Good god, did I ever crave having a glass of red wine!
But for over a week we’ve been having frigid temperatures and freezing rain, and the streets and sidewalks resembled a skating rink. Therefore I didn’t dare to venture out of the house. I had plenty of food at home and I am sure it would have carried me over for at least another week or so.
But after four long days without any wine I couldn’t take it any more. So Friday afternoon I just had to go
to the grocery store. I was super cautious and walked on the dangerously icy surface as if I walked on thin-shelled eggs. All went well until I arrived at home.
Just as I climbed up the front steps, I slipped and started falling backwards. I know, I should have dropped my shopping bag and grabbed onto the railing, preventing me from falling. But I was too concerned about breaking the three bottles of Beaujolais . I went down with a bang and landed on my coccyx and my right elbow. Pain! Pain, excruciating pain! I let out an agonizing scream and just lay there, unable to move. And my precious bottles of wine were broken too and leaking all over the ground. Damn it!
My ass and face started freezing within minutes and I tried to get up, but couldn’t. I knew I needed to get out of the cold as quickly as possible. I looked up and down the street, but there were no cars in the driveways. Everybody was still at work.
Stricken by panic, I screamed at the top of my lungs, “Help, help, anybody around? I need some help.”
Lucky me! A young man who was just coming home from school heard my screams of distress. He came rushing down the icy street, slipping and sliding.
“What happened? Are you alright?” he asked with great concern.
I was angry, angry at myself and answered rather rudely, “Do you think I would be lying on the freezing ground if I was alright?”
“I... I... am sorry. What do you want me to do? Do you want me to help you to get up and get you inside?” he inquired confused.
“Oh I don’t think I can get up. Please, just call an ambulance,” I begged him, quivering from the freezing cold.
He pulled out his cell phone and dialed 9-1-1 and explained the emergency. While waiting for the ambulance, I instructed him to throw the shopping bag with the broken bottles, the fresh French baguette and the Camembert cheese into the garbage bin. What a bloody waste!
He wanted to know if there were some relatives who should be informed about my accident. But I told him there was only my daughter who lives up north and she wouldn’t be able to come down.
I guess he felt sorry for me and insisted to accompany me to the hospital. He introduced himself to me as Michel, and while waiting for several hours in the emergency unit, he announced proudly that he was a medical student and was aiming to become a caregiver. His pleasant chatting helped me to take my mind off the pain.
Around supper time, he called his mom and recounted how he came to rescue an older lady. I could hear her faint voice over the phone, telling him how proud she was of him, and if needed, it was okay for him to stay with me.
I felt a bit awkward taking up this young man’s time like this, but in the same token, I was happy I wasn’t there alone. He tried his best to make me comfortable lying on the stretcher, fluffing up my pillow, giving me water to drink and really showed a lot of concern about my well-being.
Then finally when it was my turn to be seen by a physician, he was asked, “Are you a relative?”
“Ahmm… no… I mean… I am … ” he stuttered, looking at me for help to finish his answer.
I squeezed his hand and quickly replied, “Yes he is. He is my… ehm… my… my grandson.”
“Well okay then,” the doctor said, “wheel her down the hallway to the x-ray room,” handing my file over to him.
About thirty minutes later, I was diagnosed with severe bruising on my buttocks, a sprained ankle and a fractured arm, and they put a cast on it. The pullover I had been wearing at arrival was too tight to get it back on, so they lent me a hospital gown for my ride home.
The doctor had ordered strict bed rest, and Michel ensured him he would see to it that I get it.
When we arrived at home the ambulance technicians carried me on a stretcher inside and rolled me carefully onto my bed. They untied my gown and took it off. I didn’t feel uncomfortable to be seen by them in just my bra and panties; after all, they see naked people on a daily basis.
But I felt somewhat embarrassed lying there like this in front of Michel. After all he was a total stranger. But without any big fuss he took hold of the sheets and covered me up. Then he dimmed the lights, sat in the La-Z-boy recliner next to my bed and announced he would spend the night.
The painkillers eased my pain, but I still couldn’t fall asleep. My bra wasn’t something I was used to sleeping in, and it irritated me quite a bit. I tried to reach with my left hand under my back to unhook it, but I didn’t succeed.
Michel was alerted by my restlessness and offered a helping hand. He bent over me, lifted my shoulder with one hand and unclasped my bra with the other. He was so gentle, and his touch aroused me a bit. As he pulled the bra off, my full breasts dropped slightly onto the sides and I could feel his eyes gazing upon them. A little shiver went through me and I felt a twitch in my groin. Oh you dirty old bitch, stop it right there!
I told myself, and quickly pulled the covers over me.
“If there is anything you need or want, just let me know, okay?” he offered in such a sweet way, it made my heart flutter.
Eventually we both drifted off to sleep. In the early morning hours I was awakened by the urgent need to go for a pee. Oh my god, how I am supposed to do that? I can’t walk, I can’t sit up. Fuck, I wish they would have kept me in the hospital. It’s so degrading having to ask this young man for help.
But eventually I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I mustered up the courage and told him about nature’s call.
“Oh no problem, just give me a minute,” he said matter-of-factly.
He went to the bathroom and came out carrying a bedpan and bathroom tissue. As if there was nothing to it, he lifted the sheets, pulled down my panties and slipped the bedpan under my butt.
My heart was beating like crazy and my face flushed a deep red. I felt so awkward having to be helped by this handsome young man. It bothered me so much that I couldn’t even pee.
He smiled at me and said in such a smooth comforting tone, “I’ll give you some privacy, just call when you’re done, okay?”
After relaxing a bit my bloated bladder finally could release. God did that feel good! Well you have no one else here to help you, so get used to it!
I tried to encourage myself.
When he came back, he took several sheets of tissue paper and wiped off my dripping pussy. Oh fuck, did that ever excite me! I willingly spread my legs further apart. But then I reminded myself, Patients shouldn’t get aroused by medical staff! Don’t you dare tease him, don’t tempt him, these will be his daily chores when he becomes a caregiver.
But it felt so wicked, having my pussy wiped by him, and I forced myself to pee a bit more. Little triples were leaking out and he kept on wiping and wiping them off. He looked at me and gave me a little grin. I think he detected the little tremors that were coursing through my body.
When I was done I thanked him in a shaky voice and he replied, “No problem, it’s my pleasure.” Oh I bet it is! I think he gets a kick out of handling older ladies. Hmm, maybe this could turn out quite interesting lying here in bed so helplessly.
My devious mind reminisced.
When he returned he wanted to know what I would like to have for breakfast. I told him coffee and a bowl of cereal would be nice.
He came back with a fresh brewed, delicious smelling coffee and set it on the nightstand. Then he propped me up with a couple of more pillows. He held the coffee mug to my lips to sip from and then he spooned me the cereal. Oh fuck, did I enjoy being attended to so kindly by this good looking young man and I really lapped it up. I even asked for a second cup of coffee just to prolong the feeding.
A few drops of coffee and cereal had spilled onto my chest and he suggested giving me a sponge bath. My pussy twitched when I heard him saying that.
Excitedly I instructed him where to find a big plastic bowl, a face cloth, a towel and liquid soap. I lay there with tingling sensations and I could hardly wait for him to come back into the bedroom.
The minute he started washing my face and neck, my heartbeat accelerated. Oh I could tell he had done this before. He was so gentle, and I willingly held up my left arm for him to wash it. He slipped the cloth up and down my arm, on the outside and the inside. I couldn’t help but giggle when he washed my armpit.
Then he wet the cloth again and he slipped it over my shoulder and down the front. I could hear the blood pulsing loudly in my ears. Slowly he moved over my chest and closer to my breasts. By then, dampness was forming between my folds. He took his hand, lifted my mound of soft flesh and wiped the warm wet cloth gingerly around it. Shivers were running down my spine and my nipples hardened with arousal.
When he noticed my dark areola crinkling and my nipples stiffening, he inquired, “Oops, is the water too cold?”
“Oh no, no no, it’s perfect,” I assured him in a breathy whisper.
He dunked the cloth back into the warm water and squirted some more liquid soap onto it. Then he continued washing my tits, moving up and around and underneath from one side to the other. My excitement was building up and my nipples ached for his attention.
“Oh please, rub my nipples, rub them hard, they are so itchy,” I begged, agitated.
He applied more force while wiping the soapy cloth over my nipples and his eyes stared at them as they were getting dangerously long and hard.
“Is that better?” he inquired while looking straight into my face.
“Oh yeah,” I breathed, “Yeah, that feels way better. I don’t know why they are so bloody itchy, but they are.”
I closed my eyes and relished getting my tits washed and massaged by Michel’s talented hands. I wanted so badly to reach down and run my fingers over my throbbing clit. But I was frightened to scare him away with my sexual arousal. I needed his help; I depended on it.
The excitement became overwhelming and I put my hand on his arm. “Oh Michel, I think its enough for now, you’ve done a great job,” I kindly thanked him in a shaky voice.
“Fine, we can do the rest later. I’ll just pat you dry.” He said reluctantly, but I sensed a bit of disappointment in his words.
Just from the look in his eyes I could tell he was aroused; maybe not as much as I was, but nonetheless, I felt his fingers trembling and I did notice a twitch in his pants.
After he had put everything away, he informed me he would go home to get a change of clothes and return later on. He placed my phone right next to me on the night stand, just in case I needed his help.
I was so fucking turned on and the minute he had left, I needed to act on my desires. I reached for my aching cunt and fingered myself to orgasm. My hand and my pussy were drenched by my juices, but I had nothing to wipe myself dry. The Kleenex box was out off reach.
About two hours later he returned with his mother, who brought a pot of wholesome chicken soup and a hospital cup with a spout. She was a nurse and had the same kind personality as her son. She sat there, feeding me her delicious soup while chatting with me for several hours, and then she returned home.
Meanwhile Michel had been in the dining room studying. In the need of emptying my bladder again, I called him in. Nonchalantly he picked up the bedpan and as he slipped it under my buttocks he must have gotten a whiff of my sexual cum-juices. I could see a smirk creeping across his face as he walked out the door.
When he returned he had the bowl with water in his hands and several towels draped over his shoulder. With a soft smile he said, “I think we need to continue our sponge bath, don’t you agree?”
“I... I guess… that’s a good idea,” I agreed enchanted.
He pulled the bedpan out from underneath me, went to empty it and returned. His strong hand lifted up my bum once again, while he slipped a thick towel onto the bed. Then he carefully lowered me back down.
My heart started racing like mad and my vaginal muscles began twitching. I watched him with rising anticipation as he soaked the washcloth and applied some soap. He started washing my belly and hesitantly moved over my Venus mount. I was so aroused and closed my thighs in shame. He continued cleansing my thighs and legs, and as he came back up on the inside of my thighs his washcloth-covered hand brushed against my aroused womanhood. I couldn’t help but release a soft moan. Oh god, I would have loved him washing my cunt. But I was too embarrassed to reveal my seeping arousal to his gaze.
I quickly ripped the cloth out of his hand and panted,”Oh I think I am capable of doing that myself.”
He reluctantly let go of it and left the room. His body slouched and screamed with disenchantment.
I desired more than anything for him to wash my pussy, but I was so bloody horny and I was afraid, I might grab his head and demand from him to eat me out. He wanted to become a professional caretaker and it would have been so wrong for me to lead him astray.
I quickly washed my sticky folds, dried myself and pulled the sheets over me.
I sensed an awkward tension as we watched TV for the remaining time of the evening. Not much was said and I went off to sleep around 9:00 p.m.
Very early in the morning, I was awakened by hot flashes. I threw the sheets off me to allow my body to cool down. As my head rolled to the side, I saw Michel sitting in the recliner, only half covered by a blanket. He was wearing a t-shirt and boxers and his penis-head was slightly peeking out of the button hemline. His pronounced head was pinkish purple and glistening in the dim light. A small pearl was forming right in his little slit. It made me drool and instantly ignited my lustful desires.
As my hand was busy teasing my clit and spreading the wetness of my arousal, I watched in great awe how his cock kept growing in size. More and more it came poking out of his shorts and I wished so badly I could get my hands on it, but of course he was too far away.
In madness I fingered my yearning cunt, and as my climax neared, I frantically spanked my clit. At that point I no longer gave a shit if he could hear me, I just sought sexual relief. Seconds later, a euphoric sensation of release washed over me and left me moaning of pleasure. As I was still lying there with my hand between my crotch, Michel awoke.
I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. He got out of the recliner and came closer. I sensed him standing right next to the bed and I took a little peek. I saw his nostrils flaring and I knew he was inhaling the musky odor of my orgasm.
The second he placed his hand onto my thigh I spread my legs wide apart. The hell with right and wrong! I was gushing wet and made no attempts to hide it. As I was baring my wet folds to his gaze, my own and his breathing instantly became heavier.
“Hmm, what do we have here? Aren’t you rather wet and sticky for a woman of your age? How come? Have you been playing with yourself? You naughty, naughty lady! Show me, how you did it,” he said in such a sexy, cheeky way that it made me melt.
Shamelessly I reach down and trailed my fingers over my sticky clit and in between my soaked folds, running them back and forth and dipping them deeper with every insertion. I felt so naughty fingering myself in front of this young man, and I started moaning loudly without any inhibitions.
“Oh yeah lady, work that slutty juicy cunt of yours! Show me how you make yourself cum!” He huffed breathlessly.
I was so fucking turned on by this and frantically fingered my horny hole, while my eyes kept moving back and forth from his face down to his crotch. His eyes were brimming with lust and his cock was jerking in his boxers.
I could feel a climax nearing and screamed out begging him, “Help me! Help me! Suck my nipple, bite it, now!”
But instead of putting his mouth on it, he just took my pert nipple in between his thumb and index finger and rolled it back and forth, while staring at my pussy, watching with greedy eyes how I drove myself into ecstasy. Then his fingers gave my stiff nub a couple of painful squeezes and I reached my finish line. My juices sprinkled all over my hand and thighs while I laid there moaning in heavenly bliss.
“Hmm, that was nice! Awesome! Now don’t you feel better?” He snickered skittishly. “Okay, now let’s wash that sloppy love triangle of yours,” he added with a wide-mouth grin.
Oh I had no objections to that, and I was burning with desire to find out how he would go about it.
He reached for the bedpan and I watched with rising lust how his strong arm lifted me up and his other hand slipped it underneath my bum, once again. Then he went to get the washbasin and the rest of the stuff.
Holy fucking shit! What a hunk of a man! My jaw just dropped when he removed his t-shirt and I saw him standing there bare-chested. Until now I hadn’t realized how muscular he was; wow what a six-pack! I almost came just looking at him.
I could feel my face and chest filling with heat and turning red. And if it wasn’t for my injuries, I would have jumped his bones right there and then.
He took the soaking wet washcloth, held it right over my snatch and squeezed it out, letting the water run over my clit and trickling in between my folds. It tickled and sent a tingling sensation through my entire body.
He repeated this time and time again while checking out my facial expression. Oh there was no way I could hide the enjoyable pleasures I was feeling. My head was rolling from side to side and my chest was heaving heavily by my sporadic breathing.
Then he reached for a cup, filled it up with water and ever so slowly let it run over my twitching genitalia. I was aroused beyond description and my hand instinctively went down to spread my quivering lips apart. Another cup of warm water was slowly spilled right into my folds and made its way into my longing interior.
My lower body started gyrating with burning desire and I pushed my fingers into my wet opening.
“Would you like me to do that for you?” Michel inquired slyly.
“Oh yes, oh yes please, please do so!” I panted.
He kept pouring water over my hungry snatch while three fingers of his other hand started making their way into my hot center. They moved in and out, slow and deep. I just lay there with closed eyes enjoying every minute of it. Then he squirted some more liquid soap right onto my sensitive engorged clit, which I didn’t see coming. It made me jump and instinctively my hand darted right down there to protect my precious little nub.
When I realized what he had done, I started spreading the soap around, working it into a rich lather. He pulled out his fingers and applied more soap onto them, and then he really started to scrub my channel. We worked together on that oversexed womanhood of mine.
His soapy fingers slipped in and out so easily and then he pushed in his whole fucking hand.
For a minute I stopped breathing, and lay there with my mouth agape. As I exhaled I tried to totally relax, and was quite surprised how quickly my vagina adjusted to the size of his hand. In a twisting motion he moved his slippery hand gingerly in and out, while my hand was frantically circling my clit. It didn’t take very long before another climax rolled over the horizon and had my body shaking for the longest time.
When the tremors subsided I rolled my head to the side and noticed him rubbing his crotch against the side of the mattress. The bulge was big and his boxers were very damp.
“Oh baby, why don’t you take it out? Let me see it! It would be so nice getting a cum bath,” I squealed gleefully.
“Oh you dirty little lady, is that what you want?” He teased me.
“Yes! Yes! Take it out, jerk it and splash your spunk all over my tits!” I shouted ecstatically.
He quickly washed his hands and dropped his boxers. The minute his cock escaped its confinement it sprung up and jutted straight out, pointing right at me. It looked fucking delicious! Long, thick and crowned with this shiny purple head.
It was stiff like a rod and had a pronounced vein running along the underside. It twitched and jolted when he took it into his hand and started stroking it in a slow consistent pace. I couldn’t resist, and my left hand reached out to pull his boxers further down to free his balls. They were small and hard like walnuts, and he moaned out loudly when I started playing with them.
Only after a few minutes of our combined cock and ball play, his body tensed. I could feel his balls twitching in my hand, and soon after, his spunk came shooting out his pee slit. His warm jizz splashed aimlessly all over me, hitting my face, my hair and my chest. It felt wonderful, absolutely wonderful, getting bathed by this gorgeous, young man’s cum!
I no longer worried about lying helplessly in bed. I knew I would be taken care of in any way I needed and wanted. I even lost my fear of growing older; if that’s the kind of care an aging broad can get… bring it one!
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