The retired nurse and the virgin

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Sarah Heart

age: 48

Hair: Natural blonde shoulder length

height 5 feet 3 inches

eyes: bright shiny blue

Breasts natural: 34C with long nipples

May 2016 Retired hospital nurse Sarah heart is mowing her 6 acre yard when she is midway through her task she see's.

Greg Simpson a 19 year old young man who is in a wheelchair following a vehicle accident that killed his beloved mother and caused his father to turn to alcoholism.

She waved at him but he just put his head down and kept going home "I wonder why he does not speak or even look at me? he must be very shy."

After finishing the mowing Sarah went inside took a cool shower dressed in her nightie and ate supper after cleaning her kitchen Sarah worked on her latest short story and she went to bed.


"A few hours later she heard a loud noise on her porch she got out of bed ran down stairs and opened the door. Then she looked down and saw Greg laying on her porch his body covered in scraps scratches bruises and his clothes in torn up.

"Oh my god Greg! where is his wheelchair at? oh my Fucking god! its behind my fence gate! he got out of his wheelchair climbed over my fence gate and crawled down the my mile long driveway toward my front door."

she carried him inside and sat him down in one of her kitchen chairs and began to mend his scratches and scraps. While she mended them she saw some bruises on his face.

"Greg did your father beat you? because if he did I will call the cops and have him arrested and charged with assault and battery. just because your mother died and he is a drunk does Not give him the right to abuse you."
 
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Greg looked up in a daze into the concerned face of the woman whose porch he had managed to crawl to. How he had managed it he had no idea, his legs were useless to him now or rather he hoped just for now, the doctors had told him he might, just might recover given time and lots of care. "I don't know how I got beaten , it may have been my father but I can't say for certain" he managed to croak reaching up and tugging at her blouse in an effort to sit upright.
 
Here let me help you I place my hands on my shoulders and help you sit up straight "Greg I can tell by the brass knuckle's marks it was your father's doing."

After patching up your various cuts and scraps I grab my Maglite flashlight

"Greg stay right here I am going to go get your wheelchair."

I go outside in the pitch black darkness open the gate and retrieve the worn out wheelchair. after I bring it into the house "Greg your wheelchair is a mess I will repair it clean it up and mend the tears in the seat in the morning in the mean time. you had better get some rest. Now I only have on bedroom so we will have to share the bed."

I carry you up stairs and after getting you undressed with the exception of your boxers I get into the bed next to you fold my arms around your bruised and scratched body and we fall asleep.
 
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Still feeling groggy from the beating I barely hear what you are saying but just grasping the fact that you are going to find my wheel chair and you are going to take care of me at least for the night. "Thank you Sara, it is Sara isn't it ?" Just realizing that it is my neighbour's house I am in. I am wondering where I would sleep then you explain that I would be sharing your bed, panicking slightly as being a shy nineteen year old I had never shared a bed with anyone let alone a busty woman like you. MY fears increased when you began to remove my clothes right down to my boxers and you heaved me onto your bed and slipped in beside me. I felt you snuggle up to me and put your arms protectively round me and weariness took over and I slept.
 
"Yes its Sarah and don't worry your safe here." very early the next morning I wake up and see tenderly cradled in my arms and your head is resting against my breasts. I quietly slip out of bed go down stairs and I clean up your wheelchair, once it is clean I repair it, then I grab my sewing kit and I mend the various tears and rips that are in the seat.

"I wonder how long it has been since he has had a new wheelchair this one looks like it is about to fall apart any day now. Well I better go back upstairs wake him up and see what he wants to eat for breakfast."

I quietly go back up stairs and i gently touch your shoulder "Greg its morning what do you want to eat for breakfast?
 
Waking slowly with my head all foggy I wonder where I am , then it all comes back to me, my father beating me calling me useless as I was no longer able to fetch his liquor for him. Then I remembered you carrying me upstairs and you removing my clothes, I peeked under the bedclothes and to my relief I still had my boxers on. Memories of your arms round me and the comforting warmth of your body flooded into my mind and I felt a stirring in my groin. I had to do something quick before you returned, there was no way you could see me like this , so I lay back and rubbed one off as fast as I could but somehow some of my ejaculation spilled onto the sheets. I heard you coming up the stairs so with my face red from embarrassment I pretended to still be asleep.
 
When Sarah saw the Come on the bedsheets the retired nurse ignored it then she said again "Greg wake up its time for breakfast what would you like to eat this morning?"
 
I opened one eye and pretended to just wake up "HUH? OH , whatever you're having & thanks for looking after me last night Sara, I was really out of it, anything I can do to repay you just ask"
pulling the bed clothes up around me and looking at you with a quizzical look in my eye. " Do you often invite men into your bed Sara? I know the circumstances were strange but I'm just curious"Smiling as if joking.
 
"Your Welcome Greg and you don't have to repay me. and to be honest with you I have not shared my bed with a man since my husband's death last year. After breakfast I will mend the tears in your clothes."

"Then I will take you into town and get you some new one's".

After our talk I make breakfast bacon eggs toast and oatmeal. while I make breakfast I look at your torn up clothes and I take note of your shirt and jean sizes I also check your shoe size as well.
 
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I smile inwardly at your reply to my question about men in your bed then I feel comfortable enough to mention my predicament " There is something else you could do for me if you don't mind , well two things actually, as you know i'm not mobile & I REALLY need to use the bathroom & as part of my rehabilitation I need my thigh muscles massaged three times a day but there's a problem which my father couldn't handle, the muscle damage in my right leg is right at the top & when I have it massaged I can't help sort of,,, erm,,,,,,,,,,,, growing, Dad thought it was a sign of me or him being gay but it's not that at all. I like girls but never seem to get to first base with them." I felt pleased with myself that I had got that off my chest but I still needed the bathroom.
 
"I will help take care of those needs." Then I carefully pick up off of the bed I place one arm around your back and one arm under your knee's then I carefully and quickly carry you to the bathroom.

Then I pull down your boxers and sit you on the toilet so that you can go to the bathroom.

"After every meal I will massage your legs for you is that alright with you?
 
I wasn't sure exactly what you meant when you said that you would take care of my needs but I allowed my imagination to run wild for a moment & when you declared that you would carry out my massage I wondered if you realized just how much I grew during a massage. Normally I carry a six inch package in my pants but the thigh massage increased it by easily fifty per cent would you be offended by it or maybe even impressed? I just didn't know. Not having experienced a woman's touch on my shaft I was apprehensive as I sat on the loo relieving myself. Once I had finished I called out for you to carry me back to bed. "Can you do the massage now Sara? Best do it before you dress me , please."
 
"Yes of course I can do that so I clean you up then I pull up your boxers flush the toilet carry you back to bed. and after making sure that your comfortable I begin to massage your legs I massage them as gently as I can so that I don't injure you or damage one of the cuts or scrapes on your legs.
 
Your hands are soft and gentle on my skin as you begin to massage the top of my thigh , expertly rolling the damaged muscles and I lay back watching the concentration on your face , but then IT begins to swell and grow, not slowly as it normally did but springing up & tenting my boxers in a matter of seconds. Trying to relax I exhale & take hold of my rigid pole in a vain effort to conceal it but then I see the smile on your face and your hands stroke harder along my my thigh.
"I'm sorry about this Sara but I did warn you"
Your hands become more insistent with the massage & my cock is starting to ache & my balls fill with cum. My mind is filled with visions of you taking hold of my cock & stroking it, massaging my aching balls but then I dismiss the thoughts realizing that you are simply nursing me & you are so much older than me, why would you be interested in me when I had no experience of women , at least not in a sexual way.
To take my mind off what my cock is doing I try to imagine what you would look like naked with your breasts hanging loose. However the vision doesn't last long as I am helpless unable to walk or even turn over without help. Yep, I decide I am useless, no use to any woman.
 
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"Its alright I was a hospital nurse for 20 years and I was a wife for 19 years I have seen my fair share of erections, i will give you some privacy so that you can masturbate in private." Then i leave the room and check on breakfast i can feel my heart pounding in my chest "My god his cock is so nice. Sarah control yourself".

After checking on breakfast i mend the tears in your shirt jeans socks and i clean up your sneakers which were very dirty and scratched up. "There good as new not brand new but good enough until i get him some new clothes."

Once the mending is done i serve up breakfast for the two of us to eat.
 
Sadly the massage is finished & you assure me that you are not embarrassed at all as you have seen many erections in your time as a nurse & also as a married woman.
I blush furiously as you declare that you will leave me alone whilst I masturbate, clearly you know that I am in need of release but I had secretly been hoping that you would take pity on me & attend to it yourself.
I could smell breakfast cooking & realize just how hungry I am but when you return you bring my repaired clothes along with the delicious cooked breakfast of sausage, eggs & bacon. Sitting cross legged on the bed to eat with me. As I slowly chew my food I glance at you & for the first time I can appreciate what a fine looking woman you are, your top is well filled with pert breasts not overly large but not small either encased in a lacy bra which is outlined against your blouse but my eyes are drawn to your crossed legs which unnoticed by you have ridden your skirt up your thighs & show the bottom edge of Pink lacy panties. My erection has failed to subside so I have to prop my breakfast plate on top to conceal it although I see your eyes glance in that direction.
 
"Are you enjoying your breakfast Greg? After we finish eating I will go into town and pick up a few things aside from clothes and a new pair of shoes is their anything specific that you need or want me to pick up for you anything at all?"
 
I ponder your question ."Is there anything you need" By god, yes there is but I can't ask you outright for a hand job.
"Breakfast is great Sara, you are a great cook ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, and nurse, your massage was very comforting " I manage to reply wondering how you were going to get me downstairs into the car along with my wheelchair if it was still in one piece.
"Can you help me dress? I have difficulty with my pants. " Hoping that you don't mention my still rampant erection.
It was only then that I realized that you were going alone leaving me here.
 
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"I am glad your enjoying your breakfast I love to cook very much."

"Of course I can help you get dressed and getting you down stairs won't be a problem I will carry you then put you in your wheelchair. Then I will put you in the pickup trucks passenger seat and throw the wheelchair into the truck bed."

"Are you sure you want to go into town with me? because if you want to stay here I would completely understand."
 
"Perhaps it would be best if you left me here Sara, it's such a bind getting my wheelchair in & out , I'll be perfectly ok om my own , watch some tv maybe" Thinking that I could have a nose round, after all if you were going to take me in although you hadn't said as much you had intimated you were going to look after me.
 
"I am going to look after you for the rest of your life. And it won't be a bind to get your wheelchair in and out I have moved a lot of wheelchairs over the years, its completely up to you Greg".

"Do you want to stay home?" Or " do you want to go into town with me?"
 
"I think I'll stay home this time Sara, I'm still whacked from the beating my dad gave me & thank you so much for taking me in I don't want to be a burden on you, just leave me in front of the TV with some chips & soda I'll be fine"
 
"Alright then and your very welcome and your not a burden to me at all my dear grandpa told me when I was growing up "Sara when you see some one in trouble you should help them!"

"You were in trouble and I helped you out that's all." After breakfast I wash the dishes help you get dressed, carry you down stairs then I put you in your wheelchair then I give you a grand tour of the house."

"Here is the kitchen Greg the fridge is over here full of cold soda's and food here is the panty full of snack foods when you get hungry just help yourself to whatever you want but please don't make a mess."

I hand you the T.V. remote and show you how to run the T.V. then I hug you grab my shopping list and my purse. "Greg I will be back as soon as I can."

Then I get into the truck and head into town when I get to town I head straight to Wal-Mart after parking the truck, go inside grab a shopping cart and I begin my shopping. and gradually I cross item after item off of my list.

Once the last item is on the list I pay for my items then I put them in the truck and I drive home, when I arrive home I get out of the truck and I go inside the house "Greg I am house from the store."
 
As soon as I hear the truck leave I begin my inquiring into your personal things beginning with your laundry basket in which I find various pairs of panties & bras , I can't resist sniffing at your panties taking in the musky aroma of your sex & I rub the soft material over my face inhaling deeply. 'God, you smell so sexy Sara' I think to myself. Wheeling myself to the kitchen I pull out some chips from the bottom cupboard & struggle to reach a soda but manage eventually. Moving into the lounge I begin going through your DVDS' & discard several of films I have already seen but then I spy one that I have never heard of & the title intrigues me "Nursie's Laying On Of Hands"
Sliding the disc into the player I settle back to watch.
Fuck Sara, you're a really naughty girl aren't you? The scene opens with a maternal looking nurse lifting her head up from her young charge's groin & calling out "I'll be along in a minute baby, just finishing Jordan off" Then it shifts to the next bed where the nurse unbuttons her uniform & reveals her large pendulous breasts & pulls back the sheet on the bed to grasp the ten inch cock of her patient & starts stroking him.
I am so engrossed in the screen I don't hear you pull up outside & walk in.
 
I walk into the living room and I see you Masturbating while watching one of my husband's old nurse porn movies after watching for a little while I leave the room.

Then I unpack the stuff I bought for the household and for you to wear.

"Greg I am going to throw your new clothes in the washing Machine and then the dryer what do you want to eat for lunch?. "
 
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