I was one of those young people who didn't really give much thought to what I would do with my life as far as a career went. Oh, I had interests, sure, I even majored in one, biology. It was after I graduated that I realized that industries hired lots of chemists, but few biologists. The states hired a few each year but no where near the number that flooded into the job market every spring.
So, I went back to school, nursing school, and became a nursing administrator. That was ten years ago, I'm now thirty-six and have been with the Riverbend Care Center ever since, now the Manager of Nursing Care. So, I'm nicely paid, like my job and am well-respected by my peers.
If I'm able, I like to help our new residents move in since I already know them from the interview and contract process that precedes their residence in our facility. It's a large facility but is divided into three general sections ranging from assisted living to total care.
We often first meet people as they come to us for assisted living and that was how it was when I first met Susan Andrews and her mother, Betty Hudson.
Now, Betty was younger than many of those who come to us, she was just sixty-two, but her daughter wanted her closer and, in addition, she had not been feeling too well lately, nothing diagnosed, just not feeling well. I had wondered if it might be depression or anxiety but, that's up to the doctors.
So, Betty was moving in on a Saturday afternoon being helped, of course, by her daughter, Susan, who was about forty. They were both attractive women, Betty really only looked about fifty, nice and trim, nice figure, auburn hair, while her daughter, Susan, was quite pretty, dressed in a much more provocative way, it was a Saturday, of course, and she was in a short, yellow A-line dress. She did have the legs for it and, truthfully, being around so many women in their eighties, well, I did enjoy her presence.
They were moving her into one of the two-bedroom units and I had come over to make sure that the paperwork was all correct and that everything was proceeding well. We all chatted a bit and I left them to finish unpacking. Later I took some additional paperwork to be signed and we were in the spare bedroom when I noticed a massage table all folded-up against the wall.
"Oh, do you give massages, Betty?" I asked, thinking that it might be something our residents might enjoy.
"No, oh, no, I was having someone in once or twice a week. Do you provide massages here?"
"Not really except for those who need bathing, they do get lotion rubbed on but it's not really a massage."
"Mmm, I'll really miss that," she added.
She looked up at me from unpacking a box of clothes and asked, with a smile,"And do you ever give baths to the residents yourself?"
"Oh, Mom, Mister Decker is too busy for that," her daughter told her.
Being in the presence of two attractive women, I answered, "Well, I'm here for you so if you would like a bath or a massage, just how could I refuse you."
"Well, then, maybe later this evening?"
"I'll be here until about seven-thirty, I'd have time then."
I took the papers back to my office, did some rounds and later remembered my promise. So, when I was ready to leave, I pulled my car around to her building and let myself in, then rang her buzzer.
The door opened a few inches and Betty looked out.
"Oh, I was hoping it was you, Charles, come in," and she opened the door further, keeping herself back as I came in.
Then I saw why.
She was wearing a sheer, lacy housecoat and, unmistakably, nothing under it.
Well, no man is the master of his cock, mine lurched in my pants when I saw her. As I said, she was attractive and would pass for fifty any day.
"You're off duty now, right, Charles?" she asked.
"Right, I'm all yours," smiling, having an intuition as to where this might just lead.
"Then, let's have some wine, shall we?" and she poured us both glasses of Merlot.
She clinked her glass with mine, "Here's to my new life here and a lovely massage I hope we can both enjoy."
This wasn't leaving too much to my imagination. Our new resident was turning out to be a rather hot woman.
"I got things ready, Charles, come see," and she led me into her bedroom and there was the massage table all set up, massage oils ready and candles burning.
"We can start if you like?"
