04-11-2019, 02:02 PM
I stroked his forehead but he caught my hand. I was surprised by his strength.
“See? I’ll be fine”
“You’re still very sick.”
“Please. It will make me feel better to see you get dressed up and have a little fun.” His eyes pleaded with mine. “Please,” he repeated.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?”
“Positive. Have a shower and then do me a favor before you go.”
“What’s that?”
“Let me watch you put oil on your legs. I noticed you were doing that a while back and meant to tell you how good your legs look, but…”
I laughed. “You really are feeling better.”
“I told you.”
“Okay, but I’ll take a long bath first.”
“Take your time.”
“I will.”
“And then the oil. You do have gorgeous legs.”
Those words made me feel great.
I fed Don early that afternoon and then took a long bath, disrobing in front of him. I soaked for an hour, refilled the tub, and entered the much later bedroom wrapped in a large towel. I let it slip from my body when I opened a drawer to get clean underwear.
“Oil,” Don said. “Remember the oil.”
“Yes, of course. I forgot,” I lied.
I felt conflicted oiling my legs for Don. Memories surfaced of the hours I spent displaying my legs for you when I thought he had given me up for a younger woman but I hid my feelings and gave him a good show.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered when I was finished.
“I wasn’t bad years ago.”
“You’re sexier now. A mature woman, and a mother.
"Uh huh. May I get dressed now?”
“Please do.”
“See? I’ll be fine”
“You’re still very sick.”
“Please. It will make me feel better to see you get dressed up and have a little fun.” His eyes pleaded with mine. “Please,” he repeated.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?”
“Positive. Have a shower and then do me a favor before you go.”
“What’s that?”
“Let me watch you put oil on your legs. I noticed you were doing that a while back and meant to tell you how good your legs look, but…”
I laughed. “You really are feeling better.”
“I told you.”
“Okay, but I’ll take a long bath first.”
“Take your time.”
“I will.”
“And then the oil. You do have gorgeous legs.”
Those words made me feel great.
I fed Don early that afternoon and then took a long bath, disrobing in front of him. I soaked for an hour, refilled the tub, and entered the much later bedroom wrapped in a large towel. I let it slip from my body when I opened a drawer to get clean underwear.
“Oil,” Don said. “Remember the oil.”
“Yes, of course. I forgot,” I lied.
I felt conflicted oiling my legs for Don. Memories surfaced of the hours I spent displaying my legs for you when I thought he had given me up for a younger woman but I hid my feelings and gave him a good show.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered when I was finished.
“I wasn’t bad years ago.”
“You’re sexier now. A mature woman, and a mother.
"Uh huh. May I get dressed now?”
“Please do.”