A Cock in the Hand Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

A Cock in the Hand Ch. 05

... breakup, and I felt a wave of warmth through my whole body.

Suddenly, it hit home, how cold it had been between Wayne and me, and how long it had been since we made love. Then, I caught myself letting my eyes wander back to those jean shorts.

When he spun his barstool to face me, I just stared at his growing cock for a second, or two. His legs spread, revealing the outline of his manhood, as it filled with a rush of blood, causing a similar rush between my legs.

I whimpered and pulled my hand back, with a look of shame and fear. Fear of what I might do if I didn't break this train of thought. He clearly noticed my stare, looked down at his growing manhood, and his face flushed with redness.

He struggled for words, "I'm sor--"

"Let me refill your lemonade, Mark," I interrupted, taking his glass and practically running toward the fridge. "So, tell me, how did you and my husband actually meet, while he was jogging in the park?" I followed up, determined not to make more of an awkward moment than it was.

He hesitated, and I feared maybe I was unsuccessful in downplaying the moment.

"Well, that's a funny story, Amy. There I was, on my first day running in years; I was in the woods at the farthest point from the trail heads, in distress, and along comes Steven. He took matters into his own hands and fixed me right up."

I had put the counter between us, after filling his glass. I slid it to him as he spoke, and then grabbed my plate and slid my sandwich to ...

... my side of the counter. I thought I handled it all quite nonchalantly.

"What kind of distress?" I asked, puzzled by his choice of words, and again reverting back to calling him Steven.

He showed a sly little grin for just a second, then responded. "My muscles were spasming and hard as steel. Mark saw my situation, grabbed hold of the troubled area, stretched, squeezed, and rubbed until the problem was resolved. He really went above and beyond, to make sure I was taken care of. Not too many people would do what he did for a stranger. He even followed up on a couple of occasions since. He's been a real friend."

It seemed strange the way he described everything to me, but l was just happy our uncomfortable moment was behind us. I changed the topic back to his new job prospect and when we finished our lunch, headed back to the pool.

Shortly after that, Mom suggested to the kids, going to see 'Minions' and they lit up with excitement. I suddenly felt a sense of fear at the thought of being alone with Mark. The electricity in that touch played through my mind, and my mental image of freeing his cock flashed over and over in my head.

From there, it spiraled into a barrage of wicked thoughts. I imagined everything from kneeling in my yard and sucking his cock, to being bent over the kitchen counter and fucked from behind, pounding me to a screaming climax. In that fantasy, it happened so fast, he just yanked my bikini bottom to the side and fucked me with it on.

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