A sweet, young cleaner named Cherry brings pleasure and excitement to an 80-year-old man’s life in a nursing home. Their intimate encounters quickly become more than just innocent chats.
It started the day after my 80th birthday in the old people’s home; a new cleaner named Cherry was there. Her name was as beautiful as she was. She looked the same age as my granddaughter. Cherry had long, flowing hair the colour of ripe cherries and eyes that sparkled like emeralds. Her smile could light up the room, and her gentle demeanour was welcome in the otherwise dull facility.
As I sat in the common area, watching the other residents go about their daily routines, Cherry caught my eye. She moved gracefully from room to room, dusting and cleaning with care. I couldn’t help but admire her from afar, feeling a sense of warmth whenever she passed by.
While reading a book in the lounge one afternoon, Cherry approached me with a friendly smile. “Hello, Mr. Thompson, how are you today?” she greeted me, her voice soft and soothing.
I looked up from my book, surprised by her attention. “I’m doing well, thank you, Cherry. How about you? How do you find working here?” I replied, curious about this young woman who seemed out of place in the nursing home.
Cherry sat down beside me, her scent of fresh cherries filling the air. “I enjoy my work here. The residents are lovely, and I feel like I can make a difference,” she answered, her eyes meeting mine sincerely.
We chatted for a while, sharing stories and laughter. I was drawn to Cherry’s kindness and beauty, a connection I hadn’t felt in years. As the days passed, we grew closer, spending more time together and getting to know each other deeper.
One evening, after everyone had gone to bed, Cherry lingered in the lounge with me. The dim lighting cast a soft glow around us, creating an intimate atmosphere. Without saying a word, she took my hand in hers, and I felt a rush of emotions flood me.
“Mr. Thompson, this may seem unconventional, but I strongly agree. Would you mind if I stayed a little longer?” Cherry’s voice was barely a whisper, her eyes searching mine for approval.
“Cherry, you don’t have to ask. I would be delighted to have you stay,” I responded, feeling excited and nervous at her presence. Her touch was gentle yet electrifying, sending shivers down my spine.
As Cherry sat closer to me, our bodies almost touching, I could feel the heat radiating off her. The scent of cherries filled the air, intoxicating and sensual. I couldn’t resist the magnetic pull between us, the unspoken desire hanging in the room.
Without a word, Cherry leaned in, her hand on my crotch. I was nervous. It’s been over 20 years since any woman touched me like this. Deep down, I was embarrassed as I have a small wrinkled penis due to my age.
But as she began to rub my cock through my pants, I could feel it growing and hardening in her hand. I moaned softly, unable to hold back my pleasure. Cherry looked up at me, her eyes shining with desire.
“Is this okay, Mr. Thompson?” she asked, her voice husky with desire. I nodded, unable to speak. I was too caught up in the moment, in the pleasure of Cherry’s touch.
“Why are you doing this, dear? I mean, your a beautiful young girl, you can have any man, and you choose to pleasure an old fart like me.” I said as she caressed my crotch.
“Because I see the man you still are, Mr. Thompson. A kind, gentle soul that deserves to feel loved and desired, no matter how old you are,” Cherry whispered, her fingers deftly undoing the buttons of my pants.
With a slow, teasing motion, she pulled out my cock, now fully erect and looking almost comical compared to how it was before. Despite this, Cherry smiled at me with genuine appreciation and admiration, which further fueled my desires.
“How old are you, Cherry,” I said, watching her hand on my cock.
“I’m 20, Mr. Thompson,” Cherry replied, her hand gently stroking my cock. “Age is just a number, and I’m here to make you feel good. Do you like me stroking your cock.”
“Mmm, yes, sorry, it’s small; I am a frail old man, mmmm, oh my.” Her strokes started going faster, and her free hand started unbuttoning her blouse, revealing her pink bra.
“Oh, don’t worry about that, Mr. Thompson. It’s not the size that matters, but how it feels,” Cherry reassured me, her hand still moving up and down my shaft. I couldn’t believe what was happening but couldn’t deny the pleasure it brought me.
“I’ve never felt anything like this before, Cherry. It’s been so long since I’ve been with a woman,” I confessed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and gratitude towards her.
“Well, consider this your lucky day then, Mr. Thompson,” Cherry said, her voice filled with warmth and affection. She leaned down, her hair cascading around us like a curtain, and took my cock into her mouth.
I couldn’t believe what was happening. It had been so long since I’d felt the warmth and wetness of a woman’s mouth on my cock. Cherry’s tongue swirled around my shaft, teasing and tormenting me. She sucked and licked, her moans vibrating against my sensitive skin.
As she continued to pleasure me, Cherry’s hand moved up to my balls, gently massaging and caressing them. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and I found myself moaning and gasping with pleasure.
I reached out, trembling with desire, and touched Cherry’s hair. It felt like silk against my skin, soft and smooth. I ran my fingers through her locks, pulling her closer to me as I thrust my hips upwards, meeting her mouth.
Cherry’s moans grew louder, and I could feel her getting more and more turned on by my reactions. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my balls tightening and my cock swelling inside her mouth.
“Cherry, I’m going to cum,” I warned, my voice strained with pleasure.
“Mmm, yes, Mr. Thompson, cum for me,” Cherry moaned, her mouth still wrapped around my cock.
With a final thrust, I let go, my cum spurting into Cherry’s mouth. She swallowed every drop, her moans never faltering as she continued to pleasure me.
As my orgasm subsided, Cherry slowly pulled her mouth off my cock, her eyes shining with satisfaction. She smiled at me, her lips glistening with my cum.
“Did you enjoy that, Mr. Thompson?” she asked, her voice filled with warmth and affection.
“Yes, Cherry, it was incredible,” I replied, still in awe of what had just happened.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it, Mr. Thompson,” Cherry whispered, her lips brushing against my ear. “I hope we can share more moments like this in the future.”
I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. “I would like that very much, Cherry,” I replied, my arms tightening around her.
“Anyway, it’s getting late; my mom will wonder where I am. I am saving up to get my own place.”
As Cherry stood up, she adjusted her clothing and gave me a gentle smile. “I hope you enjoyed that, Mr. Thompson. I’ll see you tomorrow?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
I nodded, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. “Yes, Cherry, I’m looking forward to it,” I replied, watching as she walked away.
As I sat alone in the dimly lit lounge, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of disbelief. Had I just had the most intense sexual experience of my life with a woman almost half my age? It seemed impossible, but at the same time, I couldn’t deny the pleasure and satisfaction I felt.
I couldn’t wait to see Cherry again tomorrow. I knew our time together would be filled with more pleasure and excitement. For the first time in years, I felt alive and full of vitality.
*A week later*
Since that night, Cherry has been giving me a blowjob every night. But tonight, I got the courage to ask if I could see her pussy. I was curious.
Cherry looked at me, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “You want to see my pussy, Mr. Thompson?” she asked, a playful smile on her lips.
“Yes, I do,” I replied, feeling my heart race with anticipation.
Cherry stood up, slowly undoing the buttons of her blouse. She let it fall open, revealing her pink lace bra. Her full breasts spilt out, her nipples already hard with arousal. She slid off her skirt and then her panties.
She moved closer to me, straddling my lap as she sat down. “Is this what you wanted to see?” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear.
I nodded, unable to speak. Cherry was so close to me, her pussy just inches away from my face. I could smell her musky scent, a mixture of sweat and arousal.
Cherry’s pussy was beautiful, shaved, smooth and glistening with wetness. I couldn’t resist the urge to reach out and touch her, feeling the warmth and softness of her skin beneath my fingers.
“Do you want to fuck me, Mr. Thompson?” she asked, her voice husky and seductive.
I nodded, unable to speak. I wanted her, more than anything, to feel her pussy wrapped around my cock.
Cherry stood up, positioning herself above me. She reached down, her hand guiding my cock inside her. I moaned as I felt her warmth and wetness surrounding me, the sensation almost too much to bear.
Cherry began to ride me, her hips moving up and down in a slow, steady rhythm. I reached up, my hands finding her breasts. I caressed them gently, feeling her nipples harden beneath my fingers.
As Cherry rode me, her breasts bouncing in rhythm with her movements, I couldn’t believe the pleasure coursing through my body. I had never felt anything like this before and never wanted it to end. Her pussy was so warm and tight around my cock, and every thrust of her hips sent waves of pleasure through me.
“Mr. Thompson, you feel so good inside me,” Cherry moaned, her head thrown back in ecstasy. I couldn’t help but smile, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction. I was making this beautiful young woman feel good; that was the most incredible feeling in the world.
I reached up, grabbing Cherry’s hips and pulling her down harder onto my cock. She gasped, her eyes meeting mine with a look of pure pleasure. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my balls tightening and my cock swelling inside her.
“Cherry, I’m going to cum,” I warned, my voice strained with pleasure.
“Mmm, yes, Mr. Thompson, cum for me,” Cherry moaned, her hips still moving up and down in a steady rhythm.
With a final thrust, I let go, my cum spurting deep inside her. Cherry moaned, her pussy milking every last drop from my cock. I felt a sense of satisfaction wash over me as I finished, knowing I had pleased this beautiful young woman.
After a few minutes, Cherry pulled away and stood up, her body glistening with sweat. She smiled at me, her eyes shining with affection. “Thank you, Mr. Thompson. That was incredible,” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.
I smiled back at her, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. “Thank you, Cherry. That was the best sex I have ever had.” I replied, still in awe of what had just happened.
Cherry laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, Mr. Thompson,” she said before leaning down and gently kissing my lips.
As she walked away, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of happiness and contentment. I had found something special in Cherry that I never thought I would find at my age.