Back in 82 or 83 I had a girlfriend who spent a night in hospital for observation. I went to visit her and sitting next to the bed I slid my hand under the blanket and was caressing her leg and just chatting. Soon her legs were parted and I was touching and teasing her pussy. She was quite nervous and was in the middle of an orgasm when the bell went for the end of visiting time. I was still sitting with her with a stupid look on my face when the nurse popped in, stuck a thermometer under her tongue, wrapped the blood pressure thingy around her arm and took her pulse. I will remember her words until the day I die. She looked at both of us, smiled and said, “I think I will come back a little later when things are back to normal.” My girlfriend was mortified and turned redder than she was after her orgasm and I was glad I had a long bike ride home to cool me down! Ah, those were the days.