This chapter brings us one final step closer to the ultimate act that was built up in chapter one.
Chapter Two - "The Nurse Arrives"
"Hello, Ma'am. I'm Ruby and I'll be visiting you daily over the next several weeks to see to your needs. Are you ready for your bath?" the nurse said quietly as she entered the room.
Jimmy was in the kitchen readying dinner for when the nurse was done. I nodded at the nurse, and she left the room to run the bath water in the master bathroom. As it was running, she came back in to help me to my feet and helped me into the bathroom.
"How is your ability to stand and walk?" she asked me.
"I have tiny fractures in the foot and ankle on this side," I said, pointing to the bandages. "They said they would give me about a week before I get a walking cast. They recommended assistance getting to and from places."
"Okay! I'll let you do what you can but I'll be walking with you to make sure you don't misstep and fall."
"Thank you," I told her as we began walking.
We arrived in the bathroom and she steadied me against the wall as she began to undress me. I was in a bad way and as she removed my clothing, I began to look at her in a way I never looked at another female. Yes, I had imagined my therapist doing things to my body, but I never took a moment to imagine her as a lover.
I would say that if I did have a thing for women at that point, Ruby wouldn't have been my type. She was very beautiful for sure. She was a red headed woman who reminded me of Dr. Crusher from the Star Trek show my ex-husband used to watch. She was pretty, but I would not have picked her out of a crowd. She was thin and had what seemed to be small tits. She also appeared older than I was, and that fact alone was likely enough to draw my attention to her. One could say my M-O was older and younger people. Those my age didn't draw my interest anymore.
I watched her gather the things she needed. I pointed out which shampoo, conditioner and body wash I used. She asked if I would like a shave and I paused before answering. Jimmy didn't give me the definitive impression she would be willing to shave everywhere that needed attention. She asked me again and I nodded timidly and fiercely debated asking if she would shave my pussy. It distracted me to the point where I failed to realize she was attempting to get me into the tub.
"Miss? Can you step in and sit on the seat?" she asked.
"Oh, Ruby, I'm sorry. My mind was elsewhere."
"I understand. I like to converse during this part of the care process. What's occupying your thoughts?" she asked as she went about her tasks.
The debate raged in my head, and I ended up losing.
"I was curious, Ruby, what shaving services do you offer?"
"Ma'am, we can provide whatever service you need. We only code major services to your insurance, not every hand movement," she informed me.
I was frustrated that she would not come out and tell me what she would do what she knew I wanted her to do. It must have shown on my face.
"Baths have a habit of making people feel significantly better both inside and out. Let's get you there," she said, again not acknowledging what I wanted from her.
She began by rinsing me down and shampooing my head. I enjoyed the feeling of her hands running through my hair. It had been a very long time since I was able to splurge on a full-service hair cut so, that was a treat. I was completely relaxed and, again, off in my own world. Minutes had flown by when I felt her apply shaving cream to my legs. My heart began to beat faster as I watched her moved the razor down in long strokes on each leg. She was slow and deliberate with her movements, paying close attention to detail.
When she was done, she rinsed me off again.
"Now, Miss, I think we're at the point of your inquiry?" she asked me.
I nodded slowly like a child overwhelmed by their surroundings.
"Then I need you to turn and face me, open your legs and lean back against the wall," she informed me. I was so happy she was doing this for me but panic suddenly struck me. I needed to tell her.
"Ruby, before you touch me there, I need you to know that I'm ultra-sensitive."
She began to dismiss my statement, thinking I was just being cautious.
"Ruby, you don't understand," I said, pausing to choose my next words, "I see a therapist about it. I'm a hypersexual," I informed her. I chose to use the word the therapist used as it might lighten the impact on Ruby.
She didn't seem moved by my confession as she continued prepping for her task.
"Ruby," I said softly, "if you touch me there, I'm certain I'll respond in a manner that will make you uncomfortable."
