I 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.