My name is Adam. I've been living alone for the past ten years. Had a few live-in ladies during that time but on my own the last year. I mostly visited Senior Centers scouting for those lonely ladies that hang out at such places. Had a coupe of hot ones... guess they figured it might be the last fucking they were going to get so they give it their all.
Their pussies aren't as tight as they once were, but most do know what to do with what they got. One told me, "If you want tight... fuck me in the ass." ... and I did. Must admit I love sucking on big nippled hangers. Now nothing makes you feel better than eating a seventy-year-old pussy and bring her to a screaming orgasm. Only to have her turn around, remove her teeth and give you the best gummed blow-job of your life.
Admitting to be a cad, wouldn't you know it ...? I got my just deserts. On my seventieth birthday I slipped on a god-damn throw rug broke my right leg and hurt my right wrist. Struggling to get to the phone I called 911 and got an ambulance to take me to the hospital. After a bunch of test they figured it was just a broken leg and a badly sprained wrist.
They said I had to make arrangements for care before they would release me. Well it's one thing to fuck old ladies but another to ask them to take care of you and wipe your ass. Feeling frustrated, I got cranky with the poor nurses and aids who were trying to help me. Most just ignored my cantankerous behavior but for one sweet aid who seemed to take a special interest in my wellbeing even though I wasn't one of her regular patients.
Tanya was a tall, beautiful, twenty-eight year old, African-American woman. She had very short black hair; I think they call it a buzz cut. She had a great smile, big brown eyes and full red lips. Always having an eye for a pretty woman, she caught me more than once staring at her rather large tits. She would laugh it off and call me, "a dirty old man."
My insurance was running out and they were going to send me to a god-awful nursing home unless I couldn't find someone to care of me at home. Feeling more and more depressed I blurted out my situation to Tanya. She sat on the edge of my bed and told me she had done private duty care from time to time and thought she could work me into her schedule, if I wanted. I looked into her big brown eyes as tears of gratitude swelled up in my eyes. I confirmed with the social worker that I had made arrangements and she and the doctor released me.
Tanya changed out of her hospital scrubs and followed the ambulance that took me home. The ambulance driver took me in the front door and left me there. Tanya helped me negotiate the rest of the way in the house, with my crutches and sore wrist. I was struck how sexy she looked with her big hoop earrings, dressed in her tight fitting all white top and pants contrasting with her lovely dark skin.
"What would you like to do... take a nap?"
"Hell no... I've been napping and confined to that damn hospital bed too long."
We moved to the kitchen. "How about some lunch? ... Do you have any thing to eat?" She said as she rifled through my pantry. "Oh here's some soup and crackers... will that do?"
I sat at the table and made small talk while watching Tanya's ass cheeks jiggle as she bustled around the kitchen. Serving the soup she noticed I had trouble holding the spoon steady with my left hand so she sat next to me and feed me. Of course every chance I got I brushed up against her full bosom.
With a sweet smile she said, "Finish your soup like a good boy and I'll give you some of these cookies I found in the cabinet."
Wiping the crumbs off my chin Tanya said, "What would you like to do now?"
"I'd like to have a decent bath ... rather than those sponge baths that other gal gave me in the hospital."
Nodding, Tanya helped me to my feet and putting my arm around her neck she helped me hobble into my bedroom.
"Can you undress yourself while I run the water?"
"I'll try." I pulled my pants and boxers down over my cast, grabbing my robe from the chair next to the bed.
