But the itch spoke with a much louder voice.But the itch spoke with a much louder voice. She knelt by his bed and placed a gentle hand on his arm. Softly she whispered his name into his ear. No response. Dead to the world, as usual. Not that she could blame him. He worked in construction, and that was very hard work indeed. She ran a hand along his arm, feeling the muscles there. Her gaze traveled to the sheet. A sudden, mischevious thought occured to her, one that she wouldn't have even considered in the rational light of day. She grabbed the sheet by one corner, and slowly pulled it down. As she suspected, he wasn't wearing shorts. She gazed in silent wonder at his penis, laying to one side in its black, curly tuft of pubic hair. It was... sizable, as she has always suspected from the everpresent bulge he sported even when wearing loose pants. Hung, to put it crudely. Even before she thought of it, she reached out to touch it. She fondled it gently, feeling its limp weight. Allen remained oblivious, fortunately. If he awoke right now, he'd explode, she thought. Then she banished that thought to the back of her mind, where it belonged. And then all thoughts dissapeared momentarily as his penis began to stiffen in her hand. She jerked back and watched in silent amazement as it grew, slowly, jerkily straightening from its curved position to lay flat and hard against his belly, pulsing slightly. Wow, she thought, gazing upon the magnificent sight. She listened to his breathing for a long moment until she convinced herself he was still asleep. It was as if her need had somehow affected him even in his sleep. |