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

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

... to direct without my hands when it's like that.&#034 For her to even bring up the subject made me think my efforts at exposing her had been successful, so I decided to continue giving her more information than she'd meant to ask for. &#034The real problem is that it's getting sore down there. It's just not used to going this long without being fired, so it's kind of started to get overloaded.&#034 &#034Oh.&#034 &#034Yeah, it's a bummer.&#034 I hoped I’d embarrassed her enough that she’d let the subject alone. For a minute we just sat watching TV. Mandy got up and walked over to me, checking my drink and then stepping toward the kitchen and stopping again. &#034You know, if you wanted, maybe I could...&#034 &#034Hmmm?&#034 I said, breaking attention from the TV. I had no idea what she was talking about. She seemed sheepish when I looked at her. &#034Never mind,&#034 she said, then turned into the kitchen. Maybe an hour later she came back in, getting me a refill before sitting down on the couch to watch TV with me. It was nothing she liked, so I knew she was just there to keep me company. &#034I finally went to the bathroom,&#034 I said to lighten her spirits. &#034Found a gap when there were only guys on TV.&#034 &#034Oh, good,&#034 she said. &#034Good thing, too. I don't think this show will help you.&#034 &#034No, I suppose not.&#034 The new show featured another painfully hot chick. &#034Want me to change the channel?&#034 I sighed. &#034Nah. There's nothing on now ...

... anyway.&#034 So we just sat back and watched, me with an obvious hard-on. After a bit, there came a part on the show with the chick in her bra. Again, my balls started to ache and I found myself squirming in my chair. &#034You okay?&#034 Mandy asked. She sat up on the edge of her seat, ready to leap to my aid if I had asked for anything. &#034Yeah. Just two or three more weeks. I'm fine.&#034 I tried to make it a joke, but the frustration was still clear. She stared off into space a moment, then stood up and stepped toward me. &#034Here, let me help you,&#034 she declared. I could tell from her stiff demeanor that she meant something different than refilling my drink, but I didn't see what immediately. She stopped in front of my and leaned down, reaching toward my shorts. &#034Wha?&#034 I managed. It was enough to make her hesitate. &#034I was going to...do it for you.&#034 Her voiced cracked, making her less sure of herself, but she hadn't quite run off yet. &#034I mean, you seemed so uncomfortable, it seemed better than waiting another three weeks...&#034 Unbelievable as it was, she was serious. There was no way she’d tease me that way. I knew the thing to do was to just laugh her off. But at that moment, all I could manage was &#034Uh, well...&#034 Feeling awkward, I looked away and back at the TV, and after a moment, Mandy glanced back too. She was still in her bra there, in a scene that involved bending over which gave a view of her cleavage. My balls ached again and I inhaled ...