A lonely lady finds joy in bringing some excitement to some men who really need it.
*This is work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons now or in the past is purely coincidental.*
Being a Ray of Sunshine
“This is great,” I thought. I was so desperate for something to do on a Sunday morning that I agreed to go to church with my friend Gwen. Oh well at least we could have an endless Mimosa brunch after.
The sermon really stirred me. It was all about finding joy in serving others. I felt kind of ashamed. I had a wonderful husband, even though he was away a lot, two great kids in college and, thank God, no money problems. I was just lonely. Once our youngest daughter was in college I was finally free to travel with my husband. Of course his next job was supervising bridge construction in a part of China so remote they had to bring in prefab housing for the staff. No Prague, no Buenos Aires, no Tokyo.
The sermon had its intended effect, between that and the volunteer tables conveniently placed so that you couldn’t leave the church without passing one. They had me.
The only question was what would I volunteer for? I wasn’t really attracted to working with animals or small children, and those seemed to be getting the most attention anyway. I knew when my mother and I had gone on visits to my aunt that lots of people in nursing homes don’t really have anyone to visit them, so I made an appointment to go talk to someone to see what I could do to help.
Bright and early the next day I went out to the home. The staff coordinator seemed happy to have me. She told me that while I was welcome to interact with the healthier, more able bodied folks, if I really wanted to be useful I could help with some of the folks who were in really bad shape. They might be recovering from surgery or some illness and going to get better, but some of them would not.
Well I did come to help. I just hoped I could make someone’s day a little brighter. I was given a badge with my name, Laura, on it and set out to help. That day went allright. I watched some soaps with a sweet old lady named Adele, played some cards with an old character named Bill and whatever else I was asked to do.
Two days later I came back. I was asked to read to Charlie an eighty two year old recovering from heart surgery. He was pretty frail, but he had a good thriller I’d wanted to read anyway, so we settled in.
The meds made Charlie doze a lot, so I would just keep reading and mark the place to go back to when he woke up. The book was good, so after awhile I must have gotten so relaxed I put my leg up over the arm of the recliner I was sitting in. I probably sat that way for a few minutes, one leg over the arm and the other curled up underneath me yoga style.
I glanced up to check on Charlie and saw him with a smile on his face staring right at my legs. I could feel my face turn beet red as I rushed to sit up straight. Then I realized he’d seen everything! I’d had my legs and everything else waxed the day before and since I didn’t want to get a rash, I wasn’t wearing any panties and a full skirt to let the air circulate.
I struggled to find where I’d been in the book, but I could see Charlie was still smiling. “You’re a character Charlie,” I said as I saw him glance that way again. “Takes one to know one,” he said in a hoarse, but definitely more cheerful voice, just as a nurse came in to do some tests.
I excused myself and walked off down the hall. I was surprised to feel that I was a little wet down there. I guess there’s joy in helping others after all.
The next day Charlie wasn’t doing so well, so I went back to see him. I didn’t really have a reason this time, but I wasn’t wearing panties again. When I went to give him some water he took my hand in the sweetest way and motioned that he wanted to whisper something to me. “Would you please do that again?” “Charlie,” I smiled in spite of myself, “you old rascal.”
Unlike the day before, Charlie dozed less and smiled more. A few pages further into the book an errant feeling came over me. Why not give the old fellow something that would brighten his day? Trying to make it seem unintended, I slowly parted my legs, hiking my skirt up higher as I did. He brightened visibly and when the nurse came to take his vitals, she remarked to me when she came out of the room that Charlie seemed much better than he had only a few hours before.
Well, you can’t argue with results, so I gave Charlie some more show before lunch. I’m a little ashamed, but seeing the sweet smile on his face was kind of arousing. All the way home I kept fondling myself and when I got inside I almost tore my clothes off in my hurry to get to the bedroom.
I tore into the drawer beside my bed and selected the longest vibrator I had. I stood in front of the mirror caressing myself with it and I have to admit, admiring myself. I’m slim, with long legs and a nice ass. I tan, but not too much. Even at a time when some of my friends are cutting theirs shorter I still wear my dark blonde hair just below my shoulders.
I liked the way my vibrator looked rubbing up and down, the point making my clit swell and turn bright pink. I lay down on the bed, in a frenzy now rubbing my clit with it and then putting it inside me. I spread my legs further and further, to get it as deep inside me as I could, plunging it over and over and then quickly pulling it out to rub my clit. I was moaning now as I could feel my orgasm getting closer. Soon, when the pulsing tip touched my clit I could feel the sweet release I was craving.
What had come over me? Was I some kind of pervert getting a thrill out of exposing myself to an old man, or did it just feel good to do something nice?
Once something is done, it’s much easier to do again. Now whenever I was with Charlie I would give him his little show. Sometimes I would just pretend to leave something in the room and come back to get it, bending over so he could see my ass. All the while he was getting better. He would never be young and strong again, but he was better. I liked to think I helped a little.
My next “patient” was a tall, debonair looking, older man everyone called Captain Jack. He’d been an Air Force pilot and then flown for one of the major airlines. He and his wife should have had a long pleasant retirement ahead when they were blindsided by a drunk driver. He had only just got out of critical care. His wife was still there, and it was touch and go.
I hoped I could hit just the right note of sympathy, while still being able to take his mind off things for a while. I’m not a big baseball fan, but I watched a game with him and when it was over, asked what he’d like to do next? He had a couple of picture albums he’d asked his daughter to bring when she flew in to visit. Beautiful pictures, a young man in front of the planes he flew and with his buddies and such. He had been a very nice looking young man. When I turned the next page I was almost dumbfounded. His wife looked remarkably like me. If you had put me back in time people would have probably taken us for sisters, if not for twins.
I was sitting next to him on the bed still gazing at my double when I felt his hand slide down my leg. “You sure were a beautiful bride Maggie.” Oh my God he was having a senior moment and thought I was his wife!
I didn’t know what to do. “Oh Jack, you say the sweetest things.”I knew I should probably leave, but I didn’t want to upset him so when he reached over and began caressing my breast I thought things had gone too far. “You need to rest, “ I said flushed with embarrassment, but somehow unwilling to leave the room.
I don’t know what came over me. I went over and sat in the easy chair, parted my legs slightly and slowly caressed the inside of my thigh. Like Charlie’s, his eyes flew to the place between my legs, and he too got a smile on his face just like Charlie.
Later what I did made me blush, but at the time it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. I pulled my skirt up a little more, spread my legs wider and began to caress my pussy lips. I was starting to get a little wet, especially seeing how thrilled he looked. I spread my lips and caressed the inside of them, slowly at first but with more and more force. Soon I was rubbing them hard and brushing my fingers back and forth across my clit until I could see it swell.
Oh my God I wanted to plunge my whole hand inside me, but I also wanted to go slow for my solo audience. I placed one, then two fingers inside me. It felt so good, I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop until I could come. I was moaning softly now which made him very excited. His eyes shone with an energy and intensity that hadn’t been there before, as I stroked harder and harder and placed three, and then four fingers inside me, I was almost clawing the walls with desire.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I pinched my clit in just the right spot as my other hand pressed deeper and deeper. Oh my God I was cuming in front of a stranger.
Several minutes later a knock on the door saved me from what might have become an awkward exit. I went over to say goodbye and he took my hand, put it to his lips and seemed to take a long sniff. “Captain Jack you sure are a ladies’ man,” the nurse chuckled, but she gave me an appreciative wink as I turned to leave.
I went on for several months like this, trying to tell myself that I was helping some sweet old men who couldn’t do me any harm. One day I was back with Charlie. He was about to return to a regular room, he had improved so much. There was much less privacy in the main living areas, so I knew this would probably be his last opportunity to enjoy my little show.
I settled into my chair and posed in what I thought was a very seductive way for him. I began massaging the inside of my thighs when the door swung open! It was the staff coordinator. How much had she seen and weren’t they supposed to knock?
My heart was beating a mile a minute. I hoped I didn’t look as scared as I felt. To my surprise she merely told Charlie how pleased she was that he was getting better. I thought I might be off the hook when, as she left she asked me to come by her office.
I was sure at the very least she would tell me my services were no longer needed, if not threaten me with legal action or arrest. I was scared to death, but I might as well get it over with.
I knocked on her door, announced myself and was asked in a surprisingly friendly voice to come in. “It’s allright Laura, a couple of the nurses and I knew what you were doing, we’re not going to tell.” It was as if a prison sentence had been lifted, but why? “There isn’t much we can do to brighten some of these fellow’s days, but you have. Every patient you’ve spent time with has improved and since making them feel better is what it’s all about, I think you’re doing good work.”
Could I be hearing correctly. Not only was I not in trouble, she was actually thanking me. I felt even better several months at the Volunteer Appreciation tea when I was given a plaque that said, “Volunteer of the Year.”
When my husband got back from China he teased me about my new “boyfriends” at the home, but he seemed really happy that I was so hot for him when we were reunited. I’m finally going to get a chance to go on a trip, but I’m not going to stay too long, after all there is real joy in helping others and I think I’ve found my calling.
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