In the quiet, sterile environment of the nursing home, 85-year-old Theodore lay propped up in his bed, a frail figure with wisps of silver hair and eyes that sparkled despite his advanced years. He was receiving a sponge bath from his nurse, a young woman named Ashlyn, who was just 28. Her eyes were a warm brown, her hair a cascade of chestnut curls, and her smile could light up the dimmest of rooms.
As Ashlyn gently washed his chest, Theodore couldn’t help but feel a stirring within him. He looked into her eyes, and a slight blush crept up her cheeks. “You know, Ashlyn,” he said softly, “you’ve touched me more in the last few minutes than my late wife did in the last thirty years of her life.”
Ashlyn paused, her sponge hovering over his skin. “That’s sad, Mr. Theodore,” she replied gently. “What was your sex life like before the 30 year dry spell?”
He sighed, a wistful smile on his lips. “It was never very good, to be honest. We were more companions than lovers. There was a girl I chased in my 20s who could rock my world. Talk about the one who got away.”
Ashlyn resumed her task, her touch light and careful. Mr. Theodore looked to her and asked, “And yours? You’re a young woman with needs.”
She looked up, her eyes meeting his, and she saw the heat in his gaze. “You can say that again,” she said, her voice slightly husky.
Theodore noticed her glance downward, and he followed her gaze to see his erection straining against the thin sheet. Ashlyn bit her lip, her eyes darting to the door before she quickly closed it. She returned to the bed, her eyes never leaving his.
“Let me help you with that,” she whispered, her fingers tentatively touching his length. Theodore let out a soft moan, his head falling back against the pillow. Ashlyn’s fingers wrapped around him, her touch firm and sure as she began to stroke him slowly.
Then she started taking his cock in his mouth, and she looked him in the eyes as she sucked his cock with his penis going in and out of her mouth. Theodore’s breath came in short gasps, his body tensing as he neared the edge.
With a groan, Theodore came, unloading what felt like a gallon of cum into the young nurse’s mouth, his body shuddering as Ashlyn gleefully swallowed it while looking him in the eyes.
Then she got up and carried on with the sponge bath, and then putting the bath items away quietly, not saying a word for several minutes, as if nothing crazy just happened. Old Theodore also sat in silence, with a big smile. As Ashlyn left the room to go to her other duties, she turned back and said one last thing, “You owe me one,” she said, a playful smile on her lips. “Next time, it’s my turn.”
Theodore laughed, his chest heaving.
Ashlyn straightened, her professional demeanor back in place. “I’ll be back to check on you later,” she said, her smile warm.
But later never came. As Ashlyn left the room, Theodore fell asleep and never woke up again. Hell of a way to go.