The Care Home - Sex Stories

The Care Home

... not look old, he actually did not look his age at all, if I had met him in the street I would have put him at mid-fifties at worst. He took another step in and looked around the place and said, “All looks very nice and clean for someone. Now where do I sign to get out this place?” Gary passed me a folder and sort of pushed Ralph into the room further and said, “Okay Ralph, Cloe will get you settled in, I’ll see you later.” Gary closed the door and left. The doors to all guest rooms do not have a lock on them for reasons of safety. I smiled at Ralph and asked, “Would you like a cup of tea or coffee Ralph.” Ralph looked up and said, “I hate tea and I detest coffee where’s the whisky?” I smiled and went to hold his hand and said, “Now-Now Ralph, that’s not the right attitude, let’s make friends.” He still did not hold out his hand so I forcefully took hold of it and led him in and said, “Let’s get you comfortable, shall I take your jacket.” His hand felt soft to the touch but ridged and hard at the same time, he was warm. I went behind Ralph to ease off his jacket; he shrugged his shoulders and said, “I don’t want to get comfortable, I want out.” I said, “Okay leave your jacket on, let’s sit down and I can talk you through some things we do around here.” He turned around and faced me and in a very stern tone he said, “Look here young lady, I told you I don’t belong here now where’s a phone I’ll call a taxi.” He sounded very serious, but I’d gotten used to people taking like ...

... that. I said, “So you don’t drink tea or coffee, we’ve established that, so how about some juice? Orange…Pineapple…fruit?” Ralph turned to the big window which looked out to the gardens, the window was long and it stretched from one wall to another, over the headboard of the bed and came across to the other side of the table. The window had an opening section that ran along the top. I had opened that to air the room. Then he looked at me in a funny way and said, “Young lady, I like juice, but not from what you have offered.” I looked confused, I said, “Okay, tell me what type of juice you like and if we don’t have it, I’ll get it in for tomorrow.” Ralph waved his hand and said, “Ah you won’t have it here, and certainly not in the fridge.” I was even more confused and asked, “So what type of juice do you like that’s not in our fridge?” He waved his hand again and said, “Don’t worry; I’ll get my own when I’m out.” I grabbed his warm almost rough hand again and said, “Ralph you’re in here, let’s say for tonight anyway, give us one night. It’s close to lunch time now and you’re thirsty. What type of juice would you like with your lunch?” Ralph stepped up close, I had hold of one of his hands and with the other he found the fold to my uniform, with his eyes fixed to mine he put his hand through and placed it onto my pussy. My eyes opened wide and my mouth almost dropped open. The heat of his hand radiated through the thin film of my panties, god his hand was so warm, almost hot. He ...