I had gotten myself into a terrible sleep pattern since I had broken my leg and wrecked my knee, I would sleep until about 5 o'clock in the morning and then I just had to get out of bed.
My wife would leave for work about 8 o'clock and then I had the place to myself all day long, but I just couldn't go back to bed. Then about two or three o'clock in the afternoon I was simply beat and couldn't stay awake.
It was summertime and I was only wearing thin baggy shorts and a tanktop plus the heavy bandage around my knee and the cast on my lower leg. I needed to have baggy shorts so that I could easily get them over my cast and my heavily bandaged knee.
It was on one of those hot summer afternoons that I was laying on the lounger on the covered front porch having a beautiful nap that was just chock full of wonderful sensuous dreams. They must have been wonderful because I awoke with a huge erection that was poking well through the bottom of my baggy shorts and the young woman that delivers the newspapers was stood at my side.
"I'm collecting the newspaper money, its $11.50, Mr. Green. How's your leg doing now?" She said coyly as she kept glancing down between my legs. I reacted without even thinking.
"Which one?"
"The one with the bandage, the other one looks like its doing just fine, swollen but fine." She said with a big smile.
"Oh, my knee is still painful Karen, but it's getting a bit better. The painkillers seem to help." I said to Karen who had been delivering our newspaper for many years.
"You need to get tighter shorts, I could see most of your hard dick when I came up the steps." She said as she chuckled.
"Oh sorry, I didn't know I was on display. I better go in and get your newspaper money."
"Don't be sorry, I just thought you should know about it, in case some young person came by."
"Well thanks for letting me know, I was fast asleep really."
"Yes, I know and probably dreaming, I've been stood here 5 minutes."
"Looking at it?" I asked.
"Yes. More or less." She replied with a smile.
"I thought you were happily married, Karen?" I said as I hobbled into the house and she followed behind into the kitchen.
"I was until he took off with a young chick, almost a year ago now."
"Well you're still a young chick, aren't you?"
"I'm 29 years old now, over the hill I guess. The chick he picked up was only 19 years old." She told me as she stood waiting for payment.
"I'm sorry to hear that but at my age you look like a young chick. Listen excuse me a minute Karen I really do have to pee." I said as I painfully hobbled into the bathroom and she followed and stood in the doorway.
