At eighty-two years old, I thought all I had left to do was wait to die. When I got real sick, the agency sent over a girl to take care of me for a few hours a day. Ginger was one of those real brainy girls who graduated from high school when she was fourteen, got a degree in pre-med by the time she turned eighteen. She was working for the agency to help pay her way through medical school. It was nice having someone to visit with and she wasn't hard to look at, either.
In the course of our conversations, while she worked at getting me back on my feet, I found that she was doing a study on geriatrics for her doctoral thesis. "Hell, that's an easy one," I told her. "Wrinkles are contagious. You catch them from your grandmother when you're a kid. Every kid gets kissed by their grandmother and that's when they get infected. The disease takes about thirty or forty years to show any symptoms. And there you have it."
"What if I told you I didn't have a grandmother?"
"Then you'll stay young and beautiful `till the day you die."
"But what if I kissed you?"
"Why'd you want to go and do a thing like that? You'd be infected for sure."
"I have a theory that youth is contagious. Old age is a naturally occurring phenomenon and youth is the cure. Do you remember reading about Frasier the Lion a few years back?"
"Yeah, that old circus lion they retired out to some African Safari place and he sired a couple dozen litters of kittens. He was around all those young lionesses and he still got old and died eventually."
"Yeah, but he lived a whole lot longer than he normally would have and I'm sure he died happy. Just you wait. I'll have you up and around in no time."
By the end of winter I was feeling much better. Ginger started me on an exercise program including walks in the park. She sure knew what she was doing. The spring air and exercise was doing me good. I was feeling better every day. Ginger would pick me up wearing the skimpiest little shorts, tennis shoes, and a little top that would display her mammalian attributes to their best advantage. As we walked, she would hold on to my arm as if I was her beau so that her ample breast would brush against me. Yes, it was having an effect on me.
During a doctor's exam, Ginger suggested to him that I start a more vigorous exercise program. A few days later she took me to the gym on the campus to try out some of the machines. After I changed into my shorts and a tee shirt, Ginger met me in the gym wearing a little leotard that bunched right between her butt cheeks and left little else to the imagination. Just as it was starting to get difficult concentrating on my exercise while watching her, four other girls came in wearing only their gym towels.
"I thought this was `Girls Nude Exercise Night,'" a bubbly little blond said.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot all about that," Ginger said. "Maybe we should leave."
"Your friend looks pretty harmless," a leggy redhead said. "You can stay and finish up if you don't mind us."
"Of course you'd have to lose the leotard," a slim, dark skinned girl said. "After all, it is `GIRLS Nude Exercise Night.'"
"You wouldn't mind, would you, Harry?" Ginger said to me.
I was flabbergasted. All I could think to say was, "Your little outfit isn't hiding much anyway."
"That's great!" Ginger said. She bent down and gave me a little peck on the lips. I was a little surprised and I swear I felt a little spark shoot right through me straight to my groin. Watching her wiggle out of her tight little suit started that spark to smolder. We made a pretense of continuing my exercise program as the other girls went about theirs, oblivious to their delightful nakedness.
Ginger was the absolute perfection of bouncy youth as she demonstrated the workings of the machines in her all togethers, but the sights of the other girls lifting their weights, their breasts swaying to their movements, was really getting to me. The real corker was when the leggy redhead sat down on this leg exercise machine where she pressed two pads together with her thighs then let them spread slowly apart again. A quick glimpse of the bright pink orchid nestled between her smooth thighs was all it took. My penis, after being flaccid for so many years, decided on its own to begin swelling. I sat down on a nearby bench in embarrassment as my offending member continued to grow.
"What's the matter? Are you alright?" Ginger asked as she jumped up and came over to me. The other four girls dropped what they were doing and gathered around, looks of concern on their faces. The room was instantly filled with the heady aroma of healthy young females, causing me to swell to full tumidity.
Ginger busied herself taking my pulse. I leaned over to her. "I have an erection," I whispered in her ear.
The sweetest smile came on Ginger's face and she turned to the others. "Harry's all right," she said. "The excitement of exercising with all of us girls working out naked might have been a little too much for him."
"Ohh, I see what you mean," a little brunette with the pointiest breasts I ever saw said, looking at the pup tent in the front of my shorts.
"That is the most sincere form of flattery," the leggy redhead said. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about. May we see it?"
"I've got great grand daughters older than you girls. I'd feel a little foolish."
"Harry, you should be proud of what you've accomplished," Ginger said. "We are all mature women here and we're happy to have given you some pleasure."
My shorts were getting uncomfortable anyway, so I stood and pushed them down, my swollen, red member standing out from my bony body. It was the only part of me where skin wasn't sagging.
"Every time I see a hard dick, it makes me want to jump on it," the well stacked little blond said as she sidled up to me. "Harry, can I just slide that up inside of me for a minute or two?"
