Another quickie I pushed out today.

I hope you enjoy the scene. Thanks for reading.

Ricky – Cambs, UK – 9th September 2019

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“Good morning!”

Her enthusiastic greeting jolted me from sleep. Bleary and confused, I asked, “What time is it?”

“Time to get up,” Mrs Spencer replied. “Come along,” she added, tugging at the bedding.

I clutched at the blanket and sheet. “It’s all right,” I said. “I’m awake. I’ll get up in a minute.”

“It’s your first day,” insisted Mrs Spencer as we tussled with the covers.

I’d slept naked and was worried about my landlady seeing me nude. Then, as the farcical tug-o-war continued, Mrs Spencer’s dressing gown slipped open to reveal she was bare beneath it. I had a quick glance at skin I had no business seeing before Mrs Spencer let go of the bedcovers to tug the gown around her body.

“Naughty boy,” she said through a grin. “I saw you looking.”

The heat rose in my face. “I didn’t mean to,” I said, desperate for her to understand. I’d been a lodger in the house for only two days, and I felt it was important that Mrs Spencer had a good opinion of me.

Mrs Spencer rolled her eyes. “I know,” she said. “I was only k**ding.”

“Oh,” I muttered, embarrassed.

“So, come on. Let’s have you up and out of that bed.”

Before I could react, distracted by the awkward encounter with Mrs Spencer’s dressing gown, my fingers loose on the covers, Mrs Spencer grabbed at the sheet and blanket again, whipping them down.

I cried out in alarm while Mrs Spencer blurted, “Oh, Sammy, you’re naked!”

I scrambled to hide my dick and reach for the sheet. “Mrs Spencer, please,” I gasped.

“No-no,” it’s all right,” she said. “Don’t you worry. It’s nothing, Sammy.”

It was something to me. Mortified to have her find me that way, I gasped out a desperate, “I’ll get up in a minute.”

“Don’t be silly,” Mrs Spencer said as she pulled the covers away from my grasping fingers. “I’m here now. I’ve seen you. There’s no need to be shy.”

“No, Mrs Spencer, please…”

“I’ve seen a cock before,” Mrs Spencer said, casual, like it was no big deal. “Yours isn’t the first.”

Appalled, I tried to wrestle the covers away from Mrs Spencer.

“But,” Mrs Spencer continued, “I have to say it’s quite a nice one, Sammy.”

I gawked at her, shocked by her bold remark.

Next, as though she was asking for something as innocent as a look at a pair of shoes in a shop, Mrs Spencer said, “Couldn’t I just have a look?”

I was nineteen. Inexperienced. Especially in the company of an older lady. “Mrs Spencer,” I said, stunned. I didn’t say anything beyond her name. My mind was awhirl. Full of confusion.

“Just a look,” she said, sighing it out.

Too surprised to resist, I sat there while Mrs Spencer gently pushed my shoulder to ease me back onto the bed. Again, compliant as a kitten, I watched as she took hold of my wrist and moved my hand away from my cock.