There was a gentle knock on the door the following day.
I was in bed. Still waking up, it was only 8.30am on a Friday morning. No lectures for me until 10.
"Hi... come in," I said quietly.
"It's not locked."
I watched the handle turn and the door open.
It was Mrs Mortimer evidently 'doing her rounds'.
"Good morning... er sorry I don't know your name."
"Ben," I said.
"Good morning Ben. Sorry but it never came up, unlike other things, last time."
"Do you have my money?" She was straight to the point.
"On the desk," I said pointing from my prone position under the duvet, to the small student table, standard for each room. She came in a couple of steps, leant over and picked up the £10 note under the stapler, from the table top.
"Did you need any assistance this morning while I'm here young man?"
I was sleepy, but as always, randy, early in the day, before the stress of my studies kicked in. I looked up sheepishly.
"Yes," I said "but I don't have any more cash."
"Oh I see. Well you'll just have to fend for yourself then today." She responded.
I thought quickly...
"Oh, unless my piggy bank, has some in it."
It was my pink glazed, clay pig complete with a slot in the top for coins, I had brought it with me to university, to remind me of home, but, it had fast become my source of beer money. It was on the shelf above the desk.
"Better be quick." She responded tucking the note into the breast pocket of her light blue blouse, part of her cleaner's uniform.
I rolled the duvet back. I was wearing an undersized tshirt and briefs. My cock had a semi, but, was not hard. I slipped out of bed and, leant over the desk. Mrs Mortimer stepped back towards the door and watched me. I could not tell if she was admiring the sight of my bottom, or just waiting patiently as I bent over to sort out her money.
I grabbed the crock pig from the shelf and inverted it. Two or three coins clattered onto the table, I shook it and another two fell out. The sound was masked by a couple of my noisy neighbours clanging their doors in the corridor, as they left and went to classes or the refectory. My parents would have been appalled to see me 'shake out my pennies', especially for Mrs Mortimer's services.
"Er... 60 pence...£2 ... .£3.40 and I was nearly through the change." A few more shakes and then it was empty. I studied what was scattered there.
I could sense Mrs Mortimer look away from my backside as she eyed the coins on my desk instead.
"Hmm, not much there either, oh well."
"Do you still want anything today?"
I was counting quickly.
"Well there's five pound sixty."
She pulled out the chair from the desk by the coins and sat down.
"Sorry about the change." I said.
"I am afraid you don't have enough there for my help today. It looks like a DIY jobby today dear. I can't do any more credit."
She glanced at my bedside clock.
"You've got five minutes to knock one out, young man."
"Carry on then dear."
She reached into her cloth bag she had put down by her feet and pulled out a small flask. She picked it up, slipped off the cup and put it on the table. Then unscrewing the stopper and pouring herself some milky coffee, she leant back and folded her arms in front of her. She seemed glad to be able to take the weight off her feet for a short time and take a coffee break.
"Sorry dear but its good to take the weight of my feet and a have a quick coffee, while I'm at work."
I was shaking a little from the excitement. I knelt down on the thin carpet in front of her, in the small space, and, reaching inside my briefs, not quite believing what I was about to do in front of this mature woman, I eased my hardening penis out through the small front flap.
She was watching.
She picked up her cup and spoke.
"And the rest..." Mrs Mortimer requested.
The briefs were small and tight. The hole was already filled with my rapidly expanding teenage cock. I wasn't sure how I could.
"Come on Ben."
I winced, pulled the flap open as far as I could, and pushed and pulled my scrotum and its soft contents. It was a struggle but after a few seconds, first one and then the other testicle plopped out. I was through but, it was all very tight. My cock hardened quickly from this added constriction and rapidly became a stiff staff, buoyed up by the thought that a rather demanding middle aged and rather plain woman had required it of me. The thought that she said she wanted to see them made me feel better, and harder of course.
"Well done."
She crossed her legs clothed in their shapeless, dark brown, elasticated polyester work slacks.
"Carry on Ben, you don't have long."
She sipped more of her drink and watched me over the rim.
She was sat on my study chair and looking down at me kneeling with my legs spread open, before her. I wasn't sure if her request was part of the service or if she was genuinely interested to see me 'do it' for her.
I grasped my penis and pulled back my skin slowly.
I don't think she had such a clear view from the last time.
"Nice." She nodded and smiled slightly as my tight scrotum popped into view. It nestled beneath my now twitching cock.
