I am an in home caretaker. Some years ago I was in charge of a man with Alzheimer’s disease including heavy short term memory loss. I had some discussions with his family about trying to keep his mind stimulated with different activities. Though he doesn’t remember what happened to him an hour or even minutes ago sometimes, what he does affects his mood. I secretly had a wild idea to keep him “stimulated”. I decided to give it a try. As I carried out my duties for the day I wore nothing but panties and a bra. Needless to say he was in a very good mood. Even the next morning he seemed happier than normal to see me though he wasn’t aware why. I did this each day over the next couple of weeks. His family visits on the weekends and they noticed he was happy too. I attributed it to the exercises we discussed. One day, as I was bringing him food, I noticed his big smile as he watched me stroll toward him. I wondered, if he liked my panties, how would he react to more stimulation? I flashed him a breast, he smiled harder. I flashed him my butt, he almost laughed. I never heard him laugh. I got totally naked and danced. He was ecstatic! He moved his arms more than he usually could. Selfishly, it felt good to be ogled like that. It’s been a while for me since I was in any relationship. He seemed happy to see me every day. He was like a puppy when you come home from work. Each time is the thrill of his life. I felt a rush of excitement and boldness! So I sat on the table in front of him and played with myself through my panties. I kept everything on that first time. But the 2nd time on I got completely naked. I was so bold after about a week into my new stimulation that I would stand on the bed directly over him and squat very close to his face as I rubbed myself. I bet he forgot how a woman smells. I never wanted to physically touch him. I don’t know if he could have gotten it up if I wanted to anyway. But I made it a regular part of my day to work in my panties and at least once per week I would let him watch me pleasure myself. Until he passed he was a very happy man. I know it’s morally wrong but it really helped him. I enjoyed it as well and his family was very grateful for my presence.