A Helping Hand from an Overly-Nice s****r (Part 1) - Sex Stories

A Helping Hand from an Overly-Nice s****r (Part 1)

... said. &#034Okay. Then just sit back and relax.&#034 She started stroking again. I laid my head back and closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. Mandy's strokes were a little soft, and her hand felt so small and cool. I could tell it was going to take longer this time. The first time I'd been all wound up and it had gone quick. This time I was feeling even more awkward, and after a couple of minutes things hadn't moved along much and she was getting a little fidgety. &#034Am I doing okay?&#034 Mandy asked. &#034Yes.&#034 &#034But is this how you do it? How do you hold it?&#034 &#034You're doing fine.&#034 I tried to will her to stop talking. &#034Should I hold it more down here?&#034 She asked, sliding her hand down to the base, and then moved back up. &#034…or just keep it up here? Should I be doing it longer, like this?&#034 She started doing long strokes, from near the head all the way down to the base, stretching out the skin. &#034Or should I start one way and change as I go along? Here, tell me how you do it.&#034 I sighed a little. Now she wanted me to describe how I masturbated. She really wasn't helping this not to feel weird. I should probably just call her off. &#034Well, I guess...&#034 I stuttered. &#034Okay, um, you, you don't have to start by just grabbing it right off. Usually I'll just kind of...touch it for a little while.&#034 &#034Oh, okay, I see.&#034 She placed my dick down on my abdomen, then gently starting petting down it with her fingers, like it was ...

... a cat. For the first time, she seemed somewhat timid, petting a few times on one part of my shaft, then a few times on another. &#034How's that?&#034 &#034That's good.&#034 After a couple dozen pets, she seemed to relax a bit, and I did to, easing my back into the chair, which I found I'd raised up a little. Running out of fresh territory to pet, she drifted down my shaft, reaching some hair near the base. She brushed up against it a few times, then, gaining some courage, continued into petting it. She soon determined from the way my dick twitched that she was onto something, and began petting around it, taking some time to pet down the pubic hair surrounding the base of my shaft. As she circled around, she made a little contact with something else. &#034What about your testicles? Do you touch those?&#034 &#034Uh... sometimes, but you don't have to worry about that.&#034 She pet my hair down a little more, then up my shaft a few times, while seeming to consider. She then stroked two fingers on one side of my scrotum. &#034How's that?&#034 She asked. I took another deep breath. &#034That's…nice.&#034 I was worried about how much I was having her do, going beyond what was absolutely necessary. And I was worried about how good it was feeling to me. Still, I didn't want to be discouraging or make her feel bad, so I kept going along. She pet one side of my scrotum, then the other, ever gentle and taking three passes at every part she hit. She went across the top, seeming to take ...