I was just 18 when I got a job as a CNA at a nursing home. It was the first job I had ever had and I was very nervous my first few days. The RN showed me around and explained the daily routine of the home. She also introduced me to the patients on the wing I would be working.
Most of the elderly people were in wheelchairs or bedridden but a few got around good and seemed to be mentally fit. I immediately noticed an elderly black man because the area that I lived in did not have many black people and I personally had never even spoken to a black person before.
His name was Ned and he greeted me with a welcoming smile and reached for my hand to shake it when we were introduced. I held my hand out to him and he turned it over and kissed the back of it with his soft warm lips. I turned beat red and pulled my hand away quickly. Ned just chuckled and winked at me.
Now my duties as a CNA were to bathe, feed and clean up after the patients. Some of the patients did not need to be bathed just assisted but others had to be bathed, cleaned up after they used the bathroom and fed.
Ned was one of the more independent patients and didn't need a lot of help but the policy was to supervise all showers in case of someone falling or having trouble and needing some help.
So on my second day of work I made my rounds and got all my patients that needed help washed and dressed leaving my ambulatory patients for last. Out of 10 patients I had 3 that could shower themselves; Ned, a white guy and a white woman. I took them in the order of their room numbers and that left Ned for last.
The old white man's name was Bill and he was a very grumpy guy. He complained the whole way though the shower and was still complaining when I left him sitting in the dayroom watching television. "Dang gone new nurses, can't get the water temperature right, near bout burnt my skin off!"
I tried to ignore him but it being my second day and me still a nervous wreck I was a little bit upset. My next patient did not make me feel any better. She kept calling me by her daughters name and telling me she knew I would never amount to anything. "Margaret, I told you if you didn't stay away from that awful boy and finish college you were going to end up cleaning toilets and now look at you! I am so ashamed! What am I supposed to tell the ladies at the country club? My daughter watches people shower for a living. How embarrassing."
By the time I got to Ned's room I was nearly in tears. "What's the matter little lady?" He asked as I walked in.
I looked at him in surprise and he smiled at me. He had the nicest smile I had ever seen; his teeth strong, straight and very white. I couldn't help but smile back. I shook my head and tried to get into a better mind set. "Good morning Mr. Steele. Nothing is wrong, it's just hard to adapt to so many different personalities. Are you ready to go get your shower?"
"Sure Miss Lady just let me get my clean clothes and we can head out." He gathered his clothes and I followed him to the shower room down the hall. "So how old are you Miss Lady? You look mighty young."
I blushed at the way he looked me up and down. There was just something about him that made me comfortable but nervous at the same time. "Eighteen, I just had my birthday last week." I thought I heard him make a moaning noise but when I looked at him he just smiled at me again.
"Well you are a young one. Whatever made you want to work with a bunch of old fogies' like us?" He sat down on the shower bench and started to pull off his shoes and socks.
"I just like doing something that makes people feel better and I had a neighbor lady that was always nice to me then she went to a home and I never saw her again. I thought about how lonely people like her must get in places like this and I decided I could work here and help make someone happy." I looked at Ned's face and he was looking at me intently and kind of sad.
He shook his head as if he was clearing out his thoughts. "Well there are certainly a lot of sad and lonely people here." He smiled again. "Luckily I am not one of them! My whole family will be visiting on Sunday. The kids and grandkids come every Sunday. Bring my favorite foods and we watch football. It's the highlight of my week!"
I smiled at his excitement. "Well Mr. Steele, you are a lucky man!" While he was talking he had managed to get his clothes off and now he dropped his boxers. My mouth dropped open and I turned redder than I ever had before. I thought to myself, a very lucky man!
For a man of his age his skin was firm and smooth. He still had good muscle tone and was very physically fit. And he had the largest penis I had ever seen. Now yes I was only 18 but I was far from innocent. I had seen a few penises in my life and had watched a few pornographic movies with my boyfriend. I had even seen black men in pornos but nothing like this. It was completely soft and lay halfway down his thigh not to mention it was as big around as my wrist.
He watched me as I looked him up and down but didn't say anything. He noticed my flushed skin and the nervous sweat beaded up on my forehead. "You are a very beautiful young woman." I jumped at his words and looked away.
"Thank you." I looked at the floor still embarrassed. I noticed that Ned hadn't made a move to get into the shower yet but was afraid to look up at him again. "Are you okay? Do you need any help?" I asked without looking at him.
"I do need something." I looked up quickly worried that something was wrong but he was just sitting there on the shower bench. "I have not been able to get an erection in years so you don't have to worry about that but I enjoy the way I feel when you look at me. The innocent curiosity makes me feel young again and warm inside. So if you don't mind, would you just watch me shower? Make an old man feel good like you said you came here to do?"
His words made me feel sad but also happy because I wanted to look at him and have the power to make him feel the way he had described. So I watched him. I watched him let the warm water run over his body and slowly lather his skin up with the soapy wash rag. He started with his head which was covered in salt and pepper hair, cut short to his head and neatly kept. The soap running down his neck and back, white bubbles against his dark skin a beautiful contrast.
My eyes followed his hands as he ran the cloth over his broad chest and tight stomach. As he tried to reach his back I walked to him and took the cloth from his hand and he turned his back to me allowing me to softly scrub his back with it. I took my time moving slowly from his shoulders down over his shoulder blades and to the middle of his back. I heard him moan in pleasure as I allowed my bare fingers of my other hand glaze his skin moving behind the hand with the wash rag.
I felt so naughty as he moaned again a little louder when my hand slid over the top of his buttocks. "Oh yes little girl, that feels so good." His words encouraged me to go on but also shocked me into giving him back the cloth and move back to my safe spot.
