Steve

“I want to stay in my own home,” I almost shouted over the phone to my granddaughter who seems to think I couldn’t handle it.

“But, Gramps, you said you fell and hurt your arm. Next time it could be your head. You need help.”

She was right, of course, but I was having a difficult time admitting it. After all, I used to run marathons and paddle across the lake in my very own canoe. I am still strong but almost blind from macular degeneration, if I really admitted it, I couldn’t navigate around my home. I couldn’t believe I am seventy-seven and still had the desires and drive of a forty-year-old. What the hell?

“Greetings and thanks for calling Assisted Care. We'll be with you in a minute.” Shit, it took a lot of nerve to call and now I was on hold? Damn, I get angry pretty fast in these days.

“Hello, who is calling please and how may I help?”

“This is Steve Smiley. I am interested in your services. I may need a companion to help me in my home because I can hardly see at all.

“We'll send a companion care person to your home. Would tomorrow at three in the afternoon work for you?”

I really wasn’t looking forward to that visit. I could just imagine a 'Nurse Ratchet' kind of caretaker, but when Brie walked in I sensed that things were going to be completely different. Her perfume alone almost made me swoon.

Brie

Standing outside the small cottage I wondered what I was walking into. After five years I knew that some of these old folks had their issues and the best thing was just to go along with them and not making a fuss.

When the door opened I stood face to face with a short man who had a white beard and lost eyes. They searched me but couldn’t focus. His arms hung along his body, I took his hands in mine and said, “Hi, I'm Brie, your assistant.”

He smiled and his face crinkled with laughter. He had a kind face, a knowing face, a face that told you he had been around for a long time and that before his illness had taken over he had enjoyed life to the fullest.

“Welcome, please come in,” he said and stepped aside.

I walked into a short hallway with a living room to the right and a kitchen to the left. Above the open fire stood several photos and I walked up to them. They were of him and a woman of his age. There were also several of a younger woman and they looked like they had been taken abroad.

“That’s my wife, Dorothy, who died a few years back and the others are of my granddaughter, Natalie. She lives abroad but insisted I call the company you work for.”

Steve was standing with his hand on the chimney and I understood that he couldn’t actually see what I was looking at but must have sensed it.

He was half a head shorter than I, but for being his age he looked fit.

“Where's my room?” I asked.

“Follow me.”

He took me across the living room and back to the hallway where we turned right. He stopped at the second door and opened it for me.

“The bathroom is next door, I live on the second floor. I prefer my breakfast at nine in the morning, lunch around two, and dinner around seven.”

“Okay, sounds good to me, Mr. Smiley.”

“Please, call me Steve.”

He smiled and tried to focus his eyes on me but couldn’t.

“Let me unpack and I’ll make us some lunch.”

“Thanks, Brie.”

I opened the fridge and looked at what I could make. There wasn’t much to choose from, some eggs, a packet of chicken breast and an old lettuce. I sighed and opened the cupboard where I found spaghetti and a can of tomato sauce.

Steve came in using his hands to guide him.

“Did you find anything useful?”

“Yes, it looks like we are having spaghetti with chicken.”

“Great, I’ll give you some money later on so you can go and buy more food.”

As I began cooking Steve sat down at the kitchen table. His eyes looked like they were following me but of course, he couldn’t see what I was doing, and most off all he didn’t see how I was dressed.

Wearing a pair of tight shorts and a white tank top my body was visible with heavy boobs, slim arms, and legs I was quite the sight for most men. Ever since I was young I have had the attention of the opposite sex, which I didn’t mind. I liked men, especially older, maybe it was because my father left when I was very young and I lacked his attention.

Growing up and starting in my teens, older men had always attracted me. I liked the security and confidence they brought with them. To sit on an older man’s lap and cuddle was what I loved the most.

Looking at Steve I wondered if he was into cuddling as well.

Steve

She was certainly pleasant enough and, although it was a bit of a trite phrase, I was feeling good vibes. After getting settled, she began right away ‘taking care of me’. I liked that, I liked it very much.

I cleared my throat. “Do you mind if I ask you about yourself? I would like to get to know you better.” I hoped I wasn’t jumping ahead too quickly. I didn’t want to put her off.

“Sure, I’d be glad to tell you. But we have to trade stories, is that a deal?”

Obviously, she could hold her own in a discussion. “How old are you? As you know, I can’t rely on my eyes but I sense you are young and lively.”

She laughed and responded, “I guess that would be one way to describe me. I do love music and dancing. It seems to be keeping me in good shape”

“Maybe soon, we could listen to some of your music. I like a wide variety of things but would love to find out what you enjoy.”

“That sounds great. I have portable speakers and I can play songs from my iPhone but I guess you will have to imagine what I look like dancing.”

Now it was my turn to laugh. “Okay, seems fun, but you might have to help me with the visuals.” Oops, there I went into dirty-old-man mode.

“We could have a good time. Then after the dancing, I might have to flake out on the couch for a nap. Would that be okay?"

God, I thought, I better not get too overly enthusiastic here but I couldn’t help it, I blurted out “Can you trust me while you are sleeping?”

“Well,” she said, “maybe I'll have to sleep with one eye open.”

She went back to the stove and her cooking.

Brie

“This is quite good,” said Steve and put down his fork.

“I’m glad you liked it.”

He wiped his mouth with a napkin and then said, “I grew up in Oklahoma and that’s where I met my wife. We had two children, a boy, and a girl. My daughter was the only one to have children, but she and her husband died in car accident.”

“And that’s why you took care of Natalie?”

“Yes, she lived with us until she turned eighteen and then she took off. What about you?”

I picked up his empty plate and brought it over to the sink together with my own.

“There isn’t much to tell, a normal childhood, college and now work.”

“Have you done this for long?”

“Being a caretaker? Five years year, but I'd like to go back and become a doctor.”

“Good for you, I hope it works out. Now, what about that dance?”

I laughed. “Why the insistence?”

“I think you’d look good dancing, that’s all, and I need something to happen around here.”

“Okay, fine. Go to the living room, I will be right there.”

After picking up my iPhone and the speakers I went into the living room where Steve was sitting on the sofa. His eyes search the room when he heard me come in.

“Okay, are you ready?” I aked.

“Go for it!”

As the music began to pour out of the speakers I began to move, twirling my hips, caressing my legs, tummy, and boobs. Since he couldn’t see me I took the opportunity to twist my nipples and cup by boob maybe a bit too much but it felt good. I moved across the floor until I was standing in front of him.

“God, I wish I could see you,” he mumbled.

I took his hands in mine and placed them on my hips.

“You can feel me.”

“Wow, that's so sexy.”

“Thanks, Steve, I do like to dance.”

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

I moved away from him before saying, “No, I'm single and kind of like it that way.”

“Oh, I thought you would want to have kids and settle down.”

Continuing dancing I said, “No, that’s not for me. I like to leave my options open, you know.”

He laughed. “Does that mean you are a promiscuous girl?”

“Steve, behave, that's too personal.”

“Sorry, just thought I’d ask. I need to know what kind of woman I'm sharing my house with.”

I went over and turned off the music. “I'm just your average twenty-five year old, that’s all you need to know.”

He sniffed the air and then a smile grew on his lips. “Maybe, but you do smell good.”

The dancing had made me warm so I took off my tank-top and fanned my face with my hand. Again he sniffed the air.

“Did you just take off your top?” a smile grew on his face.

“Wow, how did you know?”

“I can smell the soap you used and the smell is strong now.”

“That’s amazing, have your others senses increased as well?”

Steve shook his head, “not really. I have always had a keen sense of smell.”

“Well, I better go and do the dishes.”

“Yes, you do that.”

I left him alone but I was sure he was staring at my ass with his sightless eyes, too bad he couldn’t see how perfectly round it was.

Steve

Holy shit, I could almost see her dancing. Not only imagine but some sort of sixth sense. It reminded my of the comic book hero, Daredevil, on TV who could even perform martial arts without seeing the opponent. I was beginning to feel that I didn’t need my eyes. Sounds far-fetched but it really happened.

As Brie walked toward the kitchen, I knew somehow what it would look like. “Hey, you're really sexy”

She stopped and turned around or least I sensed that she did. “How do you know that,” she asked in a somewhat sultry way.

“I can picture your ass when you walked away or I'm pretty sure I can.”

“Okay, I know how blind people get to know someone by feeling their face. Let’s start there.”

She came back over and stood right in front of me. Then she took my hands and raised them to her face. God, I was almost shaking as I touched her skin. “Wow, you feel so good,” I said as I traced her cheeks and mouth and eyelids.

I thought I heard her moan as I ran my hands through her hair and I was already hard. Then I let my hands drop to her neck and shoulders. “Whoa. Maybe we ought to stop there at least for now. It feels very good for you to touch me that way but we can continue this later. I need to clean up the kitchen,” she said and pulled away.

My thoughts were whirling. Was this sexy young girl really going to let me explore her body with my hands? It had been so long since I had even touched a woman; much less felt her naked body. Wasn’t I too old for her? What if I went too far, wouldn’t it get me banned from her service company? Geez, I couldn’t think, just hunger!

Brie

While standing at the sink my body tingled from his touch. His warm strong hands on my skin, his sensitive fingertips exploring me. I wanted more but was also aware that going too far with a client could get me into big problems. A few months earlier I had given a man in a wheelchair a blowjob and when I was later transferred to a different client the customer in the wheelchair had called the company and asked why I had been transferred. When he didn’t get an answer he insisted I come back. It went so far that I was called in for an interview by my boss. The man died a few days later of a heart attack and nothing more came off it.

When I was done I went back to the living room where Steve sat staring into space. He looked so kind and gentle, almost fragile.

“Steve?”

He turned his head. “Yes, my dear.”

“Would it be okay if I sat on your lap?”

His brow wrinkled. “Why would you want to do that?”

I stood in front of him when I spoke. “I have a secret to tell you. I took this job so I could be around older men, I guess I have a daddy issue.”

He laughed. “Daddy, I'm more like your grandpa?”

Giggling I continued, “yeah, maybe, but ever since my daddy left me when I was small I have been attracted to older men.”

“Mm, I have heard about that. Sure you can sit.”

Slowly I took off my clothes until I was naked. As my panties came off I noticed Steve’s nose twitch and his sniffed the air.

“Is that..?”

Before he could finish the sentence I sat down crossways on his lap so I could use the armrest for support.

When he put his arm around my shoulder and his other on my thigh he said, “Oh my, you are naked.”

“I hope you don’t mind,” I whispered in his ear.

His fingers dug into the flesh of my thigh and then began to slowly caress it.

“Your skin, it’s so soft and I can smell your sex.”

“Really, and what does it smell like?”

I knew I was moist, sitting on a man’s lap always made me wet.

“The fragrance is soothing, warm, slightly salty, with a twist of slutty girl.”

I laughed. “That was quite the description, but I guess you are right. I am a bit of a slut.”

He moved his hand closer to my pussy and when I felt his fingers touch my lips I sighed.

“You sure are wet. Can I taste you?” he whispered.

“Mm.”

His fingers slid in between my legs and after gently massaging my clit and my tight pussy hole he brought his fingers to his mouth. His tongue came out and he slowly licked each finger in turn.

“You taste like heaven.”

“Thanks.”

His hand went back to my clit and while he continued caressing my swollen lips he leaned down and we kissed.

His beard tickled but apart from that, he was a good kisser. Soft lips and just the right amount of urgency. The arm around my shoulder reached further until his fingers reached my boob.

“Fuck, they are firm,” he breathed close to my face.

“Do you like?”

“I love it.”

His fingers found my nipple which he gently twisted and pulled at. A moan escaped my mouth and I realized I wanted his cock in my mouth. I hoped, no I prayed he could still keep it up but if he didn’t I had a couple of V pills in my purse. A horny slut should always travel prepared, just like the scouts.

Steve

“Would it be okay if I sat on your lap?” Goddamn, did I hear that right? This was already much more than I expected. How could I turn that offer down?

When I said yes, I had expected her to sit down with her clothes on but then I heard rustling as if clothes were coming off and I thought I could smell naked skin. Sure enough, when she sat on my lap, she was completely nude. She felt smooth and warm and my one arm went around her to caress her breast and the other to begin caressing her inner thigh.

She began to turn on my lap and moved down between my legs where she untied my waist strings to slip my track pants down. “God, you're hard,” she whispered in a kind of growl, as she wrapped her fingers around me and then, without the slightest hesitation, she had my cock in her mouth.

It was as if I had been engulfed by a warm, wet tightness and as she began to suck softly, I really didn’t think I would be able to stand it. At first, the incredible feeling was concentrated on the head of the cock but after a while, the sensation began to spread from my groin and ass all the way up my body. I was in a trance, I couldn’t think at all, I ran my fingers through her hair and completely gave myself to her.

I don’t know how long it was, but all too soon I could feel my balls tightening and that wondrous feeling of an ejaculation coming. She must have known too and I thought she would pull me out of her mouth but instead, she took me in even deeper. When I began coming, it seemed to be in waves and I can’t remember how many shots I had but it caused me to shudder and collapse back on the couch with a groan. I couldn’t talk but she said, “Thank you, that was wonderful.” She thanked me! Wow!

Brie

He didn’t have the biggest cock in the world but it was very hard. I licked my lips catching an escaped drop of cum and as I did I had a wonderful idea.

“Steve, would you like to fuck my ass?”

His mouth opened and closed twice before he quietly said, “Yes, please.”

“Good.”

I got up and helped him up from the sofa. Then I knelt on it with my chest against the backrest and my ass in the air for him.

“Okay, come closer and I’ll help you,” I whispered.

When I felt his skin against mine I reached back and guided his cock to my tight anus.

“It’s okay, just push it in. You're the perfect size for me.”

“Are you sure, I don’t want to hurt you?”

I giggled. “I’m ready, c’mon old man, fuck my ass.”

He pushed in and as he did a long moan escaped my lips and I closed my eyes.

While thrusting in and out he said, “Fuck, you are tight.”

“Yeah, you like that ass?”

“Mm, I do, I do.”

He had a good rhythm and it didn’t hurt one bit as he pounded me hard. From his breathing, I knew he was close to coming so I slipped away from him and turned around.

“Come over my boobs” I begged him as I took his shaft in my hand.

“Ah, ah, god, you are sexy,” he gasped as his cum shot out of his cock and sprayed over my tits.

I was surprised at the amount he still could muster considering this was the second time he had come in a short while.

“I’ll better clean this up,” I said while smearing his seed over my skin.

“You do that; I’ll just have a sit down for now. I feel a bit tired.”

I got up and walked to the bathroom where I took a quick shower to get his cum off me. Wrapped in a towel I went back outside and found Steve asleep on the sofa. Poor thing must be exhausted; I thought and pulled a blanket over him. Then I went to my room to get dressed.

Steve

Man, I was completely wiped out after what had happened with this sexy young caretaker. Or was it just a dream? I know I fell asleep before she left the room so maybe I wasn’t remembering things clearly. When I woke up she was gone and then I remembered that she was going out for provisions. So I just lay back and thought about our experience earlier. Any guy my age, even in as good a shape as I am, would not in their wildest dreams come up with something like this. I was getting hard just thinking about it.

I heard the back door open and activity in the kitchen. “Hey Brie, is that you?”

A ‘cute’ voice called back, “Yep, I have a few more things to bring in from the car and I will be in there. I got something I hope is one of your favorites: beef roast. I have plans for that for tomorrow, we are going to have a very nice table set and a special surprise.”

“That sounds wonderful,” I called. “In fact, everything about you sounds wonderful.”

Then I saw, or of course, I only sensed her in front of me. Before I knew it she had straddled me with a knee on both sides of me. We almost fell off the couch but she hung on tight as she leaned down and kissed me so sensuously that I almost saw stars. When she finally pulled her mouth away she kissed my neck and then whispered in my ear, “Oh god, I can’t get enough of you. You make me wet just looking at you and knowing I will be living here for now.”

Was I hearing things? I thought I had been transported to a parallel universe. “I feel exactly the same way. When I woke up and thought about what had happened, I could hardly believe it. Here, let me touch you again,” I said as I reached between her legs.

She laughed and jumped off me. “This is going to have to wait, I have things that need to go into the fridge and freezer. But if you are up to it,” she laughed, “I'm really looking forward to having so many more kisses.”

All I could do was breath a big sigh as she walked away. I wondered if there was a way I could hire her permanently. I was sure we could have a great relationship, especially if she was as turned on by me as she seemed. She could be my adopted daughter, maybe... Oh no, I was getting hard again at the ramifications of that. Damn. It could work, though, I thought. She could have all the freedom she needed as long as she would keep coming home to me. I decided I was going to keep thinking seriously about that possibility.

Brie

I finished in the kitchen and when I went back to the living room Steve was still on the sofa.

“Hi, what are you up too?” I asked while standing in front of him.

“Thinking about you.”

“Aha, and what were you thinking?”

“Well, actually I was thinking about adopting you.”

I laughed and straddled him. “Why would you want to do that?”

He gave me a sly smile and said, “I did tell you about my granddaughter, Nat, right?”

“Yeah, what about her?”

“I am going to tell you a secret. I have always had the hots for her but I know that it’s wrong, I could never touch her, but you, you are different and being the same age and similar in looks would be the perfect substitute.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This dirty old man wanted to fuck his granddaughter, what a pervert, but when I looked over at her photo I kind of understood him, she was stunning. I decided to play a game.

“Grandpa, that is so dirty of you, wanting to fuck me.”

“Uh, what was that?”

“You heard me, it’s me Nat. I had no idea you wanted to drive your cock into my tight pussy.”

“Jesus, Brie, you're driving me nuts!”

“I’m not Brie, I’m Nat.”

I kissed him and his beard tickled my face. My hand search for his cock and I felt it hard inside his pants.

“Mm, you are ready for me, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah, I want to fuck you so badly.”

I got off him and took off my clothes and then I helped him off with his. The cock was rock hard and a little drop of pre-cum had formed on the tip. I straddled him again and with a bit of adjusting, he slipped inside me.

“Wow, your pussy is so fucking tight,” he whispered as I began to ride him.

“Yeah, you like my tight pussy, you like fucking your granddaughter?”

“Yes, yes, I do, god, you are so good to me.”

I leaned down and kissed him and his hand found my boobs which he caressed and massaged.

“You dirty slut, making grandpa so horny,” he moaned.

“Oh, I love making you hot and hard for me, grandpa. C’mon, fuck me harder drive that cock inside me.”

He took hold of my hips and began to meet my every move.

“Yes, yes, take that cock, take it, take it!”

“Oh, grandpa, I love you deep inside me.”

Steve began to moan and I felt him tense as his load shot out inside my pussy.

“Oh, wow, that felt so fucking good, Grandpa, your hot cum in my tight pussy.”

I slipped off him and then went down where I licked his shaft and cock head clean. Looking up at him I whispered. “Did you like that, grandpa?”

His sightless eyes searched my face and he said, “Yeah, I did, and I want to do it every day, so let’s get those papers drawn up so you are officially mine.”

Steve

It had been seven weeks since Brie first came to live with me so I guess it was real. We had all kinds of sex, my fantasies and hers. We had also taken trips to the beach where she gave me a running commentary on the bikini-clad bodies walking by. She even took me in the surf where I made sure to hold on to her voluptuous body since I didn’t want the surf to drag me out to sea.

We had wandered in the mall and I had met some of her friends. I realized that there might come a time when she would want to spend some separate time with people her own age and I would certainly support her. She did mention an attraction to both sexes so maybe some of her woman buddies might want to play with us or was that asking for too much? I knew one thing for sure, this vibrant, smart sexy and loving woman has transformed my life beyond anything I could have imagined.

Author's Note:

This is a little story I put together with my friend Peace Plant who is also a member here in Lush.