Nana is sitting in the warm Epsom salt bath. She appreciates how the soft water soothes her sweetly sex ravaged body. Bob has stepped out to answer the door. He said it was most likely the food delivery order. She gingerly puts her fingers into her anus, but the muscles are more relaxed now and she does not struggle to get them inside. She is enjoying a finger fuck when Bob walks back into the bathroom, shedding the t-shirt and shorts that he had pulled on to answer the door.
"Naughty, naughty Nana, you started without me," Bob admonishes lustfully as he steps back into the tub.
Nana smiles confidently, "I got lonely," she defends.
"I was gone for no more than 5 mins you bad girl," Bob protests.
"You have spoilt me, now my body wants you all the time," Nana answers sweetly.
"What do you say we get out of here and eat something, then we see how I can spoil it further," Bob suggests naughtily.
He helps her out of the bath, then steps out himself. They leisurely dry themselves, almost like they are teasing each other. Naughty Nana turns and bends at her waist, legs parted, to dry her feet. Bob looks at her ass as the cheeks spread and her puckered hole shows itself off to him, and remembers how tight and beautiful their anal experience was.
He flicks her ass with his towel; Nana bursts into a series of giggles. Bob moves closer to her and rubs her ass playfully. They walk out of the bathroom and down the stairs in the nude.
"I would like to reinforce the 'no clothes rule' as long as you are here. You have such a beautiful body and I need to keep it in my sight all the time!" Bob declares.
"I don't have a problem walking around naked, I do that at my house sometimes, and your reason to keep me naked and barefoot suits me just fine," Nana blushes as she says this.
Bob sets the table with some nice plates, cutlery, and crystal wine glasses as Nana unpacks the food.
He finds the bottle of Pinto he has been saving to share with someone special. He opens it to give it a few minutes to breathe, while Nana serves out the fish and chips.
The fish and chips are delicious and the two engage in easy conversation, talking about their childhood, parents, siblings and children. They talk like old friends, it's almost like catching up.
Then Nana asks the question that has been nagging her since she first saw him. She wondered what would cause a good looking and obviously sweet man like him to retreat to his house and never want to come outside again.
"How long have you been like this Bob?" Nana asks.
Bob looks down at his not so flaccid dick.
"Aah, just since this morning when I took the Viagra," he responds.
"Bob," she laughs nervously "Not the hard-on. I mean the agoraphobia?".
Bob is quiet for a while, then says about 9 years.
"Is that why you are retired?"
"Yes, it was not so severe at first, then it got worse and I couldn't cope," he says, a little despondently.
"If it's too hard to talk right now, I can understand," Nana says sympathetically, regretting asking the question.
"No, it's not hard, it has just been a long time since I thought about it; I push it into a corner of my mind and avoid it," Bob responds, sounding like he is a million miles away.
"Was it caused by something that happened to you while you were in the army?" Nana asks timidly.
"Yes," he answers flatly as he pops a chip into his mouth.
Bob tells Nana about his years in the service. He first joined the Royal Marines when he was 18 years old; he got recruited along with his best friend Johnny. It was what most of the boys his age were doing. His younger brother Simon would join two years later. The army promised travel, new friends, education and a chance to do something significant with your life.
For years he was mostly based at the barracks, training and studying at the same time, advancing his skills in IT and computer programming. He would travel often to Kenya for joint army training. He loved the country, and found the people warm, and the women beautiful.
The training continued, but when the UK got involved in Afghanistan in 2001 he went into the field as a logistics officer. He was still a soldier though and that meant that he went with the troops on field missions.
The atrocities that they were faced with every day; that a government would do this to its citizens was heartbreaking. He remembered the first time he came home on leave: he woke up screaming and disoriented not knowing where he was. The years that he was involved in the war were hard, he made friends though with some of the locals in Afghanistan, the US and Canadian armies. But he was never lucky in love and no matter how hard he tried he could never have a lasting relationship.
Two months before he was due to come back home, they were on a routine scouting mission, Johnny's troop were there providing fire cover and back up. They had to drive through a small section on a dry river bed in a deep gorge. This place always made them nervous and they drove cautiously through, making it without incident. When the following vehicle got into the gorge, they heard a series of shots in the distance then a blast above them that blocked out the sunlight.
For a few moments, there was an eerie silence before the shots restarted, now closer to them. Bob and the soldiers he was with returned fire in the general direction of the shots. They had driven into an ambush and they were greatly outnumbered. The shooting continued as the air cleared, but by then the following truck was engulfed in flames and no one could see any of the soldiers inside. Bob and the remaining soldiers still shooting ran to the car, but they did not get close enough to see much. There was a second series of blasts and all Bob remembers was being lifted high into the sky, then he blacked out.
He woke up in a hospital hooked up to a bewildering array of different machines. The doctors later told him that he had been in a medically induced coma for about a month, he had sustained serious head injuries and had to be sedated so that his brain could heal.
"By the time I came to, they had already buried Johnny, I never got to bury my best friend," Bob narrates in a voice void of feelings.
Out of the 10 men that went out that day, only he and one other officer survived that ambush. Survivors guilt was the first thing he had to deal with. Then more information closer to home began to surface, his brother Simon took the news the hardest, pushing him further into depression.
"Johnny's death hit Simon even worse than me, and for the next months as I was in recovery, I took care of him too, trying to help him through the grief,"
"Why did he take it so hard?" Nana asks with tears balancing in her eyes.
Bob explains that Johnny and Simon were lovers, he did not know at the time, but they had been together for a few months. Johnny had confided in Bob about being gay when they were in their twenties, but it was still a taboo subject in the army. Johnny was able to keep his sexuality hidden as he was a favourite with the girls. Bob always found it a little frustrating that throughout their childhood and teen years Johnny had always been the guy who got the girls.
The secrecy of the relationship with his brother though made him sad and angry. Johnny had been telling him that he wanted to talk to him and introduce him to his special someone. He was angry because Johnny never trusted him enough to have told him from the very start of the relationship.
The silence was thick and Nana broke it with another question "Where is your brother now?"
Dead - suicide. We were both diagnosed with PTSD at around the same time. Simon never came out of depression, he killed himself last year."
Nana blinks and the tears roll down her face.
"Bob, do you want to change the subject?" Nana asks regretting starting this conversation.
"Are you uncomfortable?" Bob asks as he watches her tears fall to the table top.
"No, I just don't want you to be uncomfortable or sad," she says and wipes the tears away.
Bob holds her head in his hands and wipes the remaining tears. He asks her if she wants him to continue; she tells him she would like that if it's not too hard for him. Bob says he feels that he is finally ready to talk.
"At the beginning of this year, if anyone would have brought up this subject, I would have thrown them out of my house. I would like to talk some more if you will listen, no one apart from my army buddies and the therapist has ever asked me about it," Bob says.
Bob narrates his story to the attentive Nana, both so caught up in listening and speaking that not even half the bottle of wine has disappeared. Nearing the end of his story Bob tells her how, for the first few years, his PTSD made him anxious and paranoid to the point where he was afraid to leave his room. He has progressed over the years to where he could come downstairs and even stand at the front door or look through a window.
