A Cock in the Hand Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

A Cock in the Hand Ch. 05

... a sense of relief, that he saved me from myself. I smiled back and leaned back in the chair, pushing my pussy forward.

"Very good, Mr. Thomas, I am impressed with your imagination and self-control," I said, trying to collect myself, but still unable to look away from the beast held captive in his shorts.

"I've had experience with cock teases before, but high school seems so long ago now."

"Whose teasing who, Mr. Thomas?" I asked, smiling.

"It's worse for men--"

I cut him off. "Please, Mr. Thomas, I see the neanderthal coming out again. Have you ever heard a man complain about his wife or girlfriend coming too soon, cutting him just short of satisfaction? You think because you get hard, it's any less disappointing or even painful to be aroused and left unfulfilled? You think my pussy is not aching, right now?"

"I can help you with that, Mrs. Stilson," he said, in a soft, sultry, mocking voice.

"Nice try, Mr. Thomas, but I 'belong' to someone else, remember? Besides, I'm married to a pilot, that's gone a lot, I have a little plastic friend that helps me out just fine at times of need. I've never cheated on him and don't plan to, today."

I felt a bit of control coming back, as I directed just a fraction of my pent-up frustration toward Mark instead of Wayne. "You call me Mrs. Stilson to remind you I belong to him, yet you offer to 'help me'. You, sir, are a pussy-tease, every bit as much as I am a cock-tease."

I broke my gaze from his boner and ...

... looked up with a victorious smile. His response took me by surprise. He looked down at me with a serious expression, and stepped forward, dangerously close. But with my new position on the seat, his leg touched my crotch rather than the chair, surprising us both.

I gasped and my mouth opened. I suddenly could only breathe through my mouth. Trying not to give him the satisfaction of knowing the effect that touch had on me, I tried not to react. Although, the instant he touched me, I almost unconsciously pressed myself against him. His response was to thrust his pelvis forward, pushing his cockhead to the very top edge of his jeans. His black underwear waistband poked through the top, and peeled back exposing a tiny bit of his pink tip.

My hands clenched my hips again, as the glistening pink cock tip taunted me. I sat frozen--wanting to hump his leg like a dog, as I ripped those hateful fucking jeans off his body--but was too terrified to move.

"Since we're reliving high school, Mrs. Stilson, it was understood back then, that a hand job was not considered cheating. Mouth to genitals or genitals to genitals was crossing the line. A hand job was just helping out a friend. I'll show you mine if you show me yours. Let's help each other out, friend. A rub for a rub?"

His comments brought back memories from ninth grade, jacking off my neighbor's brother in his basement, during a sleepover. He was older, and I had a crush on him. He came so fast, and immediately ran to the ...