Chapter One: In the tub.
It's no fun being disabled, I learned, even if the disability isn't permanent. The things you are used to doing for yourself quite easily become major chores requiring considerable effort. While the back surgery I just had endured would eventually make life a lot easier, for the forseeable future I was going to need a lot of assistance.
Being a widower, there was no one at home to give me the help I was going to need. One thing I knew for certain was that there was no way I was going to a nursing home or anything like that. I was only 59, and while that's not the prime of life, I still had my pride.
Luckily, I had good insurance, and after getting out of the hospital I was able to get the services of an agency that would provide a home health care aide for a few hours each day. It wasn't cheap, but the insurance company logically figured out the money they would save by keeping me out of the hospital, and quickly agreed to it.
The first person didn't work out very well. Not only did he have a shaky grasp of the language, I also felt uncomfortable being handled, shall we say, intimately? There was only one man I trusted to handle my equipment, and that man was me. Being alone for several years gave me way too many occassions to prove that I was no "master of my domain", but if I was going to be taken care of in those personal regions I wanted the person to be female. Call me what you will.
The second person that was assigned to me was a female, and that made me happy. She would not likely be considered a classic beauty by most men, but I found her very attractive, and it didn't take me long to find that I would be enjoying her company.
Marianna was her name, and she was a fairly recent immigrant from Italy, coming over with her parents. She was a very shy and quiet young woman, 19 years old as I would later learn, and when she spoke her voice was so soft I had to struggle to hear her.
Her hair was jet black and wavy, and fell over her shoulders. Her body was a little on the slender side, but it was more the slouched way she walked and carried herself that accentuated that look. Marianna's skin was a deep olive tone, and her eyebrows were thick and came close to being a uni-brow, resting just above her Streisand-like nose.
After a couple of days she began to be more relaxed around me, and the comfortable feeling was mutual. It became even more so on the day she first bathed me.
I had been given this seat that fit over the sides of the tub, and when Marianna brought me into the bathroom the bath tub had already been filled.
Marianna helped me off with my pajama top as I fought the stirrings of my cock, not wanting to give the young lady the impression that I was a horny old man. I was, of course, but I didn't want her to know that. Not just yet at least. The prospect of another Carlos on the job was not appealing to me in the least.
She undid the bottoms and pulled them off my legs as I put my hand on her shoulder for support. I had managed to keep myself at half mast, which made me look more impressive than I would have been limp, but when I saw Marianna glance at my cock while taking off the pajamas I had to force myself to think of other things to keep the old boy down.
"Be careful please, Mr. Phelps," Marianna said as she helped me step gingerly into the tub.
"I will," I assured Marianna as I lifted my leg gingerly over the side. "I'm so glad I have you to lean on."
That was certainly the truth. It was very nice to get to rub up against a woman again, and to smell their scent once more. The other truth was that I didn't need all the help I was getting.
Fact was, I could get around much better than I was letting on to Marianna. When the guy was doing her job, I jumped into the tub so fast you'd never know anything was wrong. As far the washing, I handled that pretty much on my own. Especially certain areas.
For Marianna, I was playing more helpless, and doing a pretty good job of it as far as I could see. Marianna tested the water and then unbuttoned her sweater. The white short-sleeved blouse was rather shapeless, but I could see the outline of what appeared to be a nice little pair of breasts.
"You can take your blouse off if you'd find that more comfortable," I said to Marianna, and then smiled to let her know that I was kidding, a little.
"I don't think that the agency, they would like that," Marianna said in her heavily accented and slightly fractured English. "You probably would not care for it very too much either."
My eyes strayed to Marianna's arms, and I felt my cock surge as I saw that her forearms were covered with fine black hair. Somewhat dense in growth, her hairy forearms brought back memories of long ago, and how I wished she would have taken off the blouse as I had asked. Fine dark hair, less dense and thick, graced the outside of her slender arm from above her elbow up to where the sleeve of the blouse cut off my view.
Marianna saw me staring at her arms and got very self conscious, probably thinking that I was appalled by the sight. I averted my eyes, not knowing what else to do. What could I say that would not offend her or make her uncomfortable?
What was very obvious was that I had an erection. A full blown hard on that was swaying in front of me, and the condition was not helped as Marianna rubbed the washcloth over my back and chest.
Lifting my arms and giving Marianna access to my armpits, my cock sprang wildly as she soaped and rinsed the sensitive area under my arms. How I would like to return the favor, I thought to myself as my mind pondered the possibility as to what I would find if I did.
After she finished scrubbing, I watched as her eyes drifted downward, doing a brisk double take when she saw my cock springing around obscenely. She pretended not to notice and went about her business, grabbing the bar of soap and lathering the washcloth.
Kneeling at the side of the bathtub, Marianna rested her hand on my thigh as she scrubbed my feet and legs. Gently I set my hand on her wrist, hoping that she would not mind the incidental contact. When she seemd not to notice or mind, I let my hand slide up her forearm, reveling in the softness of the downy hair.
Marianna worked her way up my calves, and I couldn't help but notice that my still energized cock wasn't that far from her face. Wouldn't it be like a porn movie if she suddenly bent over and started sucking me, I remember thinking to myself. How long had it been since the poor thing had been in a warm and moist mouth, or even a hand other than my own? Way too long, which was probably why I was having such perverted thoughts about this poor girl who was so young she could be my granddaughter.
Marianna had me lean a little forward on the chair, and began scrubbing between my legs. She was making a point to avoid my cock, still very hard and throbbing, and instead worked the cloth between my ass cheeks. My hand slid up Marianna's arm even further, and I was now gripping her bicep.
"Whoops," I said as I lost my balance for a second.
I was losing my balance because of the very intimate way Marianna was scrubbing around my anus. My legs were trembling as she worked her hand around the sensitive opening, and I noticed that she was no longer using the washcloth.
Now her soapy hand was lathering my balls, and as she rolled the orbs in her palm I felt very lightheaded. It was a very thorough washing she was giving my nuts, and how I hoped she would not touch my cock, because I was afraid that I would orgasm right then and there.
Just then, Marianna leaned forward a little bit, and as she did, the sleeve of the blouse slid upward. My eyes glanced over, and as her elbow moved away from her side, I could see right up the sleeve.
It all happened in a matter of seconds. As the sleeve opened up, I caught a glimpse of Marianna's armpit. An armpit full of the darkest and thickest jungle of hair imaginable, and just inches from my hand. A gasp escaped out of me, and as Marianna looked up to see what was the matter, I came.
She hadn't touched my cock, but it erupted nonetheless. My face must have been a sight to see, as the full range of emotions must have played out over my features. Horror, pleasure, panic, lust and humiliation were what I felt, as my cock spasmed uncontrollably.
Marianna had still been busy scrubbing my balls, so it took a few seconds for her to figure out what was happening. By then, I noted with shame, my cock had deposited a copious load of semen all over her wrist and arm.
To Marianna's credit, she didn't scream or anything, and showed about as little emotion as she could under the circumstances. After cleaning off her arm, she pulled the plug on the tub, letting the water drain out as she helped me to my feet. I felt so pitiful I wished I could go down the drain myself, and I couldn't even look Marianna in the eye as she dried me off.
