I started a new job as a home carer because the money's better as are the hours. I can also pick up admin work between times. I knew as the newbie I'd probably get the more 'challenging' clients. I was right.
To promote trust we would work with only one client. We had opposite members of staff and worked 12 hour shifts, 4 days on 4 days off. I mean it's personal care you don't want a stream of strangers seeing you naked or at your most vulnerable.
My opposite staff member was a young guy called Jamie. When I told him I'd been assigned to Mr Grant he seemed concerned and said he was 'handsy'. I took his warning seriously and told him I definitely wasn't too proud to ask for help or say if I couldn't handle it.
I went on to explain I'd trained with ASN (additional support needs) adults and part of this was Breakaway training so if he went for me I'd be able to get away and I'd keep my phone on me at all times.
I arrived at Mr Grant's a little nervous. A grumpy looking man answered the door, grunted as I showed him my ID and walked back into the house. He was about 80 or so with white hair and a week's worth of stubble.
Approximately the same height as me, 5'6", and medium build he was dressed tidily enough and his house was basic but clean. I started chatting to him.
I walked past him taking off my jacket as he sat in his high backed chair. Suddenly I felt a slap to my backside. Luckily I was stopping to hang my jacket on a hook by the side door anyway so he didn't realise how shocked I was.
A warmth spread to my pussy and I thought I'd have a little fun with him. I was wearing a simple white, short-sleeved shirt and tight, faded blue jeans.
I guessed he was confused. I carried on to the kitchen and called through asking if I'd like breakfast.
I heard him shuffling through but didn't look up. I sat out some dishes and he watched in silence.
He slapped my arse again but this time I expected it. After a few seconds I turned to see a puzzled look on his face.
"Cereal, porridge or maybe a fry-up if you have enough in your fridge?" I asked smiling.
"Er whatever" he said obviously confused at my lack of reaction.
I turned to look in the fridge and found it well stocked.
"Looks like a fry-up then" I said brightly "might as well start off on a good note."
I felt what I thought were his fingertips brush my arse then his hand cupping my cheek. He began rubbing it while I slowly took the breakfast things out. I bent down a little and his hand slid down to between my legs.
He ran his finger along my pussy and I noticed he was breathing heavily.
