***After she received her sentence from Judge Freeman (Community Service at the Courthouse), Carla continues enjoying the attention of the old men in her life.****
It was difficult to concentrate on my college classes today knowing that I would be volunteering at Mom’s work. A nursing home full of men couldn’t be a bad place for me to serve my community service hours. I got wet just thinking of how I would flash and tease those old farts.
I drove in with my mom who always worked the 3-11 shift. I would take the 5:30 bus home then walk to the daycare center to pick up my baby brother. My sister worked after school so she is not usually home until 10 or 11:00.
Because of some policy I would not be allowed to work in the same wing as my mom, which was fine with me. As a volunteer I get to help with things like wheeling them around to their activities, filling their water pitchers, reading to them, or writing for them or assisting with fun activities. Everyday at 3:00 they had their music time. So I wheeled some old ladies to the recreation room. Even old people have cliques like we do in high school and they each had someone they wanted to be parked by.
As I walked down the hallway, one old man in a wheelchair slapped me in the butt as I passed him. “Hey! Cut that out!” Yet the old man pretended that he didn’t do it. I told the nurse and she told me to ignore him. I wheeled him in a corner where he wouldn’t hurt anyone.
All the folks were assembled together and an old lady with pink hair began to play the piano. She is probably one of the younger people there at the ripe old age of 61. I don’t know her story as to why she’s there. But the old men treated her like Britney Spears and all the old ladies talked about her behind her back.
While she played the piano and they sang songs some of the ladies got up and danced. It was pretty sweet. I sat on a chair by the door and watched a sweet elderly couple dance together. A very old man in about his late 70’s signaled me over to his wheelchair. He was so soft spoken I had to bend over to hear him speak.
“Put your legs together when you sit. I can see your bloomers.”
I was so grossed out and stood the rest of the time. I then wheeled him back to his room at the end of the hallway.
“Pink.”
“Excuse me?”
“Your bloomers. They’re pink.” He said as he smacked his lips.
“Do you like pink?”
“Do now!” He howled with a toothless laugh.
“Very funny Mr. Baker. You act like you’ve never seen pink panties before.”
“My wife always wore those big white ones. Yes, she liked white. Never seen colored one before.”
“Shut up!”
“Pardon me, young lady.”
“I mean really? No way.”
“Nope. Sure haven’t. Only black and white is what they had in our day. Only painted ladies wore red you know.”
“Get out of here. That’s crazy.”
Then he whispered again.
“Excuse me”, as I bent down hear him, “I really like pink.”
I bit my lip and looked around the room and whispered in his ear.
“Do you want to see them again?”
His eyes lit up and I hiked my sundress up before him. I then turned around so he could see the back.
He grinned, shook his head, and giggled at them as he smacked his hand on wheelchair.
I moved my dress back down and went back to work. On my way out, I went by Mr. Baker’s room to say goodnight. He was eating his dinner and just smiled at the sight of me.
“Our secret Mr. Baker. Shhhhhh ok?”
“Ssssshhhhhh.” He replied.
I couldn’t believe how wet I was knowing I had just showed my underwear to a very old man.
It took forever for me to dress for school today. I wanted to wear something special for Mr. Baker. I thought about some pink panties and matching bra under my jean skirt and pink blouse. He seemed to like pink a lot.
When I got there the charge nurse told me I had the same wing and residents for now on. It seems that Baker liked me and he’s been more social. She have me my action sheet and I skipped down the hallway. I took one of my ladies to the in-house beauty parlor to re-dye her pink hair.
It was then to gather everyone for music time again. This time I purposely spread my legs for Mr. Baker to see while no one was looking. I also let my bra strap fall from my shoulders so he could see they were also pink. He signaled me over and whispered that a young lady should cross her legs when in a dress.
“Yes sir.”
As I walked back to my chair I swerved away from “Spanky” the man who enjoys swatting my ass when I walk by him. “I’m gonna get you!” He laughed as he banged his cane on the floor.
I rushed through my chores with my other residents to get alone with Mr. Baker. Finally at the end of my two-hour shift, I knocked on his door. I told him I was getting ready to leave for home and just wanted to say goodnight. “Sunshine. You are my sunshine,” He sang to me. Did you like my panties Mr. B?
“Don’t know yet.”
I felt so sexy as this man eyes lit up while watching me slide down the straps of my sundress. While I only revealed my bra straps I felt my pussy begin to throb with excitement. I then slowly slipped my dress further up my thighs for him to see his prize. I heard his breath grow deeper while I slowly spun around for him. I was so turned on that I unzipped my dress and slipped the top of it down to reveal my bra.
“Oh my”, he gasped.
“Do you like what I wore for you Mr. Baker? Will you dream about me tonight? Will you promise to think about me while I’m gone?”
My dress then fell to the floor and I stood before him for just a few seconds and we smiled at each other. His gummy smile just cracked me up.
As I bent over to pull my dress back up he was able to see more of my cleavage and a moan escaped him. So I bent over his chair and allowed him to see inside my bra.
“Is that what you want to see Mr. Baker?” He could only nod his head in response.
“Would you like to see more Mr. Baker?” Another nod.
I then slipped my bra straps down and revealed my tiny breasts to him.
His shock made me unsure of his displeasure or approval but then I began to notice a tent in his baggy searsuckers. I moved my naked breasts closer to him and watched his eyes grow wide as I tweaked my nipples hard.
“Tonight I want you to slip into Ms. Betty’s room. I want you to play with her saggy breasts and think about how perky mine are. Remembering that one day you are gonna have mine for your very own ok? But I have to go for now ok?”
His speechless nod only made my nipples harder as I dressed and left the room.