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Old 02-18-2019, 10:54 AM
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This is a story I’ve thought of sharing many times, but the short version sounds too unlikely to be true and the long version was just too long. But this stunning memory remained at the top of my spank bank for so many years that I thought it was worth telling. So the short version of this story is that a hot stranger asked me to help her in the shower, not some wack job with a fetish, a good, normal, take-home-to-mom type of girl. Like I said, sounds impossible, so on to the long version!

In the prime of my drinking and partying days I ran with a tight group of friends. One hot summer day we were seeing off one of “our” girls, Jo, who was leaving the warm weather to work a ski mountain in Australia. The other reason why we were getting together is that she had arranged an apartment exchange with some girl who was a semi-pro mountain biker from Australia who was coming over here for the biking season and she wanted to introduce her to our group. Her name was Caroline and she arrived hours later than expected so we were already well sauced. She was hot and I thought our group did a great show of trying to impress her in the best way that young 20s know how; taking the party to wee hours, drinking hard, buying rounds, creating a dance floor where one was never meant to be, and belting out the lyrics to anything singable. Apparently she wasn’t as taken with us as we were with her because she didn’t make an effort to get in touch with any of us again.

I didn’t think of her until a month later when Jo catches me on chat. It’s 2:30am and I just got home from a night of bar hopping. It turns out that she got a message from Caroline that was heavy on panic but light on details with a “I don’t know where else to turn” type of vibe. I was not her first choice to ask but she can’t get a hold of anyone else at this hour, so she convinces me to go check in on her the next day.

I arrive at Jo’s late morning feeling weird about the situation and knock. I hear footsteps right away then soon after the doorknob starts rattling. It rattles for far to long before someone kicks or hits the door and swears. Then I hear someone, presumably Caroline call out “Come in it’s open”. I can tell the voice is just on the other side of the door so I ask if I should come back at a better time. The reply is urgent, “No! Please open the door!”. I cautiously open it and recognize Caroline right away despite looking far less attractive than when I last saw her. She had on old makeup that was only partially washed off and her face had that red and puffy look that comes from hours of crying. The situation finally makes sense when I see that she has casts on both arms. On the right hand, the cast completely immobilized the thumb and went way up the hand. The left was more like a cast you usually see and should have offered more mobility, but all her fingers were black, purple and hugely swollen making every task, including opening the door, a hard one.

As much as she needed physical help, she needed a therapy session to share the shit-show that had been her life over the past 3 days. The kitchen was a disaster from prying open various leftovers and snacks with her teeth then leaving out the containers. Her last meal was cereal from a box that she had accidentally dropped so she bent down and ate it with her mouth off the floor. Eating like a dog in a country far from friends and family is what finally broke her. I was able to make her first decent meal with groceries she had around the house and fed it to her. It was humbling for both of us and made the new friendship seem more intimate than it deserved to be after just a couple hours. As she talked, I cleaned up the lunch and her various messes kitchen. She told me everything starting from the mountain bike race that did her in.

It happened on a Thursday and a “sort of” boyfriend got her to and from the hospital. She shared much but I was never quite clear on the nature of their relationship. I know that she had him help her out of her sweaty racing gear when she got home in the middle on the night on the accident day but there was some sort of dispute when he expected to sleep in her bed. I don’t know if they were not intimate, or if she just didn’t feel like sharing a space after a gruelling day ending with 12 hours of doctors, x-rays, and getting casts. But she wants someone to be there, so he stayed on the couch. I am trying to see both sides of the story while only hearing her version, but I’m guessing that he is stewing over being shunned the night before while she is oblivious to this and expected breakfast and someone to help her get dressed. For the wardrobe side of things, she wanted jeans and a t-shirt, which would later prove the be disastrous, and for breakfast she suggested he check if there were enough eggs. I gather that she got her own panties on, but expected him to help with the bra. Now some sort of fight started when she faced the other way for him to put it on. The word she hung on was “deserved”. “Can you believe he thought he deserved to see something for helping me?”. He said he was going to leave but she got him to do the bra and pull on her jeans before he walked out the door. He left an empty pan with nothing but sizzling butter while the eggs sat on the counter. That was 2 days prior and I had just put away the same eggs and washed the pan with the, now congealed, butter. It was a Friday, so it was reasonable to imagine that he would have to work. Through text, which she did tediously with the last 2 fingers of her left hand, she figured he was coming back to sort out dinner at the end of the day, but he never did.

Now we get to why jeans were a poor choice. Despite trying for hours, she could not undo the button and nature has a way of demanding that the button be undone. She held on well into the evening while calling the BF many times to only get voicemail when eventually she squatted in the tub and peed through her jeans. The full admission of this was another example of how the odd circumstances were leading to an unusual level of sharing between us. He did eventually show up but unfortunately for him, he arrived not soon enough to prevent the disaster and not long enough for her to cool her anger, and all words exchanged were far from pleasant. I don’t know exactly what happened in the awkward moments that would later be defined as their break-up, and her being relieved of her piss-soaked jeans, but somehow before he left, she ended up in the dress that she was wearing when she greeted me when I opened the door.

Now well fed, in a clean house, and having unloaded to a new friend, she was feeling much better but the next thing she desperately wanted was a shower. It had been 4 days since she last shower and one of those was sweating it up in a mountain bike race, the next involved her pissing herself, plus she had been wearing the same clothes for the past 40 hours. Now please excuse where my mind went when she asked if I’d help her with that. Everything that I’d done up to that point was in actual human interest in helping someone with a crappy situation. But I must admit that my mind went straight to porn music. The reality of what she wanted was much more sobering. She asked if I could tape some plastic bags around the casts, undo her bra, and she would manage the rest.
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That's all the time I have. I'm a little disappointed, I really wanted to write about the good stuff, but I think the preamble is probably necessary. I don't need comments or likes to post the rest, I will get it up for sure because the part that's left over is the stuff in my spank bank so I'll enjoy writing it. However, if there are comments and likes then I am sure to get to it faster. Just wanted to let you know that it's not a ransom story demanding your admiration before it continues.
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Old 02-18-2019, 05:56 PM
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Old 02-19-2019, 04:21 AM
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I made neat work on waterproofing the casts and was secretly pleased that I did a smooth job of unhooking her bra through the dress fabric. She let out an audible sigh of relief when the bra popped loose noting that she had been stuck in it for way too long. She turned to me with a look of such appreciation that I think I blushed. It seemed like a moment where one of us might say something profound but her next words were, “I’d hug you but I know I stink”. She added, “Can you stay until I get out or do you need to get going?”. I told her I planned to finish cleaning up for her so I would hang about. I motioned toward where I expected mess to be but surprised myself that I had pretty much done got the whole kitchen back in order already. She went off to the shower and I tried to find more to do in a kitchen that really didn't need work. I got distracted emptying the crumbs out of the toaster that long preceded her injury and really did not need doing when I heard her call my name. As I walked toward the bathroom, I realized that it had been many minutes and the water never went on. The door was closed so knocked and let her know I was there. “Can you come in please?” she answered.

I found her exactly as I left her except her face had adopted a frustrated scowl “I can’t do it, but I really NEED a shower." she paused and slowly and stumbled through her request, "I think I need you to do it, do you mind?” The look on her face told me that she was worried I might say no, clearly she does not know what drives the male mind. She faced away from me, I lifted the dress. It all got very real when I saw that she wasn’t wearing panties and her beautiful athletic bum appeared. She lifted her arms as I pulled it over her head. The bra which I had previously undone was hanging from her shoulders. She pressed her arms together, leaned forward and shimmied, so it fell to the ground. As I admired the view she folded her arms across her chest as if to maintain some modesty even though I could not see her front. I feared my job was done but she looked toward the taps and indicated that she likes it very hot. I turned the knobs using more hot than cold and we both stood awkwardly while we took turns feeling the water for it to get hot enough for her to get in. She faced away from me the whole time so it was easy to sneak looks while pretending to avert my eyes, this was especially true as she focused on stepping into the tub. I wondering once again if my job might be done but then she asked me to use a specific soap, out of the many potions and lotions that she had on display. Needless to say I was only too happy to oblige.

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Old 02-20-2019, 04:02 AM
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I wasted no time and started to lather her shoulders and back. I lingered there for a while thinking that
that it was a safe zone and wondering where to go next. I decided that armpits were non-offensive and a
very expected part of the shower. She lifted her arms to receive my caresses confirming that I was on
the right track. With her arms raised it seemed only natural to slip my hands around to the front. I
soaped her boobs and she did not resist so I was sure it was a sign that this was more than just a functional shower.

Now that I thought I was given the “all clear” I gave a little bit of extra attention to the nipples, and as fast as my hopes were raised, they were immediately lowered when she relaxed her arms naturally pushing my
hands down. I was pretty sure that I’d just betrayed the trust given to me, but I also thought that she
had politely shut down my groping in such a way that we can both pretend it never happened. So at that
moment I decided that I would complete this like a task and try to ignore the fact that there is a very
sexy naked woman in front of me asking me to touch her. While my aim was to keep it “professional” I could not help but do one smooth soapy stroke over the
bum on the way to the thighs. I gave the legs a decent run down; front, back, upper, and lower, making
sure not to create another faux-pas by heading too far up the inner thigh. I gave verbal cues to lift each
foot and she leaned against the wall while both got a good rubbing. Then, with the same emotion as if I
just washed her car, I ask if I got everything clean. With awkward hesitation I can tell there is something
she wants to say but feels she can’t. Part of me is disappointed that there seems to be something
inadequate in my work, but the other part of me is excited that this isn’t over.

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I was travelling today and had lots of time to write so I've written more than I shared here, but I'm rethinking how to share the next part. There's an awkward thing that I softened for a "wider audience" and I have to think of I should "unsoften" it. Maybe more in an hour, if not, tomorrow.
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I was travelling today and had lots of time to write so I've written more than I shared here, but I'm rethinking how to share the next part. There's an awkward thing that I softened for a "wider audience" and I have to think of I should "unsoften" it. Maybe more in an hour, if not, tomorrow.
Just tell it like it happened.
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So she tries to explain and stresses the part about “4 days” and “no hands” and “I just want to be clean” and I nod as if I understand it all, but I am certainly not getting it. She says is in a couple of ways before she reaches out and places her crippled arms on my shoulders half pulling me into the shower and half leaning out. She puts her lips to my ear as if there might be someone close enough to hear the secret and says, “I had to poop!”. Now I am sure that this will gross out some people but for me it was not even a hesitation. With all that soap and water anything gross would wash away in a hurry. Immediately after the whisper she pretended that nothing had been said and leaned back toward the water for a rinse letting the water fall down her back. I got my hands amply soaped and decided to proceed a little more scenically the target. Both bum cheeks got an ample rub down on the way to the part that needed cleaning adding soap liberally as needed. Unlike the push back from the nipple groping I felt very invited to keep washing this area. Because I know the pee story, I also feel I have license to wash that “dirty” area in front too. There is a bit of an arch to her back and she seems to be pushing her bum toward me. With each pass I try to have one of my fingers slide between the lips. I’m starting to think that not all the slippery feeling is the soap and I am almost sure this is an invitation for more and I am even more sure that a finger could slip in at this point. But I had already slowed things down once by not asking and asking is what got me to this far. I decide to stop and ask again, “So do I have everything clean yet?”. There is a pause and she seems to wake from some sort of daze, “Oh, umm, yes… thank you… yes… let me just rinse off”. It is not the answer I expected and definitely not what I wanted to hear but before I had a chance to attempt a clever rescue she asks if I will slide the curtain closed.
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