Nursing Home Candy Striper

This is my first confession here, but I have a lot of things I need to get off my chest.

I worked at a Senior Living facility to try to make some money for after I graduated from school. My grandmother worked there for years and got me in on a part-time job basis.
She would drive me there and we would split up. She would do her thing and I was assigned to float around and do whatever needed doing. Then we would go home together late at night.

The company assigned us to several sites that were more like resorts for old people. Some of the jobs I did were going into the apartments and cleaning or straightening their rooms up after they left or passed away.

Every time I went there it seems that all of the older men would go out of their way to talk to me. All of them were perfect gentlemen and very kind to me. I really loved the positive attention.

At first there were just smiles and greetings but the more familiar we became, there were hand shaking, hand and arm and then shoulder and back patting. I really didn't mind it when they began hugging me (some hugs lasting too long to be appropriate).

That first week, one of the gentleman (won't say his name) in a wheelchair, began patting my bottom. He was harmless and very cute and funny. Since I didn't complain he began lifting my skirt to see my panties. Honestly, that kind of turned me on. I even let him ride me around on his lap on my breaks. It was just tickling and light petting, but nobody saw and no one got hurt. That was a wonderful week for me and that job had me day-dreaming (at school) of what those lonely, horny guys would do to me and how far they would go.