She gave her own little "Oh!" as if she were surprised by the force of his orgasm or the volume of his ejaculate, "You're such a good boy today!" She felt his spasms fade to boyish trembling, his back, buttock and thigh muscles gradually relaxing as she gently massaged the last few drops from his softening penis.
The time she spent time capping the semen jar and putting it in the fridge gave him a little opportunity to rest. She didn't hurry cleaning him off either. A soft wipe, warm and wet from the dispenser, removed the remaining lubricant from his genitals. Drying them off, she pronounced him ready to meet the day. "And remember," she reminded him, as he unsteadily got to his feet and closed his robe, "Anytime you feel you need an unscheduled assistance session you can come see me or any of the other docents!"
She said that to all the boys, but she really did expect Clinton to come by at lunch one or two days this week and shyly tell her that there was something he "needed to take care of" and, of course, Sharina would take care of it (if she were the one on duty). Maybe take care of it twice, though it wouldn't be good for Clinton to skip lunch too often just because his balls were full to bursting. On the other hand, lack of calories wasn't his trouble. The boy was a bit on the chubby side (too many cheeseburgers) and could probably stand to miss a meal from time to time. His real problem was his brain was as limp as his penis was stiff. If he weren't properly handled, those full balls could lead Clinton into real suffering some day.
Now, to deal with Gene.
But when she'd got back to his cubicle, she found he was almost finished dressing! "Got to get to breakfast, Ma'am!" he said, guiltily.
"Wait," she said, reaching for his crotch. His erection was easily visible, even under the heavy trousers he'd been assigned for this month's work detail. "Are you sure you want to go out all stressed today?" She squeezed and caressed him with her fingers, her red nails tickling his stiff penis through the tough green denim, "It'll only take a little -- " He mumbled something and pulled away from her, so she changed tactics, "If you'd like, we could go to my office instead, be 100% private. We've got all the time in the world." She carelessly, innocently, lifted one side of her skirt, as if she were scratching her hip with those exquisite nails, but also showing even more of her creamy smooth thighs, "We could see a little bit more of each other." She changed tactics again, "Or if you prefer another one of the docents, I know not everybody has the same -- "
"Oh, no, Ma'am!" he stammered, sounding even more guilty, "You've been really wonderful to me," he finished buttoning his jacket, "Really wonderful!" he said again, too loud, and hurried off.
It was a long way to work, but it cleared his head, the exercise, even on days when he had to eat his toasted handmeal as he walked, trying to forget the glimpse he'd had of Sharina's white cotton panties and the damp spot that he'd imagined at her conspicuously outlined pussyslit. He walked faster. Nobody really got enough chance to exercise at this outpost. Work was going 24/7/1000 now that the miners were finally pulling up enough raw materials and the new supply fabs had gone online, but so much of it was push-button and screen-watching that he rather enjoyed the minor exertion of trudging through the dingy, badly lit corridors running to bio-dome 6. He reported, on time, to the only other person (other than robots and drones) who worked there, his supervisor Vesse, a veteran of the early colonial days.
