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

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

... respond she twisted my shoulder back and started soaping on my stomach. Sighing, I put my wrists back on the top of the glass. &#034Don't worry, I'll be careful. Why didn't you want me to do this part?&#034 She asked, returning the soap to my dick. &#034Are you embarrassed that's its hard again?&#034 &#034Yeah, a little.&#034 More than a little. &#034It's just a little weird.&#034 &#034Weird how?&#034 It was classic Mandy, always trying to work through problems, even the ones that should obviously be avoided. As she said it, she soaped up part of my inner thigh, and I jerked a bit as her finger brushed my balls. Her hand froze on my thigh. &#034Oh, is it weird because it kind of feels good?&#034 &#034Uh, well...&#034 &#034Oh, do you normally...touch it in the shower?&#034 &#034Well, sometimes...&#034 That's not at all where my thoughts had been. She moved her hand from my thigh, getting more soap on her hand, and then gingerly touching my balls. &#034I can see that this would feel pretty good.&#034 She put soap on both side of my balls, then put some soap through my pubic hair. &#034I've only washed Aiden so I hadn't thought about it,&#034 she said matter-of-factly as she soaped around my genitals. &#034It has been a couple days,&#034 she continued. So there it was, the next offer. I suppose I knew it was about to happen, having a hard-on the whole time. &#034We could wait until later, but it might be easier to do it now so we don't just get you messy again. Don't you ...

... think?&#034 I felt confused, and found the only thing that came out of my mouth was, &#034Okay.&#034 &#034Alright, then...&#034 Mandy replied, pausing. You might think that it was apprehension that stopped her, but I knew her well enough to tell she was just switching mental gears from one task to another. She set the soap on its perch and adjusted the shower head, pointing it sideways against the wall, so that all the water hitting us was splash spray. She took up a position on my opposite side by the door on my right, standing slightly behind me and reaching her right hand to my dick. &#034Ok, I'll start by just petting it, like last time.&#034 I looked down over my right side at her, her eye about level with the top of my shoulder. She seemed so feminine there, petite in what I could see of her black swim suit, her slender arm reaching under my own where it was propped on the wall. She glanced up at me and saw me looking. She made a sweet, shy smile and snorted a little laugh, looking away. God, why'd she have to be so sweet? Otherwise, I'd be able to turn her down, probably make fun of her for even suggesting it. Instead, my will just melted as her sweet, naive fingers petted different parts of my shaft. &#034How's that? Is there anywhere particular I should get? You liked it down here?&#034 Her fingers moved to my balls, petting gently on different parts with her fingertips. &#034Yeah, that's nice.&#034 &#034All over?&#034 &#034Um...It's best on the sides and kind of ...