I finally got a chance to go out for a night and I grabbed it with both hands. I was on to the sitter and had her hired in an instant. Karen was a good kid. She got on fine with my two little brats, keeping them in order, which isn't always the easiest thing to do. I even managed to persuade her to stay overnight as I didn't know how long I'd be gone. Quite late if I had my way.
Karen turned up and I helped put the kids to bed and then I was gone, running for the hills before they got out of bed. And they would get out of bed. That was a dead certainty, pushing the limits and seeing if Karen really meant it when she said don't get out of bed. I wished her luck but they were now her problem.
So I went out and enjoyed myself. I won't go into details but it was a good night. Spoiled a little just as I was heading homeward by that idiot, Joey. The fool never could tell when he's had enough. He always has to have just one more. We left the nightclub and Joey welcomed the fresh air by throwing up. Unfortunately, he threw up over me. I shoved him in a taxi and told the cabbie to take him away and went home myself.
Jeez, I reeked. When I got home all the lights were off and everyone was sleeping. I headed straight to the master bedroom and the en suite. I stripped, dumped everything in the laundry basket, cursed Joey, and had a hot shower, finally removing the pong. Then I hit the bed, expecting to sleep through the night.
I got in about an hour's sleep when I was woken by two little problems, a full bladder and a dry throat. Emptying the bladder took priority. Anyone who has something to drink while wanting to piss is an idiot. You'll find yourself leaking before the drink is finished. With the bladder empty I strolled down to the kitchen to get a drink of water.
I poured some water and skulled it down. While drinking it I heard a noise that sounded like, "Eep," and turned around to see what was going on. Karen was standing there looking astonished and slightly horrified. She was also blushing quite hard, although I wasn't sure why. True she had on a lacy nightie that barely covered her tush, but it did seem adequately covered. It also registered on me that Karen was a lot more mature that I remembered, as she certainly filled out that nightie nicely. Thinking about how long she'd been sitting for me it dawned on me that she was eighteen or nineteen now. Time sure passes quickly.
Now when you look at a pretty young thing in a nightie in the middle of the night don't be too surprised if you get an erection. I certainly did. The fact that my erection sprang free, standing tall and proud, made me remember something else. I'd had my shower and gone to bed as is, you might say. When I got up for my drink it hadn't occurred to me that it might be a good idea to put pyjamas on, so I hadn't. Karen was now getting an eyeful.
I very succinctly expressed an apology.
"Well, damn," was what I said.
Karen, still blushing something fierce, seemed to be waving her hands about for some reason. "Ah, you're naked," she managed to say.
"Um, yes, I had noticed," I admitted. "I wasn't exactly expecting company at this time of the night, though you're quite welcome."
"Ah, um," she mumbled with more hand waving. Her eyes seemed to be drawn to a specific part of my anatomy.
"Oh, you noticed that," I said, trying to sound blasé about flashing her. "Don't worry about it. These things happen. That's why men wear trousers. If it's any consolation it won't try and jump you. It's fastened on."
"I know that," she said, sounding slightly insulted. "It's just that I've never, ah, that is, um, I don't, ah. . ." Her voice trailed away with more blushes.
"You're trying to say you've never seen one up close and personal?" I guessed. "Well, here's your chance. You can even touch it if you like. I won't mind."
"Touch it?" she said in a half-scream. "Oh, I couldn't."
"Why not? It'll help you in your education. When your boyfriend whips his out you won't be so shocked and you'll know what one feels like. It's not as though I'm going to try to seduce you."
That upset her a little although she tried to hide it. She was a little shocked that I'd suggested that she touch me so personally, but also a little annoyed that I didn't want to seduce her. I could practically here her thinking 'why not?' Not that she wanted to be seduced. It was more a case she wanted to feel as if she was worth seducing.
She bit her lip and then shook her head.
"I couldn't. I just couldn't."
I strolled closer to her, her eyes seeming to get bigger the nearer I got. I took her hand and wrapped it around my erection.
