An afternoon with the maid_(0)

It was a hot balmy afternoon right in the middle of summer. I had just come back from High School to find that there was no one at home except Sally, our live-in maid. Mom was away at work and Jessica, my baby sister was anyway away visiting our cousins.

I dumped my bag in a corner of my room and decided I needed a shower to freshen up after soccer practice which had left me pleasantly tired. I yelled out to Sally downstairs to pour some chilled juice for me which I planned to gulp down after my shower.

I stripped off and entered the shower stall. I turned the force of the shower up to max and enjoyed the needles of the water-spray hitting my back. It was like a body massage for my aching muscles. I turned around and tried to move the showerhead downwards to hit my tummy and chest. As I was manipulating it into the right place, the water-spray hit my genitals and I shivered. It felt great to feel the needles on my quiescent cock and balls. In seconds, I had a raging hard-on as my cock swelled to its full erect length of 7 ½”. Jeez, the feel of the spray had made my bulbous cock-head swell to a size thicker than usual and turned it purplish pink. My balls shrunk tight upwards in my scrotum as the cold water made them react.

I wasn’t really in the mood to wank off so I continued with my shower, soaping myself thoroughly including my hard-on and my balls. It felt greatly rejuvenating in the shower as it always did after a work-out. I emerged from the shower, still with my cock pointing northwards and just as hard as before, which was somewhat unusual because I didn’t even feel like I wanted to pee. I wrapped a towel around myself with my hard-on making a tent in it. I opened the door of my room and shouted out to Sally once again asking her if she had poured my juice out. There was no answer from her in spite of calling out 3-4 times. This was really weird. As far as I knew, she hadn’t said she was going to step out for anything. I decided to go down to the kitchen to investigate. As I walked down, I tried to will my cock to settle down, “Down boy down”, I said to it in my mind.

As I entered the kitchen, I couldn’t see Sally at all, which was again very weird. I cursed her silently and decided to get my chilled juice from the refrigerator myself. As I stepped behind the counter, I saw her on the floor on her back, eyes closed, hands and legs askew. She wasn’t moving. Shit, I thought, what the hell happened to her. I knelt down and tried to shake her without any response. I felt her pulse at the wrist as we had been taught to do in school. I could feel it easily; it was pretty regular and strong. I put a hand under her nose to feel her breath; I could feel her breath as well as she exhaled. I tried to shake her awake again as I wondered what the hell was the matter with her.