It might have been the eleventeenth of Octembruary for old Jack. At 76 he sat in his living room looking out through the panoramic window for his carer, a younger woman of 32 who would soon be there to ensure that he was washed and properly dressed. What was it she had said, something about it being a special day today? He had no idea, one day being no different from the next or last. She had been coming to see to him for more than four years now and he always welcomed her. She even came at weekends to see that he was faring for himself properly although she didn't make any charges for that. Poor old Jack couldn't even remember her name.
An attractive woman, Theresa could have had any man that she wanted but had chosen to remain single. Caring for him had become a compulsion, but it was his birthday today and she wanted to do something special for him. The truth was that somehow she had somehow fallen in love with him, she had no idea why or how it had happened, after all he was 44 years older than she, no longer in his prime. She only knew that he had always been respectful and kindly towards her, even to the point of buying her expensive Xmas and birthday presents. She had amassed a valuable nest egg of jewellery through his generosity and knew deep within herself that she wanted to give him something back, but until a couple of days ago had no idea just what.
A professional Carer, Theresa had formerly been an SRN but elected to work privately for those who could afford her, making more than three times the amount she had been making as a nurse. Of twenty clients, Jack was the only one she ever saw every day and at the weekends. He had no relatives, lived totally alone and often being unable to get out, crippled with arthritis, she had arranged for weekly doctor's visits, a chiropodist and even cooked his meals. Making up plated meals to store in the freezer for him, things that were far beyond the normal remit of a Carer, but she enjoyed her work and in particular enjoyed being with Jack. Some of the stories he had told her of his youth would make others cringe or make their hair curl, but only she knew, that his stories had always turned her on. Jack wasn't senile, but occasionally forgot to do things for himself.
Theresa loved being with him and saw to it that he had everything he needed, once, when she had been washing him she had felt his hand stroking her behind, but said nothing while secretly enjoying his touch. Several times while washing his genitals her gentle touch had started an erection in him, this did not happen every time but when it did her pussy would always moisten. Once or twice, under the pretext of going to the toilet she had masturbated at the thought of that weapon hard and inside her. She could not miss that he had quite a big package down there. Often when laying in her bed at night she would masturbate with thoughts of him fucking her or her fucking him.
One night it had come to her, hit her like a stone in middle of her forehead, his birthday would be next month and she wanted to give him something very special. Theresa decided that on his birthday she would bathe him on the bed, get him hard and fuck him, that would be so special.
As Jack continued to watch from the window he saw her red Ford Ka pulling up outside and went back to his chair to wait for her. He couldn't understand why her coming every day was like a breath of fresh air to him. Neither did he notice the packages she had brought with her.
Although a struggle Theresa eventually managed to open the front door of the bungalow, after setting some of the packages down. Retrieving the remainder she told Jack that today she was going to spend the whole afternoon with him, conveniently one of her other clients had been admitted into hospital that night before, leaving her free to spend some time with him on his birthday.
As Jack looked at her, he felt that there was something different about her but couldn't quite put his finger on what it might be. Instead he asked her what all the packages were.
"All for you Jack, your birthday presents from me, you have always been so good and kind to me that I wanted to give you something back. For now, you can just open your card, we'll save the packages until after I have bathed you." Without waiting any longer she asked if he had any breakfast or lunch.
He answered that he had toast for breakfast but had not yet had any lunch.
"Don't worry Jack, Theresa is here now and she will see to lunch for you, but first you need to be washed, please wait there while I get a bowl of hot water. Returning with the bowl, a couple of towels, flannel and soap, she began to help him out of his pyjamas.
It not being a cold day, surprising for the time of the year, Jack sat there naked, unembarrassed by his nudity in front of Theresa. There was no part of him she hadn't seen or touched, but he still knew there was something different about her today, if only he could think what it might be.
Standing astride his legs she gently washed his face and his head, making sure that no parts were missed. Surreptitiously, while in the kitchen she had undone the top two buttons of her freshly ironed overall, unbeknownst to Jack, she wore absolutely nothing underneath, and already her pussy had become moist with anticipation. Gently she dried him off before stepping back to wash his chest and back.
"You seem different today Theresa, something not the same, your attitude seems brighter and you smell lovely, I like that perfume you are wearing, what is it?"
"Perhaps I'm different because its your birthday, and I know you like this perfume, so I put it on just for you, it's Paco Rabanne, one of my favourites too." Saying that she leaned forward for him to get a better smell, knowing that her uniform would gape and he would be able to see the soft swell of her breasts. 'Might as well start as I mean to go on,' she thought.
Jack breathed in the perfume and also looked deep down between her cleavage, seeing there the most luscious pair of breasts he had seen in a long while. "Love that perfume Theresa, thank you for sharing it with me."
"My pleasure Jack. Now lean forward so that I can wash your back." The fact that Jack now had a semi hard-on did not go missed, her full bust had done its job well, 'I hope Jack is as up for it as I am,' she thought, going behind him. She wanted him to touch himself, as he had before in her presence, so while she went behind him, and watched as she washed, it came as no surprise to see him gently stroking and his cock reacting to the touch.
'Mmmmmm,' she thought, reaching through the buttons of her uniform with her dry hand to have a quick rub of her clit, 'seems my boobs turned you on, well I must admit that your cock has turned me on more than I was when I arrived, I haven't had sex for more than a year now, and oh baby, I am so hungry for it.' Quickly she dried his back and popping open another button went around to kneel in front of him to wash his feet and legs.
Theresa knew that he now had a full blown hard-on and as she worked her way up noticed that he still had it in his hand. 'Oh goodness, it must be around seven inches, who would have though that a man his age could get an erection like that. Still, Charlie Chaplin had fathered a child at eighty something, so she shouldn't be surprised at his size.'
