She see's something on my shorts.......

…..you have a blob of liquid or something on your shorts.’ she finishes, pointing at a long white streak of goo that’s down one leg of my shorts.

How the hell did I miss that when I was cleaning up after my wank! Oh Jesus she must have an idea of what it is, I’m trying to think up a convincing sounding fib when Doe does it for me.

‘It’s probably just a squirt from the liquid soap dispenser, it took me a while to get used to them. Stay still for a moment, John.’ she tells me as she fishes around in her pocket for a tissue, then proceeds to wipe the ‘soap’ off my shorts.

Inwardly, I sigh a big sigh indeed of relief. That was close, I don’t even want to think how she may have reacted if she thought I was wanking in her house!

The moment of fear over, I get back on my knees and get back to weeding with Doe, we make small talk and I glance at her boobs and all seems well, until a potential notion hits me; what if she goes to wipe her nose with the same tissue? She thinks its just soap, but if she puts it close to her face there’s no way she could mistake my semens smell for that of soap!

A big part of me says that I’m just being silly and paranoid, but now every time she pauses in the weeding I freak out, wondering if this time she’ll wipe her face, or worst case scenario, her nose. Now I’m spending more time looking at her pocket rather than her cleavage, wondering if there’s some way I could pickpocket it from her. I’ve never pick pocketed before but now I’m thinking hard about how to do it

‘Are you ok John, first you were all red, now you look a little pale.’ she asks, putting her hands on her hips and cocking her head.

Even through my stress, it still strikes me that she looks quite hot in that position, and my brain takes a photo for later, because if she finds out, chances are I won’t be speaking to her again.

‘Yeah, I’m ok Doe, I probably just had one too many alcoholic drinks before I came here.’ I lie, but convincingly I feel.