Older hospital volunteer shares his passion for helping with a young nurse.
Cassie smiled at Henry as soon as the elevator doors opened. With his red nose, face makeup, and colorful Halloween costume, she watched him clomp down the hall in his big, red clown shoes that pointed to the opposite sides of the corridor. Her smile turned into a laugh, when he honked his horn.
"Honk! Honk!"
"I knew you'd be here," she said taking his arm and escorting him down to the children's ward. "I didn't tell the kids you were coming, just in case you hadn't come. I didn't want to disappoint them."
"I'd never not show up, when I said I would. I can't disappoint my little friends," said Henry with a smile knowing that he didn't want to disappoint her either.
As much as he came to the hospital to cheer up the children, he came to the hospital to see her smiling face. She was as pretty as any fantasy women he thought about, while masturbating away his loneliness, his horniness, and his sexual frustration. Recently, he's been thinking about her a lot, whenever he felt the need for a bit of sexual relief, which seemed to be daily.
She was his big reason why he came here to the hospital. As if just being given an adrenaline shot or a boost of testosterone, just looking at her pretty, smiling face, made him feel ten years younger. Even though he was so much older than she was, even though she was so very young, not even half his age, he had a crush on her.
He ought to be ashamed, nearly old enough to be her grandfather, definitely, her father, and possibly, her really older brother, he didn't feel ashamed, just elated that someone like her gave someone like him a bit of attention. Never having been attracted to younger women before, he was attracted to her now. When and how it happened, he didn't know; it just did and he was glad it had. Never has he masturbated as much, as when he thinks of Cassie in his arms and in his bed.
After his wife died, he's been sad and depressed, maybe he's just lonely. Maybe he's just going through something. Definitely, he's crazy to think that she remotely feels the same way about him. For sure, she's not going home to masturbate over him, in the way that he masturbates over her.
"We get a lot of that here. Actually, we get too much of that here," she said with a sad little smile on her pretty, blonde headed face.
"What's that?"
"Disappointment. People promise to come, even some celebrities make promises they don't keep blaming it on their busy schedules. The professional athletes are the worst. Most of them are immature airheads and most times, they only come here, when they know they'll get their photo in the paper or on the nightly news. Instead of honoring their commitment and coming in person, they send a donation to cover their guilt with their confession that they couldn't bear to see so many sick and dying children," she looked up at him, as if she was going to cry. "Only, what if it was the children that said, we don't want anyone to visit us? We can't bear to see so many happy and healthy people."
She had a point. She had a way of seeing things that put his priorities in perspective and he liked that about her. If only he were thirty years younger, he'd sweep her off her feet. If only he was thirty years younger, maybe she'd be interested in him. Only, he wasn't thirty years younger. He was an old, dirty man thinking sexy thoughts about a young, pretty nurse who was nice to him because it was her nature. She was nice to everyone.
"Forget about those people, Cassie. Put a smile on your face," he said tickling her side and beeping his horn again. "Honk!"
When he tickled her side, his fingers accidentally brushed by the side of her bra clad breast. He felt enough of her bra beneath her scrubs to imagine the rest of her breast. His cock twinged with the thought of her in her bra and panty. As soon as he accidentally touched her in that way, his mind was filled with images of in her underwear, of her topless, and of her naked. Even with her baggy scrubs, he could tell she had big tits.
"Okay, okay, stop tickling me," she said laughing, before giving him her trademark Cassie smile.
As soon as she smiled up at him, he got her all wet with his water gun rose that was prominently displayed on his oversized collar. If this was the only way that he could get someone like her wet, he'd settle for that, just as he settled for occasionally coming here mostly to see her and glad to receive all the attention she paid him. Especially after inadvertently touching the side of her bra, he'll go home and masturbate over that later, while imagining more.
"Sorry," he said with a laugh. "Did I get you all wet?"
"You have no idea," she said under her breath.
Afraid to ask her to repeat what she just said, did he hear her correctly or did he imagine it? Nah, she'd never get wet over him. He felt his heart skip a beat with the imagined thought of her getting wet over him. If only she could, if only she would, he'd be happy with whatever amount of time he had left, just at a crack to be with her.
"C'mon, c'mon," he said waving his hand. "It's time to pass out some trick or treat candy to my buddies," he said rushing ahead of her.
"You're so wonderful, Henry," she said quickly catching up, when he waited for her, before they started walking again. "It gets to me, some days more than others," she said. She stopped walking and he stopped with her, when she pulled him aside.
"What?" With a hand behind her back and his fingertips feeling the back of her bra, he reached out to catch her, when she looked as if she was going to faint. He imagined pulling her close and kissing her. He imagined brushing back her blonde hair and--
"We lost Julie last night," she said wiping a tear from her eye.
He was stunned. Julie was such a nice, little girl and there was talk about getting approval from the FDA to try an experiment drug on her, but it was too late now.
