| Eventually, Hannah stood. "Come on, Jack, I'll show you your room."
The room was dominated by the bed, with its big bright comforter spread across it. Hannah gestured. "I sometimes have couples staying. They need the big bed. You'll have plenty of room, Jack."
Aye, I would, I thought, but I thought too that I'd rather have less space, and Hannah Gilroy beside me in it. "It's fine, Hannah. Thank you for letting me stay."
"You're welcome, Jack. I'll see you in the morning. Get up when you're ready, for I'll probably be out seeing to the pigs and chickens. Goodnight, Jack Riley."
"Goodnight, Hannah, and thank you again."
She smiled and went out, closing the door behind her. She'd left me a candle and I undressed quickly. I didn't want to take the chance that my clothes might dirty the bedding, so I stripped naked, gave myself a quick allover wash from the jug and bowl on the dresser, blew out the candle and slipped between the crisp, fresh sheets. I lay for a while, just staring into the darkness, trying to imagine what Hannah Gilroy might look like naked. She looked lovely clothed, and I didn't doubt for a moment that she'd be equally lovely naked, without a stitch of clothing, and that blond hair loose about her shoulders. It felt a little wrong, but my mind moved from Hannah to Mary, thinking of her naked, too, and the thought of them both was lovely to me. Aye, and exciting me, too.
Of course, such thoughts didn't help my pecker any, for it sure as heck wasn't going to stay soft. And it hadn't, for it was as hard as I'd ever felt it. Truth to tell, I felt hornier than I could ever remember, too. I took a gentle hold of my pecker and started to take myself off. I paused, thinking of Hannah's clean sheets. There was an old shirt in my pack, one I'd used for dirty jobs. Even washed, it was still a sorry excuse for a shirt, so I grabbed it, ripped off a sleeve, and held it ready to collect my seed. My hand went around my pecker again and I took myself off on the journey to climax. |
