The Gallant Invalid
‘So, you’re the new nurse?’
‘Well, I am here to take care of you, sweetie.’
Bill eased up on his pillow and surveyed his new carer. This was certainly the most attractive nurse he’d seen in his six months at Bayview Nursing Home, and surely a step up from his aptly named regular carer, Nurse Stone, or ‘Stone Face’ as she was referred to by Bill and the other patients.
‘What’s your name, nurse?’ The nurse, hands akimbo on her slim hips, smiled and replied.
‘Okay, I’m Bill, glad to meet you, Nurse Lucy.’ Lucy moved to the side of the bed and leant over Bill, her ample breasts stretching her blouse to near rupture. She whispered to him so closely he felt her lips brush the abundant hairs sprouting out of his eighty year old ears, while the heat from her merlot infused breath released a tremor deep within his groin.
‘Just call me Lucy, honey. Time for your wash.’
Bill gulped as Lucy reached for the basin of hot water, soap and sponge she had brought into the room. She slowly removed Bill’s pyjama top and began gently caressing his frail body with the hot, soapy sponge; her face closer to him than was necessary for such a job. The temperature in the room was warm enough for Bill to lay on top of the bed unclothed and his hands jumped to the cord on his pyjama trousers as she reached to untie them.
‘Naughty, naughty, William. You know the matron will be angry if I don’t finish your bath.’
Bill removed his hands as Lucy untied the cord and slipped his trousers down and over his feet. Without looking, he could feel his once proud penis lying shrunken and flaccid across his pubic hair; a look of embarrassment gleaming from its one eye. Lucy commenced soaping his nether regions and Bill was amazed as his member flickered into life, like house lights after a blackout. The hot, soapy flannel caressed his member and a feeling Bill had not felt for years, as Lucy’s hand brushed against him, made his gonads flinch.
Lucy stood back and in one deft moment unzipped her white nurse’s uniform and let it drop to the ground. As she stepped out of her clothing and leaned over Bill, her huge breasts swung softly across his face, and two huge pencil erasers caressed his nose, while Bill felt sure his blood pressure was rising faster than the Greece deficit. Lucy kissed Bill full on the lips and jumped onto the bed, straddling him, with her shaved muff inches away from his diminutive erection. Bill cautiously looked to the door.
‘Someone might come in. This is all wrong.’ Lucy shook her head and smiled shamelessly.
‘It’s time to make love, Bill, before you lose this delicious little swollen man.’ She leant down to take Bill in her mouth, but Bill pushed her away, a look of confusion clouding his face.
‘Who are you? Why are you doing this?’ Lucy knew that to continue she would have to tell him the truth. She covered Bill with the bedclothes and began putting on her uniform to calm her hesitant lover down for the time being.
‘I’m a professional girl, Bill, so it’s okay. Your mates in the other rooms paid for this, to celebrate your birthday. I’ll give you a few minutes and then you can just lay back and enjoy it.’
Bill laughed for a moment, then tears glistened in his eyes as he realised that his friends’ generous and erotic present could not be carried out to fruition.
‘I can’t. I just can’t.’ Lucy laughed and placed her hand on his groin over the covers.
‘You could if you let me. This was getting firm enough for me to start our little session.’
‘No, Lucy, you don’t understand. I would truly love to have you finish, but … but I was the kind of man in my youth that was very proud of my lovemaking and before I enjoyed anything for myself, I always gave my all to the woman I was making love to—before I finished myself.’
Lucy smiled and took his hand.
‘But Bill, love, I’m a prostitute and I don’t need to come. My job is to just give you all the fun.’
‘I know that. Most men always joked it would be a challenge to give a working girl an orgasm, but I’m also talking about the body I had back then. I was an athlete; smooth skin, full head of hair and, dare I say, quite handsome. That’s also what I offered to a woman, and this old, saggy body just doesn’t quite get to that level. So I could never enjoy the experience.’ Lucy began to speak, but Bill interrupted her.
‘No, not another word. I’ll tell the boys I enjoyed it, so they won’t feel let down, and please be assured you really are one hell of a good looking woman. So please go, and God bless.’
Lucy tidied her uniform and hair and gave Bill a soft peck on the cheek.
‘You know, Bill, this has been one of the nicest jobs I’ve ever done… Bye, handsome.’
Lucy gave a little wave and left the room, wiping her eyes and laughing quietly to herself.
She passed a few rooms and held up her thumb to the male occupants in triumph as they lay back and grinned at her in lascivious and envious appreciation.
Back in Bill’s room, he reflected on whether he had been a bit too shy and hasty in rejecting such a fine woman, or had indeed told the truth, when he realised the tremor in his groin was growing. He reached for his laptop, and with a smile, slowly his hand glided under the sheets to fondle himself. The ladies on his favourite internet site, Very Mature Sexy Girlfriends, wouldn’t see Bill’s spindly, tired, old body, so Bill felt no guilt as he only needed to give them his full attention and gratitude.
Bio: David and his friends were discussing, as older men, what it would be like if a younger woman asked them to make love. They all came to the conclusion it wouldn’t be as comfortable or as inviting as it sounds.