It starts well enough.

By the time I relieved myself into the toilet, stripped off my clothes and step into the shower I hear a tentative knock on the door.

“Well, come in then.” I bark loudly. “Let's get this over with.” No point in letting her know how much I'm looking forward to this. At least not yet. I turn my face into the hot water, so my back is to the door.

As much as I'd like to check out what my new personal helper thinks is appropriate dress for this type of personal task, the last thing I want is to have her see me gawking at her like a schoolboy.

“I'm here, Sir.” Riya voice is soft but steady. “What do you need me to help you with.” Only then, do I turn to face her and brush the water from my eyes. To my surprise Riya's changed into a one-piece swimsuit. I guess I was expecting something like shorts and a tee-shirt, but I guess her choice makes a lot of sense.

“Is this OK?” Riya must have noticed my look of surprise. “It's my old school swimsuit.” Damn that suit looks good on her. If I was one of the boys in her school, I'd go to every meet I could just to see the team dressed like this. Or a teacher or parent too for that matter. I shrug and turn away in part to feign indifference to her choice of clothing but in part to hide the fact that my cock was starting to thicken and rise.

“I'll need help lathering my back and legs.” I tell her, making this shit up as fast as I can. “My doctor doesn't want me to bend over, she's concerned about me losing my balance.” Riya seems to accept my explanation and steps into the shower behind me.

“You should get a shower chair, Sir.” She tells me even as I feel her small hands start to rub soap on my back.

“Oh, be quiet.” I grumble like the curmudgeonly old man I warned her I might be. “You sound just like my doc.” I lean forward against the tiled wall and sigh in satisfaction. “That's good though; just like that.” It was good, I haven't had someone to wash my back since Fran was killed, even if Riya hadn't been stunningly beautiful I would have enjoyed having her lathering me.

“Do you want me to do your legs now, Mr. Patterson?” It might be my imagination, but I think there's a slightly different timber to her voice. Is she getting excited by having a naked man to run her hands over? I shake my head at the hubris of that thought.

“Yes, thank-you.” Out of the corner of my eye I watch Riya sink to her knees behind me and feel her soft hands start working on my calves. Some of the shower water has been shooting over my shoulder this whole time and Riya is as wet as I am as she kneels behind me. In this position my ass is just inches from her face and I wonder what she thinks of my butt. I'm old and hairy, but my ass is still in pretty good shape. I certainly hope she thinks so too.

Riya's hands feel really good and it's getting harder and harder to ignore how sexy it is to be washed like this. After a minute of her working higher and higher up my legs my cock is fully erect and twitching in excitement.

“Oh!” A glance down reveals that Riya has just noticed this fact as well. Her dark eyes are staring around my hip and her hands have dropped to her sides. “I'm so sorry, Sir!”