Last View. Home to Genteel folk.

 

By Prerafaelite © Copyright July 2002. All rights reserved.

 

Tom watched her as she sashayed across the room. Her tight uniform hugged her curves and stopped short a good four inches above her knee. Positively indecent. Almost as indecent as the silk stockings she wore. He knew. He has seen them when she knelt to make his bed every morning. He had felt them when she turned him over when she was on night duty.

 

She had the most gorgeous ass. Tom dreamt about it. He could see his hands sliding gently over the smooth, taught skin, could see his hand coil back, sprung loaded, ready to strike. One, maybe two passes over those tight buttocks, and then a loving caress, slipping secretly between her thighs to the hidden delights between. There was a delicious yearning in his dreams now. Sleep had become a welcome friend.

 

Tom remembered the sanatorium and Emily. They were young then. She liked to show off to him and he ended up loving her. She had been gone a while now, his Emily, he still looked for her on Sundays. The nurse reminded him a little of her, same blond hair and blue eyes that had a wicked glint in them, same teasing sort of laugh.

 

His head lolled to one side, the wing of the chair stopped it from moving further. His mouth gaped somewhat, in a caricature of his former self. He cursed his ageing body. His one good hand shook in anticipation of dinner arriving. That meant the tray table would cover his modesty when she came to feed him. He liked that best of all during his day, meal times that is, she would feed him, he would get almost hard.

 

Her name was Sarah; she would sit there, legs slightly parted and leaning forward. The zipper on the front of her uniform would be lower than it should be. Sometimes, Tom wondered if she knew of his reaction, if she did it deliberately. He didn’t actually care; the teasing glimpse of her corseted breasts was a moment of heaven in an existence of hell. The rounded fullness of her tits were hardly concealed and if he managed to strain slightly forward, he could peer down her cleavage and see the smooth line of her belly beneath her dress.

 

His fondest memory of Sarah was when he first came to the home. She had had a thing going with the night orderly. They used to sneak into his room in the middle of the night and hide in his bathroom. They all thought he slept like the dead. They didn’t remember he had been in the war, that he slept on a hair trigger, that he could play dead. That trait had saved him on many occasions.

 

They would screw in his bathroom, Sarah and the orderly. Sometimes they left the door open just enough for him to see. Seeing was good.  He could always hear. The slapping, slurping sounds of a fast and furious furtive fuck.

 

She had blond pubes, with lips swollen and pink. Sometimes the orderly (Tom couldn’t remember his name) went down on her. That was one of his favourites. She would wiggle against the guys tongue and make muffled mewing noises as she came. Tom frequently found that he wet the bed at those moments. She knew, he was almost sure of it.

 

She seemed to like flaunting herself. She was very careful that matron never saw her, that would have cost her the job. Tom thought that if the men here were capable, they would fight for this little strumpet to keep her, pity life could be so cruel.

 

That last night was just great. She put him to bed again, turned him on his side and made him comfortable. She knew he had a hard on, his pyjamas had gaped as she rolled him over but she didn’t say anything, she just smiled. Tom watched her wiggle her ass as she moved his wheelchair back from the bed.

 

Sarah looked at him and stood back. She peeled the zipper of her uniform down a fraction and exposed a sliver of her silk clad breasts.

 

“You like this don’t you Tom. I’ve seen you look even though you don’t speak. Thought I just might give you a thrill before bed tonight. See these tits? Well, we’ve got a new orderly and I thought I might show him later, what do you think? Should I let him see me like you do? Would he get hot too?” She smiled and moved away.

 

Tom’s frail hand strained to fondle his semi hard cock. Sarah drew her zipper up and swanned off like nothing had happened. Tom wet the bed again.

 

 

 

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