It was the first day of fall, and fall was a word Ben liked to link to another visual delight, a woman's panties. Before the night was over, he would learn more about the opposite of the word fall, rise. He would experience a new link between a woman's panties and rise, as in the repeated rise of his cock.
He didn't mind when the perky little dog kept scaling up onto the bed. He wished he could remember the dog's name. But even worse, he seemed to have forgotten how to get to sleep. His role of house sitter was sudden. Melody had needed somebody on short notice, while she took her teenage son upstate to an honorary scholastic camp. Her son was smart, just like Melody was. It was an honor to be chosen for the weeklong camp at the state capitol, even if it was as an alternate needed at the last minute because the school valedictorian had been diagnosed with mono. The drive upstate was a long drive, and Melody had a sister to stay with overnight. There wasn't anything Melody had asked him to do special, just take what's-his-name, the feisty terrier puppy for walks whenever nature called.
Melody's house was in an older middle class suburb. The trees that lined the streets and the flowerbeds that surrounded the mailboxes had grown thick in the last decade of neighborhood maturity. As Ben lay awake on Melody's son's bed, the horizontal blinds on the opposing bedroom window admitted just enough light from a street lamp to fill the bedroom with a fence like row of striped shadows. Ben looked down his body and followed the shadow of an imaginary stiff fence slat from his crotch, down past his feet, over the carpet and rising up the wall. The shadow coming from his cock was the highest pole on the wall.
Ben pulled back the single white cotton sheet and spun his body out of bed. He glanced across the room at the digital alarm clock, reading the red glow of 2:00. The small dog's rapid bark broke his cloudy half stare.
"Want to go out boy?" Ben asked. He surveyed the eager dog, noticing his ears were perked up and his tail waved with the fury of a helicopter blade.
The house was quiet except for the low hum of a refrigerator. Ben reached down to the floor beside the bed, and found the pair of green cotton pajama bottoms he had gotten at a hospital surplus store.
In one fluid motion, he slipped the bottoms over his feet, stood and pulled them up over his boxers, then pulled and tied the drawstring. The extra cloth between his legs made Ben aware for the first time, he had a slight erection. He reached to arrange it inside his boxer shorts more comfortably. The dog barked again and shuffled his dark little patting feet.
"Got to go boy? Gotta pee?" Ben leaned down and patted the dog's head. His own bladder felt mildly pressured. "I guess I need to go too." Ben said, as he walked into the hall and remembered which direction the bathroom was in. He turned right, walked to the end of the hallway, and found himself at the entry to Melody's master bedroom.
Her bedroom had an attached private bathroom, and as Ben proceeded through the dark, he made his way to the doorway. He felt past the doorframe on the tiled wall for a light switch. The dog barked another little burst of anxiousness, as Ben flipped the wall switch up and a soft white light flickered on above the medicine cabinet. The tidy white bathroom was compact. Ben stepped towards the toilet, raised the lid and seat, and pulled the drawstring around his waist. The bottoms slipped down begrudgingly. His cock was hard.
He could have tried to weave his cock out the boxer short fly, but instead, Ben pulled his boxer shorts down along with his bottoms until they were below his taunt balls. Ben felt a little surge of pleasure with his naked ass exposed and his erect cock in his hand. The dog twittered impatiently and returned to the bedroom as if he was used to being shooed out of the bathroom.
Ben grazed his fingers against his pubic hair and tested his cock for flexibility to tilt forward. "Damn. I'm really stiff!" He thought to himself. His cock felt warm in his hand. A slight squeeze felt good and his cock responded with a pleasing contraction. He let his fingertip drift up the swollen vein and the little dark hole slightly opened with a wink of approval. He heard the dog bark from the doorway. Again, he thought, "Damn. I need a distraction or I'll never relax and be able to pee."
Ben moved his hand in a self imposed cock exile away from his cock to his ass and cupped his warm muscular buttock. He scanned the bathroom at eye level and his eyes drifted to the shower curtain. It was a clear plastic curtain with an opaque pattern of white orchids printed on it. Ben could see bottle shapes on shelves inside the shower. He thought of Melody. She was a short woman with long curly blond hair. Her body was well proportioned and although she dressed very conservative at work, it was impossible for her to totally hide the wealth of her breasts. Outside of work, Ben knew the rest of her body was in great shape. Her ass was particularly attractive and from behind, she could have been twenty years younger. Ben's erection wasn't going away imagining looking through the shower curtain and seeing Melody caress soapy hands down her naked body.
His cock pulsed another straining exquisite contraction. Avoiding the urge to touch it, Ben moved his other hand on his other buttock. He softly stroked with open palms up the curve of each buttock with either hand. His eyes followed the curtain up to the fringe edge trim that hid the shower rod. The daintiness of design was effeminate. The lace of the pattern stirred thoughts of Melody's panties. He had never seen her panties, but last week, when he had stopped by to drop a report off on her desk, and Melody was still in a meeting, he had caught a surprise glimpse on her computer screen. On Melody's computer monitor was clearly a website devoted to sexy women's lingerie. Ben remembered his heart nearly leapt out of his chest at the sight of a sexy lacy white thong he saw in the center of the screen. Side by side were a front view and a back. The words underneath had read, "Satin Lace Thong". The rear view was a thin finger-width satin strip that ended in a lacy transparent triangle. The triangle grew wider in front, and the lace became a shimmering rose pattern that barely overreached the model's pussy. It seemed perfectly tapered. Ben just knew he could position his mouth in the center, and stroke from one hem edge, across the swollen excited clitoris hidden beneath, and finish his stroke with a touch of his tongue tip on warm skin and tiny pubic hairs.