Our work schedules are such that we don't need full-time day care for Justin, our son. But because I work late 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 10 o'clock 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 be unable to take care of the baby while she recuperated. 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 college or high school 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 interview 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 undercurve 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, 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 kept 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 fucking, except for the occasional quickie. So, it wasn't unusual to find myself waking up with a usual case of morning wood.

But it occurred to me as I drank the coffee that with the way I was laying when I woke up, Linda 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 wonder what she would have done if I had not been covered by the sheet and walked in to discover my fully visible erection standing at attention for her to gaze at. Would she blush with embarrassment or excitement?

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.....(cont)