Dean was a single man, early thirties, and was a bit of a nerd in many ways. He'd not had too many girlfriends in his life, and had only seen a couple of them naked and had sex with only one. He'd fallen madly in love with her, been dumped, and been a bit withdrawn around women ever since then. His work schedule on the EMS squad was perfect for him in that respect, as he often worked the late night shifts and avoided the dating scene. Bars had never been a favorite place of his anyway.
To further his skills Dean had taken some nursing courses at a local community college and become a nurse as well. This allowed him some other avenues for income and employment. One such opportunity that came along was private duty nursing for a couple. They really weren't too much older than Dean, maybe in their late fifties, and the family was nice. The husband had been severely injured in an automobile accident by a drunk driver and his injuries were the debilitating kind that eventually would kill him. The accident had been many years ago by the time Dean came along and the man had been reduced to being bedridden at all times.
The wife was an energetic type, looking younger than her years and especially the tiring times she'd spent caring for her husband. All their children were grown, out of the house and living in different cities, so the wife was dependent on a few private duty nurses to assist her. Dean liked working there, and usually worked the night shift so the woman, Joan, could sleep.
As Dean cared for the man he learned more about him, his wife and the family. They had been a very social family with many friends, but for some reason he never saw or heard of any of them coming around anymore. He'd noticed that more than the fatigue, Joan was affected by loneliness more than anything. More and more often she would sit up very late with him, chatting about the day when she should have been in bed asleep. Sometimes her husband would be awake and would join but never was awake too long.
When the spring rolled around there was talk of going up to Minnesota where the family had inherited a lakeside cabin. It was a very remote area with scarce neighbors and minimal access by a dirt road. The nearest town was 45 minutes away and as much as the husband wanted to go, Joan was too apprehensive about taking him there by herself. It simply wasn't safe for her to do so, for if anything was to happen to him she would be unable to transport him into town for care. Then one night in their chatting Joan asked Dean if he would be interested in accompanying them to the cabin for a visit of six weeks or so. She wouldn't be able to pay his fee for the whole time they were there, but could pay the standard fee for his night shifts, plus he'd have time to swim, fish, hike, or whatever he wanted. It wasn't a dream vacation, but getting away for a while seemed like a decent idea, so Dean agreed.
The time to depart came and it was decided that Dean should drive his own car and follow the handicap van the Joan was driving to transport her husband. The trip was long and they had to spend one night on the road, but when they arrived the scenery made the drive worth the effort. The tranquility was perfect, the isolation and peace was serenely calming, the air cool and clean, and the water inviting. It all seemed to pick up the spirits of Joan's husband too.
It didn't take long for the relaxed air of the surroundings to overtake them all. Joan had always worn modest clothing, long pants and loose shirts, her hair usually up in a tight bun and proper shoes. But around the cabin she'd taken to wearing very short cutoff jean shorts or athletic shorts. Her shirts went towards t-shirts and tank tops, and her very ample bosoms swung freely from the lack of a bra. It was the first time Dean had ever seen her not wearing a bra and her large tits were even more pronounced than he had imagined. Many times, most times in fact, her nipples had shown through her bra and shirt, but now they were not only evident but her clothing so sheer that he could often make out the rough edges of her large areolas as well. When they had visitors, for the day or even a few days, she would dress more conservatively, but as soon as they were gone she would unleash those puppies again.
One day Joan had taken Dean's car to go into town for groceries and a few other items, leaving Dean and her husband there alone for several hours. Dean was OK with that, as he'd often been along with him, but this day the man began to speak to Dean about his wife. In his broken and stilted manner of speaking he told Dean of their love life of their youth, of how they used to swim nude in the lake there in front of the cabin, of making love under the moonlight out on the dock, and sometimes going for days without clothing. He told Dean that he missed those days but not nearly as much as his wife missed them. He had been unable to perform in any capacity for well over a decade now and she was a woman of needs. He told Dean of how she had been a passionate and energetic lover, of her sexual drive and needs, and of how they had gone unattended to for too many years now. Dean was too naive to see where this was going and when the question came it smacked Dean in the face like a bolt of lightning.
Dean didn't know how to answer. Sure, he'd held visions of Joan in his mind many times as he pleasured himself, but this was a shock for sure. How was he supposed to go about seducing her? How could he perform knowing her husband was in the same house, and that he knew? Would Joan even be acceptable to such a notion? After all, she'd never even come close to suggesting such a thing. So Dean answered as best he could, "Sir, I would be honored if your wife wanted me for a lover, and I would try to fulfill your request as best I can. I am not very experienced, though."
Assurances were exchanged, and the older man then related that Joan's openness with her dress in front of Dean was her way of flirting, of playing with him to see if she still had what it takes to attract the attentions of a younger man. In fact, before they had planned to come up her they had discussed her possible affair with Dean. Joan's husband couldn't do much for her, himself, and he wanted Dean to give her what he couldn't.
