Miss Lucy enters the room

The room was empty and he found that the bathwater was now cold as ice and grey as dishwater. He scrambled out of the bathtub, shaking with fear and cold. His heart was racing and his thoughts were hazy. Wide-eyed, his gaze darted from corner to corner, trying to find and sign of the strange apparition.

He heard the door open and he spun around, ready to fight or flee. It was the maid, Miss Lucy, holding a towel and looking at him with a worried expression. "Are you alright Sir?" she asked "I was just bringing you a towel and I heard you shout so I came in..."

"I..." Alan gulped, "I thought... I... There was..." his voice petered out. What could he say? That he had fucked and then almost been drowned by a ghost? Normality reasserted itself, "I... I believe I must have fallen asleep in the bath..." he said lamely "I had a strange dream..."

"Oh dear!" said Lucy "You must be terribly tired from your journey." She moved closer and wrapped the warm, fluffy towel across his shoulders. He did not resist as she began to pat him down, gently drying his shaking body off. The closeness and warmth of her body calmed Alan down and he let out a little sigh as he felt her breasts push into his back. Lucy's breath tickled his ear.

"Still... you must have had some dream..." she murmured, lips less than an inch from his earlobe. Alan opened his eyes and realized that the gentle housekeeper was looking down at his cock, which was still in the process of softening. A string of cum hung from the tip...