Chapter 2: Building Tension
The next morning Alicia decided to let her hair down, wear a beautiful white top which was well fitted and a tight pencil skirt in black. Even her Uber driver had set his rear view mirror to be able to see her bouncy busy and made sure he took the bumpiest ride in making her boobs bounce all the way in.
Alicia had even told him to stop it, but it only led to a nasty joke which she chose to ignore. Once Alicia arrived at the nursing home dressed to kill, she was greeted by the sweet smell of cleanliness, a sharp contrast to the previous day's encounter with John William's fetid breath. As she walked down the hallway, she caught sight of her reflection in the glass door, admiring her figure.
Her black skirt hugged her curves tightly, accentuating her hourglass shape while her white top did wonders to show off her cleavage.
Alicia stood in front of the mirrored wall in the staff locker room, examining her outfit. She ran her fingers through her long, dark hair, tucking a stray strand behind her ear. Satisfied with her appearance, she exited the locker room, her heels clicking rhythmically against the cold tile floor.
As she approached the nurses' station, Alicia couldn't help but notice the appreciative glances thrown her way by the male residents and staff members alike. One of the younger doctors gazed at her lustfully, his eyes scanning her voluptuous figure hungrily.
Alicia caught sight of him and quickly averted her gaze, her cheeks flushing crimson with embarrassment. As she passed by, the doctor muttered something under his breath, his voice low and insinuating. Alicia paused, her heart quickening pace at the prospect of what he might say.
"Nice outfit," the doctor commented casually, his gaze lingering on her ample bosom. "Good choice, considering the type of clients we have here."
Alicia froze, her eyes widening as she absorbed the implications of his words.
She could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks, staining her skin a deep shade of crimson. Her pulse raced erratically, threatening to burst through her veins.
"Uh, thanks," she murmured awkwardly, her voice cracking under the strain. "I guess I'll see you later."
Without waiting for a response, Alicia hurried away, her heels clicking furiously against the cold tile floor. Despite her best efforts to conceal her discomfort, she could still sense the doctor's gaze boring into her back, his leering stare burning a hole through her clothing.
Alicia pushed the unsettling feeling to the back of her mind, focusing instead on the task at hand.
Mrs. Miller was already seated in the lounge area, eagerly awaiting Alicia's arrival. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she watched Alicia approach, her hands shaking excitedly.
"Alicia!" Mrs. Miller squealed, her voice filled with delight. "You look absolutely stunning today!"
Alicia blushed profusely, her cheeks turning a deep shade of pink. "Thank you, Mrs.
Miller," Alicia replied, her voice betraying hints of unease. "I'm glad you approve. Now, let's get started with our session.
Mrs. Miller smiled warmly, her gaze lingering on Alicia's radiant features. "I'm doing well, thank you for asking. How about you, dear? Are you settling in nicely at the nursing home?"
"Yes, I am," Alicia answered honestly, her voice steady and confident. "Everyone's been incredibly supportive and accommodating.
It's truly a blessing to work in such a nurturing environment," Alicia shared, her voice filled with warmth and appreciation.
"I can already see the difference it's making in the lives of the residents here."
"That's wonderful, dear," Mrs. Miller commended, her eyes twinkling with delight. "You're already making a positive impact, it seems. I'm sure everyone appreciates having you here."
"I appreciate your kind words, Mrs. Miller," Alicia responded gratefully. They had a great session. Then came the moment Alicia was avoiding, she had to council
mr Williams again. His vitals were high and he was visibly nervous. Alicia had tried to avoid him as much as possible but her boss insisted that he needed her help. He was an important resident and they had to protect every resident in the facility.
She approached the room with trepidation, trying to appear as normal as possible. It was no use. She could feel his eyes staring at her ass and she felt her pussy getting wet. She wanted to slap him. But she knew she couldn't. This was her job. She took a deep breath and opened the door.
John, an elderly man with a grizzled exterior, was lying in bed watching her enter, his eyes burning with desire. He looked at her body hungrily, his gaze tracing up and down her curves. Alicia felt a wave of revulsion wash over her, but she managed to compose herself.
"Hi, John," she said, forcing a smile onto her lips. "How are you feeling today?"
John grunted in reply, his eyes never leaving her body. "Not bad, I guess," he muttered, his voice hoarse and rough.
"Just taking things one day at a time."
Alicia forced a polite smile, ignoring the uncomfortable sensation crawling up her spine. "That's good to hear, John. I'm sure you'll continue to improve and adapt to your surroundings."
"Yeah, right," John scoffed, his tone bitter and sarcastic. "Like I have a choice. Just gotta lie here and wait for the reaper to come knocking."
Alicia's heart ached for the desolate old man, trapped in his own misery. Alicia felt a little bad for him. “Is there something that is bothering you, John she asked emphatically.
Yes, he said. I’m sexually frustrated, my penis works fine but the rest of me.. he trailed off pointing at his ugly body.
Alicia cringed inwardly, her stomach churning uncomfortably. She had spent countless hours comforting other residents, offering solace and companionship to those who sought it. But never before had she encountered such bald-faced sexual desperation.
"So, um," Alicia stammered, her voice quavering nervously, "what exactly brings you to seek me out for such conversations? Is it the way I carry myself? Or is it something more?"
John blinked twice, his rheumy eyes welling up with tears. “Well, it is your job!” He barked at her. He was right, it was her job so it was time to council him about his desires.
“So tell me John. What makes you so Horny just lying here. No access to any porn or anything” she asked taking notes.
John shook his head, his eyes pleading, “I don’t have internet and I can’t jerk off. I need help” he blurted out. Alicia was shocked but also intrigued. She wanted to explore this topic further with John. After all, his needs were valid.
"Okay, John," Alicia said, her voice calm and measured. "Why don't you start by telling me more about your fantasies? Let's delve into your inner desires and explore what turns you on."
John hesitated, his gaze darting nervously around the room.
"Well, it's kinda embarrassing," he mumbled, his voice barely audible. "You see, I've always enjoyed watching girls undress."
Alicia's eyebrows shot up in surprise, her shock evident on her face. That's quite the confession, John."
"Hey, don't judge me," John protested feebly, his voice strained and defensive. "I haven't done anything wrong, have I?
" John insisted, his voice quivering with uncertainty. "This is natural, isn't it? Watching a woman undress?"
Alicia considered his question carefully, weighing her words before responding. "It's not necessarily wrong, John," she conceded reluctantly. "But it's important to recognize that your desires are complex and multifaceted. What excites you now may evolve over time."
John shifted uncomfortably in his bed, his gaze locked on Alicia's face. "Maybe," he whispered, his voice barely audible. “Being here I can only use my imagination. And I tend to do that imagining someone dress” he trailed off. “Someone”? Said Alicia sarcastically
. She was curious but also apprehensive. She didn't want to cross any lines or make John upset. However, she couldn't deny the growing tension between them.
"Imagine someone, you say?" Alicia prodded, her voice teasing and coy. "Who would that be, John?"
John's face burned bright red, his eyes darting nervously around the room. "Well, I, uh," he stuttered, his voice crackling with discomfort.
"I suppose I fantasize about you sometimes, Alicia."
Alicia's jaw dropped, her eyes widening in shock. "Me?" she gasped, her voice strangled with disbelief. "But why would you even entertain such thoughts? We hardly know each other."
John shrugged weakly, his Adam's apple bobbing conspicuously. "I dunno," he confessed, his voice strained and desperate. "You intrigue me, Alicia.
“I have to honest to my shrink and honestly I’ve always had a fetish for Arab women and I’ve always had a fetish was petite women with big boobs and you my darling” he looked like he was imagining something now.
“Ok. Calm down now” said Alicia as she placed her hands on his clammy forehead. “Relax. Take deep breaths. In. Out. In. Out. There. Better?” she asked.
John nodded, his breathing gradually returning to normal. “Sorry, I just get carried away sometimes,” he apologized humbly. “But I really enjoy it when you talk dirty to me. It gets me all hot and bothered.”
Alicia swallowed a lump in her throat, her pulse racing uncontrollably. She hadn't really considered the possibility of engaging in such explicit conversation with him.