Why Me Lord

Why Me Lord?
By Deine Freundin


"Hello Miss Bär. This is Ingrid. I am calling to let you know that we have an opening for this evening for your rehabilitation. That way you do not have to wait till next week."

"That would be great. What time should I be there?"

"Well, we close at 18:00. The appointment was for 17:45. Just show up before we close and you should be fine."



I was happy for the call, having so much to do next week. I quickly showered and cleaned myself thoroughly. I always hated those appointments. Being forced into positions that was unnatural, never appealed to me. But I could tell, they have helped my recovery since the accident. I put on a pair of my high-cut floral panties, a full-length sun dress and a pair of sandals, put my hair up in a ponytail and fastened my fanny pack and headed out to catch the bus into town.

I tucked my dress up at the sides under the belt of my pack and rode my bicycle to the bus stop. The bus arrived just as I finished locking up my bike. I barely had time to jump on the bus and pay my the driver. After paying, I started to walk towards an open seat in the back. Several young male passengers nodded and smiled at me. I thought they were just being overly friendly. I attributed it to the beautiful day we were having. After all sunshine does bring out the best in people.

An elderly lady I passed politely pointed at my exposed thigh. Looking down in fright, I noticed, I had totally forgotten to untie my dress. And with the panties I had picked out, it looked as if I was not wearing any at all. Blushing, I nonchalantly loosened the knots and straighten out my dress. I thanked the stranger and just smiled back at the young lads. I bet I made the day for quite a few men on the bus, including the driver.

I made it to into town with plenty of time to spare. I decided to walk to the Rehab clinic, instead of taking a taxi. Walking was good for me. However, after several long blocks, I noticed I would have to up my pace. My old bones began to ache a bit. I looked around for a taxi or bus, none were near. So I quickened my stride and fought through the pain.

I arrived at the front door of the clinic just as Ingrid was locking the door. She smiled and let me in.

"Hi Anna, I didn't think you were going to make it. But I'm glad you did."

Ingrid had been my therapist for the past few months. She has always been really friendly, but also your typical blonde. Pretty cute, pretty dumb and pretty have to stay that way. Most of her indiscretions can be over looked because of her cuteness. Somewhat shorter then myself, but the air in her head was proportional with the air in her breasts. Lets just say, if she fell overboard, she could save a family of four.

She escorted me to the rear of the building, where the changing rooms were located. She handed me a pair of disposable panties for me to change into, so mine would not become damaged from the mud and chemicals of the tub and oils. I always hated them. They kind of reminded me of a very thin cloth diaper panty. Almost like a handkerchief. I usually only kept them on for the mud bath. This time was no exception.

I placed my belongings in the locker. Put on those God awful panties, wrapped myself in the towel provided and placed the stretchy key chain on my wrist.

As I entered the mud bath, Ingrid informed me that since it was so late, I could expect the cleaning gal to come through. She asked if I had a problem with that? Of course I did not. Funny...I have no problem with nudity where it is expected, such as a FKK site (Clothing optional beach, etc.). Even in a doctors office. But being caught naked where you are not supposed to be, that is always embarrassing.

The warm mud had a vibration setting. The only way I could describe it, is, it is much like if you were wrapped tightly in a sheet and you were pushed around in a mosh-pit. The mud was pushing against all your exposed skin. As if someone was throwing water balloons against your skin. EVERYWHERE!

I had my eyes closed. Lost in the moment. The door opened behind me and a young girl entered with a bucket and mop and some rags. She apologized and in an accent I have heard before asked if it would be alright for her to clean?

I answered her in Polish, that it was. She smiled and asked where I had learned to speak Polish. I informed her I used to work at a Hotel and much of our staff were Polish. She reminded me of a young gal that worked for me and I had befriended. We had become pretty close. So the memories were quite pleasurable. She introduced herself as Ana. I chuckled and told her my name was Anna. We both laughed a bit.

I was not ready for what happened next. This young girl removed all her clothes and stepped into the tiled tub next to me. I was admiring her youthful naked body. She explained to me that it was much easier for her to clean the tubs this way. I just smiled. But from time to time observed her kneeling and spraying the tiles. I understood what she meant. Because if she had stayed dressed, her clothes would be utterly filthy. After about 45 minutes, Ingrid entered, unfazed by the young Polish girls nudity. So I figured this was a normal occurrence. I stepped over to the shower heads against the far wall, stripped down and washed the mud from my skin.

The panties were a mess, but not just from the mud. Apparently my mind was not the only thing recalling my fond memories of my young gal-pal Anika, if you know what I mean? While I was washing out every crevice, I would catch the two ladies taking glances at me naked form. I thought better then to linger down under and quickly showered.

Ingrid was drying me off and told me, that that was the last pair of panties they had in stock. A new shipment wasn't coming in till Monday morning. She asked if I wanted to get my own pair from the locker for the massage and whirlpool bath?

We both laughed as I said, "Why bother?" I wrapped the towel around myself once more and looked back as the cleaning girl drained my mud bath. I was glad I had worn those disposable panties.

Ingrid had asked if I had been exercising on my own. I told her I was walking and riding my bicycle quite a bit. I didn't tell her I tried to ride a horse. Which I did, but stopped as quickly as I started. The pain was immense. I was looking forward to Ingrids massage and manipulations of my sore muscles and bones.

As Ingrid massaged my muscles, I drifted in and out. My thoughts jumping from my up coming wedding to past loves, both men and women. The time Anika and I ended up sleeping in the same bed on a business outing in a Hotel room. Her naked body nestled up against mine. She had cupped my breasts. I petted her backside. When it began to become too heated, I put a stop to it. Part of me wanted it to continue, but another part said "We are co-workers, and I am her superior." But that does not deter from the fact, that we could have went further at the time.

When Ingrids hands were pressing against my inner thighs and her thumbs made contact with my engorged labia, I was brought back to reality. She asked if something was wrong? If she should stop? I, of course, told her no. To please continue. She had me turn over and proceeded to lift my right leg and bend it at the knee, pushing it back against my chest. I winced in pain. But as she pulled my bent knee away from my body, I actually let out a slight scream.

At that moment Ana entered, fully dressed now. She looked at my openness and apologized again. She turned around about to leave, when Ingrid told her that I wouldn't mind. To be honest, I was in too much pain to do so any way. Ingrid told me, that she couldn't leave the clinic till Ana was finished. It was her turn to lock up for the weekend. I understood, but really didn't want to be seen in such a compromising position by a mere cleaning woman.

Ingrid informed me, that besides, Ana was studying sports medicine and wanted to do therapy work. Well, I couldn't rightfully deny her the opportunity to get some additional learning. Could I?

Ingrid gave Ana a quick update of why I was there. Anna was surprised at how ell I had healed. She told her it was because of the doctor doing such great work. Leaving very little scarring. It was up to me to work out my muscles and make them stronger. But with my age, deep healing would take a bit longer then with younger patients.

"Hey?"

Ana was told I have great hips.

"Hey?", again.

"Great" not "Large", Ingrid insisted. We all chuckled. Soon Ana was standing over me. Even though my breasts were covered with a towel, my bottom section was on full display. Ana asked me why I have everything shaved around my "Muschi"? I just told her it was a personal preference. Soon we were all having a conversation about "Landing-strips" vs. 70's porno bushes. The two youngsters thought it was awesome that some one my age would shave down there.

"Hey. Hey?"

They didn't mean anything by it. It's just that their mothers would never consider doing what I dd.

All the while we were talking, Ingrid maneuvered my legs in every conceivable, obscene position possible. Ana was cleaning but also watched intently.

Soon my torture was over and I was shown to the heated whirlpool tubs. I showered again, before climbing in. The other two women were busy doing their stuff, leaving me all alone to my thoughts. I have always enjoyed the warmth and soothing sounds of a whirlpool. I was slowly rubbing the sore muscles of my legs & thighs , under the water. It was not long before my fingers had worked there way to my special place. Massages have always turned me on. I enjoy the full body contact. The sometimes gentle, then firm manipulations of my various erogenous zones, of which I have many of. My mind once gain drifted to the various lovers I had had in my past.

The heated water camouflaged the perspiration running down my face. It also hid the fact my body was flushed as I neared my orgasm. The noise of from the jets overpowered the noise that came from the door opening. I did not hear Ana entering the room. I have always had this uncanny perception of knowing when I am being watched. Even when I am deep in sleep. If someone has entered my personal space, even quietly, but were staring at me, I would wake up.

Well this was somewhat the same. I stopped rubbing my clit and slightly opened the slits in my eyes. I could see Ana looking at me, wondering if I was asleep or not? My flustered state was also hiding my embarrassment of getting caught with my hand in the cookie....jar...so to say. I pretended to wake up and greeted the equally embarrassed cleaning girl.

Ana must have suspected what I was up to. She informed me that Ingrid had told her to let me know my time was up and for me to finish and get dressed. I climbed out into the cool air. My nipples instantly became erect and my body became covered with goosebumps. I quickly showered and went to the locker room.

EEEHHHAAA!!!

Ingrid and Ana came running into the room that I was in. I was holding the stretchy key-chain....minus my locker key.

I lost my key.

Ingrid asked me where I had lost it?

I told her if I knew that, it wouldn't be lost!

She asked when did I notice it missing?

"What dumb blonde", I thought. "Well, when I came in in here to get dressed. Do you have some sort of master key?"

Ingrid replied, "No sorry. But we could get a locksmith to come in by....."

"Fantastic! Go call one!" I instructed her.

"Sorry, It's the Friday night. He will not be able to come till Monday. You could keep the towel and I could let you have a bathrobe. We also have those lovely hospital gowns", Ingrid said with a devilish grin.

I was actually concerned at this point. I had visions of being dragged around, like the character in Hooked6's story "Hanna's Embarrassing Accident"  I did not want to end up like that.That was certain. But I was caught without anything to wear. So I gladly accepted the towel and robe.

Informing Ingrid, I had no fare for the bus, she offered me a few Euros, since she does not have an automobile. But then the realization set in, I would have to walk through town to the station. I began to tremble at the thought. Like I stated before, being naked where one is expected, is no problem for me. But being caught where you're not, can be both embarrassing and exciting at the same time. I recalled the time I met with the carpet salesman at my house with only a flimsy housecoat.

Lucky for me, Ana said she could give me a to the bus stop.

So with the clinic now locked up, we all parted our ways. I did not relish the thought of having to, first wait for the bus, then ride on it in a bathrobe. If I was near a beach, I could have bluffed my way. But out here in town and then in the mountains...shivers went up my spine. I coyly asked Ana if she would not mind driving me to my village. I could offer her the money that Ingrid gave me.

Ana actually laughed it off. She could tell by my expression, I was afraid of being spotted in town with nothing but a bathrobe on. She readily agreed, but did not want any compensation. It was rather nice to see good-hearted people in the world. I'm sure some would have taken advantage of someone in my situation. Well maybe a man, but not a woman.

During our long ride to my small village, we talked about various things. I really loved her little Polish accent. It reminded me how much I missed my little friend Anika. She was bi-curious, as some women are. Don't get me wrong, I love men and what they have to offer. But sometimes, only a fellow female companion can make us feel things that a man can just not know.

I was trying to see if Ana was like Anika or not?

We arrived in my small mountain village just as the sun was setting. I climbed out and Ana handed me her business card. I told her I would most definitely call on her services....To repay her for her kindness, of course.

There was no way possible, for my bike to be placed in her small VW. Plus she had to return to her boyfriends flat. She gave me a friendly hug and we kissed each others cheeks and parted ways.

I approached my bicycle, grateful that I had a combination lock and not a key one. A few towns people looked at me. Obviously wondering why I was out in just a robe? I walked my bike away from their leering eyes. I did not want to try to mount it with onlookers. In case I suffered some kind of mishap. It was a good thing I did wait. Because I did try to climb on my bike after a bit. First trouble began with the seat. It quickly slid up my spread lips. In my younger years, I had no problem doing this and found great sexual satisfaction riding around commando style. Even-though it wouldn't be all that bad here and now, I did not want to risk having an accident. After all, I was healing up nicely.

I took off the towel from under my robe and folded it over my seat. Now it was well padded. I climbed back on and noticed that the bottom of the robe was occasionally becoming caught in the spokes of the wheel. Again...another accident waiting to happen. I looked around. Seeing no one about, I tucked the hem up under the belt. Unfortunately, this left my buttocks exposed. I was certainly happy that I had an all over tan. Otherwise there would two moons out that night.

All was going well for me, until I was about to turn on the street that leads to my property. I large LKW came up behind me. I had just risen to a standing position to climb the slight hill and peddled hard. I must have given the poor driver a full shot of my behind in his headlights. I heard his brakes lock-up. It startled me so. I was not sure if he locked them up because of me or he was losing control of his vehicle. I lost my balance, fell off my bicycle and rolled down our small embankment. My robe opened up and tore to shreds from my body, as I tumbled down into the water filled ditch below.

I carefully stood up and was happy to not have any serious aches nor pains. A flashlight beam shown upon my naked body. A mans voice asked if I was alright? I said I was, and to please not shine the light in my face.

I could not see my robe anywhere. My Bike was not damaged. I quickly grabbed my towel, which lay nearby, and covered my wet body the best I could.

The driver asked what was I doing riding around in such a state?

I did not want to go into detail, but assured him it was not something I normally do. As he walked away. I noticed he had a mobile phone in his hand. I'm pretty sure he must have taken a snapshot of me in the ditch, when he had his spotlight on me. BASTARD!

I ended up walking my bike the rest of the way home, wrapped in only a towel.

When I entered my home I pulled off my towel, poured myself a glass of wine and laid my nude body on my warm couch..  I hit play on my mp3 music player...and couldn't help but laugh when one of my favorite songs by Kris Kristofferson played. "Why Me Lord"