Years ago Denver had retired from a career enlistment in the military and at the age of 50 decided to settle into a quiet rural area where he had been raised as a child. A few years had passed and although he dated he was still lonely at nights. His days in the military had always had a strict itinerary and structure, and he had never formed a serious bond with any one woman because he knew that any day he could be called to a different base or front to serve. Although those days were long gone now he wished he had payed more attention and sowed a few oats that had found root and given him an offspring.
But that was neither here nor there now, here he was at 52 and still in good shape, still working out and running but starting to show a little graying finally through his black hair. He was also starting to develop a small bit of stomach over his once six pack abs.
This is when the story took a turn for the worse, on July 11, Denver was out running and made one misstep and stepped into a hole in the woods. He twisted his knee and felt an agonizing pain. It was all he could do to sweat, and claw and crawl his way back to his little rustic cabin to call for help.
His head spun from the pain and the next thing he knew he was waking up in the hospital hours later having been rushed in, and had immediate surgery on his knee. He had torn a blood vessel as well as his ACL and he would be recuperating either in the hospital or at home if he could afford a private nurse the doctors told him. He knew that his retirement and healthcare would pay for a private nurse and he desperately wanted the privacy of his own home.
So with the arrangements made on July 13th he was picked up in a car by a cute little twenty-something nurse and escorted home. He could put no weight on his knee and simply struggled to limp in even with the girl's help.
They had made small talk in the car and he had found out she had graduated nursing school one and a half years ago and was indeed just now 22. Her long black hair and full lips mesmerized him as they had talked. He had watched the sun give her raven locks a shine and with each word she spoke his cock had twitched at her lip movement.
Denver realized as they drove away from the hospital that he didn't even know this beauty's name. He would soon rectify that but he had other thoughts wondering through his mind as well. Such as was this nurse going to help him with his day to day activities for instance bathing, going to and from the bathroom, so on and so forth. He decided the best approach here was the to be straight forward and ask.
"First of all my new private nurse dear, what is your name."
"Oh," she giggled, "silly me where are my manners, I am Constance, but everyone calls me Connie."
Denver smiled he rather liked the way Constance rolled of the girl's tongue and thought he would much prefer to call her that as opposed to her shortened version. "Well, Constance, I think I will call you by your given name for a while at least it sounds more...um just prettier I guess."
Constance looked over at Denver as they pulled up to a stoplight, she wondered if the old man had been about to say sexier but figured she would find out if he was interested in her later today. She had a little surprise for him tomorrow if he was and she liked what she saw from him today. Constance had just ended long term relationship about two months ago and then flung herself into her work, not allowing herself any downtime for bar hopping or any sexual enjoyment. Maybe it was time to change that she thought.
"Denver, you can call me anything you want," she teased, batting her lashes at him as she spoke playfully, "you are after all the boss for the next few months."
Denver let this all sink in, was she openly flirting and leaving open ended responses as a form of foreplay, he hadn't been with a girl this young in that way since he had been about thirty, so more than likely right around the time she was born was the last time he had received interest from a pretty, young girl of consenting age.
"Well, Constance it is then, alright, I also have a few questions of formality that I would like to address before we get back to my home. By the way you will need me to help direct you anyway unless you know your way around the back country here. Also just a passing thought but unless you have stocked up on groceries we may need to stop before we leave town."
Constance was ahead of him as she was turning into the local supermarket even as he said this. She had anticipated that Denver had lived a bachelor's life out in the country and figured in case of bad weather or impending devious thoughts roaming her mind she would like to stock up and not have to leave the cabin for a week or so if it could be helped.
Equipped with a wheelchair she managed to help Denver do quick shopping that took nearly an hour as he steered the chair around the store pointing out things he would like to have. As they left the store and loaded up the station wagon the nursing service provided her for transportation like this one she realized there were a few other items she really wanted to go back in and get without his presence.
"You stay here in the car Denver, and I'll be right back, I realized a moment ago there were a few items I forgot to get."
Denver watched as the nursed ran back into the store from his seat in the car. He was mesmerized once again by the sway of her hips and the way her breasts pressed against the thin t-shirt she was wearing.
Another hour later and they pulled into the cabin's driveway and started to settle him before unpacking the groceries and her belongings. Denver had found out along the way home that she would indeed be giving him sponge baths and helping him use the bathroom at least for the first few weeks. He couldn't get the bandages wet and she knew he couldn't bend his leg with the stabilizer on so he would need assistance propping his leg up before he could be left alone to use the bathroom. She assured him these were routine tasks she was used to after working in a nursing home for the better part of a year and that he needn't be ashamed.
Later that evening after eating a delicious meal she had prepared Constance came into his bedroom with a rolling cart and two large tubs of water. "Alright Denver, time to wash you up and get you into bed for the night."
Denver couldn't help but notice the girls beautiful smile as she relayed the steps that she was about to take in undressing him and bathing him. He was a bit distressed over the fact that he hadn't maintained that hard body he had still had a few years ago but still pulled off his shirt to reveal a moderately well toned chest and only slightly pudgy stomach.
"Well, sir, from where I stand you're still as handsome now as you were in all those pictures in the foyer."
"Thank you Constance, but I have let myself go slightly the last year or so, no one to impress and I don't go out on the prowl much anymore so there isn't a need to stay as perfect as I always thought I had to be."
Constance smiled and gave a small sigh as she untied the string to the sweat pants he had on. "Now don't be nervous, all men have penis' silly and yours is just one more to add to the list I have seen on duty."
Denver hadn't felt this awkward around a woman in years but something about Constance and her way of speaking made him a little at ease and he also felt he would be struggling to not gain an erection as she washed him.
