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                  I am a nurse at a small nursing home.  I started
             working there after my divorce.  The stress of hospital
             nursing had caused part of the problems with my husband and
             contributed to our marriage's demise.  I switched to the
             nursing home as I was able to get a regular day schedule
             which is important now that I have to raise my son by
             myself.  The pay is not particularly good, but I can be home
             when he gets home from school.  Between work and raising my
             son, there is not much time (nor money) left for a social
             life.
                  Adjusting to working at a nursing home was tough.  The
             residents usually have irreversible conditions associated
             with the aged.  I am a person who has always tried to touch
             patients personally and it is tough seeing these people
             suffering, and often being ignored by their family, left to
             live out their final days.  Most of the staff seems
             uninterested in the residents and unmoved by their
             situations.  One of the nice features about working at a
             nursing home is that you get time to know the residents as
             they are not always coming and going.  But it then is
             extremely tough when one of the residents passes away.
                  One of my favorite residents is Jack.  He is an 82 year
             man who acts like a gentleman of the old days.  He is
             extremely slim (partly the result of one of his maladies)
             and has very distinctive gray hair and a mustache.  He is
             what everyone would want for a grandfather.  He is still
             partly mobile and takes his daily walk around the facility.
             He has a private room (must come from a wealthy family).
             Jack's grandson, Bill, is the only visitor that I have ever
             seen him have.  He comes about once a month and Jack really
             looks forward to his visits.  Jack often brags about his
             grandson and how successful he is.  Jack's pride and joy is
             his VCR which Bill gave him for Christmas (Most residents
             spend most of the day watching TV).  He is unable to program
             (his hands are too unsteady) but does have a small
             collection of tapes that he likes to watch.  They tend to be
             mostly musical and older style shows (black & white).
                  Bill would often bring a tape or two for Jack.  They
             often would disappear into Jack's room and watch tapes for
             hours behind the closed door (this is out of the ordinary in
             nursing homes where the doors are kept open for most of the
             day so that we can monitor the residents as we walk the
             halls).
                  Bill was visiting one early summer day when I knocked
             on the door and entered with Jack's afternoon medication.
             They quickly turned off the VCR but not before I could see
             that a naked woman dancing on the screen.  They both were
             obviously embarrassed and looked like a couple of small boys
             caught with there hand in the cookie jar.  I pretended to
             have not seen anything and left after making sure that Jack
             had taken his pills.  It didn't really bother me that they
             were watching X-rated movies (I guess being a nurse you get
             use to naked bodies and they lose some of their shock value)
             but wondered whether the film could affect Jack (I knew it
             couldn't have physically, but men are so much more visually
             stimulated then woman that he might still be psychologically
             stimulated).
                  Bill came to the nurses station before leaving and
             asked to talk with me.  He apologized for the film and
             explained that Jack had a larger collection of adult films
             before he went into the hospital and had given it to Bill.
             Jack still liked to watch his films so Bill would bring a
             couple by each month and leave them for Jack.  He said that
             he was a little worried whether it was dangerous, but it
             seemed to be one of the thing Jack really enjoyed so he had
             a hard time saying no.  I assured him that it wouldn't hurt
             Jack as long as he viewed tapes in moderation.  I told Bill
             that it could be our little secret (he looked relieved).
                  A month later, Bill came to visit again.  We waved as
             he came in with a small bag under his arm (more tapes I
             guessed).  I had already given Jack his medication so they
             were left alone.  Bill came looking for me when he was done
             and wanted to talk again.  He told me that he had been given
             a temporary assignment overseas.  He would be out of the
             country for over six months and was worried about Jack.  He
             felt especially bad about not being able to visit at
             Christmas.  He wanted to know if he could send a package to
             me to make sure that Jack got it (it is not that unusual for
             presents and other valuables of residents to "disappear").
             I told him that I would be glad to help.  I asked him what
             he was going to do about the films.  He said that Jack had a
             place where he could hide only two tapes so he just would
             have to wait.  I ended up offering to hold some tapes and
             trade them out occasionally.  Bill was unsure how Jack would
             react as he thought he was hiding his little hobby.  Bill
             said that he would think about it and would talk to me in
             two weeks when he came for Jack's birthday party.
                  We try to make birthdays a big deal.  Jack had become a
             special pet of mine so I decided to get him something
             special.  I went to the local video store and got him
             Playboy's Lingerie Fantasies.  We gathered all the residents
             in the community room and had cake and ice cream to
             celebrate Jack's birthday.  Bill was there too and he told
             me that he had brought a box of tapes and was going to talk
             with Jack.  Jack was a little tense as he knew that Bill was
             leaving the following week for Europe.
                  After dinner and helping all the residents back to
             their rooms, I stopped in to visit with Jack and Bill.  I
             brought along my gift for Jack (we do not allow present
             exchange at the parties so no one feels left out).  Bill
             helped Jack open the package and they were both surprised.
             Bill hadn't talked with Jack about me helping out, but I
             told him not to be embarrassed and that I would keep his
             secret.  He seemed relieved.  I left to medicate a few other
             residents.  Bill caught up with later and we walked out to
             his car.  He took the box and put it in my car.  Later, I
             put the box on the top shelf of my closet so my son couldn't
             get into it.
                  The following weekend, I was having the rare luxury of
             a weekend alone.  My ex-husband and his new wife were taking
             my son on a camping trip.  Saturday, I spent the day mostly
             doing chores like laundry and vacuuming.  That evening, I
             turned on the TV and put my feet up.  I couldn't find
             anything I was interested in to watch (mostly summer
             reruns).  The I remembered the box of tapes.  When we were
             married, my husband rented a couple of x-rated films.  It
             had been good for and evening and we ended up in bed trying
             to recreate some of the scenes.  There was about twenty
             tapes in the box.  Some were in slick professional boxes and
             others were in blank tape boxes.  I took a couple of the
             blank boxes ( I was curious) and closed the drapes and
             popped one into the machine.  It turned out to be what is
             called an "amateur" type tape.  It was an ordinary couple
             (which later turned into a trio when a second woman arrived)
             making love.  No plot but plenty of action.  As I mentioned
             earlier, I don't have much of a social life.  I haven't been
             with a man (or woman, animal, vegetable, inanimate objects,
             etc.) since my marriage broke up.  My only release has been
             masturbation, but even that hasn't been too frequent.  I
             found my hand gravitating to my lap as I watched the first
             tape.  When it ended (it was only 30 minutes long), I went
             to my bedroom and removed my clothes and put a robe on.  I
             took a towel (so I wouldn't stain the couch) and returned to
             the living room.  I put in the second tape and sat back.  It
             featured a very pretty girl masturbating.  Soon, I was
             mimicking her actions.  I really enjoyed myself that night
             and vowed to improve my sex life, even if it just meant more
             masturbating.
                  I found a note from Bill in the box.  It said that Jack
             preferred tapes with lots of women, mostly solo and to
             always make sure that his stash had atleast one of these.
             At first, when I brought in tapes to trade out with Jack, he
             was embarrassed, but as the weeks and months pasted, he grew
             more at ease.  We would often talk in the afternoons (but he
             would never bring up the subject of the tapes or ask for new
             ones, preferring to wait until I chose to bring in a new
             one).
                  I was finding that I was rolling the TV into my bedroom
             after my son had been put to bed atleast twice a week.  Many
             of the films featured women playing with toys.  I wanted to
             experiment with them but did not know where to get them.
             Our town has a couple of adult book stores, but I did not
             know if I could get up the nerve to go in one.  Also, I
             wasn't even sure that "book" stores would carry anything
             like that.
                  Finally, my curiosity got the better of me.  One night
             after work, I sent my son over to a friends house to play
             and changed into blue jeans and a sweat shirt.  I put a
             baseball cap on and wore sunglasses.  All in all, I thought
             I looked pretty nondescript.  I parked in front of a nearby
             store and walked to the entrance.  The store had racks of
             magazines on one side and racks of video tapes on another.
             There was a display case with a large variety of toys.  The
             man behind the counter gave me the once over and then turned
             back to his TV.  There were a couple of men looking at the
             merchandise and I saw one disappear into the back where they
             showed films.  I looked at the magazines briefly and then at
             the tapes.  I picked up a tabloid about x-rated movies
             (Video Xcitement, I highly recommend it) and wait for the
             remaining man to pay for his purchase and leave.  That left
             me and the cashier.  I pointed to a vibrator and a large
             dildo and the cashier took them out of the case.  I was
             turning three shades of red as the cashier smirked while
             putting the items in a bag.  I quickly paid for my purchases
             and practically ran from the store.  I drove home and hid my
             purchases in my dresser before picking up my son.
                  That evening, after putting my son to bed and finishing
             my chores, I pulled the bag out with my purchases in it.  I
             set them all out on the bed and disrobed.  I opened the
             vibrator first.  I had forgotten to get batteries, so it had
             to be put aside.  I then opened the dildo.  It was a fairly
             large model, about 9 inches long and four and a half inches
             wide.  I laid back on my bed and closed my eyes and
             fantasized as I gently fingered myself.  After a couple of
             minutes, I was wet enough to try out my new toy.  I slowly
             inserted it.  It was far larger than anything I had ever
             experienced before.  I could not get the full length in, but
             it felt awfully nice.  I closed my eyes and proceeded to
             stroke the plastic phallic in and out.  It felt so good that
             I had to be careful not to yell out.  I had a couple of nice
             cums from the toy and went to sleep satisfied.
                  The next day, I remembered to pick up batteries for the
             vibrator.  That evening, I thought I had died and went to
             heaven.  The buzz of the vibrator felt so good.  My big
             concern was the noise that it made (and that it made me
             make!).  I needed to be careful not to wake my son.  I also
             had a chance to look through the copy of Video Xcitement.
             It had some really neat ads and articles.  I had wondered
             what source Bill had for amateur tapes, and now I know where
             to find them.
                  Bill had been calling Jack about every other week, and
             would often talk to me afterwards to see how Jack was really
             doing.  Things were actually going pretty well and Bill
             seemed relieved.  His biggest fear was that Jack might die
             while he was overseas and then he couldn't be there for him.
                  In November, Bill was concerned about Christmas.  He
             wanted to get Jack something special, since he couldn't be
             there with on Christmas.  Its always tough to find gifts for
             a person in nursing homes, as they don't have room for a lot
             of possessions.  Most food items have to be checked
             carefully too, as most residents are on special diets (Jack
             was on a restricted diet that did not allow to many treats
             like chocolate, etc.).  Bill asked to send the presents to
             me, so that I could be sure that Jack got them.
                  I was trying to think up something extra special for
             Jack also.  We had become good friends, and I didn't want
             him to be depressed on Christmas day.  Speaking of Christmas
             day, I wasn't looking forward to it as I knew that I was
             going to have to work.  I worked out with my ex-husband to
             take my son for Christmas so he could have a normal
             Christmas.  He would spend most of Christmas eve with me,
             and then I would drop him off at his father's house.  It was
             important to me that he wake up Christmas day and celebrate
             traditionally.  I was a bit depressed that I wouldn't be
             able to be a part of that celebration, however.  I'm afraid
             that is one of the trade offs to having a regular schedule
             was working holidays.
                  Anyway, so I was still trying to think up something
             special.  I even went back to the adult book store to see if
             they had anything interesting.  But at that point, it seemed
             like all they had was more of the same.  I picked up another
             copy of Video Xcitement and looked for some tapes from there
             that might interest Jack.  There were a couple
             possibilities.  There was an article on making your own home
             movies and I wondered if I would enjoy trying that.  That
             gave me the idea to make a tape for Jack's Christmas gift.
             It would work out well since I could be sure that he
             wouldn't share it with anyone so no one else would see it.
             I just wasn't sure if I had the nerve to do something like
             that.  Finally, I decided to make a tape and then decide if
             I would give it to Jack.  I watched a bunch of the amateur
             tapes and decided what parts I liked and what I wanted to
             do.  I realized that my favorite films had obviously been
             filmed with a camera person as the camera angles changed and
             there were close ups.  Some, however, were taped with one
             fixed camera angle.  I decided that I would have to use a
             tripod as there was no one that I trusted to be my camera
             person.
                  I waited until a weekend came along that I would have
             off and that my son would be visiting his father.  I was
             able to borrow a camcorder from the nursing home (they have
             one for use for insurance purposes even though it doesn't
             get used much).  I already had a tripod for my camera.  I
             brought in some of the lights from the living room and
             removed the shades.  I was all set to go.
                  I planned to start slow.  I set the camera up aimed at
             a chair.  I put on a tape of Christmas music in the stereo
             and started the camcorder.  I was dressed in a green
             Christmas sweater and red slacks.  I said hello to Jack and
             told him this was my special Christmas gift to him.  Then I
             read him the night before Christmas.  That should satisfy
             anyone looking at the tape from the beginning that it was
             just a boring home movie.  When I finished reading the story
             I asked if Jack if he had been a good boy this year and told
             him if he promised to keep it just our secret, I had a
             special treat for him.  I got up and turned the camcorder
             off.  I replayed it and it looked fine.  I stopped it short
             of where I got up and turned the camera off.  Then I
             repositioned the camera to aim at the closed drapes in my
             window and to give a larger view.  I started the camcorder
             and stood in front of the drapes.  I started stripping to
             the Christmas music.  First the sweater came off and then
             the slacks.  I had just removed my bra when the music tape
             ended.  I had forgotten to rewind after reading the story.
             I rewind the music tape and reviewed the video tape.  I
             decided to restart at the end of the story as for part of
             the strip show I had been out of frame.  I repositioned some
             lights and moved the camera back.  Also, I made some mental
             boundaries as to how far I could move and still remain in
             the frame.  After redressing, I restarted the music and then
             the camcorder and tried again.  Things went smoother the
             second time and I found myself more relaxed and at ease.
             Soon I was down to my panties again.  I turned away from the
             camera and took them down slowly.  I turned back around
             facing the camera and danced for about a couple of minutes.
             Then I turned the camera off again.  I rewound the video
             tape and watched it.  It was strange, but exciting to see
             myself stripping on the TV.
                  I left the camera where it was and decided to do a
             costume change.  I put on white stocking and a garter belt
             (a present from my ex-husband when we had been on better
             terms), a lacy white bra and panties, and then my white
             nurse uniform dress and cap.  I thought Jack might
             appreciate the costume, even though I don't usually wear the
             white uniform dress in favor of more comfortable light green
             slacks, etc.  This time I stripped to rock and roll (Robert
             Palmer's "Simply Irresistible").  I took everything off
             except the stockings and garter belt.  By the time I was
             finished I was hot from the lights and the dancing.  I
             reviewed the video tape and subconsciously, my hand traveled
             down to my crotch.  I had gotten it right on the first
             "take" so I could continue on with my tape.
                  Though badly in need of relief, I set the camera up
             aimed at the bed.  I set my toys out and turned the stereo
             off.  Turning the camcorder on, I jumped into the bed and
             laid back and spread my legs.  I worked my hands on myself
             first, and then used the vibrator.  I ended up stuffing the
             dildo all the way in before finishing myself off with the
             vibrator.  Once again, I rewound the tape and watched the
             results of my work.  By the time it was done, I was ready to
             go again.  The only real problem with the tape was it had
             the fixed camera shot so there wasn't any close ups.  I
             zoomed the camera in and returned to the bed, hoping I had
             the best parts in frame.  I repeated my earlier show and got
             off again.  At this point, I was tired and just got up and
             turned lights off and the camcorder.  I returned to the bed
             and dropped off to sleep.
                  That evening, I watched the tape from start to finish.
             I ended up masturbating through most of the tape.  It ended
             up running almost an hour.  I thought it looked good, except
             some of the close up work that I had done in the end hadn't
             turned out to great.  When I moved, it sometime took me out
             of frame.  I decided the tape needed some sort of ending.  I
             dressed in the Christmas sweater and slacks that I started
             the tape in.  I set the camera up in the living room and
             moved the chair next to the Christmas tree.  After turning
             the camera on, I told Jack that I hoped he liked his
             Christmas gift.  I told him that I hadn't minded helping him
             out with the tapes, and even though Bill couldn't be there,
             it could still be a special Christmas.  I reminded him that
             it was to be our little secret.
                  Now all I had to do was to decide whether I was going
             to actually going to give Jack the tape.  Bill's gift
             arrived and I put it aside in my apartment for Jack.  The
             hustle and bustle of the season caught up with me and left
             little time.  I was busy helping my son prepare for his
             Christmas pageant and shopping for friends gifts.
                  Christmas eve day came and I tried to cheer Jack up by
             telling him I had a special present if he was good.  I could
             tell he was depressed, however.  That evening, I went to my
             son's pageant and then dropped him at his father's.  I was
             depressed too and went home and had a drink and watched "Its
             a Wonderful Life" by the light of the Christmas tree.  I
             drank more then I should have and regretted it the next
             morning.
                  The routine at a nursing home doesn't change much, even
             on Christmas day.  You wake and dress the residences and
             give them their morning medications.  Some residences need
             more help then others and some are bed bound, so they have
             to be bathed and fed in bed.  At noon, the home had a
             special meal planned and a church group was coming to sing
             Christmas carol's.  It was 3:00 before I could take a break
             and visit Jack.
                  I had brought the tape and Bill's present.  Bill had
             called earlier in the morning and talked with Jack.  We
             opened Bill's present.  It was a big package that had in it
             a bottle of cognac, some candy (that probably wasn't on
             Jack's diet), and a couple of old movies on video tape (not
             dirty movies).  We had a little of the cognac, and I agreed
             to keep the bottle for him as it would probably disappear if
             the orderlies ever found it.  We opened my gift and I told
             Jack that he must not let anyone else see the tape.  He knew
             right then what type of tape it was.  I put the tape in his
             machine and told him to enjoy as I left the room to return
             to work.
                  The rest of the afternoon, I finished preparing for the
             night shift.  We woke patients from their afternoon naps and
             took them to the dining hall for dinner.  The night shift
             would have to take them back, medicate them, and prepare
             them for bed.  One of the nurse told me that Jack had
             requested his dinner in his room.  Usually, we try to
             encourage residence to go to the dining hall as the
             socializing and movement is good for them.  The other nurse
             thought his request was due to holiday depression, but I was
             worried that it was a result of my film.
                  I was just getting ready to sign out, so I offered to
             take his dinner on my way out.  I grabbed my coat and picked
             up his tray.  I knocked on his door and entered.  When he
             saw that it was me, his face lit up and he had a big grin.
             I was relieved to see he was in such good spirits.  I asked
             him if he was alright, since he had asked for dinner in his
             room.  He replied that he had gotten so excited by my
             present that he didn't want to walk into the dining hall
             with a "woody"!  I set the tray with his dinner down and
             could see that he still had a bulge.  I asked how he liked
             the film and he told me that he loved it.  His eyes never
             left me as I set his dinner up for him.  I asked him if he
             always got physically excited by watching his films.  He
             told me it was the first time he had an erection in over ten
             years!  He told me that he had been trying to jerk himself
             off, but his hands were so shaky that he hadn't made much
             progress.
                  I knew we were headed into a dangerous direction with
             the conversation, but still felt myself drawn into that
             direction.  I checked to make sure that the door was closed
             tightly (there are no locks in residence's room) and pulled
             the seat up close to his bed with my back to the door.  I
             asked if he needed help and he looked relieved that I was
             offering to help.  I took some Vaseline intensive care
             lotion from his night stand into my hands and pulled back
             the blankets.  I reached into his pajamas and felt his hard
             on.  I slid the blankets back up over his body so that
             anyone entering the room wouldn't immediately see what was
             going on.  I started stroking him with my right hand.  He
             was about average sized, though he was hard, it was not the
             rock solid hardness that younger men attain.  Jack reached
             for his remote and turned the tape back on.  It was set at
             the point where I was stripping from my nurses uniform.  I
             felt him twitch in my hand a bit.  When I had taken my bra
             off on the tape, Jack told me that he thought I had
             beautiful breasts.  He said that he wished there had been
             some close-ups of them.  I took my hand off his dick and
             stood up.  He looked worried that he had insulted me.  I
             told him to wait just a minute and I went to his bathroom.
                  In his bathroom, I took off my bra and put my uniform
             blouse back on (but did not button it).  I was feeling very
             excited and ran my hand over my own crotch a couple times.
             I returned to Jack's room and retook the seat next to his
             bed.  I opened the front of my blouse (but I still left it
             on so that I could quickly close it should anyone enter the
             room) so Jack could get a view of my breasts.  They were
             very erect.  Jack sighed and turned off the video tape.  I
             took some more lotion and my hand returned under the covers
             to his dick.  It was even harder than before.  He asked me
             if he could touch them and I nodded yes.  His hand slid
             shakily up and he lightly touched my nipple.  He gently
             tweaked both nipples and slid one finger across the tip.  My
             nipples. which had already been erect, were burning.  He
             again complemented me on my breasts.  While my right hand
             was busy with Jack's dick, my left hand slid into the front
             of my pants.  I was very excited and was struggling to keep
             quiet.  Suddenly, I felt a tongue at my nipple.  Jack had
             slid his head to my breast and was sucking away.  That sent
             me over the edge, and soon Jack was over too.  I could feel
             the sperm dripping out of his dick.  Even though he hadn't
             come in ten years, his ejaculation was neither copious nor
             under much pressure.  As he came, he groaned and leaned back
             his head.
                  After he was done, I closed my blouse and went to the
             bathroom and got a wash cloth.  I started to feel guilty for
             what I had done.  The first man I had been with since my
             divorce was an 82 year old man that I had jerked off while
             he sucked my tits!  And I was putting my job at risk as
             would certainly be fired if I had been caught.  But, I had
             been excited and had certainly felt pleasure .
                  I returned to Jack's bedroom and pulled back the
             blanket.  I quickly cleaned the mess up. Jack thanked me and
             told me he didn't believe that he could ever feel that way
             again.  This helped with the guilt some.  I told him that we
             had to keep everything secret and I told him that I needed
             to take the tape home with me.  I was worried that someone
             might find.  I told Jack that I would bring it back, but he
             wouldn't be able to keep it over night.
                  When I got home, I had the whole house to myself as my
             son was spending all of Christmas day with his father and
             would come home the next day after my shift.  I was still
             excited, so I went home and retired to my bed and toys.
                  The next day, I was still feeling a bit guilty for what
             I had done.  But seeing Jack walking around like a rooster
             with a new sparkle in his eye alleviated most the guilt.
             The next weekend, Bill called again.  After talking with
             Jack, I talked to Bill.  Bill said he thought Jack sounded
             much better and was glad he was doing so well.
                  Jack didn't mention the tape or the incident again for
             some time.  Then, in the middle of January, he asked me if I
             could bring in "the tape" again.  I knew exactly which one
             he was referring to, and told him I would.
                  The next day, I brought the tape in.  I dropped it off
             in the morning and reminded Jack that I would pick it up
             before I left in the evening.  He asked me to schedule his
             dinner in his room.  I knew what he was thinking and I
             wasn't sure that I wanted to repeat are earlier performance.
             But I didn't want to hurt his feeling either.
                  That day passed slowly.  I checked out and took Jack
             his meal again.  I dropped off his meal and told him that I
             needed to get home.  I could see that he was disappointed,
             but I still picked up the tape and left.
                  The next day, Jack asked me to stop by his room to
             talk.  Once there, he wanted to talk about what had
             happened.  I told him it was improper for me to do what I
             had done as I was a professional nurse.  Also, I did not
             want to risk my job and the truth was that though I liked
             Jack a great deal, I was not accustomed to loveless sex.
                  Jack listened and the responded.  He told me that I had
             made him feel young again and vital.  What more could a
             nurse ask to accomplish then to ease a patient's pain?
             Also, as for it being loveless sex, he said that he cared
             for me a great deal but that he had no illusions about
             anything about a full relationship.  But, he thought that it
             was anything but loveless sex as it was one of the greatest
             moments of caring he had ever felt.  I told him I would
             think about what he had said.
                  
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