A Helping Hand from an Overly-Nice s****r (Part 2) - Sex Stories

A Helping Hand from an Overly-Nice s****r (Part 2)

... this time I watched as her fingers ran gently across my dick. After a minute my eyes drifted up her arm to her face. Her attention was wholely on my dick, focused completely on her current task of figuring out the puzzle of how best to touch it. She glanced up at me, and our eyes met. She smiled with a shy laugh and looked away. &#034Sorry,&#034 I said. &#034I didn't mean to stare.&#034 &#034It's okay. You can look at me if it...helps,&#034 she said with a little giggle. I tried not to for a moment, but my interest won out over my sense of modesty. She continued touching me, though now obviously self-conscious about being watched. Pausing a second, Mandy switched from squatting down to kneeling, rocking the chair as she shifted. &#034Are you comfortable there?&#034 I asked. &#034Oh, I'm okay.&#034 &#034You sure? It's kind of hard to kneel on that carpet.&#034 &#034Yeah, it was just getting hard to squat there. Maybe we should move?&#034 &#034Sure. Where do you think would be good?&#034 &#034Hmm. Also, it'd be nice if I didn't have to stretch my arm out so much.&#034 &#034Couch? Bed?&#034 &#034Yeah, let’s go to your bed. In here I keep worrying we'll get stuff on the chair or something.&#034 I nodded. &#034Yeah, that's probably wise.&#034 In Mandy's hand, I'd certainly been shooting off more than normal. &#034Okay. Go ahead, I'll be there in just a second,&#034 she said, running out. I went into my room and climbed onto my bed, still naked, sitting up cross-legged. Mandy ...

... walked in with a different shirt on. It was one she'd gotten a year ago, a tank-top that I'd always thought surprisingly low cut for Mandy's style. In fact, she'd ended up not wearing it much, almost certainly for that reason. &#034What should I do?&#034 she asked. &#034You can go ahead and start...&#034 I found it too difficult to say 'stroking it' to her, and tried to think of a euphemism. Regardless, she took my meaning, adjusting my foreskin and starting to stroke as I'd had her do before. &#034Mmm.&#034 I breathed out and relaxed my body, wanting to make sure she knew I was enjoying it. &#034Would you like it if I used both hands?&#034 she asked, wrapping her left hand around my dick below her right. &#034That's nice,&#034 I said. Her pace slowed down with two hands, though, and her left thumb squeezed just a little too hard. &#034Could you touch my balls again?&#034 Pausing, she moved her left hand off and fondled my scrotum. I breathed out again. Adjusting the grip of her right hand, she started stroking again. Relaxing, I started leaning back, planning to prop myself up on my arms but finding it difficult without putting pressure on my hands or hurting my wrists. After several awkward moments, Mandy interceded. &#034Here, lay down,&#034 she said, putting one hand on my stomach and the other at my side, easing me down. It was too much of a stretch to keep my legs crossed, and Mandy helped me move each one straight out on either side of her. She moved her hands back onto my ...