A Show For Denise (Part 1) - Sex Stories

A Show For Denise (Part 1)

... hair, I felt my heart pounding again as I was fully naked next to her. She didn't seem to notice and didn't glance off her screen but I kept going anyway. My cock was swelling once more and I took my time to slowly dry every inch of my skin. - Can you help me, hon' ? - Sure, what's up ? I said, wrapping the towel around my waist and looming beside her. - I would like to send this email I got to someone else but I don't know how. - No problem. I got closer to where she was sitting and looking down, I saw my cock was almost probing her shoulder. - Which email ? - That one. - Ok, click on it. I got inches closer. - Now, click the little arrow there, I said, taking the advantage to move closer to the screen to point, now probing softly her shoulder with my cock. - Here ? - Yes. I stopped pointing but remained in the same position. She didn't seem to bother. On the contrary, I thought I felt a subtle push from her shoulder towards my crotch. - Now see, you just need to click on forward this email. I took my chance and moved back a little to pretend drying again and unwrapped the towel. I then resumed the previous position and poked her directly with my cock now almost full size. - Easy enough. And now ? - Now, just enter the new email and send. - Thanks honey ! She started typing and I got behind her to stroke my cock without her noticing. Feeling too close to cumming, I left the room and released myself in the bathroom again. I went to dress and that was it for the day. ***** Two ...

... weeks later, I sprained my ankle at sports so I couldn't visit my grandparents. I didn't go to school the following Monday and I got a tingling sensation in my body as I heard the rumbling of keys at 11am and Denise's familiar voice announcing her presence in the almost empty house. I was alone in my bed, wearing t-shirt and briefs. She walked up the stairs and soon found me there. - What's the matter, Tom ? Not greeting your old grandma anymore ? - I wish but I can't. I sprained my ankle yesterday. - Oh poor thing. Does it hurt ? - Yes. Hurts when I walk but it's bearable. She walked over, sat on the bed and patted my thigh over the covers. - I was wondering if you wanted to come over to lunch but it seems difficult. - No, it's okay, I got this ankle support to help me. - Good, we can go then. Are you ready to ? - Nope, just give me a minute to wash up. - Do you need some help to get there ? - Yes please. She got up and lift the covers off the bed. She offered her arm and I took it to stand, careful not to rush any movements. We made our way to the bathroom and she left my arm to open the shower curtain and start the water. Meanwhile, I fully undressed and stepped out of my clothes. When she turned to gaze at my nude body, she didn't look flushed. - Here you go, grab my arm. - Thanks. I entered the bathroom and she left it. She didn't close the curtain while doing so and I chose to leave it open too. My bedroom was facing the bathroom so, when she went back to my bed to sit ...