Seventeen-year-old Nancy had just graduated from High School and already knew what she wanted to do in life. She wanted to become a nurse.

Nancy had planned to enroll in the local nursing program, but she had to wait all summer before classes began. Eager to get started she looked through the class schedule and guides when something jumped out at her.

“Practical work experience will be assessed for additional class credits. Experience may include, but is not limited to, working in a lab, assisting the elderly, or in-home care.”

That night at dinner Nancy told her parents about the opportunity to earn additional credits, and that she wanted to do something during summer break toward that goal. Her parents thought it was a great idea and thought about what she could do to earn experience.

Just as dinner was almost over her father snapped up, “I've got it! Old Man Johnson is getting up there in years and I'm sure he could use some assistance around the house.”

Mr. Johnson was a past client of Nancy’s father. He had become widowed several years back and the two of them kept in touch from time to time.

“I’ll give him a call and see if he's interested.”

Nancy jumped up and gave her father a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, “Thank you, thank you, Daddy!”

Her father retreated to his office to make the call while Nancy and her mother cleaned the dinner dishes. They had just finished cleaning when Nancy’s father walked into the kitchen, “He said that he would love to have you come to assist him this summer. He said that you can start tomorrow morning.”

Nancy’s father gave her the address and then she headed up to bed. She wanted to get a good night's sleep before beginning work in the morning.

The next morning Nancy woke up with butterflies in her stomach. She began to doubt if this was a good idea or not. ‘What if he was mean?’ ‘What if he was smelly and gross?’ ‘What if he was a dirty old pervert?!’ Nancy tried to swallow her doubts. Her dad wouldn’t have recommended him if he had any concerns.

Now she had another concern. What should she wear? Nancy tore through her closet trying to find the perfect outfit. Something that looked professional but not too over the top.

Nancy finally decided to go with a pair of nice jeans and a button-up blouse. She said her goodbyes to her parents and set off to Mr. Johnson’s house.

Not knowing what to expect, she was pleasantly surprised when she pulled up in front of Mr. Johnson’s house. It was a well-kept, modern home, and just a little smaller than Nancy’s house.

Ding-dong, rang the doorbell as Nancy nervously waited for someone to answer.

A few minutes later the door opened, and an elderly man was standing before her.

“Hello! You must be Nancy. My name is Jack Johnson.”

“Hello, Mr. Johnson. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Please come in.”

Nancy stepped inside as Mr. Johnson closed the door. She took in the appearance of the house. The furnishings were a little outdated, but everything was well-maintained and clean. Mr. Johnson led her into the living room. He sat in his easy chair while Nancy sat opposite him on the couch.

“So tell me about yourself,” Mr. Johnson requested.

Nancy told him her life story and future aspirations. She found that talking to him came easy. He was a good listener and asked all the right questions. Nancy occasionally found herself getting lost in Mr. Johnson’s bright blue eyes. She noticed that he was actually a good-looking man for his age and considered that he was probably very good-looking when he was younger.

“How late can you work until? I'm not suggesting you have to work late but I just don't want to ask too much of you.”

“I can stay as late as you need me. I'm all yours, all summer long.”

Mr. Johnson’s lips turned up into a smile, “I like the sound of that.”

Nancy blushed when she realized she had used a poor choice of words. She wondered if Mr. Johnson had thought the same thing. Trying to change the subject quickly, Nancy asked, “So where do you want me to start?”

Mr. Johnson seemed to ponder for a moment before answering, “I was just about to make myself some breakfast. Have you eaten yet?”

“No, but please let me make it for you. What would you like?”

“Let’s make it together, at least until you get to know your way around the kitchen,” he responded.

Nancy and Mr. Johnson worked together in the kitchen making themselves breakfast. Mr. Johnson seemed to be light on his feet. Having Nancy around gave him an extra boost of energy.

The two chatted as they worked, occasionally bumping into each other lightly. Mr. Johnson would sometimes rub the small of Nancy’s back as they stood close together. Once the meal was complete, they sat at the kitchen table to enjoy their meals.

“Oh, I almost forgot. I need to take my morning medications with my meal,” Mr. Johnson announced.

“Let me get it for you,” Nancy said cheerfully, “That's part of a nurse's duties.”

Mr. Johnson smiled, “Okay. The morning pills are in the yellow container marked Sunday through Saturday. My evening pills are in a similar blue container.” Nancy went to the counter and found the pill containers right where Mr. Johnson said they would be. She opened the yellow container corresponding with the current day of the week.

She poured the contents into her hand and held the three pills. Two yellow pills and a red one. She brought the pills to Mr. Johnson who proceeded to pop all three in his mouth and chased them down with a sip of juice.

“What are your medications for?” Nancy asked.

“Just your typical getting old medications like blood pressure and the likes. Nothing to be worried about.”

Once they had completed their meals, Mr. Johnson rose from his seat and let out a loud groan. He hunched over in pain.

“Oh my god! Are you okay, Mr. Johnson?” Nancy asked as she sprung out of her seat and ran to Mr. Johnson to help support his weight.

“Yes, yes. I'm okay. My legs are just a little sore. I must have overdone it in the kitchen.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Nancy asked as Mr. Johnson wrapped his arm over Nancy’s shoulder.

“I have some Ben Gay in the bedroom. Rubbing some on my legs should help relieve the pain.”

Nancy helped walk Mr. Johnson into his bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed and pointed out the tube of Ben Gay to Nancy. As Nancy walked over to grab the tube, Mr. Johnson undid his pants and slid them down his legs. He was now sitting in his t-shirt and underwear, a pair of white briefs.

“Would you mind helping me apply it?” Mr. Johnson asked, “I don't want you to do anything you're uncomfortable with.”

Nancy thought about it for a moment as she looked at Mr. Johnson sitting in his underwear, “Umm… Just part of my nursing training, I suppose. Lay back on the bed and I will take care of everything.”

Mr. Johnson scooted back onto his bed and lay back as Nancy poured some Ben Gay into her hand. She rubbed her hands together and climbed onto the bed, taking a position next to Mr. Johnson. She looked his legs up and down. His legs were thicker than she was expecting. He was not a frail old man and seemed to be in pretty good shape. Then her eyes ran up to his underwear and noticed the large bulge in the front of his underwear. He was not hard, but his underwear was clearly filled with some large contents behind them.

Nancy had seen her father in his underwear several times around the house and knew that he did not fill out the front of his underwear the way that Mr. Johnson was. She looked away and rested her hands on Mr. Johnson’s legs. She began rubbing the medicine into his legs in a very clinical manner. As she worked, her eyes kept drifting up to Mr. Johnson’s crotch. She wondered what his package must look like. Was he really as big as he appeared to be?

Nancy had no real point of reference. She had never seen an exposed cock before. She had only seen images in sex education and the occasional porn video which she rarely viewed. She couldn't shake her curiosity. She stared at it intently as her hand continued to rub his legs.

She happened to look up at Mr. Johnson and saw him smiling at her, “Mmm, that feels much better,” he said softly.

“I'm glad to hear it. Why don't you rest up a bit and I will go clean up the dishes and kitchen.”

“Okay. Thank you, dear,” Mr. Johnson said as he closed his eyes and Nancy left his room.

Nancy kept herself busy cleaning as she tried to shake the image of Mr. Johnson’s large bulge from her mind.

It was nearing lunchtime, so Nancy made a couple of sandwiches and set them on the table before going to retrieve Mr. Johnson. She entered Mr. Johnson’s room quietly and found him resting in the same position she left him in. Her eyes went directly to his crotch trying to make out any details of what lay beneath. She stood next to the bed and reached out to Mr. Johnson. Placing a hand on his shoulder, she slowly shook him and said, “Mr. Johnson, it’s time for lunch.”

His eyes slowly opened, and he smiled when he saw Nancy looking down at him, “Thank you. Help me up, won't you?” he said as he reached out to Nancy.

Nancy held his arm and helped him up into a sitting position. He then sat up from the bed and started to walk toward the door.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Nancy asked, motioning to his pants on the floor, “Here, let me help you.”

Nancy grabbed his pants and opened them up on the floor so Mr. Johnson could step into them without bending over or losing his footing. Then Nancy pulled them up his legs and to his waist. Now she just had to zip them shut. But there was a problem. Mr. Johnson’s bulge extended out past his fly. If Nancy tried to zip his pants shut, she would close the zipper on his package.

Not wanting to spend too much time on her knees in front of Mr. Johnson with his fly open, Nancy reacted quickly. She reached up with her hand and pushed Mr. Johnson’s bulge back as she pulled his zipper up. Nancy was shocked by the amount of thick meat she felt in her hand as she did this, sending a shiver down her spine and butterflies danced in her stomach.

“All better now!” Nancy announced as she rose to her feet. She looped her arm into Mr. Johnson’s and the two of them walked out to the kitchen table arm in arm.

They finished their meals quickly and Nancy asked, “Now what should we do?”

“I normally just sit in my easy chair, but I don't want to bore you. Maybe we could do something together like play a board game or put a puzzle together.

Nancy loved puzzles. She enjoyed the challenge of them and liked seeing the images of them come together as she attached each piece.

“I’d love to build a puzzle with you!” Nancy said excitedly.

“Okay great. I'm sure I have one around here somewhere.”

Mr. Johnson went to his closet and rummaged around until he exited, holding up a clear plastic bag full of puzzle pieces, “I found one.”

“Don’t you have the box it came in?” Nancy asked.

“The box must have been damaged and thrown out ages ago. To be honest, I don't even know what this puzzle looks like anymore.”

“That's okay. I'm up for the extra challenge and it will be a nice surprise when we're done.”

Mr. Johnson dumped the bag of puzzle pieces onto the kitchen table. They both went about turning the pieces over, so the image side was face up. The pieces contained a large variety of bright colors. Nancy had no idea what the puzzle’s image must be. Nancy knew the best way to start a puzzle was to arrange all of the edge pieces first. So, the two of them went about the task of creating the puzzle border. Once the border was completed, Nancy sat back and tried to figure out what the image might be. There was just a flurry of bright colors but still didn't garner any clues about the image.

The afternoon had flown by and now it was time for dinner. Nancy insisted on making dinner for the two of them while Mr. Johnson sat in his easy chair watching the news. Nancy really enjoyed taking care of Mr. Johnson. She was doing things that she never would have done at home. But seeing Mr. Johnson’s smile was all the reward Nancy needed for her hard work. Once the table was set, Nancy called Mr. Johnson over to the table. As he sat down, Nancy held out the three little pills she had retrieved from the evening pill container.

Mr. Johnson swallowed the pills with a glass of water and the two of them began eating. They shared a wonderful conversation as they ate. Nancy still couldn't believe how easy and wonderful it was to talk to Mr. Johnson. He shared words of wisdom he'd learned from his own life experiences without sounding smug or overbearing.

Mr. Johnson cleared his throat after eating, “I always take a bath after dinner,” he said sheepishly.

“Oh, okay. How can I help?” asked Nancy.

“Would you mind running the bathwater while I get ready?”

“Of course! That would be easy.”

“And… umm… would you also mind washing my back? I don't remember the last I was able to wash my back properly.”

“Sure. More nursing experience, right?” Nancy said cheerfully.

“Yes. Exactly,” Mr. Johnson smiled.

Nancy ran to the bathroom to start filling the tub. She thought about how it might be embarrassing for Mr. Johnson to be naked in the tub in front of her, so she grabbed a bottle of body wash and poured a generous amount into the water. Bubbles began to fill the tub as it filled with water. Nancy was happy with her efforts and turned off the water.

“Mr. Johnson!” she called out, “Your bath is ready!”

Mr. Johnson entered the bathroom wearing a long, red and black flannel robe.

He chuckled when he saw the bath filled with bubbles, “I haven't had a bubble bath since I was a kid,” he mused.

He started to untie his robe when Nancy spoke up, “I’ll wait outside while you get into the tub. Then call me in when you are ready.”

Mr. Johnson stopped in his tracks until Nancy had stepped outside the room and closed the door behind her.

“I’m ready,” Mr. Johnson called out a few minutes later.

Nancy re-entered the room to see Mr. Johnson soaking in the tub. The bubbles had done the trick and hid Mr. Johnson’s indecency. She knelt next to the tub and asked Mr. Johnson if he was ready for her to wash his back. He nodded and leaned forward. Grabbing a washcloth, she poured some body wash into the washcloth. Then she began scrubbing Mr. Johnson’s back.

Mr. Johnson’s head hung down and he let out little moans while Nancy washed his back.

“You are a true godsend,” Mr. Johnson told her, “It's been a while since I enjoyed a day as good as this one. Thank you so much for taking care of me.”

“I’m happy to do it and have been really enjoying your company as well.”

Once Mr. Johnson’s back was nice and clean, Nancy handed the washcloth to Mr. Johnson and then scooped up the bath water with her hand and ran it down his back. She used the palms of her hands to rub the soapy water down Mr. Johnson’s back. She enjoyed running her hand across his nude, strong back.

Mr. Johnson started washing his front while Nancy continued running her hands down his back.

“I think I'm all done here. Is there anything else you need me to do?” Nancy secretly hoped there was.

“Well, it’s a little difficult to reach my feet these days.”

“No problem,” said Nancy.

She stood up and moved to the foot of the bathtub. Seeing that Mr. Johnson was using the washcloth, she decided to just use her bare hands. After pouring some body wash into her hand, she leaned over the tub and grabbed one of his feet out of the water. Nancy then ran her soap-filled hand along the sole of Mr. Johnson's foot. Mr. Johnson let out a loud laugh and jerked his foot away, slamming it down into the water. A large splash of water came flying up and soaked the front of Nancy’s blouse.

“I'm so sorry,” said Mr. Johnson, “I should have warned you that my feet are ticklish.”

“It’s okay,” chuckled Nancy, “No harm done. I can just throw my shirt in the dryer. It should be dry by the time I go home. I'll be right back.”

Nancy stood up and her wet shirt clung to her large breast. Mr. Johnson was not shy about looking at the results.

A moment later Nancy was out of the bathroom and down the hall. She found the washer and dryer in a commonplace. She removed her blouse and threw it into the empty dryer and started the machine. Her thin bra had become slightly damp as well. Nancy considered throwing it into the dryer as well but couldn't imagine walking back into the bathroom topless with Mr. Johnson in there. She decided to keep the bra on and hoped it would be dry enough before heading home. Nancy headed back to the bathroom and did her best to pretend everything about this situation was completely normal. When Nancy walked in, Mr. Johnson’s eyes opened wide. Her damp thin bra had become semi-transparent. Her darker areolas stood out through the thin bra and her nipples protruded significantly.

“Now where were we?” Nancy asked, trying to remain as professional as possible.

“You were washing my feet. But you were going to try to be less ticklish,” Mr. Johnson laughed.

“Got it,” said Nancy as she leaned over the tub again.

Mr. Johnson watched as her round tits hung down in front of her while she gently washed his feet, doing her best not to tickle him again. Nancy turned her head to look at Mr. Johnson. She noticed two things. Mr. Johnson was obviously looking at her large breasts through her wet bra, and his hand had moved below the water line.

Mr. Johnson was taking his time cleaning himself. His arm ran back and forth as his hand stroked across his crotch and back again.

The bubbles in the bath had begun to dissipate at this point and Nancy could see his hand moving over his crotch. She also noticed that he was no longer using the washcloth and was instead using his bare hand on the meaty girth between his legs. Much to Mr. Johnson’s pleasure, he noticed that Nancy’s nipples had grown and became hard under the thin fabric of her bra. Mr. Johnson stroked his flaccid cock trying to will it to life, but to no avail.

“I’m done with your feet, Mr. Johnson. Was there anything else you would like me to wash?” Nancy asked without taking her eyes off Mr. Johnson's crotch. Snapping Mr. Johnson back to reality, “Oh. I think we are done. Thank you again, darling.”

Mr Johnson started to lift himself up when Nancy said, “Okay. I'll wait outside while you get out of the tub.”

“Yes. Of course,” Mr. Johnson paused.

Nancy stood up. Turned to face Mr. Johnson and smiled, giving him one last view of her beautiful tits before turning and exiting the bathroom. Nancy waited outside the door while she waited for Mr. Johnson to emerge.

“Ahhhh!” Nancy heard Mr. Johnson yell.

Nancy bolted into the bathroom and found Mr. Johnson naked and lying on his stomach, “What happened?” Nancy asked. Nancy grabbed the flannel robe and covered his nude body while he explained, “I slipped getting out of the bathtub.”

Mr. Johnson wrapped the robe around his body as he sat up.

“Did you hurt anything?” Nancy asked with concern.

“Other than my ego, no. I'm okay,” he said as he reached up to Nancy.

Nancy helped pull him to his feet. Once he was standing, he wrapped his arms around Nancy to balance himself while he regained his footing. Nancy held him tightly, ensuring he didn't fall again but also enjoyed the impromptu embrace. They stood together for a few minutes as Nancy’s mostly exposed breasts pressed into Mr. Johnson's chest.

“Nurse Nancy saves the day again,” chuckled Mr. Johnson. Nancy giggled. She liked the sound of that.

The two of them continued to cling to each other as Nancy led him to his bed. Mr. Johnson lay back and looked up at Nancy. She stood in front of him unsure what to do next. Her body was on clear display to him. A fact that was not lost on either of them.

“Would you mind…” Mr. Johnson began.

“Yes. Anything!” Nancy responded a little too eagerly.

“Would you mind lying with me, just until I fall asleep?”

“Oh. Umm,” Nancy said, unsure how to respond.

“It would make for a perfect end to a perfect day,” added Mr. Johnson.

“Well, since you put it that way,” Nancy smiled, “Besides, I don't think my shirt is dry yet, so I can't go home yet anyway.”

Mr. Johnson smiled as Nancy climbed into bed next to him. She snuggled up next to him and placed her head on his shoulder and her hand on his chest.

“I know I keep telling you this, but I have been so happy to have you here with me.”

“I know Mr. Johnson. I'm really happy to be here, too.”

“Can I tell you something?” he asked.

“Of course.”

“You remind me a lot of my late wife. She was a beautiful, loving woman, and I loved her dearly. I hope that's not weird to say.”

“Not at all. I appreciate the compliment.”

“You are like her in a lot of ways. Well, all except one.”

“Oh?” Nancy asked wondering what it could be.

“Well, you see, my late wife was not as well-endowed as you.”

“Endowed?” Nancy asked, not understanding what he meant.

“She had, umm, much smaller breasts than you,” Mr. Johnson said quietly.

“Oh. I'm sorry. Do my larger breasts bother you?” Nancy asked clinching her body, trying to fold in on herself.

“No, no, no!” Mr. Johnson said excitedly, “Just the opposite!”

“Oh?” Nancy said letting her body relax again.

“I’m what you might call a breasts man. I do love a nice pair of tits. The bigger the better. And I can say without a doubt that yours are the best pair I've ever seen.”

Nancy felt herself blush but did enjoy the attention she was receiving. She rolled onto her back and pushed her tits forward.

“What? These old things?” Nancy said sarcastically as she reached up and squeezed her tits together.

“Yes, those. I would have had the time of my life if my late wife had tits like those.”

“That's sweet of you to say,” Nancy replied as she rolled back toward Mr. Johnson. She pressed her tits into his body as she gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Just then the buzzer on the dryer rang announcing that Nancy’s shirt was now dry.

“Saved by the bell,” Mr. Johnson chuckled.

Nancy sat up facing Mr. Johnson. He took the opportunity to look at her breasts one last time before she headed home, “I will have some sweet dreams tonight,” he told Nancy.

Nancy smiled and pressed her tits together and pulled the top of her bra down just a little to expose even more flesh, “I'm sure you will.”

“Good night, darling. I look forward to seeing you in the morning.”

“I can't wait. I will see you bright and early,” Nancy replied as she turned and made her way out of the bedroom.

Nancy stopped at the dryer to retrieve her blouse and then set off for home after putting it on.

Once at home, Nancy sought out her parents to tell them how the day had gone. She found them in bed, scrolling through their phones.

“How did it go?” her mother asked, looking up from her phone.

“It went really well! Mr. Johnson is a very nice man. I have decided to take care of him this summer.”

“I knew it would be a good fit,” her father chimed in, “I’m happy to hear you will be taking good care of Mr. Johnson.”

“Yes,” Nancy continued, “I think I will learn a lot from him.”

Nancy said her good nights to her parents and headed to her room for bed. She was already excited to start the next day with Mr. Johnson.

To be continued.