He lay in the sun on his lounge chair, the sun felt good on his nude body. It made the skin on the graft tingle a bit. He guessed he shouldn't get too much on it. He felt the heat on his penis. He felt an erection growing, he smiled, he hadn't had one in a very long time. He put his hand on it and softly stroked it a couple times. He pulled his hand back guiltily. He thought about it for a moment, why not? He grasped it again and rubbed his hand the length of his rod.
"Ahem!"
He turned and saw a tall black woman watching him. She was strikingly lovely. He pulled the towel over his groin.
"I didn't mean to startle you," she said. "Can I help you with that?"
"Well, Ah, I don't know. I guess so, if you want to."
She kneeled beside him and pulled the towel down. She watched his cock start to twitch. She smiled and looked at him. She grasped his shaft and slowly stroked it up and down. She watched him as she placed her full lips around the head of his cock. She moved her mouth up and down, her tongue caressing the shaft as she moved. One hand stroked with her mouth and the other gently played with his balls. She felt him tremble, she felt his pulse in the veins in his rod pulse quicker, his breathing was faster, and he started to moan. She increased her pace and was rewarded by a blast of sperm in her mouth as his body stiffened and shook. She smiled and wiped her face with the towel, then cleaned him with it.
"Thank, you for that, it seems forever since I had an orgasm."
"You don't remember me do you?"
"No, I don't believe I do. I don't think I would ever forget you."
"I am Bertie Mae Franklin."
"Bertie Mae! How are you? I never really got to meet you, both of us were in bad shape I guess."
"I am really very well now, much better that you are. That is why I am here."
"Why is that girl?"
"Mr. Bill, you got yourself shot and all cut up saving me from those niggers. I have come to look after you. I inquired about you from the States attorney's office and they told me you are having a hard time recovering. They said you can't afford the cost of a nurse to help you, and you need a physical therapist to get you on your feet. I owe you. I will take care of you. I will get you on your feet, it is the least I can do. Now I want to look at those legs. Oh! They are so atrophied, you need a exercise program to build them back. I know how to do that. Where can I put my things?"
"Your things?"
"Yes ,I am going to live with you until you are better."
"This is only a one bed room house. Just one bed."
" No problem, I will find a way."
" You don't have to do this. It was not your fault I was hurt. It was those thugs who did it, not you."
"Listen, Mr. Bill, No one ever did anything for me in my whole life without expecting something back. Until you jumped into my life. What you did was pure and sweet. You helped me without knowing who I was or what was going on. You didn't care according to what you told the cops, you just couldn't stand to see a woman beat on like those animals were doing to me because I wouldn't whore for them. You were almost killed and I owe you my life. When your life is back and you don't need me I will leave. OK?"
"I don't know what to say."
"How long have you been out in this sun? And how the hell did you get here?" He laughed, "I scooted out here on my little mechanic's creeper. It scooted off over under that bush when I was getting off of it."
"Is that how you get around?"
"Yep, That is the only good thing about terrazzo floors. My legs won't handle crutches yet so I just scoot around. When I get where I want to be I haul myself up. Some one swiped my wheelchair a couple of days ago and they haven't replaced it yet."
"How did some one get a hold of your wheel chair?"
"The boy who drives me to therapy forgot to lock the garage door. We find it easier to leave it here and use one of the wheel chairs at the clinic."
"Let me get my stuff off the porch and I'll be back for you."
"Kick the creeper over here and I'll get in myself."
Bill watched Bertie Mae as she moved around the small kitchen cleaning up after dinner. She wore shorts and a halter top. He smiled to himself. She was certainly better looking than the other care givers he had before. In fact she was beautiful, down right gorgeous. She was about five foot ten he guessed, about 135 pounds, all in the right places. She had a coffee with cream skin color and jet black hair worn in a page boy cut. She moved easily around the small room with grace and flowing movements. He noticed she moved and bent much further than necessary at times, at first he thought she was teasing him, then he realized she was exercising as she worked. His eyes stayed glued to her, he ignored the TV knowing there was nothing on the tube as enjoyable to watch as this female. Finally she was through and she sat down in the chain next to him.
"What is on?"
"On what?"
"On the TV, silly, that's what you are watching isn't it?"
"No, to be honest I was watching you. You are beautiful and move like a dancer or model."
"Thank you, Mr. Bill, I have been both, but I am too old and heavy now, and I have put on a lot of muscle since we were hurt. I went back to my martial arts training to get back in shape when I got out of the hospital. I don't look it but I am as strong as an ox now. I have gained a lot of upper body strength. Your chest and arms look pretty good. What are you doing for them?"
"Just lifting my useless lower half around."
"I am sorry, I didn't think?"