Accident Grants Benefit Ch. 03

Chapter 03 : Finally alone, and she's losing self-consciousness

Dear Reader(s) :

This will be an 8-Chapters-story, a true story.

If you're new to this story, I would recommend to read Chapter 1 and 2 before proceeding here.

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Thank you all, and enjoy! The 'dry zone' is history, from now on it's time for some real action :-)

femadorer

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"Mmhhh ..." purred Sylvia, kissing my cheek lightly, "I might get used to nestle in your arms like this," she sighed happily, "I like the way you're holding me, darling, and I like the way you admire my bed ..." tenderly nibbling the lobe of my ear, "... ain't that lovely curves, what do you think?"

Damned, she'd caught me staring at the bed, only the mentioned curves belonged to Renate, who was nicely bending over the bed to prepare it, her perfectly shaped butt high in the air. The enchanting prospect encouraged my left hand to creep further up Sylvia's right thigh to where it dissolved into her buttock, what a wonderful place to rest a tired hand. Her thighs seemed to dither, and somebody moaned lowly when I looked down to her and agreed nonchalantly, "You're totally right dear, and by the way your eyes are bulging I suppose you fully share my taste," I sighed deeply, then whispered into her ear, "If only Renate would move, she's in my view ... I can't savor that stupendously curving of your bed completely."

Sylvia snickered lowly, "I wished you would bed me soon, to enjoy all the other stirring curves my bed has to offer," softly rubbing the side of her left buttock on my shaft, "Mmhhhh," she groaned, "Eeeww ... I've found a hot spot."

She was right, I couldn't deny that the mentioned spot was glowing, and growing, but, "You could have noticed before dear, that's only my warm hand, holding your thigh."

Before Sylvia could reply we heard Renate's announcement, "Now dear, your bed is ready. Do you need to pee before I undress you?"

"Yes honey, seems to be better ... and thank you, Reni," sighed Sylvia, and to me, "Would you bring me please?"

On the way I couldn't help but whisper, "You sure you'll remember where that hot spot is to find?"

Sylvia giggled happily, "I think I can make it, otherwise a detailed search might be interesting, too."

I couldn't wait for just that to happen, and dropped her carefully to the toilet seat. I needed a coffee now, desperately, and asked the girls to join in, Sylvia nodded 'yes', Renate just meant she was still full of vim, and that there was no need for worrying about a late coffee, she would like to have a cup with us before running for her bed. She probably was right, for her it would still be a very short night.

I left them with the job and made my way to the neat kitchen, stocked the coffee maker and looked for mugs to bring over to the living room. A lot of unanswered questions swirled through my brain as I realized that Renate would leave for her bed soon, resulting in those delicate services would be mine to handle then, at least all night and most of the day. I caught myself sweating whilst realizing what all that meant for Sylvia - and for me. This would lead to a full-day care, no ... I had to correct myself ... to a 24/7 care, as Renate couldn't be around during the day because of her nine-to-five job, and at nights would need some sleep too. So it would be just me to take care of Sylvia, no family around to help out, and the friends I knew about had to work for a living too.

I couldn't, and wouldn't let Sylvia down, and I'm already retired, well ... all that obviously pointed directly to me, and just me. But how would Sylvia feel with a task at hand she wasn't really prepared for? She by herself wasn't able to lift the hem of her skirt in the back, let alone lower her panties, she even couldn't pull her panties out of the way whilst peeing. Did she already realize what she would have to go through the next time she needed to take a leak?

I would be able to deal with it unproblematic, but what about her? How would she think and feel about being served like that by me, a man, even considering that there was no alternative? There wouldn't be any help available other than mine through the next days. We sure were close friends, and tonight she'd confessed that she loved me, but through 'our' years she'd always been coyly, a shy deer. Tonight's sudden transubstantiation into a sensuous, loving woman had caught me off guard anyway, though it was fascinating, and most lovely of course. But ... friendship/love is one heart warming feeling, being forced by circumstances to make use of such an intimate service might turn out to be a totally different story.

I sighed deeply, knowing that I wouldn't come to a conclusion, not right now, with no solid ground under my feet ... from now on we would wade in deep water, entering new territory with each and every step, and my every move would need to be thoroughly preconceived. This ... my wonderful woman had shown her needs openly, but still she was frangible, though she seemed to be determined to start her ... our new life, but what if she overrated herself in the momentary grip of enthusiasm?

Trapped in my solicitude I didn't perceive Renate before she closed her arms around my waist from behind, "What's about that deep sigh, dear? Deep thinking?"

I nodded, and turned around, hugging her tightly, "Thank you dear, thank you for coming by, yes, my head is swirling, I ... I don't ... I'm so unsure how to start our new life without making a false move that could ruin everything we've fought so hard for, all three of us in common. I'm so concerned, even more than ever before over the last years, though I should jubilate with happiness. See, back then we had a road, though a rough one to go on, we had a plan how to move forward, to search for the light at the end of the tunnel, to help her back into real life ... but now, right now? We have our love, but else know about nothing, everything has changed from yesterday to tonight. Every step will be a step on new ground now, and I'm afraid we could trip. You've known Sylvia for so long, and you'll be aware that this wonderful girl is still so fragile -- what if I fail, if I'm not good enough to find our way, if I'm not good enough for her?" I kissed her forehead, and whispered into her hair, "Renate, dear ... my heart would break if I would lose her."

"You should tell me something I didn't know before, my dear," she murmured, "You mustn't be concerned, though you wouldn't be you if you weren't. You're a wonderful man, and you won't fail, you're too sensitive to make a false move, please trust me like you trust our little girl. I just had a talk with her, and she told me - asked me nearly the same in her own words, she's aware that the next days won't be easy for you, but I saw in her eyes that she's more than just confident. You won't lose her, darling, no way! She loves you, loves you even more than she's aware now," She looked up to me and smiled, "I could have told her that two years earlier. And she's determined - you will know what that means - to not lose you." Her smile grew wider, though tears welled in her eyes, "I'm so happy, I'm more than happy for you ..." she sobbed quietly, "... and moved to tears like never before." She grabbed my hand and shoved me towards the door, "And now pick her up before we're drowned out of the kitchen, meanwhile I'll serve the coffee."

I couldn't help but turn back to her and kiss the tip of her nose, she tasted salty, and I smiled into her eyes, "You're a great friend, darling, thanks for enlightening my day."

She giggled, "Thank you Sir, and ... don't you dare to tell her that I kissed you." Loud enough that Sylvia sure couldn't miss that one. They even might have heard her out on the streets.

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'Women!' I thought, sighing deeply, and lifted Sylvia up from the toilet seat back into my arms again to leave for the living room. She managed to lay her left arm around the back of my neck for advanced support, burying her small, warm hand under my hair whilst the hard plaster cast covering her elbow hurt my right shoulder. She smiled up to me with her beautiful hazel eyes, still welled with tears, which I had to tenderly kiss away. Commiseration was overwhelming my heart, her warm, soft body and light weight felt so good in my arms, against my chest, I never had held her that close before tonight, and I thoroughly enjoyed that comfortable feeling though I judged my excitement to be inappropriate - I didn't really want to feel that good whilst Sylvia was suffering pain.

Next her head fell to the left and she rested it on my collarbone, her sweet, warm breath flowing over the side of my neck, just beneath my ear. I shuddered, and she sighed happily, purring then, "Thank you so much for being here for me. I ..." she broke up, and started to sob, ever so quietly, again.

She would soon break my heart into pieces if I failed to soothe her, "It hurts so much to see you suffer like this dear," with that I sat myself back onto the couch carefully, striving to avoid touching her right arm. Holding her tight in my lap I lifted her left leg to let it rest on the seat, the right one followed suit on it's own, and she wiggled a bit, bowing the knee until she was happy with her position, and comfort. "I didn't hurt you?" I asked, carefully stroking her bruised, bandaged cheek down to her chin which I tenderly lifted to meet her eyes again.

"No-no, no Bernd ... certainly not!" She smiled, backing up a bit to kiss my fingertips. More sighing ... a whiningly sigh, "I ... you would never hurt me, I know that, I can feel it, deep inside me I realized it years ago, I ... I ... eewww, I'm sorry, so sorry dear, please forgive me for being too stupid to tell you ..." she was trembling too hard to continue. With my right arm, still supporting her back, I held her trembling body even tighter, softly stroking the delimited areas where I felt safe enough to not bother her or cause additional pain, murmuring soothing words onto her ear, into her ear, just feeling happy with the knowledge that she felt safe enough with me to totally let loose.

After peacefully resting like this the stream of tears slowly subsided as well as the trembling, and I added some more pressure to my slow strokes down her side to her hip bone, back up again as far as I dared to.

"You're ready for the coffee folks?" Renate looked in around the doorpost, "O.K., here it comes." delivering the mugs before sitting back in the armchair. "Aaahhh, nice view, dear," she grinned, lewdly licking her lips. I looked down my girl's front to follow Renate's eyes, which obviously were granted a great view up to Sylvia's center. I didn't need to see Sylvia's face to know that it was burning, I felt the heat on my chest, and she couldn't straighten her right leg fast enough.

Renate sighed when the show ended far too early, and mumbled to herself thoughtfully, "I should consider wearing skirts too, now that Bernd is around day and night," she wouldn't hold on like grim death, and looking up to me added proudly., "I wiped and washed your lady, Bernd, so she'll be ready for you." She burst into laughter watching Sylvia's tantalized face, and I had to fight hard to not join in.

Sweet Sylvia grumbled, "Oh my gaawwd ... she's an annoyance..." but her body was shaking with suppressed laughter, "... isn't it time for you to go to bed finally, honey?"

"Sure dear, thank you so much for reminding me, I nearly forgot. Sorry for warding you off for so long, sweetie, you must be eager to go to bed too I suppose." grinned Renate, "Wait a moment - before you're going to have some sleep...ahem...later on...probably, we should talk about what you want for dinner tonight. Now Bernd, tell me - do you have plans for Sylvia?" she asked with a sassy grin.

Ooo-kaaay, if she wanted my answer to be as ambiguously as her question had been ... "Well, everything she wants me to do, but cooking ... I mean I'll do her...err...every time, a favor that is," my voice didn't sound as self-effacingly as I had planned, but ... "I have to admit that I'm far from being a proper cook. I'm certainly able to cook a nice lunch, but dinner's a different story. And I have to be careful to not be burnt out with all that cooking, you see, or we might face problems later ..." Sylvia pinched the back of my neck, mumbling some unintelligible words, whilst I pretended to cough, "...sorry, ahem, I mean later, when I have to feed her some, you know ... I will need all my strength to keep her from falling for...err...from ... what I intended to say was that when I'm too weak I'll be of no use, for Sylvia, you know? To hold her, and stuff ..." I dropped my eyes to see Sylvia's face, showing a charming rosé now, and her smile was sooo sweet when I continued, "What do you think, dear? Oh my ... you're looking so hot darling, are you okay? Shall I run for water?" She protruded her tongue, and I so wanted to catch it with my teeth.

Renate sat somewhat writhed in her chair when I looked back to her, holding her belly, shaking with suppressed laughter. Somehow she managed to reply, "Well dear, you've got a point there. Now, what do you think Bernd, for tonight's dinner I'll do the shopping and cooking ..." she had recovered, and continued giggling, "... you'll do the homework then with preparing the table nicely, and if you're not too weak I suppose we might have some fun in the kitchen, alright? I promise I won't wear you out, dear, will that be okay for you, too, Syl?" Sylvia agreed happily.

Me too, for sure, but I had to ask Renate, "Just one more dear, you're gonna have a short night sleep, and you work all day, please let me do the shopping. If I go for that market two blocks from here I can be back in about twenty minutes, I think it'll be okay for Sylvia to stay here alone for a few minutes." Sylvia nodded yes, and I looked back to Renate with a smirk, "And I want you to be fresh and eager when it comes to cooking, so you can concentrate on our needs, right?"

Renate blushed a bit, but smiled brightly, "Sounds great dear, can you please pass me some paper for the shopping list, won't take long."

We finished our coffee, and Renate said, "Okay, this will be all, I think. If I forgot some, I'll give you a call, and you do vice/versa - Sylvia knows my numbers," she stood up and yawned, "Sorry. Oh gawd I'm soo tired, and you've been right, this will be a short night."

"Shall we give you a wake up call, just to make sure?" I offered, but Renate shook her head no, I lifted Sylvia up a bit and struggled to come free, "Wait dear, I'll show you to the door."

As we reached the door Renate turned back to me, "Thank you for showing the way dear, I'd never found out, all by myself," she giggled, "See ... our apartments are sooo different ... and you never know what might hide in the doorway, it's good to have a strong man by my side," she grinned, before adding seriously, her eyes mustering mine, "I wish you two a good night, dear, please handle our little girl carefully," she broke up, shaking her head, and grabbed my shoulders to kiss me goodnight lovingly, "Sorry Bernd, I'm such a goof," she snorted, "I know very well that you know what you're doing, I'm sorry darling."

"No, Renate, please ... you don't have to apologize, on the contrary I appreciate your worrying," I pulled her closer, resting my forehead on hers, "It only shows that you want to protect her as much as I do. You're a sweetheart, and you are the greatest friend we could wish for," I kissed her softly, "I promise to be very, very tender, and I'll let Sylvia take the lead, she'll decide which way to go, and how far." I kissed her again, "Is that okay with you, darling?"

She embraced me violently, flattening her firm, full breasts against my chest whilst smiling sheepishly, "That'll be more than okay with me, Bernd, you're making me feel silly ... and wondrously I realize that I like it," she giggled, "As long as it's you who's doing this to me."

I grinned back, "That's good to hear, if you want more just ask for it. And now go on, or you'll never get some sleep, goodnight darling." I opened the door and shoved her out, "I'll wait here till you're safe, okay?"

I admired her prettily wriggling butt till she reached her door and blew me a last kiss, and made my way back to the living room then, thoughtfully smiling.

******

I kneeled down off the couch and kissed my poor girl lightly, "I'm ready now to fulfill your earlier wish dear, let me clear up and then we'll be off, okay? Ahem, my darling, I was wondering about it all the time ... may I ask you a...well, very intimate question?"

Sylvia looked at me out of questioning eyes, "Of course darling ... what is it - intimacy is an essential part - or better base of our love, isn't it?"

I held her tight and kissed her sweet lips tenderly, "You're right my love, it is of course ... only I certainly don't want to offend you my sweet heart ... now then, when I approached you before in the bathroom to pick you up your heavenly scent was overwhelming, and thick, making me dizzy, and hard of course, and since then I'm asking myself if your arousal was caused by Renate's intimate touching, or just your anticipation to snuggle against me again shortly?"

Sylvia's beautiful eyes widened a bit, but she didn't cast down her eyes ... and even more - touching me deeply - they didn't leave mine for a second, she grew a shy smile noticing my sigh of relief, and whispered, "Oh God, Bernd, my love ... I'm feeling flattered, you're soo attentive, always, I got used to your strong determinedness over the years and still you surprise me from time to time. You would do everything, literally everything to make me a happy girl, I can feel it, I see it in your loving eyes when you look at me like you do right now, you not just want to learn and know all about your beloved woman, no...you NEED to, right my love?" Her devotedly smile melt my heart.

I planted about a thousand butterfly kisses all over her lovely, beaming face, until she purred ever so cutely that I finished my ministration with a deep, lovingly kiss, she panted, "Oh gaawwdd, you sure know how to make my toes curl, my love."

"There will be more curling, later, I promise my sweet, wonderful woman." My tongue teased the tip of her nose till she snickered happily, "You're a brave girl, you're unbelievably brave, Sylvia, and you're right my sweet love, totally right - I would, and furthermore will do EVERYTHING to make and see you happy, my lovely, sensuous, sexy woman - see...you have been disappointed, you have been used, you even have been hurt - well my love, none of those will ever be allowed to happen again."

My eyes caressed hers, glued on mine, "You deserve to be and feel loved, and sexy, and wanted, my beautiful, wonderful woman, and I guarantee that you will be just that, and feel like it forever my sweet heart, my first and highest priority is to protect you, and with that our love, as long as I live my heart, I have been fallen for you my love, my sweet love, for hundreds of reasons, and I'm yours and will be yours forever, entirely, with all of my heart, and my soul - nobody and nothing will ever change that ... and I'm sure, absolutely sure that you feel like it, evenly matched."

I rose up from my knees to sit back to the couch beside her and pulled my sweet girl into my lap again, I needed to hold her tightly, to feel her, and she cuddled up to me purring, literally trying to melt into me, our lips met for a long, deep, lovingly kiss, ever so soft and delighting.

"Dear heavens ... what a kiss," she whispered devoutly, her beautiful eyes gazing into Nirvana, her soft, warm body trembling in my arms, "I've never, ever been kissed like this before my love. I felt it all through my body, I'm still vibrating..." she sighed contentedly before adding with a low giggle, "...and leaking."