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After her husband of 26 years left 7 years ago, Nana had struggled to hold down a job. She had tried all sorts in the hopes of finding something that she would enjoy. She had always been a homemaker and that was all she knew. She was now in her early 40's still trying to figure out her vocation. As a divorced woman with adult children who had moved on and started their own families, she found that she had time on her hands. Her children did not have much time to spend with her, and anyway they were all in different states now. She had the occasional calls from them but even those got rarer as time went by.
Her neighbour and girlfriend Sydney had been telling her to try a job in caregiving, but she had no idea where to start. She loved taking care of people, after all, that's what she had done throughout her married life. She was really good at it too, but didn't want to look after the elderly or invalids; she had been through too many years of that.
One Sunday morning Sydney came to her house excited and announced that she had found the perfect agency for her. They would give her a 4-week caregivers course and then would post her to their clients. Nancy was a little apprehensive.
"I hope they are not sick people Sydney, honestly, that's all I've ever done. Taking care of my parents, then my husband, the kids, everyone else but me," she lamented.
Sydney showed her a brochure from Caregivers With a Cause Agency (CWCA) outlining what they do. They were no ordinary agency. They focused on people with social disorders, especially agoraphobia, people who are too afraid to go outside. The caregiver was their link to the outside world, doing grocery and clothes shopping, paying bills, banking and delivering meals to their homes.
"Oh, that doesn't sound so bad," Nancy said with a sigh of relief.
"I thought so too, and according to the agency any extra work you do is a private arrangement with the client, and whatever you get as tips belongs to you," Sydney announced.
"Well, I could do with some extra cash, to buy gifts for my grandbabies. maybe do my hair, buy a new dress and take us for a girl's night out," Nancy said, a little dreamingly.
"Really pleased you feel like that, because - don't hate me - I already signed you up for the 4-week course!" Sydney said sheepishly. "And it starts tomorrow." she finished with a rush.
Nancy laughed and hugged Sydney, "Thank you, you know if you had left me to it, I would have procrastinated and never got around to actually doing it."
They sat down at the kitchen table with a cup of tea as they discussed what Nancy would do next.
The next day Nancy woke up bright and early ready for her first lesson. Much of the course over the next weeks was basic stuff she already knew, but she stuck it out to the end.
Four weeks later she was assigned to her first client. The man had had severe agoraphobia for several years, he never went out of his house, ever. Even his medical check-ups were done at his home.
Armed with the client's file Nancy arrived at the house at 8:00 am. The lawn and front porch were both messy, and she made a mental note to have both sorted. Mr Colins' door was unlocked and she walked in, closing it behind her. She called out. No answer, so she looked into the living room and kitchen, then went up the stairs.
Just as she reached the landing a door opened and a man walked out rubbing his hair with a towel. Nancy gasped and jumped back; the man was completely naked with his erect and rather large dick bobbing with the movement. She couldn't look away; it had been almost 8 years since she last saw a dick; her husband had stopped having sex with her a year before the divorce. Now, right in front of her, stood a magnificent pink dick, staring right back at her. It was a good 7 inches long and thick with a swollen and tapering head. In her 28 years of marriage, she had never seen a dick other than her husband's and her sons' (and the kids don't count).
Her eyes were transfixed by this amazing object.
Suddenly, the naked man clears his throat and breaks the spell. Nancy tears her eyes from his cock, and sees an attractive figure, around 6'2" with dark hair, grey eyes and sporting a very amused smile.
"Hi, I'm Bob Collins," he says casually without making any effort to hide his nakedness.
"Hi, I am Nancy Brewer, but my friends call me Nana. The agency sent me," Nana says.
"Hmmm, you are black, I did not expect that," Bob muses.
"I can leave and have them send someone else if you are not happy with me Sir," Nana answers sharply, deeply hurt by his remark on her ethnicity.
"No, no it's perfectly alright, more than alright, it's just the last time I asked they said that they did not have... You know Nana, I am really sorry and right now I sound like a racist pig, please forgive me," Bob begs sincerely.
This calms Nana down a little, and Bob moves on quickly before he makes another mistake.
"You are a little early, but that's ok - Well, Nana we might as well get on with it then," Bob announces.
He walks up and opens the door directly opposite the bathroom he just walked out of. Bowing low he gestures theatrically for her to go in.
Nana is very confused but the agency did say that some of their clients had peculiar habits, so she walks in and stands at the foot of a bench next to a king size bed. Bob walks past her, jumps and lays flat on the bed looking at her. Nana is further confused now.
"Ok, I want to see them," Bob orders.
"You want to see them - who?" Nana asks in confusion.
"The boobs, I always start with the boobs," he responds matter-of-factly. "Don't tell me they didn't tell you anything about my preferences at the agency?" he growls angrily.
"They did, but there was nothing about this," Nana protests.
"Oh, great this is the third time they've done this to me, I'll call them right away and give them a piece of my mind," he declares sitting up.
Nana thinks quickly and starts to panic, scared of losing her job on day one.
"Mr Collins, no need for that. I'm sure we can sort this out; what do you need me to do?" she asks humbly.
"Take everything off," he orders, lacing his hands behind his neck.
It takes Nana a few seconds to decide - is she prepared to work for this client naked? What does he expect from her? And what's the worst that could happen?
She puts the file on the bench, and starts to open the buttons on her light cardigan slowly while looking at Mr. Collins. Despite what he said, she still hopes/expects him to stop her, but piece after piece all he does is watch her and stroke that fascinating cock. She pauses when all that is left is her lacy blue bra and panties, then she picks up the clothes, folding each article carefully.
Bob watches all this with amusement and a raised eyebrow, "That is the strangest strip tease I have ever watched - please take off the rest."
She hesitates briefly, before undoing the bra and letting her full C cup breasts with their large, dark areolas and long nipples, fall forward - remarkably little sag after four children. Mr. Collins looks appreciatively, and Nana realises this strange situation is getting her a little hot; her already long nipples are hard, and she feels a little moist between her legs.
He nods at her remaining panties, and this time, there is no hesitation as the shapely woman slides them off. Nana has kept her 5'5" beautiful dark brown body trim with light exercise, and she stands proudly as her trimmed mound is on full display.
When she is done stripping she looks to Mr Collins, who is patting the space beside him on the bed. She walks up to it nervously but does not get on to the bed.
"Well, do you want me to come and get you?" he spits rudely.
Even as she climbs onto the bed, Nana is trying to remember if there was anything in the file about this.The moment she is on the bed, Mr Collins lunges at her. She falls backwards onto the mattress and he grabs her brown breasts, kissing and sucking them hungrily. He sucks on one as he squeezes the other. He is not rough with her breasts, just firm; his large hands make her breasts feel smaller. In fact this large and imposing man makes her feel smaller overall than her average size. Nana watches Mr. Collins sucking her breasts; she decides not to interfere with what he is doing and reserves any questions that she has for later. Although she hesitates to admit it, even to herself, her sensitive nipples are enjoying the attention. Bob is still clearly getting enormous pleasure from her breasts, taking a nipple in his mouth, pulling and letting it drop, then doing it again on the other nipple.
As he moves from one breast to another, the sensation of another warm body rubbing on hers starts to turn her on even more. She slides her body so that Mr. Collins' body is making full contact.
Bob sees and loves the effect he is having on her. He moves his hands to her trimmed mound - when did her legs spread open? - getting little resistance when he spreads her wet pussy lips and finds her erect clit. Nana moans softly as he starts to play and pinch her clit, his finger pushing the hood back. She opens her legs wider, so that she is straddling him. He is igniting a fire she thought had gone out years ago.
Nana battles her conscience and her mother's words about loose women who open their legs to strange men.
"What are you doing Nancy Brewer? You need to stop him right away," her conscience nags at her.
"I will stop him when he slows down, he might get angry if I ask him to stop right away," she responds to her conscience.
"Let's give him a chance to slow down. Then we will ask him to stop and explain what is going on," she justifies her silence.
