I got a really bad infection on my knee and had to be rushed to the hospital to get iv antibiotics and then I was brought to a rehab center to recover. It was weird. I was 45 and in a nursing home with old people. They said I would have to stay for a month. I soon bonded with some of the staff including especially this nurse around my age named Mary.
There was something about her that made her so attractive to me. She wasnt hot in the traditional sense. She didnt have huge boobs or a shapely ass. In fact she was overweight but her face was beautiful and she radiated happiness. She would come into my room ever night, ask how I was, and even sit and chat for a bit. One night when I'd been there for a few days she came into my room.
"How you doing?" She asked.
"Better now that your here," I quipped.
She blushed, "You are so sweet, " she said back
"Listen, the aides are real busy tonight but I have a few minutes, have you had a shower since you've been here?"
"Why do I stink?" I asked.
"Haha. No seriously, you up for a shower." I wasn't sure. I had barely got out of bed for weeks. Basically only to shit. I peed in a urinal. Talk about degrading.
"I don't know. I barely can walk."
"How about a bed bath? I can clean up the important bits."
I must have looked mortified.
"Don't worry," she laughed, "I'm a professional. I've seen it all."
I mulled it over.
"Ok."
"Great, be right back."
A few minutes she came back. She had tied her hair back. I really studied her face. It was, frankly, stunning. Her eyes were set the perfect distance apart. She had perfect shaped stunning brown eyes. Her lips were luscious and natural red. Her mouth was slightly large but not too big. She carried a basin, some soap, and several washcloths.
She went into the bathroom, filled it with water, and came back out.
She peeled back the sheet. I was wearing just underwear.
"Can you get those off?" She asked. I tried and failed.
"It's ok," she smiled, "lift up your butt." I did as told and she pulled them off and I lay there in all my glory. I was embarrassed. I knew I smell.
She grabbed a washcloth. "Arms up" she ordered. She washed my underarms. Then dried them with a towel.
Next she focused on my belly and then my legs. I could feel my cock stir.
She smiled at me.
"So it is alive," she laughed. I blushed.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be." She said and grabbed another wash cloth. She grabbed my penis with one hand, pulled down my foreskin and washed it expertly. Then she followed up by washing my balls quickly and expertly.
"Roll over," she ordered. She used the second washcloth to clean out my dirty asshole.
She dried me and then helped me into new underwear.
