Amily the personal maid-2

“I’m not sure, I need to measure I guess,” Amily broke my dream state. “Can you hand me the measure, I think I dropped it on the mattress?”

With my longer legs, it took me only two steps to stand beside where Amily knelt by my feet. I saw the tape measure, picked it up, and bent to hand it to her.

Amily did not reach back for it. Instead she said “Can you help me hold it again?”

Which was ridiculous – she clearly had enough dexterity to manage the device herself to measure that narrow space without my help. My imagination might have supplied the extra lilt in her voice as she said the words “hold it”. My little primitive brain knew what IT wanted held, and was telling my larger human mind to shut up and let the beast within take over.

I dropped to my knees, not flat to the floor like her. This left my groin right at the level of Amily’s face when she lifted her head and turned to take the tape measure. I would swear in a court of law that I did not intentionally hold the measure so close to my body that her fingers grazed along my hardness as she reached to take it from me, but that was still what happened.