Working as a reasonably handsome 23-year old male nursing assistant in a retirement community has its benefits. The population of this place is almost eighty percent women, and although most are over seventy, quite a few are still attractive for their ages. I sometimes get special requests from women for help, even when it doesn't seem like they really need it. I'm keeping this journal on my computer so that I'll remember these mostly wonderful women, and the experiences that they've given me.
I'm taking classes while on the job, but because of the shortage of nurses the company has given me emergency permission to work as a full nurse, even though I'm not one yet.
Today, for instance, Leah requested that I come to her apartment to help her take a bath. Now it's true that she broke both her ankle and her wrist falling down some stairs, both of which are now in casts. And it's true that her more elderly husband is already in a wheelchair, and has mild dementia, and so he can't help her. But why did she request me, and not, say, a woman nurse? Because she really likes me, as I found out.
Each apartment for residents is more or less like a regular apartment, but all are handicapped equipped, and of course they have available at all times staff, nurses and nursing assistants, like me.
I knocked on Leah's door, and she answered it.
"Oh, Ben, thank you for coming," she said, pulling open the door slowly, "It's so nice of you to help me with this."
Leah is seventy years old, but looks more like sixty. Her hair, which she wears medium length, is less than half gray. She's only five feet five inches tall, according to her chart, compared to my five feet eleven, but her strong personality somehow makes her seem taller.
Her face is still pretty, although like all people her age she has wrinkles. She wears a modest amount of make-up, usually including dark red lipstick, like today.
She has a curvy medium build, which I realized I was about to see more of soon. She was dressed in a white button down blouse, and loose but nicely patterned sweat pants. She hobbled as she opened the door some more while on her crutch, with her right ankle and left wrist, as mentioned, in casts.
I let myself in, and closed the door behind me.
"I'm glad to help in any way I can," I said, adding, "You know you're one of my favorites. But...I'm just wondering, why you didn't ask for one of the women nurses for help with taking a bath."
"Oh, you know me, I don't like to discriminate against anyone," she said, in her New York accent, even though she's lived in Florida for more than ten years.
She moved from "the City," as several residents call it, down here to retire.
"And anyway," she added, as we made our way toward the bathroom, "I already know that you have a gentle way about you, unlike one particular someone, whose name I won't mention."
She'd complained to me before about Lisa, by name, a nurse who's professional but rather brusk, and sometimes in a bad mood.
"Fair enough," I said, and added, "By the way, what's Isaac up to?"
Leah waved for me to enter the bathroom first, and as I did, she said, "Zack is taking a nap. My husband probably won't be up for at least an hour. But if we hear his bell you may need to leave me to see what he needs."
She hobbled in, and I closed the door behind her. Resting her crutch in a corner, she leaned against the wall of the spacious bathroom, which is designed to have room enough for a wheelchair to get around.
She smiled at me, and said, "Well, I'm sure this is old hat for you. Where would you like to start with me?"
I smiled back, a little nervous, and said, "It's not old hat at all, Leah. As you know, I'm only a nurse in training. Although I've bathed a few men before, I've never bathed a woman. And now that you know that, would you like me to call one of the other nurses?"
She said with an amused look, "For everything there is a first time. Isn't that right Ben?"—I nodded, and smiled, and she went on—"Yes, right. I like that you're a virgin—when it comes to bathing a woman, that is. I'll try to break you in gently. "
I laughed a little and blushed, and said, "Well okay. To start with, since your hand is in a cast, if it's okay I'm going to undress you now, all the way."
Leah deadpanned, "I've been looking forward to it, Ben. Why don't you start at my top, and work your way down."
I smiled and went over to her. We were now quite close, and I could feel her warmth. Our eyes met, and we both smiled. I was glad I'd recently brushed my teeth. If I'd leaned down I might have kissed her, although I don't know why I thought of that. I noticed that she had a slight hint of a nice-smelling perfume about her.
"Thank you for letting me help take care of you, Leah," I said, as I started unbuttoning her blouse.
I was able to undo all of the buttons fairly quickly, and gently take her blouse off over her shoulders. Then I dropped the fabric on the vinyl floor.
Leah was standing there now in her white lace bra, which revealed the tops of her medium-sized breasts. Her soft tummy had an innie belly button, and there was a light line of hair below it, which I realized was a trail to her....
I swallowed, looked back up at her breasts in her bra, and then wondered if this brassiere unfastened in the back.
Seeing my wondering look, she said to me with a little laugh, "Ben, this bra unhooks in the front. You're going to need to put your hands on my breasts to get it undone. But it's okay, because remember you're about to wash my bare boobs in the bath soon anyway."
"Yes," I said, with a smile.
I took her directions literally, and put both of my hands on her warm breasts, which are generous. I could feel her nipples seeming to harden against my palms through her bra, even as I held onto the clasp, and looked for how it came undone. I started to breathe a little more heavily, and was trembling slightly as I held the clasp while feeling her breasts.
Leah said, in her same amused voice, "I don't think a man's been so nervous about undoing my bra since I was in my twenties. You're not really a virgin, are you?"
I laughed as I finally got it undone, and said as I slowly removed her bra to reveal her breasts, "No, I had a few girlfriends in college, but nothing...lately."
As I was removing her bra my fingers were brushing her soft bare breasts for a couple of seconds.
"See, that wasn't so bad," Leah said, watching me staring at her now bare tits, which were larger than I imagined they'd be.
"Yes, very nice—I mean, I'm glad I finally figured it out," I said looking at her somewhat droopy but still attractive breasts, with their nice hard nipples and large areolas.
"Well, that was the easy part," she said, "You should probably get down on your knees next, to take off my pants, and then my panties. But first, why don't you lock the bathroom door, so we can have some privacy, just in case Zack decides to come in. There's the other bathroom, but sometimes he gets confused."
"Oh, okay, sure," I said, and turned and pressed in the button on the doorknob, which clicked.
I turned back to her, and looked at her breasts, which seemed to almost stare back at me, and which I wanted to caress, and then I looked up at her eyes.
I said, "I'm sorry, Leah, I'm so new at this. Are you sure you want me to keep going?"
"Yes, Ben," She said, "You're doing fine. You're treating me like a flesh and blood human being, and not like a big doll. Keep going."
I got down on my knees and got ready to pull Leah's sweat pants down. I saw why she wore these—they were baggy enough so that they fit over the cast on her ankle and foot. But still, it was probably going to be a bit of a challenge getting them off that thing.
I caressed her hips lightly, and said, "Okay, Leah, I'm going to take off your pants now. It might be a bit tricky as I get these over your cast, and so if you need to, hold onto my head for balance."
"Sounds like a good plan, Ben. I'm glad you're thinking things through," Leah said.
I slowly pulled down her pants on each side at the same time, which slowly revealed her pink panties, which were decorated with little blue flowers. Her tiny fuzzy treasure trail did of course lead right down to her crotch, where I could tell that under her panties she had a bush. As I kept revealing the rest of her panties, I noticed a little wet spot on them lower down, but of course said nothing.
Soon I was wresting the sweats over her cast, which involved lifting up that foot, and she then indeed did clutch at my head, with both her good hand, and the one in the cast, and in doing so pressed my face against her panty-covered pussy.
She said, "Whoa, I'm little unsteady, sorry," as she kept pressing my face against her crotch, and I inhaled her mysterious and musky scent.
"It's fine," I said, basically talking into her crotch, "It's good you did that to keep your balance."
We both laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation. But I was sure she could tell I was getting really turned on, and it seemed like she was getting turned on too.
Finally I got her pants off, and she regained her balance, as we both laughed. But now I was fully aroused. My cock was rock hard. My outfit was the standard-issue one that they gave us—a loose light blue top and loose blue slacks, with my name embroidered on a pocket. I actually had three identical outfits, which I kept laundered. The cheapskate company that runs this place only gave me my first one for free. The others I had to buy myself.
Anyway, I was almost sure Leah could already see, if she looked down, that I was hard.
"Okay, Leah," I said, trembling a little, and looking up at her to see if I still had permission, "I'm going to take off your panties now, and then run a bath for you."
"Take your time, Ben," Leah said, looking down at me, and suddenly kind of serious, "And, obviously this won't true with your other patients, but with me it's okay if you look—and touch."
I wasn't completely sure what she meant by that. I mean, I wanted to read it as a sexual invitation, and it seemed like it was. But it could also be read as her just stating the obvious—you're about to see my pussy, and that's okay—you don't need to pretend to look away. And while giving me a bath you might touch me there, and that's okay too.
Anyway, I slowly lowered her panties, with my hands holding them on each side of her hips, slowly revealing Leah's bush. It was dark, like the hair on her head, but with just a few grey hairs here and there. Soon I saw that Leah has prominent pussy lips emerging out of her mound, even with her legs only slightly apart. This was surprising and alluring. My two girlfriends in college had small inner pussy lips.
