"You'll go blind if you keep doing that!" I laughed at the dirty old man as he lay on his bed stroking his cock to hardness as I pulled the soiled sheets off the other bed in the room.
"But I wouldn't go blind if you did it for me then?" The old man chuckled as he raised his hips so I could get a clearer look as he cupped his wrinkly ball sack with one hand and rubbed his cock as fast as possible with the other.
I just shook my head and smiled.
"Come on Gail," he pleaded, "it'll be much nicer if a gorgeous young woman was doing this."
"Bugger off, you dirty old sod!" I chided him as I bent across the bed to tuck the sheet under the mattress.
"Ding-dong!" Charlie sniggered, "That's more like it girl!"
I slowly stood up when I realised that he had been looking at my knickers up my blue nurses' uniform.
"Ooh...if you'd only been wearing stockings and sussies I'd be finished by now!" Charlie hooted as he continued tugging at his stiff cock.
"Stop it!" I repeated myself, "You're too old to be doing that."
"When I'm too old to appreciate a sexy arse like yours; that'll be the day that they carry me out of this bloody place." Charlie sighed. He looked tired now and seemed unable to finish himself off.
To tell you the truth I was always a little bit flattered and turned on when Charlie or The Major, who shared a room with him, flashed their cocks or groped me when I was looking after them.
"Look," I whispered conspiratorially, "you know I can't do anything like that...I'd get the sack." "But you'd like to!" he grinned as his cock began to stiffen again, "wouldn't you?"
"Charlie...." I sighed as I sat next to him on the bed, "I can't...I shouldn't..." my fingers were now caressing his withered dick until it jerked back into life.
The old man made himself more comfortable and soon unbuttoned the top half of my nurses' uniform; releasing my ample bosom to his gaze.
"You'll get me sacked, you dirty bugger, if anybody finds out I'm doing this!" I whispered in a low voice as I curled my fingers around his trembling cock.
"Ooh Gail," he gasped as I wanked him, "why would I tell any body? This can be our little secret."
As I built up a nice rhythm Charlie began stroking and rubbing my tits through my bra like a sex-starved teenager.
"How big are these beauties?" he gasped when I rubbed my thumb over his purple knob.
"36 double d," I told him as he pulled them towards his face.
He went silent for the next couple of minutes contentedly kissing and licking my breasts as I tugged and rubbed his cock until I suddenly felt my hand become warm and sticky when he ejaculated and his sticky juice ran between my fingers.
Charlie soon flopped back onto his bed with a big grin on his face.
For some reason I actually felt quite pleased with myself as I washed my hands under the tap and re-fastened my uniform.
"Well really!" I giggled, "I don't know what came over me!"
"I did!" The old man laughed as he stroked his shrunken cock, "And bloody good it felt too!"
I shook my head and made him promise not to tell anyone what we had done. The cheeky sod only agreed when I promised to wear a pair of stockings for him later in the week!
This happened three years ago; when I worked as a ward nurse in a Private Retirement home. Two of my charges were Charlie and The Major. Both men were in their seventies and were the bain of the nurses' lives. They really were the epitome of 'dirty old men', groping the older women, talking dirty to the younger ones and given half a chance would show you their cocks.
I'd worked at the home for a year and was the only female nurse that wasn't afraid to be alone with them, as I was the divorced mother of three teenage boys and had been brought up with five older brothers. Nothing that these two old men did could embarrass me no matter how hard they tried.
Charlie was 78 and modelled himself on the suave English actor Leslie Phillips using all of his catchphrases. If you believed half of his stories he had been quite a 'ladies man' in his younger days.
The Major was a tall, thick set man; a little younger than Charlie and ex-military with a wicked sense of humour. Both men were quite charming and completely used to getting their own way. Together they were a nightmare; playing tricks on the staff and other patients; as they often told me 'they were growing old disgracefully!"
Charlie was as good as gold for the next couple of days until he reminded me of my 'promise' on the Thursday at the end of my shift. I was already one step ahead of him as I knew that I had to bathe both men the following afternoon. This should have been a job for two nurses but because of their usual behaviour I always did the job myself.
As promised I wore a nice pair of black 15 denier stockings with a matching blue 6-strap suspender belt and knickers under my uniform hoping no one in the home would notice the lumps on my thighs. My last husband had been a stocking fetishist so I still had quite a collection of sexy underwear including suspenders and basques.
I shouldn't have been surprised; but when I went into Charlie's room both men were already waiting in their bathrobes with big grins on their faces when I went to collect Charlie.
"You've told him, haven't you?" I laughed as I helped the Major into his wheelchair.
"We share everything," Charlie grinned, "don't we old boy?" "I can't say I'm surprised really," The Major cackled, "You look like a woman that needs a regular supply of dick."