The realization that his steamy dream was also a wet one!

As day light starts to shine in through a small crease in the hotel curtains Johnny begins to stir. His first thoughts are of that dream. That brief sexy fantasy his mind conjured up starting to fade, and blur as he tries to focus on the events that took place. Yet it’s no use, like trying to catch water, the details all just slipping through Johnny’s fingers.

He’s sure it had to do something with the medieval period, was a king, no wait a prince. He had an encounter with some one, they touched him, made him cum.

What’s their name, he can almost remember but then, no it escapes him. Whatever the case he knows with surety that the experience was really enjoyable. The one thing he can remember is being really turned on. Really though he needs to stop dwelling on the dream, he should get up it’s not smart to sleep in when your out on the streets.

Johnny slowly opens his eyes him scrunching up his nose as he see the unexpected sight of a wall, and a dresser in front of him. There’s a split second of confusion as Johnny’s still drowsy mind isn’t yet running at full capacity. His recent memories of coming into the care of Stella lost at the moment, Johnny doesn’t seem to know what’s going on. Every thing starting to seem more, and more stranger as his consciousness shakes off more, and more of the grogginess.

It’s being so long since he’s actually slept on a real bed. Due to spending so many days bedding on a park bench, or alleyways as a street rat the sensation of warm covers against his body feels strange. With him realizing that and abnormality of the wall now, alarm bells go off in Johnny’s head. This isn’t normal, why is he in a room? He should be outside right?

Another far more pressing concern then comes to the forefront of his mind. More worrisome then just the room and the blanket is the particular detail of some one’s arms wrapping around him. His memory still currently failing him right now as his brain hasn’t fully woken up, he starts to freak out. Him unable to summon the events of yesterday or the day before to his mind. Right now, all Johnny knows is he’s laying in strange place, in strange clothes, next to a strange person.

Dread fills Johnny’s chest his brain flashes back to a similar event in his past. An undiscovered pill in a free drink. An outward appearance of selfless kindness, hiding the intentions of selfish cruelty. With the dredging up of that grim beginning to send Johnny into an episode.

Already he start to hallucinate as his breathing quickens, anxiety rapidly rising in his chest. His own mind attacks him, forming evil illusions to spur on his distress. Whispers begin to swirl around with unidentifiable voices coming from all over.

Johnny shakes, his eyes bounce back and forth in terror as on top of the quiet murmuring disturbing visuals begins to appear as well. Creeping in from the sides of his vision are long dark shadowy hands. They all stretch from just outside his of view, reaching for his face with sinister intent. They keep getting closer, and closer, till the phantom limbs have nearly completely bloated out his ability to see.

Then it all quickly comes back to him. In one big rush, like a rolling tide. He remembers it all, where he’s at, and how he came back to be here. Stella, Grace, the crash, the party, last nights dinner at the fast food joint, going to bed, it’s all their.

There is no need to worry it’s okay, he’s safe, no one is going to hurt him. Johnny quickly takes a minute to calm himself down. Taking deep long inhales, and exhales those claws of shadows retreat from his sight, and the whispers die down. With him just nearly avoiding one of his hallucinations Johnny breathes a sigh of relief.

Now just lying their in the quiet of the room Johnny ponders if he should just go back to sleep. It is a really comfy bed, and being in Grace’s embrace is... nice even if he feels a bit awkward even having such a thought. Like he’s known her only about half a days, and some how he’s already ended up in bed with her. The strangest part being the sex that usually is a guaranteed perquisite for such a thing to happen, was left out.

A yawn then makes Johnny settle on staying in, it’s not like he really has anywhere to go, or anything to do after all. Even if he did he doesn’t think he can really leave the bed without waking Gracelyn. She’s snoring rather peacefully too, so Johnny would feel bad if he woke her. Lord knows he knows how crappy it is to not get a full sleep, park benches don’t exactly come with do not disturb signs. Most of them actually come with police women who come up, and tell you to “move along” just when you’re about to get in a good nap.

So snuggling up close to Grace he wriggles back a bit to press himself even more into her warm embrace. Yet as he does Johnny realizes the presence of some something rather sticky in his underwear.

“Oh no.” Johnny whispers under his breath, a pit in his stomach.

The dream, he didn’t did he? Reaching his uninjured hand down, and slipping under his gown he groans as upon touching the front of his panties he feels they’ve been entirely soaked in cum. Carefully lifting up the blanket, an inch or two to see the extent of the damage, Johnny mouths a curse as he sees the mess. Not only did he soak the panties, but also the dress of the night gown, the mattress cover, and even the blanket!

Seriously this has to happen when he’s actually sleeping some where decent, and just look at how much their is, it’s a a complete mess! Johnny grinds his teeth, what the heck is he going to do? He has to clean this some how, with out any one finding outs. Besides it just being down right embarrassing. He’s been treated like a damsel in distress enough already, he doesn’t need Grace, and Stella discovering he had an adult accident in bed as well!

If they find out they’ll think he’s completely, inept and hopeless! No doubt the two of them will treat Johnny like he needs constant watching. Believing he is totally incapable of taking care of himself. Which sure that is kind of true given his current status as an unemployed vagrant with a badly injured arm, but he doesn’t need to be straight up babied!

Then another terrible thought crosses Johnny’s mind what if they get the impression he’s some sort of addicted sex freak. Or worse a prostitute. Being plucked right off the street after the accident, the thought must have crossed Stella, and Grace’s mind at least once. Then there’s the money Ashlyn gave him.

While he did mange to convince Grace, Ashlyn bestowed him the large sum of cash out of the goodness of her heart, thanks to Ashlyn playing along when pressed on the matter. Something like this may make Grace re-examine that whole incident. What if she confronts Ashlyn again, what if Ashlyn breaks this time? What if she tells Grace about those lewd photos she took of him in exchange for the money??? Then they really would think he’s a prostitute!

Successfully working himself up in to a tissy with his over thinking, Johnny decides he has to do something. He’ll not just lay down, and accept this misfortune befalling him! Yet just as he’s about to take action Grace stirs a little bit.

“Zzzzzzz yes it is quiet chilly out today we should warm up zzzzzzz....” She mumbles apparently conversing with some one in dream land.

Unfortunately for Johnny whatever scene that is playing in her head has her body unconsciously tighten the embrace she has around Johnny.

“Argh r-really?” Johnny winces as Grace squeezes him like a teddy bear, her holding him so tightly now that there’s no possible way he can slip out of her grip with out waking her up.

His blood then runs completely cold as on top of Grace locking down his ability to move she also starts to feel up his defenseless body. Snoozing along, completely unaware of what she’s doing Grace’s hands slowly, and adeptly work their way under Johnny’s clothes.

Pulling aside cloth, and silk they expertly move any obstacles out their way by sense of touch alone. Them navigating over Johnny’s body while still keeping a firm grasp to make sure he can’t run. Johnny’s mouth hangs open with shock the whole time as this is going on, His eyes rapidly blinking with disbelief. J-just what kind of dream is this woman having??? This is down right ridiculous! Yet unbelievable as it seems, this is indeed happening.

Appearing to be gunning for as much skin to skin, contact as they can get, Grace’s hands dive into his clothes. With Grace’s left arm shooting down the top of the Johnny’s nightgown, while other slips up under the bottom of the skirt.

Her now getting at his bare flesh Johnny bites down hard on his lower lip in order to not try to make a sound as Grace explores under his clothes. Her left hand occupies its self by targeting his chest, while the right goes after his thighs. Kneading, rubbing, and some how even pinching, Johnny struggles to endure Grace’s **** on his body in silence. It’s not an easy task though. As Grace’s attack is both teasing, and relentless.

The fingers of her left hand some how even finding were his nipples are. Then after identifying what the two nubs are, her fingers then starting to roughly tug, and pull at Johnny’s nipples. This resulting in small sharp, jolts of pain that radiate from his tits, reverberating through out his chest. The sensation making him twitch around in Grace’s hold.

Good lord Johnny has heard of sleep walking but sleep groping, how in the world is she not awake while doing all of this? Johnny endures the **** of his nipples with gritted teeth.With this unpleasant bullying of his poor nips just going on, and on.

By the sixth minute Johnny can barely stand it, him having to cover his own mouth with his good arm just to keep himself from crying out. As Grace keeps on twisting, and pulling at his nipples with no mercy. Them feeling quiet raw, and sore at this point. Yet this pain suddenly becomes Johnny’s secondary concern as he then feels Grace’s other hand start to trail upwards.

“Oh please nonononononono.” Johnny begs quietly, as the sleeping Grace’s fingers begins to move up from his legs to towards his cock.

Before he can make an attempt to stop her, Grace’s hand is at his panties. Her hand digging into the front pouch, he squeals through his hand as she’s grabs, and fondles his cock. Johnny groans again, him feeling frustrated as his situation has just gone from bad to worse.

With Grace’s fingers now stained with Johnny’s jizz just like the bed, this presents an entirely new problem for Johnny. Now even if he’s able to some how get himself, his clothes, and the bed clean with out anyone noticing, he’ll have to clean up Grace too.

Something that seems like a complete impossibility with out him being caught. Wracking his brain to try to think up some sort of plan, Johnny’s thoughts are then interrupted by a sound.

knock knock

And just like that a worse situation has gone nuclear. With the the loud knock at the door to the room waking Grace from her slumber. She quickly sits up on the bed, rubbing her eyes groggily with her left hand. The drowsy woman seeming to be completely oblivious to where her hands just were, or what she was doing while she was dozing.

Johnny’s heart sinks to the bottom of his stomach. Him sure that he is completely screwed now. The only course of action seeming to be left available is for him to pray to whatever deity might be listening from high above.

“Grace are you, and Johnny awake yet I took the liberty of getting from breakfast from the hotel dinner.” Says Stella, her calling through the door as she stands their with a big tray of food.

“Coming my lady, coming.” Grace calls back her letting go of the embrace she has on Johnny as she slips out from under the covers onto her feet.

The butler still quiet sleepy suppresses a yawn with a hand while she makes her way over to the door. She walks on slightly wobbly feet, brain, and body obviously not completely awake with her nearly tripping over herself as she walks along.

A rare display of clumsiness to Johnny as since he’s meet her Grace constantly appears to always be poised, and well put together no matter the situation. It kind of demystify her in a way. That despite that cool feminine exterior, underneath that perfectly crafted demeanor of professionalism she’s still just a normal person.

As Grace starts to converse with Stella at the door, Johnny takes this opportunity to make a dash towards the bathroom. A small voice in the back of his mind telling him he can’t give up yet. In such hurry to hide away he completely forgets about his injury.

With Johnny accidentally inducing a hot stinging sensation from his bad arm. Him jostling it around to much as he tries to zip out of sight from Stella, and Grace. Resolving to baring the pain though, through gritted teeth Johnny doesn’t so much as slow down or make a peep as he speeds along on his tip toes. Him quickly locking the door behind himself as he reaches the bathroom.

Now safe for the moment he catches his breathe before then making his way over to the sink. With his uninjured arm he quickly, but still carefully to avoid any unnecessary pain strips off his nightwear. The gown, bra, and. panties are thoughtlessly tossed to floor at his feet while he then turns the sink handle, and begins to run water from the faucet.

Striding over to the bath towel hanging near the tub, and shower, Johnny quickly comes back to the sink to start splashing water on his crotch. Him using the towel to vigorously scrub away all of the cum.

He gives his clothes the same treatment. Running the panties under the water, as well the skit of the night gown before trying to get out the stains, and dry off the damp cloth with the towel.

After minute or two all the spunk is mostly gone, with Johnny giving a satisfied look at himself, and the clothes in the mirror as he finally finishes. He does kind of feel a little bit bad about using the same seemingly expensive bath towel for such task. Him realizing he probably should’ve just used the readily available toilet paper instead.

However he can’t really be blamed he was in pure fight or flight mode in that moment, the only concern on his mind was getting rid of the evidence of his mistake. With of course the most concerning bit of evidence still on Grace’s hand, and tainting the bed.

Yet just as Johnny was brain storming some sort of idea of how get rid those to last liabilities he hears the door to the hotel room shut. It seeming that Grace, and Stella have finally finished their discussion. At once Johnny re-dresses himself, tidies up his clothes, and puts the towel back in its place. Him taking a few seconds to straighten it out as best he can in a attempt to make it hasn’t been moved.

Johnny then takes a deep breathe, and taking hold of the door knob to restroom puts on a casual face. Him hoping that if he keeps nonchalant Grace, and Stella won’t notice anything is amiss as he slowly opens the door.