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

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

... underneath,&#034 I explained a little reluctantly. She did so, petting the sides a dozen times each before moving under. I tensed at the tickling sensation of it, but it soon gave way to feeling like something else. Her fingers petted longer and longer on the bottom of my balls, working with each stroke closer to my dick until she was going half-way up my shaft each time. &#034Did you like this part?&#034 &#034Yeah, that's great.&#034 Soon she was running slow caresses all the way from my balls up to my head, touching it on different sides. &#034Just do the head a little.&#034 &#034Okay.&#034 She touched the sides alternately, my dick wiggling sideways a little each time. But it was still a little too sensitive. &#034Wait, hold on.&#034 She froze and looked up at me. &#034Could you, uh, use some soap?&#034 She smirked and laughed a bit, then reached past me to the soap bar. &#034Okay.&#034 &#034Just, kind of, get it really lathered.&#034 I found it really hard to say. &#034Sure,&#034 she said reassuringly. She got her hands good and soapy before returning the bar and stepping back to where she'd been. Taking a deep breath, I wiggled my arms and repositioned my wrists along the top of the glass as she got beside me. She waited until I settled, then reached down with her right hand and took ahold of my dick again. &#034Just along your penis?&#034 &#034Yeah, and all over. Just get everything.&#034 &#034Okay.&#034 She rubbed it up and down my shaft and over my head briefly, ...

... before pulling her hand back. She rubbed both her hands together again, and then shifted around me a little farther to my front, ducking her head just below my arm. She returned to my dick, with both hands this time, very slowly and tenderly lathering my balls and on my dick again. As she rubbed my head, she used all five fingers from her right hand, spread around it in kind of a claw, rubbing up toward the tip each time. My shoulders sank. &#034Just like that on the end,&#034 I said. Seeming to get out of lather mode, she moved back to where she'd stood before, using only her right hand, and kept working the head gently. &#034Okay, I'm ready,&#034 I said. Taking my meaning after just a short pause, she wrapped her hand around my dick and, slowly at first, started sliding up and down with the soap. I took a deep, slow breath, and glancing at Mandy saw her smile a bit. &#034That's nice, Mandy,&#034 I said. The sliding became quicker, turning into full-fledged stroking. Relaxing into it, I tried to adjust my stance, as I wasn't used to doing this standing up. &#034You okay?&#034 Mandy asked, stroking my dick. &#034Yeah, just don't want to fall over,&#034 I said. She seemed to consider this. &#034Here, let me prop you up a little.&#034 She wrapped her left hand around my waist, pressing her body against my side. &#034Okay,&#034 I said, feeling suddenly a little more awkward. In her swim suit, I could feel some of the curve of her left breast against me, as well as our skin pressing ...