and labia minora. Between the labia minora, the vulva was open, glistening with clear, lustful

fluid—a truly swollen and exposed opening.

My girlfriend's face was flushed, and she whispered, "I had diarrhea, and the basin wasn't placed properly, making the bed dirty. My buttocks were covered

in feces. Dad changed the sheets and cleaned me up, but I initially refused, saying he'd wait for you to come back, and he

could..." My initial anger quickly turned to jealousy, followed by a strange thrill:

my dad was washing my girlfriend's vulva. I felt a surge of heat rising from my groin, and I muttered to myself, "

You pervert!"

I knelt down, wrung out the towel, and gently said to my girlfriend, "It was so dirty, how could he wait until I got back? My

dad isn't an outsider; it's nothing for him to clean my darling." As I spoke, I gently wiped her vulva. When my girlfriend

heard that I wasn't angry, she said, "I told Daddy not to help me wash, and that you could wash it when you

get back . He said the sheets would get dirty too.

" I said, "I'm not blaming you, baby. It's nothing. Daddy helped you wash, you didn't lose anything,

and I didn't lose anything. Just think of Daddy as a doctor. Doctors don't have genders with patients, you know. But

why is your little thing open?" I call my girlfriend's vagina "my little baby." My girlfriend blushed

even more and said, "I can't argue with Daddy. He helped me wash...wash..." She couldn't finish her sentence, her face still red.

I said, "So you felt something, baby?" My girlfriend didn't answer. I leaned over and kissed her, saying, "Oh, my baby

is so sensitive, I love it."

My girlfriend hugged my neck and said, "It's all your fault, it's all your fault! You haven't given me any for so long!" I said, "Baby

, your body hasn't fully recovered yet. What if the wound gets crooked and you become lame? I have to wait until you're fully recovered before I can

properly caress you. If you poop tomorrow, Daddy will help you wash again." My girlfriend said she wouldn't do it, she wanted

me to wash her. I said I'd wash her again now. Then I parted her labia and said, "

Wow, the engorgement is amazing! Is this how Daddy washes you?" My girlfriend pushed me away, so I gently inserted another finger

and asked, "Is this how Daddy washes you?" My girlfriend gave a soft "hmm." I inserted it a little deeper and

stirred , asking, "Is this how Daddy washes you?" My girlfriend moaned softly, and a

stream of vaginal fluid flowed from beside my finger as her vagina contracted...

During dinner, neither my father nor I spoke.

The next evening, I came home and went into my girlfriend's room first. Everything seemed normal, as if nothing had happened

. I guessed my girlfriend hadn't had diarrhea that day either...

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