My grandmother has been put in a nursing home. She is 92 and I miss her a lot. When I was growing up, she lived 2 blocks behind us and I would visit her several times a week. We were best buds.
As I got older, time would not permit me to see her as often, but I would try. When I was away at college, I would drop my things off at my parents’ house, and see her before I went out with my friends.
I married and would take my children to see her. They grew to love her as I did. It was hard for the family to put her in that home, but she is more than just fragile with age, she needs medications that are beyond our comprehension. Now her mind wanders. Sometimes she is completely there, and we talk about so many things, and other times she can’t quite recall you I am.
Many of the residents are like her. Most are younger, and some, much younger. At first I didn’t notice too many of them. I wanted to concentrate on my grandmother. I wasn’t really sure if I wanted to notice the rest of the residents, and I wasn’t sure if I should notice the rest. But as time when on, I got to know most of the people and the staff there. They all have their good days and bad.
Sometimes, when my grandmother was having one of her bad days, I would walk down the hall, not thinking or looking around, just moving. On one of those days, I was walking down her hall and heard someone say “Hey, Joey.”
It was Lois, one of the younger residents, in room 514, two rooms down. She had seen me as I passed her doorway.
“Hi, Lois,” I said, putting on what I thought was a good front.
“Your grandmother not doing too good today?” she asked.
I went in and sat in the extra chair and talked about how hard it was to she her deteriorate like that. Lois was sympathetic and listened. It lifted the load from me. I started to feel better and responded to her questions and soon we were having a nice conversation.
On my subsequent visits, if my grandmother was not up to conversation, I found myself drifting down to Lois’ room. Her face would light up when I walked in. I liked it when she smiled. I found myself thinking about Lois more and more when I was away from the nursing home.
We talked about her late husband, their life and how their only son was killed in an auto accident. I was bold enough to tell her I thought she was still a very beautiful woman and that she probably turned a lot of heads over the years. She blushed, but said “I have some photo albums if you would like to see them.”
“I would like that.” I said and she pulled open the bedside table drawer and pulled out two well-worn albums.
We looked through them and I saw her entire life transpire, from black-and-white to color and from youth to senior citizen.
As we looked at the photos, I could see the young Lois was very good looking and had quite a figure. I found myself looking at the woman beside me and for the first time, I was looking at her as a woman. The figure was still there, but she wore her clothing to disguise it. Oh, the bust was lower and skin a little wrinkled, but she seemed to have all the parts. My mind began to wonder if certain parts still worked.
“Lois, you were quite a looker back then, but you know, you’ve still got it too.”
“Thank you Joey, but I think you’re just being nice to an old lady.”
“No, I mean it,” I said. Then I looked at my watch and looked at her. “I need to be going now,” I said. Her eyes looked down a little. “But I will be back to see you again, if you don’t mind.” I said. She looked up at me and her face was sparkling again. I leaned over to give her a kiss on the cheek. She turned and our lips met. I felt a tingle of electricity run through me. There was a lot of life left in her.
I got up and walked to the door and as a passed through I looked back and saw her smiling.
On my next visit, my grandmother was sleeping and instead of going in and sitting, as I usually do, I quickly went down to see if Lois was in her room. She was there and was wearing a dress I have not seen before. “Joey,” she said, “I was so hoping to see you today.”
“You look great.” I said as I walked toward her. The red and white dress had short wide sleeves, a gathered waist and came just to her knees as she sat there. She left the top few buttons open and there was the hint of cleavage showing. She was not as thin as she once was, but she was not heavy. The few extra pounds helped her face to look less wrinkled, and much of it found its way to her chest. Normally, her chest was not as noticeable, but today, she seemed to have it accented. I noticed she wasn’t wearing hose.
I thought I would see if I was imagining things or did she dress up for me, so I leaned to kiss her before I sat down. She not only let me kiss her, she grabbed the back of my head and held my lips tight to hers. When we broke, I sat next to her. I’m not sure if I sat down, or my knees gave out. I could feel the blood rushing to my cock.
“Thank you for being so nice to an old lady,” she said.
“I wasn’t being nice, I thoroughly enjoyed that,” I said, “and given the chance, I’d be happy to do it again.”
“Well then, come here” she said, and reached out her arms. As I was sitting on her right, her left arm went to the back of my head, and her right arm around my back. I leaned toward her and put my right arm around her waist. She pulled me tighter and as I bent my right elbow, it squeezed her left breast. I was worried that she would throw me out of the room, but she didn’t move at all. I started to move backward and she applied more pressure to the back of my head and brought me tighter to her. She opened her mouth and the instant I felt her tongue on my lips, I opened my mouth and our tongues met. While our tongues were playing with each other, she leaned her left shoulder back slightly and I took that as a “go ahead” sign and brought my right hand back and cupped her full breast. I could feel her nipple harden through her dress and bra. I gave it a gentle pinch.