“The coffee?” I inquired.
“Yes,” she answered, “that too. But what I was talking about is that.” She raised her finger and pointed between my legs.
“Did you have to use the cold washcloth?” She asked, staring at my limp member.
“Uh, yeah,” I answered, “it definitely worked.”
“I can see that.” She agreed and then asked, “Is it still cold?”
“Unfortunately, yes. That washcloth was freezing.” I answered.
“Here,” she replied, motioning me closer, “let me see.”
Without thinking, I edged up as close as I could to the bed and pushed my hips forward. She handed me her coffee mug and as I took it from her, she moved her hands down and hovered them around my organ. The next thing I felt was perhaps the most amazing feeling my poor, cold cock ever felt.
Sharron gently lifted my soft penis and cradled it in the palm of her hand. She smiled widely as she wrapped her fingers around it, feeling me. Her hands were hot from holding the coffee mug, and as her other hand joined and both hands held my flaccid member, I started to get hard. The heat from her hands permeated my softness and she obviously felt it start to stir, because she snapped her head up to look at me with a huge smile on her face saying “Oh, this is so amazing! I can feel you getting hard in my hands!”
It was true, I was slowly getting longer, thicker and harder. She was like a kid in a candy store her eyes growing big and a smile beaming from her face. I watched Sharron’s facial expressions as I became plump and started to get rigid. She was completely transfixed with the change, gently squeezing me so she could feel the change in thickness and sponginess. It didn’t take long for me to swell to the point where she could no longer hold me in her hands, so she let go and when she did, I flexed my cock and it sprang up, bouncing into full length as it pointed to the ceiling.
Sharron tentatively reached out again, this time grasping me like a pole and started to move her hand up and down. “I love touching a guy’s penis,” she said, “especially when he’s soft. I like to feel it get hard in my hands, knowing it was me that took him from soft to hard.”
This was the side of Sharron I had never seen until the other night. This was my sweet angel being sexy and nasty. I knew she hadn’t had that much experience with sex and cocks, but there was something about her words and the way she was taking charge that really put a jolt through me.
I noticed her grip on my cock wasn’t gentle anymore. She was squeezing and jacking me now in a definite masturbatory manner. She would stop every now and then and milk my cock to see if there was any precum bubbling up yet. When there wasn’t, she went back to squeezing and jacking until she was finally able to squeeze a drop of precum to the tip. At that point, she held me still and touched the drop with the forefinger of her other hand. Lifting slowly, she pulled her finger away causing the thick, tenuous fluid to stretch into a clear strand between my cockhead and her finger.
When the strand finally broke, she rubbed her fingers together with her thumb and looked up at me. “I read somewhere that even women who don’t like the taste of cum in their mouth don’t mind the precum.” She said. “It’s much sweeter, you know. There’s no sperm in it.”
“I know.” I moaned softly as she continued to handle my package.
“What do you mean, you know?” She asked. “Which part?”
“That there’s no sperm in precum.” I answered.
“Uh-huh.” She said smiling up at me, “Sure. How about the taste, then? Do you agree it’s sweeter?” She asked.
I didn’t answer her right away, and when she saw my hesitation she said, “It’s okay if you tell me, Brad. I’ve tasted myself before; I think it’s only natural to do that. I don’t know why guys have such a hang up about admitting they have tasted themselves, but, we can talk about that later. Right now, I just want to enjoy this.” I felt relieved she didn’t pursue the point.
She resumed her stroking and by then I was at full mast. My cock was rock hard and I was aching. My balls were full and she must have noticed it because she slipped her free hand under my nuts and held them as she stroked my length. I flexed my cock and held it, making the head expand and turn red. “Oh my gawd!” She exclaimed. “Did you do that?”
I nodded my head up and down. “Do it again,” she asked, “the same thing… can you do it again?”
I flexed my cock again and held it as long as I could. She watched as my cock head again expanded and grew red. Her eyes lit up and she tilted my cock down to see the head better. I could only hold the flex for a few seconds and when I relaxed, my cock head went back to normal size. I could see her smile. “Wow,” she said, “that’s so hot! What else can you do with it?”
I laughed and said “Let go for a second and I’ll show you.”
Sharron let go of my cock and pulled her hands back. Then, as she watched, I began to flex and release, causing it to bob up and down like it was waving at her. This made her smile and laugh. I laughed, too.
Reaching her hands back to my cock, she resumed her jacking. Except, this time, she was doing it with dedication, stroking me all the way up and all the way back down. I was leaking some precum now, and a few drops got on her fist as she masturbated me. On the upstroke of her hand, she stopped and smeared it around my cockhead and then stroked me more.
“You must be ready for some relief by now, right?” She asked.
“That’s an understatement,” I replied, “I’m way overdue.”
“Well,” she said, “do you want to put on a little show for me to take the edge off a little bit? I would seriously love to watch you do it all the way.”
“You’re probably going to be seeing me do it a lot this weekend, you know.” I answered.
“Well, I sure as hell hope so!” She replied. “And don’t act like you’re not enjoying this, Brad. I know damn well you’re enjoying this as much as I am.”
“Oh, I’m not complaining, Sharron.” I said. “It is kind of a turn on doing this since I know it turns you on, too.”
“Okay, then,” she said, “since we both want the same thing, quit stalling and do it! I want to see you cum.”
“So, you want me to just stand right here and masturbate for you?” I asked.
“You betcha,” she answered, “I’ve been waiting for this.”
“Okay,” I replied, “but, what do you want me to do when I cum? Where do you want me to…. you know… cum is going to shoot out, Sharron.”
“Just let it go,” she said patting her lap and the sheet covering her, “all this can be washed, so just fire away and we’ll wash the sheets later. How about that?”
That’s all I needed to hear. I swear, my legs were right against her bed, and she was less than an arm’s reach away. I knew I might spray my cum all over her, so I mentioned it saying “You’re awful close, Sharron. You might get hit.”
“Bradley, quit stalling!” She said with a stern voice.
I hunched my shoulders, said “Okay, but I warned you” and reached down to grab my throbbing tool. As I started to jack myself, she interrupted me. “Oh, hey wait…..” She said.
Feeling for something under her pillow, she pulled her hand out holding a pair of white silky panties. “These are the ones I had on last night when we were talking on the phone.” She said. Holding them out to me she added “I saved them for you. Aren’t I nice?”
I reached out and took the flimsy panties from her hand and looked at her. “Go ahead,” she said blushing, “I want to see what you do with them.”
“So,” I answered back, “did you put any on after you took those off?”
“Nope.” She said smiling. “I’ve only got this little sleep shirt on and that’s it.” Of course, I could only see her from the waist up because the sheet was covering the rest of her, but looking closely, I could barely make out her nipples brushing against her shirt. Knowing that she was sitting under the sheet just a few feet away from me with no panties on gave me a huge thrill. I had a momentary vision of what she would look like if the sheet was pulled away or if she happened to let it slide off her lap.
“Come on,” she urged, “get busy. You’re not the only one that needs to get a little relief, you know.”
Now it was my turn to say “Oh My Gawd”! Did I hear her right? Did that mean she was going to masturbate along with me? I could only hope that was the case and I started to silently pray that it was so. Just the thought that I might get to see her dainty fingers dancing around between her legs caused my cock to jump. I threw caution to the wind and held her panties up to my nose. At the same time, my hand found my cock and I began to put on the show I knew she desperately wanted to see.