Lucky Collision
'Where the hell did he come from?' She cried.
Jean was reversing her car out of her driveway and somehow managed to hit a cyclist. Although Jean was reversing slowly she hadn't noticed Scott the cyclist powering along the road with no intention of slowing down.
Jean clipped Scott's back wheel and sent him flying into the road. She got out of the car as quickly as she could and hurried over to him. Scott looked a bit shaken up and his legs were badly grazed. His pained face turned to anger as he saw Jean approach and try to help him.
'You stupid old bitch, couldn't you see me?' He growled.
'I'm so sorry, I didn't see you, please let me help you.' Jean replied guilt-ridden.
'I don't need your help thanks, although I will need some money from you to repair my bike.'
He got up and wheeled his damaged bike to the pavement and rested it against Jean's fence.
'Of course, I'll give you want ever it costs!'
'Maybe it's time you think about giving up driving.' He said self-righteously.
'I've never had an accident in all my life!'
Jean invited Scott into the house so that she could clean his wounds and also give him some money for his damaged bike. Scott agreed and followed Jean into her house.
'We need to clean this with running water.' Jean said pointing to Scott's bloodied knees.
Jean led Scott to her bathroom.
'Stand in the bath while I rinse your wounds with the shower.' Jean said.
'You don't have to do this.' Scott replied.
'Don't be silly it's the least I can do.'
Scott stood in the bath and Jean began to rinse the wounded knees. Jean felt strange being this close to a man at least 40 years her junior in her bathroom. A very fit young man by the looks of things. She began to admire his hairy muscular legs, broad shoulders and big strong arms. Jean couldn't help but look at the bulge in his lycra cycling shorts too.
'Very impressive!' She thought.
Jean had been a widower for the past 10 years. She had been on a few dates in the intervening years but men her age just didn't do anything for her. They seemed so old and decrepit. Jean still felt youthful and didn't see the point in wasting her time with boring old men. She was mostly happy by herself, she had hobbies and friends. There were times when Jean did miss the company of men though. Jean and her husband had an active sex life right up until their 60's. It was only in his last couple of years that Jean's husband could no longer perform properly due to ill health.
Once Jean had finished rinsing Scott's legs she delicately dried them and then expertly dressed the wounds.
'Seems like you know what you doing.' Scott said gratefully.
'Yes dear, I used to be a nurse in my younger days.'
Jean thought it was her imagination but the bulge in Scott's cycling shorts was getting bigger.
'Surely this lovely young man isn't being turned on by an ancient old crone like me?'
Once the dressings were completed they both went into the kitchen.
'I have some cash I can give you for your bike. I think it's in this drawer here.' Jean said.
'Don't worry about giving me any money.' Scott replied.
'Are you sure? I feel like I should give you something.'
'Well, there is something you could give me.' Scott said smirking.
Jean looked down at Scott's bulge. She was right it was getting bigger, it was now nearly a full erection.
'And what might that be young man?'
'I think you know what.'