“Steve, I hardly know you and you want me to stand naked in front of you?”
“I guess you could hold off having your shower till your daughter gets here.” I was sure that suggestion was never going to fly, she was hot a sweaty six hours ago and now she was much worse
“Aaghh, I could but she won’t be here till the morning and I can’t go that long without a shower!”
“Could I call one of your neighbours to come and help?”
“No, I don’t know them that well,” she sighed, “can I trust you?”
“Heather, that’s not a question you should be asking me. That’s like the three little pigs asking the big band wolf if he’s going to eat them. Of course he is going to say what they want to hear.
“But look at you, you’re standing there topless with your underwear down around your knees and we’re busy talking about trust. What does that tell you about me?”
“Oh shit … just take the bloody bag off my leg, get my shorts off and the put the bag back on please.”
I did as she asked and once I had made the bag as watertight as I could found a plastic stool that she could sit on in then shower. I asked her to call me when she needed to get out of the shower so that I could come back and help her, and then left her to it.
Ten minutes later she called and I went back thinking that we would be facing another dilemma, but she had already worked out that she couldn’t really dry her own legs.
She threw her towel at me and said, “No inappropriate touching while you dry my legs please.”
I wasn’t sure whether she was joking or not, but I had no intention of doing anything like that as I knelt down and slowly dried her good leg and removed the garbage bag from around her plaster caste before helping her into some fresh panties.
I must admit that being within a few centimetres of her neatly trimmed pubic hair and her pussy was far from unpleasant. There was a hint of sex in her pleasant aroma but I was a good boy and stayed away from anything that looked tempting.
She led me into the master bedroom so that I could help her into a short denim skirt and then she shooed me out while she found a bra and top to wear. When she hobbled out into the living room, I had to admit that she was a good looking woman and remembering how close I had been to her was giving me the beginnings of an erection.
She had even taken the time to add some makeup and I was flattered. I hadn’t expected anything like that and, when I saw what she had done, I changed my mind about dinner.
“It’s almost dinner time so what if I take you out to dinner?” I had thought of raiding her kitchen to prepare dinner but the thought of taking a pretty lady out was hard to resist
Heather gave me that suspicious look for a moment and then smiled, “OK … but I had a call from my daughter while I was getting dressed and we’ll have to be back by 8.30. She changed her mind about not coming up till tomorrow and she is already on her way,”
I guess that I should have been pleased about that, but I was little disappointed that my time as Heather’s nurse would be cut short.
I gave her several options to choose from and she chose an Asian restaurant down on the tourist strip. That was a pleasant surprise for me because that was my favourite Asian restaurant in town and after comparing notes I discovered that it was one of Heather’s favourites too.
Over dinner we talked about families, life alone, dating and many other things. I discovered that she had three adult children but only Karen, the daughter who was on her way to Whaler’s Bay, lived in Queensland, The other two lived interstate and she Heather rarely saw them
Heather had moved to the Bay with her husband who had promptly run off with a woman he had met online and left Heather to fend for herself. At least he had left her the house and she was making ends meet by doing some editing for a publishing house in Sydney.
Once her divorce was finalised she had tried online dating with little success and one very scary encounter with a guy who still occasionally turned up on her doorstep. She described him as ‘weird’ and I suggested that she obtain a court order that would keep him away from her but she was reluctant to do that because she thought that it might only make matters worse.
I asked if I could call her occasionally just to make sure she was OK, and we exchanged phone numbers and then it was time to go back to her place. As we turned into her street we could see a car in her driveway and she identified that as her daughter’s.
I pulled in behind her daughter’s car with every intention of helping Heather into the house but before we had even stopped a young woman burst out of the house and almost dragged Heather out of the car and hustled her into the house.
I wandered up to the front door but before I could reach it the young woman was back, blocking my way.
“My mother doesn’t need your help anymore, I’m here so you can go. Don’t try and call her, she doesn’t want to see you anymore. She doesn’t need any more leeches in her life.”
I started to protest but she gave me a two-handed shove, “Just go away or I will call the police!”
I almost laughed at that as I turned away but then a wave of disappointment flooded over me, and I climbed into my vehicle and slowly drove home.
I had really liked Heather. I had begun to feel verycomfortable with her and I found it hard to believe that the friendly woman whose company I really enjoyed at dinner could possibly turn into someone who didn’t want to see me anymore.