I woke to hear the rain and very gradually, to feel it caress my neck. My clothes had soaked up the moisture from the sodden grass on which I lay and gave the sensation of being glued to the icy ground. My head pounded, and through bleary eyes I could see what was left of my bicycle. How long had I been here? What happened?
I cradled my face in my hands. Nausea made me want to lie there and not get up, despite the cold. I could smell a foul smell and I didn't need to look to know what the unusual warm lump in my pants was. Despite my chattering teeth, I drifted back sleep.
"Oh my, look at you! You're in quite a state, aren't you?"
It was a woman's voice and it had a women's smell. I slowly remembered, and moved my hand to hide my shame. I felt her soft warm hands around my neck, then further down as she squeezed me slowly, methodically, - checking for damage.
"It's alright. Looks like you've come off your bike and bumped your head. You've messed your pants and you're very cold, but it's nothing too serious. I can look after you."
With that my rescuer picked me up and carried me like a baby to a warm and dry car. I was laid upon a plastic sheet across a lightly perfumed seat. I remember the feelings of gratitude for this person that swept through me as the engine purred and the motion of the car gently rocked me back to sleep.
I remember the cold tiles and the echo of her voice, bouncing off the cold white walls as she undressed me, but I could make little sense of what she was saying. I could feel her warm, nimble hands removing my clothes and the swell of her breasts pressing against my back, but could not see her, as my head was too heavy to lift. I remember the sound of running water and the smell of bath soap and strong yet gentle hands guiding my shivering body across the bathroom floor. I remember my disappointment when I was immersed in tepid water – I was longing for warmth and comfort. I tried to get out. It was too cold. I was too cold. But I was no match for her in my physical state. She held me in there until I stopped struggling.
"Must warm you up slowly." I heard her say.
I felt a silent shiver down my spine but lay back into her fat arms and let the water take hold with its icy fingers.
I awoke sometime later. I was warm and dry in a small bed. I felt better, but could not open my eyes. My eyelids felt like they weighed a ton. I felt my body. I was in one piece, alive, warm and safe. I felt relief. But wait, I was wearing a nappy. Confusion. I drifted off to sleep again.
-------------------------------------------------
I wake up. I smell a familiar perfume. I feel very warm and safe. I realise I am being held by someone. Her. I am on my back. My legs are on some sort of lounge, but my back lies on top of her lap and she holds me closely to her. The nape of my neck rests in the crook of her elbow.
I look up. Two huge naked breasts stare down at me. I gasp.
"You awake, Darling?"
I see her for the first time. White powdered face, rosy red cheeks, big brown eyes behind big thick rimmed glasses, blood red lipstick, matronly smile.
"Wh......"
I try to talk, but my tongue is pasty and my mouth dry. She cuts me off.
"You came off your bicycle dear. In the park. If it weren't for me you'd still be there. Now you're all better."
I move to pull away, to stand up, but she is too strong. I have no strength. I am at her mercy. She squeezes me, and her chest swells. The proximity of her left nipple to my mouth and the smell of her bare breasts stir something inside me.
"Oh come now! Is that how you thank me? How about you say 'Thankyou.'
"Thankyou."
