Nicole walks up the 12 steps to Danny's bedroom, a walk that she can do in her sleep after caring for Danny for the past 3 months. She carefully walks along the left sided banister in order to avoid catching her legs on the chair lift attached to the wall on her right.
Danny is a handsome young man of 21 who suffered a minor spinal cord injury in a car accident four months ago. Nicole often wonders what he looked like before the accident: tall, slender, tan, dark hair, light blue eyes that appear cold as steel toward strangers.
Sometimes Danny's mother will let a wall down and tell Nicole a story from Danny's glory days: how he was a lady killer, or how he was captain of his college soccer team. Nicole is easy on the eyes herself, standing at an athletic 5'8", with long blonde hair and striking green eyes. In more recent weeks, she's certain she's caught Danny's eyes lingering on her 36C chest, though she's not let on. She can't imagine how difficult it must for Danny - a vibrant, physically fit, likely sexually active, young man - to suddenly be confined to a chair and sponge bathed three times a week by a complete stranger.
***
Nicole was hired after Danny's accident to bathe, dress, and feed Danny three times a week in the mornings, while his mother went out to run errands or take some personal time. Though Danny was very cold to her during her first two months on duty, Nicole would no longer consider she and Danny strangers.
Nicole used to approach the house and hear Danny's complaints to his mother about her through the window. It gave her some relief to know that he also disliked his physical therapist, who came just before Nicole to help Danny get out of bed and into his motorized wheelchair (the only thing that gave him any independence in the house).
The encounters between Danny and Nicole began as strictly business: Nicole would bathe Danny and get him dressed and fed. Then the remaining three hours until his mother came home were spent with Danny's eyes glued to the television and Nicole's to a book. This is just a job, she would constantly remind herself.
Then the day came where Danny asked Nicole what she liked to do for fun, and it was uphill from there with daily conversations.
The most difficult moments in those early days arose when Nicole was faced with encouraging a frustrated and, understandably, depressed young man that all of this was part of the "normal" road to recovery. Initially, when Danny was too fragile to be bathed in a tub, Nicole would have to do his sponge bath in bed.
During Nicole's first few visits, Danny's mother lent a helping hand with the bath until Nicole was reassured that she would not break Danny. Nicole would take particular care to be professional and gentle whilst bathing his genitals, though Nicole (nor Danny's mother) was not expecting his first erection to occur during their second bath as Nicole was gently cleansing Danny's ass and perineum.
Danny's mother promptly excused herself from the room and notified Danny and Nicole that this was her cue to fade out assisting during baths. In that moment, Nicole remained perfectly professional and reassured Danny that involuntary erections were a normal part of the spinal cord healing process.
But her mind also wandered. Perhaps erection wasn't the best word for what he had in that first incident, she thought as she looked at it. Perhaps a "stirring" was a more apt description.
As Danny got stronger and his recovery progressed over days and weeks, the erections became more frequent and more substantial. Nicole imagined that, as time went on, he would likely regain his youthful length and firmness.
As the weeks went by, Nicole started noticing that Danny's erections were coming more frequently, and not only during bathing.
One day in particular, she had unintentionally thrown on a low cut top. She struggled the entire walk up the stairs trying to both avoid cutting her leg (for the tenth time) on the chair lift and to keep the neckline above her cleavage. Nicole's fears about her shirt being too revealing were confirmed when she entered Danny's room and his cock immediately stood to full attention. She turned around and said, "Bath time, let's go," before he could recognize how deeply rosy her cheeks had become. After that incident, Nicole caught Danny taking more and more note of her body. She would catch him in a gaze lock with her slender legs, or with her cleavage, or any other part of her body that happened to be exposed at the moment.
Despite her best efforts, Nicole begins to embrace the sexual power she wields over Danny. This young man - a boy, really - who can't bathe or feed or dress himself. He is essentially a captor to her sexuality on a near-daily basis. She starts to feel guilty about that, knowing that he is unable to tend to himself or provide himself with any relief. Yet she doesn't stop herself from wearing shirts that are more and more revealing, or from sticking her perfectly round ass out in the air a little further as she draws the bath water, or from incidentally brushing her tits up against his cheek or his chest as she runs the sponge slowly along his arms and legs in the tub. The guilt goes out the door in those increasingly lustful moments.
***
She finally makes it to the top of the steps. Danny's bedroom is on the third floor and Nicole finds herself thankful for the regular thigh and ass toning that this climb gives her. She takes a moment to pause on the top step, takes a deep breath, and shakes her hair out. She looks up to notice Danny staring at her through the mirror in his room and, to her surprise, he shoots her a quick sideways smile.
"Hi, Danny," Nicole says, "Ready for your bath?"
"Ugh, I guess," he sarcastically replies, though Nicole senses something different - maybe playful - in his voice today.
Nicole removes her sweatshirt (she learned early on in this job to limit layers during baths in order to avoid becoming thoroughly soaked), and is now down to her thin white t-shirt. She's worn a bright pink bra that nicely compliments her perfectly perky tits, and is clearly visible through her shirt. Nicole helps Danny into the tub chair and starts running the water, checking the temperature against the back of her hand. She looks up to ask him a question and catches him gazing upon her face. He immediately blushes and looks away, and Nicole replies in kind.
After a long pause, Danny finally manages to stumble across his next comment. "I never realized how beautiful, I mean green, your eyes are."
"Oh, you're just being nice to me today," says Nicole, but she simultaneously feels her pussy twitch. What's wrong with me, she thinks to herself. He's just a kid by comparison. She looks back up at him and this time his eyes are making contact directly with her perky breasts. In an attempt to subvert his gaze, she lowers her eyes and inadvertently they settle on his cock, which she notices has begun to stir.
Nicole immediately turns her attention to the water, jumping up and saying, "Okay, temperature's good." Danny's cock remains hard throughout his bath, and while getting dressed. Although, neither of them mention it, Nicole's mind can't help but wander. This is the first time Danny's erection has been elicited from conversation with Nicole and not solely from incidental touching during his bath.
Nicole goes home that night and thinks about what happened. She thinks about the ways in which Danny may be lusting after her. She starts to touch herself gently. He couldn't reach his cock to take care of himself even if he wanted to. Her fingers start working more vigorously on her clit now. Nicole starts to wonder if she should offer Danny some assistance. At this moment and with this thought, she experiences a full and satisfying release. She knows what she needs to do.
