Scrub-a-dub-dub

Alex fills the tub, strips, and lowers himself in the relaxing, warm water. He smiles as he reflects on how lucky he is to not only have landed this apprenticeship, but also connected with such a nice family. Mr. Murphy seems to be nice enough, and Mrs. Murphy is an absolute sweetheart! Having her mother him the way she has really helps ease any feelings of homesickness he might otherwise develop.

And then there’s Elaine.... He grins as he pictures her in his mind. Granted, he hasn’t gotten to know her real well yet, but if nothing else, he likes the idea of sitting across from her at the dinner table every day. He pictures her face, with its delicate features, and he feels a warmth in his chest as he does.

He pictures her as she was working in the kitchen. Such a nice-looking body, too! When she bent over to pull the pie out of oven, Alex got a nice view of her shapely backside, and he wouldn’t have minded just staring at that sight for the rest of the night!

In the warmth of the water, his body relaxes, and he feels the day’s tension escaping throughout his body. Everywhere, that is, except between his legs. As he thinks of Elaine, his prick begins to stir. Without conscious thought, his hand moves between his legs. As he slowly strokes his growing cock, his thoughts about Elaine take a decidedly-erotic direction.

“That was so nice of her to offer to take the morning shift in the bathroom,” he thinks. “Just imagine! In just a few hours, she’ll be right here where I am.... Naked.... Wet.... ****....”

His stroking speeds up as he tries to picture her in the tub, leisurely scrubbing her long, glistening legs, making them slick, soapy, and magnificent.

Alex’s imagination is somewhat hampered by the fact that he has not actually seen a naked woman. The closest he has gotten has been fleeting glances of his mother in various stages of undress over the years. Through that, he has put together a reasonably-accurate jigsaw puzzle in his mind. While he recognizes that there are some pieces missing in the picture, he knows enough to know that he will definitely like what he sees when that opportunity finally arises.

Speaking of arising, his cock is now at full length, and the tip is protruding out of the bathwater. Alex shivers a little, and realizes he had better finish with his bath — and with his stroking — pretty soon.

Before he can accomplish either, however, there is a quick knock on the door. It immediately opens, without an opportunity for Alex to answer. Mrs. Murphy comes bustling in, carrying some towels.

“Don’t mind me, Dear,” she says, rushing right past Alex. “I just realized you didn’t have any towels. I’ll just put them right here.”

With a splash, Alex brings his other hand into the water and uses both of them to try to give himself some kind of cover.