An empty room, empty of a person, I had just finished cleaning up and tidying a room for a single person in a care home. The room consisted of a single bed in a corner, a wash room with a shower and toilet, a small table and two chairs. A large window with a net curtain, which could have done with a wash, I'll get that down some time.
I had taken the cleaning items together with the vacuum cleaner back to the store room; I was making my way back to the guest room to finish off. On my way back to the room I bumped into Grace, she was one of the residents there, she was eighty four and I shouldn't say this but, she didn't have all her marbles in one pot, she asked, "Hello Cloe, is he here yet?"
She referred to the new occupier in the room I was preparing. I said, "Not yet Grace, soon, do you want anything?"
Grace shook her head and walked off. I too walked back to the room and finished laying the table cloth, pushed the chairs into place and flattened out the bed sheets.
The room did not have a kitchen or a TV, those were central facilities for everyone, where they can meet around and get to know each other. And a bath tub is available on request, as one of the carers needs to supervise.
I was about three steps from the door on my way out, when I heard a knock on it. I opened the door and it was the supervisor of the care home Gary, who showed in the new resident, by the sound of it he was not pleased to be there.
Gary said, "Come in Ralph, this is Cloe, she'll be looking after you. So if you need anything Cloe's your person."
Ralph seemed to look unhappy and said, "I don't need any help, I shouldn't be here. How do I leave this god forsaken place?"
I put my hand out and said, "Hello Ralph, pleased to meet you, let me show you around."
Ralph in his grumpy gravelly voice said, "I don't need showing around, I need showing out."
Gary said, "Now come on Ralph, Cloe is just being friendly, she's the best we have here."
Gary looked to me and winked. Gary was always a dirty little sod. He had wanted to get into my pussy ever since I started here three years ago.
I'm Cloe, twenty one, five foot seven inches tall, sixty three kilo's. Red head, very short like a boy some would say; I would say 'Pricks.'
I work out a lot, I like to keep fit and strong, it helps me with the work I do and even if I say so I look fit. It helps me with the elderly to move them around from place to place, in and out of bath tubs, on and off wheel chairs, and so on.
There were twenty residents in the care home, twelve men including Ralph and eight ladies, ages range from sixty five to ninety three.
Ralph was the new comer and he was sixty six. He looked tall, at least six foot, stood proud, still a good head of hair, even if it was all white. He was in a smart navy blue suite, white shirt, blue tie, and black very shiny shoes.
He stepped into the room, he did not shake my hand, and I felt embarrassed and lowered it slowly. He looked , well, not handsome but he was not ugly and did not look old, he actually did not look his age at all, if I had met him in the street I would have put him at mid-fifties at worst.
He took another step in and looked around the place and said, "All looks very nice and clean for someone. Now where do I sign to get out this place?"
Gary passed me a folder and sort of pushed Ralph into the room further and said, "Okay Ralph, Cloe will get you settled in, I'll see you later."
Gary closed the door and left. The doors to all guest rooms do not have a lock on them for reasons of safety.
I smiled at Ralph and asked, "Would you like a cup of tea or coffee Ralph."
Ralph looked up and said, "I hate tea and I detest coffee where's the whisky?"
I smiled and went to hold his hand and said, "Now-Now Ralph, that's not the right attitude, let's make friends."
He still did not hold out his hand so I forcefully took hold of it and led him in and said, "Let's get you comfortable, shall I take your jacket."
His hand felt soft to the touch but ridged and hard at the same time, he was warm.
I went behind Ralph to ease off his jacket; he shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't want to get comfortable, I want out."
I said, "Okay leave your jacket on, let's sit down and I can talk you through some things we do around here."
He turned around and faced me and in a very stern tone he said, "Look here young lady, I told you I don't belong here now where's a phone I'll call a taxi."
He sounded very serious, but I'd gotten used to people taking like that. I said, "So you don't drink tea or coffee, we've established that, so how about some juice? Orange...Pineapple...fruit?"
Ralph turned to the big window which looked out to the gardens, the window was long and it stretched from one wall to another, over the headboard of the bed and came across to the other side of the table. The window had an opening section that ran along the top. I had opened that to air the room.
Then he looked at me in a funny way and said, "Young lady, I like juice, but not from what you have offered."
I looked confused, I said, "Okay, tell me what type of juice you like and if we don't have it, I'll get it in for tomorrow."
Ralph waved his hand and said, "Ah you won't have it here, and certainly not in the fridge."
I was even more confused and asked, "So what type of juice do you like that's not in our fridge?"
He waved his hand again and said, "Don't worry; I'll get my own when I'm out."
I grabbed his warm almost rough hand again and said, "Ralph you're in here, let's say for tonight anyway, give us one night. It's close to lunch time now and you're thirsty. What type of juice would you like with your lunch?"
Ralph stepped up close, I had hold of one of his hands and with the other he found the fold to my uniform, with his eyes fixed to mine he put his hand through and placed it onto my pussy. My eyes opened wide and my mouth almost dropped open. The heat of his hand radiated through the thin film of my panties, god his hand was so warm, almost hot. He was not rough in his actions and he did not grope me, he just placed his hand there and said, "I hope you don't keep this as cold as a fridge!"
'Oh my god,' I was lost for words, a sixty six year old man had his hand on my pussy and he wants its juice. 'Okay, okay,' I'm a third of his age and he thinks he can 'Show me a good time.'
I took it up as a challenge, how far could this old man take it, even if he could get his little pecker up. He's going to shoot his load as soon as he sees me naked, he's not even going to get his prick anywhere near my pussy.
I had to be professional, "Now Ralph, you're a naughty man, take your hand out!"
He didn't, he slid my pantie to one side and found, by then, my wet hole. He pushed his rough finger slowly up. He worked it up and down and wriggled it around.
Our eyes were still locked onto each other's, he had an expressionless look, I just looked into his steely eyes, my eyes started to roll. They slowly closed and opened, my grip on his other hand had tightened. My knees were going weak and oh my fuck I dripped, my pussy released its juice.
Ralph kept it up for three to four minutes then brought his finger up to his mouth and sucked it.
Old bastard said, "I've not tasted juice this young for a long time."
I gathered my thoughts and tried to compose myself and said, "Okay Ralph, you've had your fun, let's get you ready for lunch."
He was such a smooth bastard, he said, "I thought you were the one having fun...!"