"Did he just call you, 'Sugar'?" Shelby mouthed from the blue-framed doorway of room 18.

I flashed a wide-eyed, blushing smile, and Shelby covered her mouth to conceal her laughter. 

"Don't," I said, shushing her as I handed her another untouched food tray.

She slid it into one of the vacant slots in the food cart.

"Creep," Shelby said as we continued down the hall toward the kitchen.

"He's sweet," I said, "leave him alone."

"Uh, I think you're mistaking 'sweet' with horny," she added. 

"I don't know why we bother whipping up half this stuff, they never eat it," Mrs. Crowley said as she irritably raked mountains of mush into the waste bin. 

Shelby and I exchanged a look that read, uh, maybe because it looks and smells like death.

"C'mon," Shelby said, nudging my elbow.

It was my second week on the job and despite my coworkers who looked upon their elders with inconvenience, I quite enjoyed stopping into their rooms and making sure that they had everything they needed to fashion this facility into more of a home as opposed to what it was: an assisted living facility.

"What?" I said.

"You're new around here, and as much fun as it is to watch you walk right into their traps--"

"Who are we talking about? You lost me. Traps?"

"Half the old farts in here," Shelby said, "Peterson, Jones, that perv in room 18, whatshisname...Archie sumpin' or 'nother."

"What wrong with Archie? I like Archie."

"He's a total perv. Oh my God. And the box."

"The box? What box?"

"The one he keeps in his bottom drawer?"

"What's in it?"

"Hell if I know," Shelby said, "We should go see. Wanna?"

"Uh, No. I think it's inappropriate to go snooping through their private stuff," I said.

"Yeah, you're probably right," She said, "He's still a pervert. Sweet old man, my ass." Then she leaned into my ear, "He prob'bly likes 'em young, y'know? Like...young."

I stifled a laughed.

"I'm serious, girl--"

"Okay. I believe you. It's just kinda funny is all," I said, "I mean, we're all 'young' compared the them. Peterson's, what, in his mid seventies? And Jones gotta be pushing eighty. And Archie, God, he's gotta be at least fifty years older than me. How old is he, anyway?"

"I dunno. Seventy sumpin'," Shelby said, "My point is, watch your back, girl. It's the 'sweet' ones that are the most dangerous."

"Dangerous. Really?" I said, and laughed.

"Okay."

"Knock-knock."

"Come in."

"How are you this morning?" I said, my eyes taking in the discarded tissues on the floor next to his bed. I bend down to gather them up and was arrested by the distinctive smell of spunk. I glanced over and saw that the bottom drawer of his dresser was opened an inch.

"Did you have a good night," I said. I couldn't help myself.

"Excellent," Archie said.

"Mm," I started, then paused, "Sorry, I...I forgot what I was going to say."

"Happens to me all the time, Sugar," he said, adding, "You can just toss those in the trash, if you would, hun."

"Oh...right," I said, and crossed the room to do so, when suddenly something came over me, and, inconspicuously, I shoved the saturated tissues into the pants pocket of my scrubs.

"Where'd you go?" Archie asked.

"Huh? What? I'm sorry, I...kinda spaced out for a second."

"I'd say so."

"Can I...um... Can I get you anything?"

His thirsty eyes drank me in.

"Anything at all," I added, knowing good and well he was undressing me in his mind and throwing me to the floor to have his way with me, and leaving me there like one of his used, cum-soaked tissues. My breathing got heavier, imagining it all.

"Maybe later," Archie said.

"Oh...all right. Well, just push the button, and I'll get right on you--it. I'll get on it."

"Will do, Sweetie," he said, and chuckled.

It was drawing close to the end of my shift, and I had not heard a peep out of room 18. I pushed my chair away from the desk and stood up to stretched.

"Almost time," Shelby said, looking up at the clock.

"Almost," I said, and started toward the restroom.

"Cranberry juice!" Shelby said aloud.

With as many trips that I had made to the restroom that day, it's no wonder she thought I had a bladder infection.

I entered the restroom and locked the door behind me before diving my hand into my pocket...for the umpteenth time. I brought the semen-soiled clump of Kleenexes to my nose, and filled my lungs with their rich, intoxicating aroma. My tight young pussy tingled and yearned to be filled, too. I pushed the tissue back into my pocket and exited the restroom. Shelby was no longer at the desk. I took a quick looked around but found no one in sight. I made my way to room 18, with butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I put my hand on the doorknob and twisted it slowly, careful not to wake him if he was sleeping. Peeking in, I spied the myserious box that Shelby had talked about, out and on his bed. I poked my head in farther and looked around the room. He was in his bathroom with the door closed. I looked over my shoulder. Still, no one in sight. Hurriedly, I stepped inside his room, easing the door closed behind me. I lifted the lid of the box, and froze in shock. Shelby was right, I thought to myself as I was held captive by the content within. Despite the alarms sounding throughout the rational side of my thinking, I could not help but savor the sweet depravity of this man's sexual perversion.

"Hello."

I jumped and spun around to find Archie fastening his bathrobe.

"I didn't mean for you to see that," he said, nodding toward the opened box, "I could try to explain, but..."

"You don't have to explain anything," I said.

"So, I guess my time here has come to an end, huh?"

"What are you talkin' about? I'm not reporting anything. I'm not even supposed to be in here. Hey..."

His eyes glossed over, as if he had just lost a friend.

"It's all right," I continued, "it's surprising and a bit risque, but..." I glanced back down into the box, "I'm a risk taker, too."

His studied me for a moment, unsure what to say or do.

"We got ten minutes before the next shift comes in," I said, and pushed my scrub bottoms to the floor. 

"Are...are you serious?" He stammered, "I'm...I'm dream this, right?"

I turned around and bent over, exposing a pussy just as youthful and pink as any ever found on any playground. 

"I want you to fuck me," I said, looking over my shoulder at him,"and fill me with your seed."

He drew open his robe, and I saw his old log of a cock already standing upright, ready to plunge deep inside me to saturate my fertile womb.

"Umph!"

He drove into me like a Mack truck.

I lowered my head onto his mattress as he grunted and sweated, mounting me like a wildebeest bull. I emptied the content of the box, strewing it all out before my eyes, on the bed.

"Ohhh fffuck...I'm cumming...Mmmm..." I said, my heavy breathing filling the room. I felt his cock expand against the silky walls of my vagina, and he howled like a beast and flooded my insides. 

When he pulled out of me, he had to catch me from slinking to the floor. We held one another for a brief moment before he reminded me that the night shift was on the clock now. I pulled up my scrubs, and straightened myself best I could. He hurriedly brushed his dirty little secrets back into their box and stowed it away.

"Hey," he said, catching me at the door, "Thank you."

"No," I said, smiling, "thank you." And rubbing my stomach, I added, "I hope it's a girl, don't you?"