When my Uncle was checked into a fancy retirement home I tried to visit him once a week, especially since I was the only relative he had in our city. Everyone in this wing of the retirement community had their own large bedroom and bathroom, and then there were communal rooms for eating and other activities. The residents varied from seemingly more or less together to quite out of it. My Uncle was forgetful, but doing okay, and I felt like maybe he'd been checked into the memory care area prematurely, because they charged a lot more, and my Uncle was fairly well off. But he was slowly declining, and so I did understand it. When I visited him we'd enjoy some ice cream together, chat about the news or whatever else, watch TV, and sometimes take a short walk around the grassy park-like grounds, which were fenced.
Uncle Charlie really enjoyed my visits, and asked me each week to visit him again the next week, saying, "You know, Teddy, no one else visits me in here regularly. My out-of-town relatives only visit during holidays or in the summer, just once or twice a year."
I always agreed to come back the next week. As I was slowly walking out after one visit, trying to nod and say hi to some of the elderly people there, a few of whom I was starting to recognize, and who were starting to recognize me, I heard a woman call to me from her room.
"Psst! Young man! Come here, please!" She said, smiling, and she beckoned me with her finger into her room.
She looked to be younger than most here, maybe in her late 60s, and was sitting in her bed in her white flannel nightgown decorated with blue flowers. She had medium-length grey hair, and pleasant and even pretty face. I also noticed she had a good figure for her age, and clearly wasn't wearing a bra. The outlines of her nipples were showing, and the nightie was low cut enough to show a bit of her cleavage.
Overall, she had a put-together look for someone in a retirement home. She clearly carefully brushed her hair, brushed her teeth, did her light amount of make-up precisely, and had on a very light amount of a pleasant perfume.
As I walked in wondered if she thought I was a male nurse, but since I didn't have a uniform on, obviously I wasn't. But maybe her mind wasn't quite right, and so I went in to see if there was something I could get for her.
"Hi there," I said, standing right next to her bed with a friendly smile, "Is there anything I can get for you? Would you like me to call a nurse or someone else?"
"No," she said quietly, and almost conspiratorially, "I just want someone to talk with. My name's Norine, and you seem like a nice and handsome young man. I've seen you around before, and I was wondering if you'd sit and talk with me for a while."
"Oh," I said, "Hi Norine, nice to meet you. My name is Theodore, but if you want you can call me Teddy. And yes, I'd be happy to visit with you for a little while, but I'm hardly a young man. I'm fifty-five."
She looked very happy, and said, "Nice to meet you, Teddy! And you are just like a human teddy bear. So handsome. Well, fifty-five is young to me, and you don't look a day over fifty. How old do you think I am, Teddy?"
Trying to underestimate, I said, "Sixty?"
"Oh, you flatterer," she said, but looked pleased, and then added, "I'm seventy, Theodore. Do you think I'm pretty?"
I said, still trying to figure out her mental state, "I think you're looking very nice today, Norine, really. But again, is there anything I can get for you, or....?"
"No, silly," She said with an ironic smile, "I just want to talk with you. I already said that. Are you that forgetful? Maybe you should be in here instead of me? Won't you talk with a pretty woman for fifteen minutes, or maybe more?"
I laughed a little, and said, "You're right, Norine. You did say that! And I do remember."
Pulling a chair up next to her bed, I said, "Well, anything you'd like to talk about, my new friend? I'm open to talking about almost anything."
She said with a smile, "That's better. May I hold your hand while we talk?"
I took her hand, which was warm and soft, and she said, "That feels nice. Tell me who you came in to see, Teddy, before you started visiting with me? Is Saturday morning your regular visiting time?"
"It's my Uncle Charlie, just a few doors down. And yes, Saturday at nine in the morning is our usual visiting time. Since it's now around ten, it's about an hour each week."
"Oh, I know Charlie," she said, "A nice man. But kinda forgetful. But now that you're visiting him, could you come visit me each week after Charlie? Please? My husband passed away several ago, and my other relatives rarely visit me. Honestly, I think they just put me in here so that they could sell my house and take my money. But anyway, are you married? What's your profession? Will you promise to visit me again?"
She seemed to be pretty sharp for someone in this place, but I realized I needed more time with her to really get a better sense of that.
"Sure," I said, "I'll visit you again, Norine. I've been a widower for two years, since my wife passed away from cancer. I teach art history at the university. And I guess it could get lonely here, even surrounded by all of the employees and other residents."
"Thank you for promising to visit me again, Teddy," she said, and then put her hand on my leg and started rubbing it slowly back and forth.
She went on, "A professor of art history! Wow, that's wonderful. I was a high school teacher of history myself for thirty-three years. That will give us something to talk about. But I'm sorry about your wife, Teddy. And yes, it does get lonely in here for me. I like some of my neighbors, but some of them are pretty far gone."
She went on, saying, "And the way they treat most of us here? We're human beings. We have feelings. Except for my favorite nurse Maria most of the staff here are, well, it's a hard job, but sometimes they could be nicer. And honestly, the dating pool here is not what I'd hoped."
My legs were somewhat spread, and suddenly she reached out with her hand and started gently feeling my my balls and penis through my black jeans.
I was shocked and seemingly paralyzed, and she pleaded with me in a whisper as she kept fondling me, "Please let me feel your penis, Teddy! Just for a minute. Please! I haven't felt one in so long. Oh, your balls are so large and warm, and yes here's your nice penis, and it's growing for me."
"Norine!" I said, and putting my hand on hers I gently but firmly moved it back to the bed.
I also put my legs together, which seemed awkward and slightly silly, but I wasn't sure what else to do.
"Sorry, Teddy," she whispered, but she looked more mischievous than sorry, "I knew you wouldn't let me if I asked you. Now you think I've lost my marbles, don't you? But at my age there's just less time. If you want something you just have to do it. I was hoping you were a man of the world, a man who could understand that a woman's desires can be just as strong as a man's."
I laughed, and said, "Well, yes, Norine, I think I am a man of the world. And I maybe I would have said yes if you'd just asked."
Then Norine smiled and whispered, "Okay, Teddy, thank you. Would you let me feel your penis through your jeans for another few minutes?"
I was still somewhat shocked, but said, "Aren't you worried that someone could come in here and see?"
