Coffee. Just Coffee, we simply made the little run down the promenade to the store that Shelly and I had done so many times before.
Uneventful stuff, but we both liked to get out and away from my tiny apartment. I suppose Shelly's life can be boring, there is very little work to do, the layout is plastic and sterile, designed to be easily cleaned and kept up.
That makes for lots of extra time the days she is here, so if I look out and the Sun is shining, normally we go out at least for a short walk.
But the day we saw the girl in the coffee shop was a one of a kind. I had read of situations like that, even tried to write a few with fair to middling success.
I drank too much Coffee that day as both Shelly and I watched the girl deliberately expose herself to us, trying at first to make it appear an accident.
I saw her face, the way her skin flushed, then her lips pursed into an odd knowing smile that she couldn't hide.
She was young and beautiful, sitting with her legs carelessly open. Then as she sipped her drink, they opened more and more until the pose could only be described as obscene.
That excited me beyond belief, other than pictures on my computer screen, I really hadn't seen a woman in the flesh for decades.
It takes a lot to get me excited, often even during the baths from my nurses nothing would happen. I have sensation but less than normal so more often than not the nurse just washes me and dries me and that is it.
Many times I wished in my mind that they would take more time, give that area of my body more attention, knowing that if they did I would respond.
Maria, my last nurse, seemed to understand the best, she was older so perhaps that meant she had more experience. She would also lean over and let me look down the front of her smock at the tops of her breasts hanging there in her big white bra.
I liked that and it helped, Maria would then slip her latex gloved hand around me and relieve me. It was really just a matter of fact kind of thing, it couldn't, shouldn't be called sex.
I suppose some will say that nurses don't do that, but yes they do. Attention to sexual needs of patients like me is part of the job and helpful, it keeps other complications at bay. I still remember one situation many years ago that startled me, I had a little bout of bleeding so I went to the Doctor for a Colonoscopy. Try as I might, I started to erect almost before the procedure began. The Doctor said something to the nurse and left the room, next thing I knew I was being masturbated and quite professionally. Then the Doctor came back in and finished, everyone acted like that was just normal. I guess it was.
Still, a lot of times with me the orgasm is almost an accident, the nurse just cleans me up and says nothing.
This time when Shelly and I got back to my apartment, I was upright and ready to go, still excited at the display we had seen at the coffee shop.
The nice part is that Shelly was turned on too. I had already realized that she liked to have a man's penis in her hands, Shelly had no way to hide that. The signs were obvious, during my bathing she wore a simple tank top and shorts, to keep her clothes from getting wet. Her nipples would erect through the cloth, her face would get that expression women get when they are arroused.
Shelly kneeled down and tripped the Velcro on my sleeves and front, sliding the upper garment off. Then she undid the bottoms, going "Wow!" with a big grin as my erection came into view.
This time instead of the usual soap she picked up a small bottle of some kind of lotion, spread it over me, taking her time. She was staring right at my penis, too. I am not huge but I am not small, either. But I was solid as a rock, a bit out of the norm for me.
She wrapped her right hand around me and slid it up and down, after the first few strokes she increased the pressure, pulling my foreskin back and forth until finally the head was exposed.
Shelly knows of course that my sensations are less than normal so she uses a lot of pressure. I was building quickly to orgasm, looking at her full round breasts as her nipples poked at the thin cloth covering them.
As I reached my peak, Shelly slowed the motions, this delayed my orgasm for a moment or two, then just as I exploded she squeezed. That caused me to feel like I burst, the first drops flew out and splattered her tank top, the second splashed across her cheek.
She didn't stop the stroking motion, just giggled. I looked down and realized her hands were bare, that was different too.
She looked up and caught my gaze, then grinned.
"That was hot, Dan!"
I looked at my penis, it was red and swollen looking, still half firm. I gave her a smile, lifted my hand to say thank you.
Shelly washed me up, refastened my clothing, then she went into the other room. She was gone a long time, I was assuming she was masturbating. When she came back out, she was wearing the smock, and looked just like Shelly again.
"I will be back on Tuesday." she said, not needing to since I know the schedule.
It would be nice to say that things changed after that, they didn't. Shelly came on the appointed days, checked on me and my needs, bathed me. We took several trips to the Coffee shop, I never saw the girl there but I always hoped.
Summer became Fall, then Winter. I was back into my normal life of eating and sleeping and trying to write. Shelly did relieve me a few times but with the latex glove. While it was still obvious that she liked to do it, it was also almost back to clinical in a way.
Then one fine Summer day I looked out and saw the girl from the shop walk by. There was no doubt it was her. She had on a white short skirt and a light pink halter top, the belt at her waist was wide and black and very low. Her hair was longer, pulled back and tied into a loose pony tail.
Of course it was my off day, Shelly would be working with someone else in the complex.
I decided to head for the coffee shop on my own, but by the time I got the door open and rolled out onto the walkway the girl was out of sight.
Then I heard the sickening click of my door locking, realized I had no way to get back inside.
There was nothing else for me to do but head for the shop, so I touched the button and went down the street. Halfway there I realized that I was down on batteries, I would get there but I wouldn't get back.
I was trapped outside, on my own, chasing a girl down the street that I didn't know. They say a sexy lady makes a man's IQ drop 40 points, I think I proved it that day. The only positive thing was it was warm outside and wasn't raining.
