Go back to bed

His head spinning with all of the things that have happened in the past few hours, Alex goes back to bed. He tries to sleep, but there’s one thing that definitely needs some attention first. If he was horny before, having the unknown girl sucking on his knob meant there would be no sleep for him until he relieved the considerable pressure between his legs.

As Alex stroked his cock, he thought about the experience, wondering who this strange woman could be. Clearly she thought she was visiting Alex’s predecessor, Jack. She couldn’t have known him too well, otherwise she would have known that Jack had been run off by Mr. Murphy a while ago. Still, she was familiar enough with Jack to know which room was his and felt welcome enough to enter in the middle of the night and wordlessly throw herself onto his cock.

The memory of her mouth on his shaft wiped further questions from his mind for the time being. As he replayed the experience in his mind, his hand tried to simulate her lips and tongue, gingerly caressing his manhood. Within moments, Alex’s stomach and chest was covered with the thick, sticky byproduct of an explosive orgasm. After a cursory clean up, his body was at last relaxed enough to allow him to slip into a couple of hours of much-needed sleep.

When he awoke, it took him a while to convince himself that everything from the past 12 hours wasn’t a dream. In fact, he wasn’t completely persuaded that it wasn’t the byproduct of his teenage fantasies until he sat across from Elaine at breakfast and again felt her foot make its way up his leg and onto his crotch.

Once again, Elaine’s expression betrayed nothing of what was going on under the table, but it was taking every bit of Alex’s self control to do the same. He was relieved that Mr. and Mrs. Murphy were doing most of the talking. This allowed Alex to cautiously enjoy the pleasure of the prodding of Elaine’s toes against his package.

He was so focused on what was going on between his legs that he jumped with a startle when he realized Mr. Murphy was speaking to him.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” said Alex, hastily trying to refocus his attention toward his employer. “What did you say?”

“I said that I need you to make a delivery first thing this morning. I go to the school and install the part that I fixed for their stove. Do you think you can do that?”

Alex said that he could, but he wondered if he would be able to stand very easily, considering the erection Elaine’s foot had triggered. She, for her part, appeared to be pouting a bit. Her mother notices this and asks, “Is something wrong, dear?”

“I was hoping Alex would be able to help me fix the window in my bedroom. I tried to open it this morning, and it was stuck.”

Mr. Murphy clears his throat and says, “There’s nothing wrong with your window, Elaine. I — um — secured in the middle of the night. I was concerned about prowlers and wanted to make sure no one got in to hurt you.”

Mr. and Mrs. Murphy exchange looks, and Alex can tell they were more concerned about Elaine sneaking out. He is just grateful that her window hadn’t been sealed while they were both trying to get back into their rooms last night.

“But it is so hot at night!” complained the daughter. “How am I to sleep when it is so stifling in my room?”

“We’ll deal with that later,” says Mr. Murphy. “For now, Alex and I have a very full day, and we need to get to work.”

Fortunately, the news about Elaine’s window distracted her from the foot job, and Alex manages to discreetly adjust himself enough that when he stands, his state of arousal is not particularly noticeable. He hurries to his room to finish getting ready so he can start his day.