The Care Home - Sex Stories

The Care Home

An empty room, empty of a person, I had just finished cleaning up and tidying a room for a single person in a care home. The room consisted of a single bed in a corner, a wash room with a shower and toilet, a small table and two chairs. A large window with a net curtain, which could have done with a wash, I’ll get that down some time. I had taken the cleaning items together with the vacuum cleaner back to the store room; I was making my way back to the guest room to finish off. On my way back to the room I bumped into Grace, she was one of the residents there, she was eighty four and I shouldn’t say this but, she didn’t have all her marbles in one pot, she asked, “Hello Cloe, is he here yet?” She referred to the new occupier in the room I was preparing. I said, “Not yet Grace, soon, do you want anything?” Grace shook her head and walked off. I too walked back to the room and finished laying the table cloth, pushed the chairs into place and flattened out the bed sheets. The room did not have a kitchen or a TV, those were central facilities for everyone, where they can meet around and get to know each other. And a bath tub is available on request, as one of the carers needs to supervise. I was about three steps from the door on my way out, when I heard a knock on it. I opened the door and it was the supervisor of the care home Gary, who showed in the new resident, by the sound of it he was not pleased to be there. Gary said, “Come in Ralph, this is Cloe, she’ll be looking ...

... after you. So if you need anything Cloe’s your person.” Ralph seemed to look unhappy and said, “I don’t need any help, I shouldn’t be here. How do I leave this god forsaken place?” I put my hand out and said, “Hello Ralph, pleased to meet you, let me show you around.” Ralph in his grumpy gravelly voice said, “I don’t need showing around, I need showing out.” Gary said, “Now come on Ralph, Cloe is just being friendly, she’s the best we have here.” Gary looked to me and winked. Gary was always a dirty little sod. He had wanted to get into my pussy ever since I started here three years ago. I’m Cloe, twenty one, five foot seven inches tall, sixty three kilo’s. Red head, very short like a boy some would say; I would say ‘Pricks.’ I work out a lot, I like to keep fit and strong, it helps me with the work I do and even if I say so I look fit. It helps me with the elderly to move them around from place to place, in and out of bath tubs, on and off wheel chairs, and so on. There were twenty residents in the care home, twelve men including Ralph and eight ladies, ages range from sixty five to ninety three. Ralph was the new comer and he was sixty six. He looked tall, at least six foot, stood proud, still a good head of hair, even if it was all white. He was in a smart navy blue suite, white shirt, blue tie, and black very shiny shoes. He stepped into the room, he did not shake my hand, and I felt embarrassed and lowered it slowly. He looked , well, not handsome but he was not ugly and did ...