Important!
This story contains kinky fetishes with pee, some scat, young/old and sentences in French language (translation at the bottom)
Don't read on if those things offend you, or you find them disliking!
I had been working extra at a nursing home for the elderly while I was in high school, and continued working extra now and then, even after graduation. Now it was December and soon Christmas holiday, and several of the ordinary staff wanted a few days off...so fitted me perfectly.
Good working hours, chores varied and nice staff I worked with. Not all the things were fun, but many people appreciated that I was there and time passed quickly. Good in every way.
The days went by, the old ones were cute and friendly...liked to have me there.
When there were intimate things our elders needed help with, the girls in staff tended to the women and the boys the men, as far as possible. Not many older men complained about a pretty young girl helping them with private matters though. But now it was me this was supposed to be about, and what happened when I jumped in on the night shift.
I'd worked nights before. It was quiet on those passes, usually a little too quiet, but time passed anyway. We just had two new seniors coming to us, and it was especially one, Celine, that attracted my attention. She was 69 years old, from France and very beautiful.
She had had problems with incontinence in recent years, and had adjusted thicker pads and coasters in bed for protection. The thing is, I've always had an attraction to pee and pissy pussies, and a little to poop when I'm very horny. But particular the thing with flowing pee from a sexy vagina...the sound is, wow.
It almost never happened that any male did anything hygiene-related to the female seniors, but now the regular girl was free and the substitute was sick. So the bosses thought and hoped that I and another guy would get through this shift and night without incident anyhow. The other guy was just over ten years older, the manager of us, and not so keen and active at responding when buttons were pressed on and collecting trays with the coffee and sandwiches, etc. But it suited me well, as time went faster as I walked around, and also I took the opportunity to sneak in to Celine a little now and then. Pretended to have something to do in her room, sneak a look and smile, and many times she said something to me in French, which I usually didn't understand, but sometimes caught parts of it, since I always been interested in languages and French women.
So easy books and movies had done its part so I could understand her here and there, and as far as I knew, she understood English and could speak a lot too, but beautiful French woman as she was......most of the words coming out of that lovely mouth was in French.
It was a double room she was in where the bed opposite was free, which suited my imaginary affairs well, as I could do something by that bed, table or other silly transparent. Celine was far too good in fixing things herself, even with her arm in plaster...which had been the result of a very icy and poorly sanded sidewalk a week earlier. So most of it she managed herself, however, not toilet-stuff.
With an arm in plaster and a sore side and leg where she fell, it became too hard. Now she usually got through the night by not drinking much at all after dinner, and after regular day staff had gone home. But tonight she had been drinking coffee, plus refill and now her pad had filled up some.
As I slowed down just outside, opened the door and gently entered the room, Reset the alarm, and with a pounding heart, immediately realized what she was actually going to ask me for. This was a little more than when I took out the tray earlier and stood far too close to the bed, to accidentally touch her on the arm, hand or leg. Now she looked at me with a downcast look and down at her crotch, and said, "Je suis désolé."
