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By *igtel OP Man
over a year ago
Norwich |
Early evening passed by relatively uneventfully, the usual routine of helping some with washing and getting ready for bed whilst others, more able, sat in the lounge watching TV or chatting. Nine o'clock and the final hot drink of the day was brought around, I sat with some of the residents, grabbing a few moments to have a sip of my coffee and a chat. It was as some were departing for their own rooms that Frank passed by quietly saying 'Don't forget you were going to rub my back, it's still a little sore'.
I gave him fifteen minutes or so before looking round his door, asking 'You ok Frank' he was on his front in his bed and repeated, 'How about that back rub, there's some Ibroprofen gel on the side table?' 'Oh' I replied, 'You really do have a sore back then?' feeling a little uneasy about doubting his word earlier. 'Just give it a rub for me, I'm sure it will help'. So with that I wandered over to his bed as he moved the covers to reveal his lower back. A squeeze of gel and I was gently rubbing it in to Franks back, what I didn't realise was that Franks arm and hand was hanging down beside the bed. I felt a hand brush against my leg as I moved to lean over a little further 'Oops' I said apologising for what I had thought was my awkward movement. 'Don't apologise' said Frank 'I'm enjoying this' and with that his hand touched higher up my leg, this time moving up and down in a slow stroking motion. 'What do you think you're doing Frank?' I asked his reply was instant, old he might have been but he was still silver tongued. 'I'm sharing my enjoyment and unless I'm mistaken so are you'. As he said it his hand slipped past my stocking tops to my increasingly damp panties, he had all the confirmation he needed. Turning over he said 'Time for the front now' I knew I shouldn't but his hand was back roaming up and down my thigh he lowered the covers and my word 'That's impressive' I stuttered 'Rub it for me' he suggested and with that we spent the next few minutes me doing as Frank had asked whilst he in turn explored my most private of places with his fingers until finally he gasped 'I'm coming' Seeing him spurt his warm stuff over his belly and my hand was enough for me and I pressed down on his hand sharing the moment of ecstasy. Nothing more was said, I tidied myself and left the room wondering what if anything would be the outcome of my misdemeanours.
Sleep was some way off that night, my husband feeling my wetness questioned what I had been up to, my confession rather than angering him caused excitement, 'You must do it again' was his exclamation as he came much more vigorously than usual, I lay back wondering what I had started ...............
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