Chapter 1

My wife and I work different shifts. I own and manage, a very successful nightclub on the upscale side of town. She is a junior executive for a national advertising firm headquartered here in this city. We have been married for five years and have one child, a son, who was born last year.

Our work schedules are such that we don't need full-time day care for, our son. Since I work into the wee hours of the morning, usually getting home around 3 a.m., I find it difficult to get up early everyday to take care of Justin when my wife leaves for work at 7:30. We solved this problem by hiring a woman to watch the baby from the time my wife goes to work until about ten in the morning when I wake up. Then I would watch Justin until my wife came home. I would leave for the club around 7 or 8 p.m.

This arrangement worked fine until Mrs. Dawson informed us that she would be unavailable for six weeks because she was going into the hospital for surgery and would not be physically able to take care of the baby while she was recuperating. At first, Lucy (my wife) and I were worried. Mrs. Dawson had only given us two weeks notice, and we weren't sure we'd be able to find a substitute so quickly. Then it occurred to us that Mrs. Dawson would be entering the hospital at the beginning of summer, and we might be able to find a responsible high school or college student to fill in for Mrs. Dawson. We posted notices on bulletin boards at various places in the neighborhood advertising the job opening. Over the next few days, we received several inquiries.

Lucy and I interviewed several candidates for the job and quickly rejected them: some were too young (11 or 12); and, some were just too immature despite their age. Neither my wife nor I wanted to leave Justin in the hands of someone who was not 100% responsible. We were about to give up hope about finding someone until we found Linda.

Linda was a beautiful, 14-year-old Korean girl whose father owned a grocery store in the shopping village near our home. Linda was strikingly beautiful. She was tiny, just barely 5 feet tall. But she had long, black, silky hair, and dark-brown, almond-shaped eyes. Her slightly tanned skin covered a petite frame that was well-proportioned. Her breasts, while small, were developed enough already to create an curve that was hidden under her pretty, pink cotton blouse. She had a cute, little round bottom in her not-too-tight khaki shorts. God, she was gorgeous. I tried hard not to let my eyes pop out of my head when she first walked in for her interview.

What impressed Lucy and I the most about Linda was her maturity and intelligence. Her answers to our questions pleased us, especially when we asked her what she would do in an emergency situation. It was obvious she had been raised in the finest Asian tradition. She was very polite and respectful, calling us "Mr. Moore" or "Mrs. Moore", or more often, "Sir" or "Ma'am."

We learned from talking to her that her mother had died when she was young, and that her father had raised her and her twin sister since they were 4 years old. (Was it possible there was another girl who was just as beautiful as Linda?) She moved to the United States with her father and sister just a few years ago, and she spoke English very well - so well, in fact, that her refusal to use slang, contractions or incorrect grammar made her English sound funny at times.

We hired her on the spot, and told her she would start on the following Monday. She was very happy with the news and she almost, but not quite, started to bow to us in appreciation. We were relieved and delighted to have found her. Not only was I sure we had found someone capable and trustworthy to take care of Justin, but she sure would be a welcome sight to wake up to early in the morning.

During her first week working for us, she proved to be just as responsible as we knew she would be. She arrived promptly at 7 a.m. every morning to take over the duty of caring for Justin while Lucy finished getting ready for work. Lucy would leave the house at 7:30, and Linda would take care of the baby while I slept. I would set my alarm for 10, take a shower, shave, get dressed, and relieve Linda around 11 o'clock. By the end of the week, my appreciation for Linda grew and grew.

Not only was it obvious that she was dutifully caring for Justin, but she had also begun to put Justin down for a nap around 10:00, then make coffee and prepare breakfast for me which was always ready when I came down from upstairs to the kitchen. She would sit across from me at the dining room table and we'd talk until I was finished eating. While she was somewhat quiet and reserved, she had a way of melting me with those beautiful, dark-almond eyes that never stopped looking at my face. If anyone else had sat across from me looking at me while I ate, it might have been annoying. But Linda was so pretty, I could not help but look right back at her and smile. Sometimes, I would look at her so intensely, she would blush.

The following Monday night, there was a problem at the club that kept me from coming home until 5 in the morning. I was tired, needed sleep, and knew I'd sleep soundly after such a grueling evening I had just put in. Afraid I might sleep through the alarm or hit the snooze button once too often, I left a note for Linda and taped it to the refrigerator. "Linda, if I am not awake by 10:15, please wake me up. Knock loudly. Thanks, Mr. Moore." Then, upstairs I went, undressed, climbed into bed next to Lucy, and fell fast asleep.

The next thing I remember, someone was shaking me and calling my name. "Mr. Moore... Mr. Moore? It is time to wake up, Mr. Moore!" From my deep sleep, I began to realize that I was being jostled by someone and opened my eyes to see Linda standing over me, trying to stir me. "Mr. Moore," she said, "it is almost 10:30. I have been knocking on the door, but you did not answer. You must be very tired. You do not even hear your alarm clock." She was right. I hadn't. The clock-radio was still playing. When I'm tired, I am a deep sleeper. "I brought you a cup of coffee," Linda said, reaching for the mug she had set on the dresser. Handing it to me, she said, "Here is the coffee. I will go now to make you some breakfast. Does this please you, sir?" "Thank you, Linda," I said, as she was leaving the room. "That's very nice of you."

Sitting up to take a sip of coffee, I suddenly realized that beneath the sheet that was covering me was a very hard morning erection. Morning erections, of course, are nothing new to me, especially since my wife and I work different shifts and don't have sex as often as we'd like during the week. We make up for it on the weekends, but quite often during the work week, we go several days without sex, except for the occasional quickie. So, it wasn't unusual to find myself waking up with a usual case of morning wood.

It occurred to me as, I drank the coffee, that with the way I had been lying when Lynda woke me up, that she must surely have seen the pup-tent my cock was making out of the sheet that covered my nude body. How could she have missed it? My cock, when fully erect, is just a bit above average in length, around 7 inches or so, but it does stand straight up, almost perpendicular from my body, when I'm laying down. What must Linda have thought as she spied my raging hard-on pushing up the sheet? At first, I was embarrassed at the thought of Linda seeing my stiff dick poking up the sheet as she stood there trying to wake me. But then, I began to wonder what her reaction was. Was she scared, embarrassed, or was she curious?

I headed for the shower and began to soap my body. When my lathered hands reached my groin, my cock was still as hard as could be. I began to stroke it under the spray of the shower, rubbing it, letting my fingers travel up and down the entire length. In my mind, I pictured Linda walking into the bedroom and seeing my erection standing up under the sheet. I imagined her slightly slanted eyes widen with fascination at the sight of a man's hard dick under the covers. I was curious to know if she was tempted to pull the sheet back to expose me. I wondered what she would have done if I had not been covered by the sheet when she walked in and saw my erection standing at attention. Would she blush with embarrassment or excitement or would she be frightened?

My mental visions of her reactions to viewing my dick made me pump my erect cock even faster until I shot semen all over the shower wall. While my horniness was temporarily satisfied, my curiosity wasn't. I began to wonder what Linda would do if she actually had the chance to see a grown man's cock, stiff and erect, in open view. I was determined to find out.

Though I returned home the usual time the next morning, I again left my wake-up message for Linda on the refrigerator door. Only this time, I set my alarm for 9:45 so I would be awake when she came in to the bedroom to "wake" me up. The clock-radio went off on time, and I could hear Linda moving about downstairs. As usual, my cock was standing up in its morning condition. I laid there stroking my cock ever so slowly, listening to Linda's movements through the floorboards. Shortly after 10 o'clock, I could hear Linda coming upstairs, heading for Justin's room. She must be putting him in his crib for a morning nap. As time passed, I continued sliding my fingers up and down my swollen dick. In a little while, I could hear Linda's footsteps coming down the hall toward the bedroom. Quickly, I covered my erection partially, leaving the head of my cock clearly visible.

There was a knock on the door. Then another. I didn't respond. Then there was another knock, only louder. I laid very still, trying to control my breathing, my eyes shut tight. Then I heard the doorknob begin to turn. Linda was coming in. Slowly, the door began to open. I heard Linda gasp softly. She must have laid her eyes on the head of my dick, exposed from under the sheet. For minutes, there was no movement and no sound. Linda must have stood at the door, looking at the head of my cock peeking out from under the sheet. Probably she had no idea what to do next. Silence filled the room as I laid there, wondering what her face looked like while she stood there gazing at my hard-on from a distance of ten feet or so.

Then I heard her move towards the bed. I assumed she would proceed to cover my exposed glans before she woke me up. I was half-right. She did reach for the sheet. But instead of pulling the sheet up and over my dick, she pulled the sheet down to completely uncover my cock. For a full minute, she must have stood there, holding the sheet up, staring at my stiff, naked penis. Very slowly, I opened one eye just a little bit to peek at her. For just a second, I could see her gawking at my erect cock standing up and away from my body. Then she turned her head as if she were going to look at my face and I shut my partially open eye.

Eventually, she pulled the sheet up and over my dick before starting to "wake" me. She told me that she had coffee and breakfast waiting for me downstairs, then she left. I now knew that she was curious about my cock and I was sure she would become more interested as time went by and she began to feel more comfortable. When I went downstairs after taking a shower and getting dressed, she acted normal just as she had done the day before. There was no indication that she had seen anything "out of the ordinary" only minutes before.

The next morning, I decided to get up on time; concerned that she might become suspicious if the same situation occurred too many mornings in a row. But on Friday morning, I was ready to raise the ante a little bit. And I soon discovered she was about to do the same. On Friday, I didn't leave my usual "Wake Me Up" message on the refrigerator, choosing instead to see if Linda would take it upon herself to wake me up. As usual, I was awake before 10, and started listening to Linda's routine movements around the house. As she usually did, she laid Justin down for a nap shortly after 10, then headed for my room. This time, I was lying on the bed, dick erect, totally uncovered. I had let the covers fall to the floor at the foot of the bed. There I was, totally nude, with my hard cock and my balls exposed, waiting as Linda approached the door.

Then I heard a very soft knock, softer than usual, on the bedroom door. Instead of hearing the usual increasingly louder knocks follow, I heard the doorknob turn. The door opened ever so slowly, and I heard Linda gasp quite audibly this time. Within a few seconds, I became aware that she had backed up, walked out and closed the door. Shit, I thought to myself. Now I had done it. I scared her away. She apparently wasn't prepared to see me lying there totally nude. I started to get up and out of bed, but noticed that the light on the telephone on my nightstand was lit which indicated that someone was on the phone. Curious, I pushed the speakerphone button to listen to the call. I heard the sound of a phone ringing on the line, followed by someone picking up the phone.

"Hello," said a young girl's voice. Then I heard Linda's voice. "Cindy, hurry up and get over to the Moore's house right away." I knew in an instant Linda was talking to her twin sister. "Why? What's wrong?" asked Cindy. "Is there something wrong with the baby?" "I don't have time to explain," replied Linda. "Just get here quick." And with that, Linda hung up. Anticipating what might happen next, but not being too sure, I remained in bed, stroking my hard cock, listening to the sounds coming from downstairs. I determined that Linda was pacing around in the living room, going over to the window occasionally. Then I heard Linda come up the stairs and down the hall very quietly. I let go of my dick and laid there still, pretending to be asleep. Again, I heard the bedroom door open slightly and very quietly, only to hear it close again. Linda went back downstairs.

In a few minutes, I heard the doorbell ring. Linda opened the door and I could hear quiet murmuring coming from downstairs. Cindy had obviously arrived, and Linda must have been telling her what she had "discovered" upstairs. After a few more minutes, I could hear the sound of footsteps approaching my room. Then the sound of the door quietly opening could be heard as I tried very hard to control the excitement of knowing that these two young teen girls were about to look at my erect penis.

I knew the door had opened enough for them to see me when I heard a very soft "Oh my God!" escape from Cindy's mouth. "You are right!" whispered Cindy. "His penis is erect!" "It is as I told you before," Linda replied softly, "his penis is very erect every morning when I wake him." "It is SOOO big!" said Cindy. "Look at how it stands straight up." "Shhh," Linda warned her sister. "Don't wake him up. Come, let us get a closer look at his penis while he is asleep." Their obvious fascination with my cock excited me beyond belief. My heart was pounding, and it was hard work to control my breathing as I listened to them talking in their overly-correct English about my erection. I could hear the twins tiptoe ever so cautiously toward the side of the bed until they were standing right next to where I was lying. For several minutes, I could only hear the sound of their breathing as they stood silently by the bed, looking at my cock. Then Cindy's voice broke the silence.

"His penis looks so big and hard. It must be very stiff and full of firmness," she commented quietly to her sister. "Yes, it is quite large and ample, is it not?" replied Linda. I was flattered that the girls thought I was well-endowed though I knew better. I decided to give them a little show. When the room grew quiet again, I flexed my pubis muscle and made my cock twitch for the girls. For a few seconds, I detected the sound of the girls backing up when they saw my dick jump. Then I heard them both suppressing teenaged giggles. "Did you see that?" asked Cindy. "What caused his penis to move like that?" Linda must have paused for a few seconds to come up with an explanation. Then she spoke. "Perhaps he is having a sex dream. Maybe he dreams of his wife who has a pretty face and very ample bosoms," she offered.

I flexed my cock again which brought more girlish giggles from the young teens. "Will his penis leak its fluid like we learned in our sexual education class at school?" Cindy wanted to know. "I should like to see such a thing." "I do not know," replied her sister, "but you must now leave. You are not supposed to be here, and I do not want him to wake up to find you standing here looking at his organ." "But you stand here looking at his penis," Cindy protested. "I must cover him soon so that I may wake him," Linda said, "you must leave. Come, I will walk you to the door." And then they quietly departed. I could hear the girls walk back downstairs. They talk a little longer though I could not hear what they were saying. Soon, I heard the front door open and close, signaling to me that Cindy had left, and that Linda would soon return to my room to cover me up and then awaken me.

Sure enough, I heard Linda enter the bedroom as I continued pretending to be asleep. I heard her go to the foot of the bed and retrieve the covers I had kicked to the floor. I could tell she was pulling the covers up over me, but right before she set them down on top of me, she paused. A few seconds passed while Linda hesitated placing the covers on me. I had no idea what she was doing. And then it happened. I felt the sensation of her thumb and forefinger squeeze my cock, right below the head. I was so unprepared for that, I nearly groaned when I felt her fingertips touch my dick. She only squeezed my erection for a few seconds, but the electrical pulses that shot through my body for those precious moments were exquisite. She released her hold on my cock as quickly as she had grabbed it, then proceeded to finish covering me before "waking" me up.

In short time, I was in the shower, jerking off. It took less than a minute for me to spray my load all over the wall of the shower. Just thinking about them looking at my cock and discussing it had turned me on tremendously. But the memories of the sensation of Linda's tiny little fingers squeezing my dick took me over the edge to a powerful orgasm. I had to see if I could take this to a higher level. The weekend came and went, and I couldn't wait until Monday. I was anxious to see if I could induce Linda to see or touch my cock again, but this time, I wanted to be "awake" to see her reaction. I concocted a little scheme to give her a reason to take a peek at my dick while my eyes were wide open. I took a little bit of my wife's rouge, and rubbed it into my upper thighs, right at the point at which my legs and crotch met. That morning, I let Linda "wake" me up; this time I made sure I didn't have an erection when I "woke up."

"Good morning," said Linda cheerfully. "Time to wake up. How is Mr. Moore today?" she asked sincerely. "Mr. Moore is going crazy," I replied. "Mr. Moore has a rash that itches and burns." "A rash?" Linda asked. "Yeah, I've got some kind of heat rash or something," I told her. Then I paused, looked at her as though I was embarrassed, and continued. "And it's in a... sort of... private place. You know... down there," I told her, indicating my crotch hidden by the sheet. With that information, Linda perked up. "Oh?" she said, looking in the direction my finger was pointing, right at my crotch.

There were a few seconds of silence as Linda stood there looking, seemingly wondering what to do or say at this news. Then she spoke. "It must be painful in your... private place... to have such a rash." She paused as though she wasn't sure what to say next. "Is this rash large in size?" she finally asked. That was my cue. "Not too large," I told her. "Here. Look" And with that, I pulled the sheet up to show her my upper thigh. I brought the sheet up high enough for her to see my entire leg. The sheet just barely covered my balls as I let her see the deep scarlet "rash" that appeared right at the juncture of my leg and torso.

Though the rash was phony, it did look sore. And Linda reacted with a pained wince on her face. "There must be much pain there," she said. "Your private place must hurt from such a rash." Again, she paused. "Is this rash not also on the other leg?" I readjusted the sheets to show her the other leg, and sure enough, the rash was there, too. Linda looked at the "rash" and gave me a look of sympathy at seeing such a bad place for my "affliction." After a short time, she said, "Might there be anything I can do to help relieve such a rash?" Of course, there is, I thought. "There is some ointment on the dresser that might soothe it," I said, pointing to some of my wife's hand creme. Linda walked over to the dresser to retrieve the container sitting there and brought it back.

She hesitated. "Do you want me to put this ingredient on the rash?" she asked. "Well... uh... okay. That would be good. But first, would you go to the bathroom and getting a hand towel so I can cover myself?" I asked her. "I will do that," she said, getting up to go down the hall to the bathroom to get the towel. When she returned, she handed me the towel. Reaching under the sheet, I placed the towel over my crotch, then I pulled the sheet off of me to reveal my nude body, except for the towel which covered my crotch. Linda blushed as she saw me almost totally naked in front of her. I laid back on the bed, adjusting the hand towel over my crotch so that the pointed corner of the towel draped down over my balls.