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Mr. Callahan's Touch

By: Kapricorn71



Mr. Callahan was a sweet old man. He was a resident at the retirement home I worked art-time at in the evenings and on weekends. He was 61, and really didn't need to be there. His wife had a moderate case of emphysema. From what he'd told me, he'd taken care of her himself for the last five years, but his arthritis was making it more difficult. Green Meadows wasn't a convalescence home, but there were nurses on staff 24 hours. So his children and he decided it would it would be better economically for he and his wife to move to the home, instead of paying for a nurse, a cook, and a maid.

Mr. Callahan told me a lot about his family, his childhood, and his businesses. None of it was particularly exciting, but him telling me while I was sitting naked on his lap was very exciting -- for a number of reasons. Mr. Callahan was white, and I'm black. Mr. Callahan was old, and I was young. Mr. Callahan was fully dress, and I was fully nude.

I didn't have much of a figure when I was young, and guys my age didn't pay too much attention to b-cup girl. Mr. Callahan had never been intimate with a black woman, though he had bough magazine and seen movies with them in them. So the arrangement he and I worked out for the both of us.

It started a little after I turned 18. Because I was born in November, I couldn't start school until the year after my 5th birthday, which put me technically a year behind my age group. I was a server at the home; I worked dinners a couple of nights a week, and then either breakfast and lunch, or dinner on the weekends. Mr. Callahan was always happy to see me, and always asked me how my grades and social life were going. I played field hockey and ran track, and he liked hearing how well I was doing with sports too.

On a Saturday that I was scheduled to work dinner, I had a movie date -- finally. He watched me playing field hockey against his school's team, and said he liked my legs. For our date, I wore a miniskirt. But after the movie, we lost track of time and he had to drop me off at work or else I would have been late. Lucky for me the cook on duty was the lenient one, and didn't give me grief about being out of uniform.

A lot of the residents were a little shocked as I was serving their food. My skirt wasn't inappropriately short, but the standard uniform for servers was long pants and white shirt. Nobody was mad at me though, particularly Mr. Callahan. He actually complimented my legs, and joked that he was going to demand skirts become a uniform option.

After serving the food, cleaning the tables, and washing the dishes, I waited in the foyer in the main section of the home for my ride home. Mr. Callahan saw me waiting and came to sit with me. It was about 10PM, and the rest of the residents were in bed. He said he was out for his nightly walk, and thought he'd keep me company. He complimented me on legs again, and encouraged me to wear skirts more often.

He asked me why I had worn one that day, and I told him all about my date -- almost like I was telling my own grandfather. Typically my social life is so boring, he knew the date was special to me. I was so excited I hadn't noticed for a long time that his hand was on my knee. And when I did notice, I didn't move away. He hand was soft. It had a few rough spots, from where he probably had calluses, but age had made his hand a little puffy. His touch kind of excited me, a little.

When I finished the story of my date, there was an awkward silence for a second. Then he asked if he could ask me a favor. I said sure, and he asked me to stand in front of him so he could get a good look at my legs. The nurses' station was over in the residential area, and the cook had left already.

I stood in front of him, and he asked me to turn around. With my back to him I had to keep looking over my shoulder to see when my ride arrived. He asked me to move my feet apart a little, and then asked if he could touch them. I was getting more excited, and said that he could. His first touch was right around my knee, and I got a chill. His hands went down to my calf first, and then halfway up my thigh.

"Your skin is so soft! Oh my, it's incredible!"

My heart was racing, and I fought the urge to close my eyes and just enjoy his touch -- my ride would be there any minute. My Callahan switched legs, and moved his hands up and down again. When he got to my thigh, he squeezed, and I flinched.

"I'm sorry, did that hurt you?"

"No, not at all."

"You sure?"

"Well, I had a Charlie horse from the last game, and it was in that area."

"Would it be all right if I massaged it for you?"

My ride pulled up before I could answer, and I moved away to grab my things. I was embarrassed that I had enjoyed him touching me like that, and didn't know what to say. He seemed kind of embarrassed too, but then thanked me for letting him touch me and said he hoped he wasn't making me feel violated. I assured him that he was, and gave him a quick hug before I left.

I worked breakfast and lunch that next day, and was nervous about seeing him. He spoke to me about as normally as any other time, so I did the same -- though our usually flirtations after that didn't occur. After breakfast was over, I found a piece of paper with my name on it at his seat. He had written me a note saying how much he enjoyed touching my legs, and he hoped that I still didn't feel like he was violating me. He also said I was all he thought about the whole night, and was looking very forward to seeing me that morning. He said he may not be totally normal with me because he didn't know how I would feel about what happened.

The note made me smile. His concern was just another example to me of how sweet he was. I thought about his note all while I washed dishes and set up for lunch. During my break I decided to write a note back to him. I thanked him for the note, and I told him I liked the way his hands felt on my legs. I told him that I thought about his hands being on my legs all night, and that I wouldn't mind it happening again.

I left the note in his napkin, and he found it when he and his wife came for lunch. He excused himself from the table, and when he came back he winked at me. I had such a fluttering sensation in my stomach the rest of my shift, it was hard to act normal. He and his wife were sitting on "our" bench in the foyer when I left. I gave him a quick wave on my way out the door, and he gave me a big smile. That night I masturbated myself to sleep for the second time in a row.

Over lunch the next day I asked my best friend if any older men had ever paid attention to her. She wasn't a whole more shapely than I was, but at least she had a couple of boyfriends. She said some older man was always smiling at her or checking her butt as she walked by. I asked if it bothered her.

"A little, especially from the ones that are with their wives, but it's also kind of flattering too. Do you get any attention like that?"

"I get about as much as I get from the boys around here -- little to none." I ate for few minutes, then asked, "Has one ever done more than look at you?"

"You mean like try to talk to me?"

"Yeah."

"I've had a couple help me bags, say something when they held a door for me, but not like talk talk to me."

"How would that make you feel?"

"Weird, I guess." She looked at me, then her mouth dropped open and she moved her chair closer, "Is an older man coming on to you?"

I nodded my head, and she screamed.

"I'm not going to tell you who it is, so don't even ask!"

"What happened?"

"I was waiting somewhere one day, and this man that I kind of know sat and talked with me for while."

"And?"

I blushed, "And he kind of put his hand on my knee, and I . . . didn't move away."

"Are you serious?" She lowered her voice, "Is it a teacher?"

"No! And I told you that I wasn't going to tell you who it is."

"Okay okay, but is he married?"

I thought for a second, then nodded my head.

"WHAT?!"

"Nothing happened! It just his hand on my knee; that's all it was!"

She moved closer, "Did it excite you?"

"Shut-up!" I pushed her away, then got up to toss my tray and head to class.

That night in bed, I tried to go right to sleep. With my eyes closed, images flashed vividly in my mind, and I felt the naughty sensations of he hands on my legs all over again. I remembered how high his hands went up my thighs, and how close he was to my ass. I thought about how I kinda wanted him to grab it. I thought about how I kinda wanted his hands to touch me other places as well.

Laying there my hand went one of the places I wished he'd touch me -- between my legs. My panties had a small wet spot. I rubbed my finger back and fort over it thinking about Mr. Callahan's touch, making it grow bigger and bigger. Without coming form under the covers, I raised my hips to pull my panties off. Since I was already going to be naughty, I took a quick sniff before dropping them to the floor.

I bent my knees and stroked each hand upward against my lips, one after the other. With each stroke, my hands were a little more wet than the previous stroke. I kept that up until I could feel my clit swelling. I stopped rubbing, and used my middle-two fingers to touch my clit. In my head, Mr. Callahan was touching it. His puffy fingers were rubbing it, with increasing intensity.

In my head, he came into my room and pulled back my covers. He opened my legs and removed my panties. He touched me. He pushed his fingers inside me, and he brought me to an orgasm.

My next dinner shift wasn't until Wednesday, and I was anxious for that day to arrive. I wore a skirt to school that day. I got a few looks, but no compliments or offers for dates. That would have dampened my spirits a little, if it weren't for Mr. Callahan.

My heart actually skipped a beat when the final bell rang. I was so nervous about tipping any off as to what was going on, so I made sure arrived at work around the same time as usual -- even though I could have run to work. I strolled through the foyer, hoping Mr. Callahan would see me, but I didn't see him. I changed into my uniform, and got ready to serve.

Mr. Callahan's eyes lit up when he saw me come out of the kitchen. When I went over to pour his coffee, he slipped a note to me. I made an excuse to go to the back of the kitchen to read it. He said he couldn't wait to see me again, and hoped I wouldn't mind keeping me company until my ride arrived. I quickly wrote back that hoped he would keep me company because I had a skirt with me just for the occasion.

From that point on, dinner service took forever! Whenever I thought all dinners were out, another resident would come around the corner. I took a moment to go into the office and tell my ride that there was going to be a quick meeting after my shift, so to come about 30 minutes later than usual.

I started clearing dishes away as soon as people left their tables. I didn't see Mr. Callahan leave, and there wasn't another note at his seat. I finished cleaning up and setting up for breakfast about 15 minutes faster than usual. I made sure everything was done, then clocked out and changed back into my skirt.

I went to the bench in the foyer, and waited. Mr. Callahan came around the corner about 10 minutes later. Our smiles showed how eager we were to see each other. He sat beside me, and I turned towards him putting my knee close to him. He asked me how school was, and I gave him a rundown of my week to that point. Near the end his hand touched my leg and moved along to my knee.

I got goosebumps. I sat there while he rubbed my leg -- almost closing my eyes, but open just enough to watch in case my ride pulled up.

"So smooth," he mumbled. "So so so smooth."

I shifted slightly to open my legs more hoping he'd go higher up my thigh, but he didn't. Instead he asked me to stand again. I smiled and took my place in front of him. He repeated what he did last time, going from my calf to my thigh on each leg. Again he didn't go any higher, so I kinda took matters into my own hands. I lifted the back of my skirt so the bottom of my cheeks shows. I heard him gasp, and then I felt his hands touch my ass.

I kept one eye on the hallway, and the other eye on the parking lot. As long as no once came in either direction, he could enjoy me. He pushed my skirt up higher, and ran his hands slowly all over my cheeks. Then he told me to lean forward, and I did. He squeezed my cheeks. His had me so aroused, I was starting to smell myself.

"Move your feet apart, please."

I moved my feet shoulder length apart, and felt his fingers slide across the crotch of my panties. My knees trembled. I leaned over a little further and put my hand son my knees to steady myself -- still watching the hall and the parking lot. He kept his fingers moving back and forth across my panties, and I soon started moving with them.

Then he stopped. I felt his hands push my skirt onto my back, and then his fingers went inside the waistband of my panties.

"Do you mind?" I gently pulled.

"No," I said before my better judgment could kick in. As I felt my panties inching down over my ass, I chickened out. "Wait, I can't."

"Someone coming?"

"No, but this is too wide open. I'm sorry."

"I wanted to smell you. I started smelling you a few minutes ago, but I wanted to get real close and sniff.

I blushed and looked away.

"Come here, and face me this time."

I took two steps and was right between his legs. He rubbed my thighs again, going under my skirt. He was looking in my eyes the whole time; I sill kept an eye on the hallway and parking lot. "I'm glad you like this. Really glad." His hands found my panty-waistband again. I kinda backed away a little, but he held me form getting too far. "I just want to sniff."

"Wait, how's this?" I pulled my panties to the side and stepped back to him.

He lifted my skirt and saw my pussy. "Holy cow!" He put his hands on my thighs, and brushed his thumbs through my pubic hair. Then he leaned forward, and took a long sniff. My knees almost gave way again, but I kept my balance. He leaned back for a second, then leaned back in for another sniff.

Looking down all I saw was the top of his balding head, and the little bit of white hair he had left. Looking up, I saw my ride pull into the parking lot. Before I could move away, he licked my clit. The sudden sensation knocked me off my feet.

"I'm so sorry!"

I couldn't answer, or move. That one lick had started an orgasm, and all I could do was lay there -- one leg straight, one leg bent -- as my body trembled.

When it subsided, I had to catch my breath. I started to get up, but he asked me to stay like that for one second.

"Would you show me your nipples?"

"Mr. Callahan, my ride is here."

"I know, I know, but please. Real quick?"

"Watch the hallway," I said lifting my shirt. I grabbed the bottom of my bra, and exposed my b-cup breasts to him.

He wiped his forehead, "Ohhhhhhhh."

I smiled, then pulled my top down to get up.

"Wait, one more thing."

"Mr. Callahan, I've got to go."

He pointed between my legs, "Could you leave me those, please?"

I looked down then back at him, "My panties?"

"This has been the most incredible experience of my life, and if it never happens again, I want something to remember it." He smiled, "You know at my age, my short-term memory is shrinking."

"You have to let me go after this!"

"I promise."

I looked down the hall myself, then wiggled the panties off. The wet spot was visible as I handed them to him. He balled them up, then pressed them to his nose. I got up and rushed to the nearest bathroom. I dried myself then put on my work pants.

Mr. Callahan was waiting when I came out. "Thank you, so much. And I'm sorry if I pushed you too far in any way."

I gave him a hug, "I loved it all." I left.

That was certainly not our last time.

Mr. Callahan's Touch Ch. 02



I had to have more, and that's just the bottom line of it. Brenda was just such a beautiful girl, I had to have all of her that I could.

While taking one of my daily walks with my wife, it dawned on me that there was a whole wing of the facility with empty rooms. After the walk, Anabelle needed to lay down in our room. I went back to the empty wing, and was disappointed that all of the doors were locked. If I could get into one these rooms, I would have privacy with Brenda.

I watched what went on in that wing for a couple of days, which was nothing. Because there were no residents in that area, no staff went to any of the rooms. It was almost like it was roped off from the rest of the facility, but I just didn't know how I would get into one of the rooms.

Another day or two passed, before I thought to talk to my buddy on the maintenance staff. He was a middle-aged guy who I had conversations with about sports and cars from time to time. The next time I saw him, I engaged him in one of those conversations before asking for my favor.

"You know those rooms down the back hallway?"

"Yeah."

"Why are they kept locked?"

Colin shrugged, "Maybe to keep someone from wandering in there. If someone was in there that we didn't know about, and you got hurt, we wouldn't know where you were to help."

"That makes sense."

"Why, you looking for a bachelor pad?" he laughed.

"Do you have a key?" I didn't laugh.

He looked at me, and lowered his voice. "I can't do that, Mr. Callahan. I'd probably get in real trouble."

I made sure no one was coming, then fished money out of my pocket. "I'm just looking for a quiet place to relax in for an hour or two," I offered a $20 bill to him.

"If something were to happen to you in there, I'd be liable -- the company would be liable. I could lose my job just from letting you in there."

"Nobody really goes down there."

"Yeah, but there's too much traffic nearby for someone not to see you going in and out of a room."

"I only need it on the weekends, when there's a lot less staff here," I offered him another $20.

"Keep your money," he pushed my hand back.

"At our home, I had my den, I had the garage, I had just about any room that my wife wasn't in to have some time to myself. You know how small the living quarters are here, and there is no other room to go to. It's either in the room with her, or out in one of the open areas. A man needs someplace to go where he can scratch himself in peace, you know?"

"Yeah, I know," he laughed. "Look, I can't give you a key, but when I leave on Fridays, I could leave a door unlocked."

I smiled, "Just let me know the room number."

"But you've got to make sure you don't get caught; and if you get caught, my name does not get brought up."

"Absolutely!"

"And make sure you don't leave any sign you've been in there. Crumbs on the floor, wrinkled sheets, nothing."

"There's no way I'll ruin this for myself, or get you in trouble."

"You'd better not," he shook my hand, and took the 20 in my palm. "Needs a place to scratch in peace," he laughed to himself going down the hall.

I put the other 20 in my pocket, and began counting the hours until Friday; it was only Tuesday.

Brenda came into work that evening, and she and I flashed our usual smiles at each other during dinner. I walked my wife back to our room, and we sat watching the evening news. Eight o'clock eventually came, and I excused myself to get some air. Brenda was on our bench in a skirt for me again when I went around the corner, "Hi, sweetheart."

"Hello, Mr. Callahan," she smiled.

I sat beside her, and asked what was going on at school. As she talked, I put my hand on her knee and gradually moved it onto her thigh. She got goosebumps and the tone of her voice changed the higher my hand got.

She finished telling me about her day, and asked how I was doing. I told her I had a surprise for her, and she turned slightly to me. Before I told her, I had to push her skirt up so I had a view of her panties.

"I've got a place for us to go."

"Go where?"

"Other than here."

"Where?"

"One of the empty rooms that no one goes to."

"What?"

"There are some empty rooms down a hallway that no one ever goes to -- not staff, residents, nor maintenance."

"How are we gonna get in one then?"

"I made a deal with someone on the staff to leave a room open for me."

She moved back, "You told them what you wanted the room for?"

"Of course not. I told him I needed a place to relax by myself, which I do, but I didn't tell him anything else."

"And what is it you expect to happen in the room?"

I put my hand back on her thigh, "Just quiet time with you, where we're not in the open worried about being caught. I really enjoy our time out here, but you know I want to see more of you," I scooted a little closer so my thumb could brush along her panties and she took a deep breath. "I want to see you naked, and I want to sit you on my lap. We can't do that out here."

She saw the lights of her ride pull in the parking lot and got up, "I'll think about it."

"It'll only be open on the weekends. Do you work Saturday?"

"Breakfast and lunch," she started to leave.

"It'll be fun for both of us, sweetheart."

"I'll think about it," she left.

Friday came. Just before it was time to go to dinner, Colin came to me and said Room 788 was unlocked. I saw Brenda come out to serve dinner, but she wasn't on our bench later that night.

Saturday morning she was there serving breakfast. I left her a note I wrote when she didn't show up last night. I told her I hoped everything was all right, and told her the room number.

I made my way to the room without being seen. All the general stuff was in place for someone to move in -- bed, linens, chair. The electricity worked in the room, and the water was on. Aside from looking forward to seeing Brenda, it was nice to have a quiet, private place. I eventually fell asleep on the bed waiting for her.

I woke up, and made sure no one would be able to tell anyone was in there. At lunch, I had a note from Brenda at my plate. She said she had a date last night, that's why she didn't stay, and as much as she wanted to tell me about the date today, she just wasn't sure about being in a private room with me. When I saw her, I tucked away my disappointment and smiled to let her know it was okay.

I guess I turned up the pace too soon, and she was backing off. She worked two night that following week, and we didn't sit together on our bench either of them.

Saturday morning, there was a note at my plate again. Brenda wrote that she was called in because someone was sick, and had to hurry in. She asked if there was a room she could freshen up in between meals.

I wrote 792 on the note, and left if for her when I took my wife to our room. She laid down for her usual nap, and I made my way to the unlocked room. Almost an hour passed before Brenda got there, with a duffle bag over her shoulder. I made sure no one saw her, and locked the door.

"I was so mad when they called me this morning; I had no intention of being in here," she whispered. "When I know I'm coming in, I shower the night before, so I don't have to do as much to get ready. I had to quickly wash up at the sink to get her ontime, and I still just feel icky. Is it okay for me to shower in here, or will someone hear the water?"

"Well, the best way to find out is for me to go out while you run the water to see if I can hear it." I left the room, and went down the hall, trying to look inconspicuous in case anyone came by. I was incredibly excited to think about Brenda showering, and couldn't wait to go back and offer to put lotion on her.

After about 10 minutes I went back to the room; Brenda was still in the bathroom, but I didn't hear the shower running. What I did hear was light splashing. The door was half open, so I went in. Brenda had run a bath, and was sitting surrounded by bubbles.

"I take it you didn't hear the water running out there."

I shook my head, "I didn't hear a sound."

"On Saturday mornings when I don't have to be here, I usually take a bath." She went on talking as she washed her legs.

Feeling my knees tremble a little, I sat on the toilet. I listened as best I could as I watched her hands wash over her body.

As she talked about her different routines, she moved in the water. Her movements and the decreasing amount of bubbles allowed me to see more and more of her body. Her chocolate-brown nipples were tight and hard, and glistening; the water cascaded wonderfully down her round ass when she stood up; and the smell of the bubble bath she used was very alluring.

I was so lost in the moment, she had to ask me three times if I would go get her towel off the bed before I actually moved. I grabbed her towel, and saw her standing in the bathroom doorway when I turned to go back.

"Would you mind drying me off?" she asked as suds and water dripped from her body.

I was going to have a mess to clean up, but hell if I cared at that point. "I'd love to," I smiled. I sat in the chair with her towel in my hands, and she came to stand in front of me. I leaned over and started at her legs, going up and down her calves, then up and down her thighs. I out the towel across my lap, and asked for her foot. She balanced herself, then held her foot up. I took my time cleaning her toes because of the view of her pussy I had. It was still wet and sudsy, but I didn't rush to get to it.

I asked her to switch feet. When she did, she put her toes against my dick.

"Sorry," she grinned, pulling her foot back a little.

"Accepted," I smiled back. "Thank you so much for doing this."

"I was so scared!"

"I was scared you were regretting what we were doing, and stopping it," I finished her foot while she talked.

"One, I'm scared of getting caught; and two, I'm scared of standing in front of you naked like this. I mean, what does this say about me?"

I stood up and moved behind her to dry her back, then I reached around to dry her hips and pussy.

She took a breath, "What does this say about me that I enjoy you touching me like this so much?"

"It says to me that you are a young woman whose body loves getting the attention it deserves. I don't know what's wrong with boys your age, but I don't think it says anything is wrong with you for enjoying being touched," I kissed her neck. "We all need it."

Her body trembled at my kiss, "Ohhhhh."

I dropped the towel, and moved my hands up to her breasts, which my hands easily covered. Her nipples were so hard they could have poked a hole in my palms. I went back to kissing her neck as I squeezed. Her young body pushed into me as she moaned.

She put her hands on mine, and moved my left hand down to her pussy. She put her foot on the chair, and guided my fingers right to her soaked clit. I massaged it, while pinching her nipple, while kissing her neck, until I felt her have an orgasm.

I held her up as her body shook. When it was over, she turned in my arms and kissed me. I wasted no time wrapping my arms around her and kissed her back. We held that kiss for a long time; my hands traveling up and down her back to her ass.

"Ohhhhh, Mr. Callahan," she broke the kiss.

"Are you okay?"

"I am fantastic!"

I sat down, and pulled her to my lap. Her nipple was right at my face, so I licked it, "You are truly incredible, sweetheart." I ran my hand along her muscular leg, and sucked her nipple when she pulled my head closer to her. I wanted to suck on her nipples long before we started flirting, and was enjoying the hell out of this moment.

"Will you make me cum again?" she asked between shorts breaths. "Please?"

I kept sucking, and moved her legs open. I worked my hand up her thigh, and put my fingers on her clit. She was absolutely drenched! I had dried her pussy off a little while ago, but she couldn't have been more wet if I had poured water on her. I rubbed her pussy until she started to respond, then I fingered her clit. "Are you a virgin, sweetheart?"

"Yes," she groaned.

Hearing that, I didn't slide my fingers inside her like I intended to do. I kept my attention on her clit and lips. The louder she moaned, the faster I rubbed, and the tighter she grabbed my head. By the time she had an orgasm, my air was almost cut off. A few minutes after it was over, she rubbed my dick and asked if I wanted her to do anything. I moved her hand away, and told her she'd done everything I've ever wanted already. She curled up in my lap, with her head on my shoulder, and we stayed quietly like that until I noticed we had an hour before lunch.

As she cleaned herself up, I cleaned up the wet spots on the carpet and in the bathroom. Once Brenda was dressed, I checked the hall before letting her go out. She gave me a kiss, then went to get ready for the lunch service.

I left the room just like I had found it, cleaned myself up in my room, then woke up my wife to go to lunch. Brenda and I related to each other as if nothing happened, but we shot smiles to each other that proved we would always remember Room 792.