[F] 24 showed my patriotism to retirement home residents

My parents fled the aftermath of communism when I was very young. The country in which I live now generously took us in and I grew up in it, always well protected. But only when I became an adult and I could learn about the rest of the world did I realize how much luck and privilege I had growing up here, in one of the finest nations on earth. I became deeply grateful to all the men and women who built and maintained this country that gave me as a young girl all I needed to flourish and feel safe. So I wanted to give at least a bit back by visiting residents in a retirement home close by. A few years ago, every two weeks I came to their Sunday afternoon open hours, where everybody could join in for games and chatting (before Covid hit!).

I met some fabulous senior citizens there, all polite and sweet: A retired police officer that protected his fellow citizens out in the streets and traffic for decades; a heating engineer who had his own little company and throughout his career made sure that thousands of homes got it warm in winter times; a well spoken academic that had nobody left of his family visiting him…

So I sat down with them on these afternoons, played some card games in which I was a ferocious opponent and tried to never let them win. I think they became equally fond and a bit afraid of me as I was quite competitive with them… After a couple of visits we have built a group of three to four senior residents, all gentlemen, and me, the young female student. After an hour playing or so, we were then joking about who had the privilege this time to take a short, but exclusive walk with me in the park. With the chosen one I linked arms and we were walking slowly outside while I was listening to the stories of his past and his professional life. We then walked back to his little apartment or room in the retirement home where he served me tea to end the visit (one served Schnapps instead, hehe).

Every time we were saying goodbye for the first time, these gentlemen always wanted to shake hands politely (as it’s common in my country). But I had that urge of thanking them after hearing all their stories and spending time with them. So when the gentleman reached out with his hand, I took it, but then led it to my busty chest and put it on the spot where my heart beats, while looking him deeply in his eyes, smiling. Everyone of these gentlemen was astonished at first, but then smiled back and left his hand on my chest. Then I hugged him firmly, pressing my tits on his body and making sure that he could smell the mix of pheromones and bit of perfume I’ve put on. I released, took his both hands again and led them to my rack, nodding, smiling and reassuring him that it’s OK to fondle my breasts for a while. They all seemed to enjoy soaking in my young female energy for this brief moment, but never dared to become overly excited in any way. Then I took their hands again, put them gently down, gave them a kiss on their cheek and smiled. By this subtle gesture they understood perfectly that our afternoon came to an end.

We said goodbye and I walked out the retirement home, every time with a smile on my lips but also choking down a tear or two.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/10bzipm/f_24_showed_my_patriotism_to_retirement_home