A Day On The Dunes - Sex Stories

A Day On The Dunes

... for his dick again; nibbling on my bottom lip and pinched the tip, the way one might pick up a used tissue or a little something they didn’t really care to touch. But that certainly wasn’t the case here. I didn’t seem to mind this a bit. As my fingers made contact again, I looked up at Steven. He was staring down at me, doing the same thing I was doing…Biting his lip. “It’s OK.” I tried to assure him, not really knowing how much truth there was to the statement. The mother in me said it was fine…I was helping; this was my job. But the feeling in my stomach and the warmth that had begun to settle between my legs made me wonder what I was really doing here. The hardness of my nipples only provided another reason to wonder. I was liking this…A lot…Way more than I should have. “You OK?” “Um-hum.” I mustered a smile again and continued. He sucked in a quick breath when I leaned in even closer to examine his balls. I carefully moved the fingers of my other hand over his ball sack. I felt him jerk back again. My face was right next to his dick and I’m pretty sure it didn’t go unnoticed. I glanced up to find Steve staring down at me, momentarily forgetting all about his relentless search for anyone that might….A little while ago I might have said “…anyone that might SEE…” maybe even “…anyone that might INTERRUPT…” but now I think the word CATCH seemed more appropriate. …his relentless search for anyone that might catch us. “Am I hurting you?” “No.” He told me adamantly. “Not at ...

... all.” He added in a much lower tone, closer to a whisper. I let go of his ball sack, leaned back steadying myself on the open door; the tip of his dick still in my possession, and looked up at my son. I wished I could read his mind. I stared at him for a long second. “You OK?” “Yeah-No-I’m fine. . .” He told me then quickly scanned the parking lot. I went back to what I was doing. I leaned in and cupped his balls, moving them side to side as I examined them. I was very thorough. Very, very thorough. I saw two tiny cactus needles in the wrinkles on his ball sack, retrieved the tweezers and carefully plucked them out. “Did I hurt you?” I asked him. He just shook his head ‘no’ and then checked around the truck again before settling down to watch me. I checked his balls slowly with my eyes; extremely aware of the head of his dick between my fingers the entire time. “Let me know if you feel anything.” I told him as I gently let my fingers slide over the skin of his ball sack. I looked up at Steve and his eyes were fixed on me. “What?” I asked again. This time he smiled. “What?” “Nothing, it’s just that this is. . .kinda. . .” “Kinda what?” “Well, I never expected. . .you know.” “Never expected what Steve?” “Well…I never expected to see you. . .you know. . . down there.” He told me with an odd look on his face. I watched as the smile slowly drifted away and his expression turned more…subdued…like when you drift off point and forget your train of thought. His comment struck me kind of ...