You feel warm and comfortable as you stretch out in a comfortable bed, you can hear birds outside and as you open your eyes you see that your in a small room with a shallow ceiling and a little window. Sitting up you realise you are completely naked. You think back to the day before and figure that the woman must have taken you to bed and taken off your clothes, maybe she's washed and dried them?
Hmm, you wonder how you're going to get out of bed, you want to maintain your modesty but there's nothing around to cover yourself up. Getting out of the bed you scamper round the bed looking for a dressing gown or something when suddenly the door opens and the woman walks in. You stand up straight startled and bang your head on a low beam.
'No need to be worried, nothing I haven't seen before' she says. 'Here I've brought you some food, come and sit on the bed and eat!'.
Covering your nether regions you scuttle back to the bed and under the quilt to cover you up before inspecting the tray of food that had been placed on your lap. It is the same brown soup you had last night but with chunks of what looks like meat in it.
'It's beef, go on, you'll like it.' She says in a kindly reaffirmed voice. You pick up the spoon and begin eating, she's right, it is good, it's delicious! You bearily notice her talking to you as you wolf down the lot.
'My name is Lucinda, but call me Lucy if you like. I live here by myself and I can't help but wonder how you got here, where have you come from and who are you?'
As you pick the bowl up and pick the sides the last question puzzles you, who are you? You pause and think hard, you can't remember who you are and you can't remember where you've come from. You look from the bowl and then to Lucy. 'I can't remember'. You are worried about this.
'Oh dear, you must have been through the wars.' You can still smell the delicious beef in the bowl and this distracts you. You pick at the last smudge in the bottom of the bowl before returning it to the tray spotless.
'My, you are hungry, I'll get you some more'
She leaves you in the room and your stomach grumbles in the silence that follows. You think as hard as you can but you just cannot remember anything from before falling in a stream. What where you doing, what is your name?.
The door opens again and Lucy walks in with another bowl. 'Good food and good rest is what you'll need, I'm sure you'll remember in no time' she says placing the bowl in front of you. You cannot wait for the food and as she places it down you tuck straight in mumbling thanks through a mouthful. 'I call this Murphys stew, it's an Irish recipe, since you like it so much I think I'll call you Murphy for now.' As she says this you can't contain yourself at how delicious the beef stew is. You finish the second bowl with a warm fuzzy feeling that you love. She reaches over and rubs your shoulder and with a slightly peculiar stroke of your beck says 'look at you, mucky pup, you've got food all over your face' Lucy ruffles your hair and tickles your ear, which you find strangely arousing but a little intrusive. You realise that your little bit of morning wood has grown to a throbbing hard on and as she picks up the tray the tip just pokes out from under the quilt. 'Look at you' she laughs as she gets up and leaves you again. You are blushing and horny. Why does this always happen at the worst moments.
Looking around you see that Lucy has left the scarf she was wearing on the back of the chair by the bed. Out of curiosity you pick it up and for some unknown reason you smell it.
Drinking in a deep breath you oare overwhelmed by a wave of pleasure to your olfactory nodes. The perfume she must wear is divine! It sets your raging hard on throbbing again and you can't help but start to masterbate. In your mind you begin picturing her coming onto you, getting those firm breasts out and that voluptuous rump swaying in front of you. Just as the thought of her bending over and presenting herself to you comes into your head you let go a great orgasm shooting your load straight into her scarf.
You enjoy the moment and then guiltily you mop up the rest of the mess. Oh dear, what are you going to do with her scarf? Tucking it under the pillow you notice your hard on subside and the need to pee replace it. You haven't been in a while and quite soon you are bursting.