her wet mouth up and down his shaft, both her hands holding tight to his ass. Within a couple of minutes, he came into her mouth. She swallowed the sweet cream, not letting a drop loose.
When she was done, she stood and turned toward Sam. She felt kind of sorry for him. He made her sandwich, after all.
"How about you?” she asked. “You want one?"
Sam looked at Frankie, then at her, and shook his head. She could tell he was embarrassed to show his cock to his workmate. Just then, the bell over the door inside rang and Frankie grinned. “Don't worry, I'll get it.” He winked at El.
El walked up to Sam. He stood about her height. She knew that he'd probably been dismissed by many of the girls of his age group because he wasn't as big and strong like other boys his age. A classic nerd type.
"It's all right, Sam. I won't hurt you,” she cooed. She felt Sam deserved a little attention in his life. Here he was, probably all of eighteen years old, and she doubted he'd ever had a serious relationship with a girl before. Now he was confronted with a naked woman, who seemed eager to seduce him. She could understand his confusion and reluctance.
Sam looked at her nervously, and occasionally peered over her shoulder toward where Frankie had gone to help a customer. “Maybe Frankie needs some help,” he stammered.
"You don't think Frankie can make a sandwich by himself?"
He nodded and looked away, as if afraid to stare at her naked body. She decided to take it slow. “You don't have to do anything. But if you'd like to touch me, it's okay."
She took his hand in hers and placed it on her breast. “How does that feel?"
"It's ... nice,” he said, letting his fingers gently stroke her. Emboldened, he brought up his other hand and touched her other breast. He watched, fascinated, as her nipples stretched out.
"See, you're turning me on,” she said. In that moment, she knew if he asked her to fuck him, she'd do it. She wouldn't even mention it to Jack to get credit.
But Sam was far too shy. He touched her, but he couldn't talk at the same time. It was as if his voice had seized up. She tried to draw him out.
"Do you like them?"
"Er ... yeah, I mean, sure...” he stammered.
She captured one hand and brought it down to her hot, wet core. His eyes opened wide when he felt her wetness, the slippery fluids that coated her sex. “See? This means I'm ready for you,” she whispered. “Whenever you touch a girl here and she's wet like this, it means she wants you."
"You, uh, want me?"
She leaned in close, so close one of her breasts brushed his chest. “Yes."
"You mean, you'd like to, um ... you know."
She spoke directly into his shell-shaped ear. “Never be embarrassed to say what you want, especially when you've got the clues in hand.” For emphasis, she drew his fingers again across her dripping slit.
"You uh ... want to ... make love to me?” He said it as if he didn't believe it.
She breathed into his ear. “Yesss. Where can we go?"
He pointed to a door. “There's a storage room. It has big sacks of flour and such."
"Let's go."
Sam escorted El into the room and closed the door. To make sure they'd have some privacy, he dragged a heavy sack of potatoes up against the door. El looked around and spotted some flat sacks of grain along one wall that would do in a pinch for a bed. She lay back on them and spread her legs.
For reasons she couldn't quite explain, this felt so right. It was something she never wanted Jack to find out about. This was for Sam, a boy she'd just barely met but understood completely. This was his therapy, his training. He needed this in order to feel like a man.
He came over to her and looked awkward. “I don't want to hurt you,” he said, pointing to her bruises.
"Don't worry, they've faded. I'm okay.” She didn't know if he believed her lie, but it didn't matter. She had given him permission.
He unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down a bit. She could see his small cock
When she was done, she stood and turned toward Sam. She felt kind of sorry for him. He made her sandwich, after all.
"How about you?” she asked. “You want one?"
Sam looked at Frankie, then at her, and shook his head. She could tell he was embarrassed to show his cock to his workmate. Just then, the bell over the door inside rang and Frankie grinned. “Don't worry, I'll get it.” He winked at El.
El walked up to Sam. He stood about her height. She knew that he'd probably been dismissed by many of the girls of his age group because he wasn't as big and strong like other boys his age. A classic nerd type.
"It's all right, Sam. I won't hurt you,” she cooed. She felt Sam deserved a little attention in his life. Here he was, probably all of eighteen years old, and she doubted he'd ever had a serious relationship with a girl before. Now he was confronted with a naked woman, who seemed eager to seduce him. She could understand his confusion and reluctance.
Sam looked at her nervously, and occasionally peered over her shoulder toward where Frankie had gone to help a customer. “Maybe Frankie needs some help,” he stammered.
"You don't think Frankie can make a sandwich by himself?"
He nodded and looked away, as if afraid to stare at her naked body. She decided to take it slow. “You don't have to do anything. But if you'd like to touch me, it's okay."
She took his hand in hers and placed it on her breast. “How does that feel?"
"It's ... nice,” he said, letting his fingers gently stroke her. Emboldened, he brought up his other hand and touched her other breast. He watched, fascinated, as her nipples stretched out.
"See, you're turning me on,” she said. In that moment, she knew if he asked her to fuck him, she'd do it. She wouldn't even mention it to Jack to get credit.
But Sam was far too shy. He touched her, but he couldn't talk at the same time. It was as if his voice had seized up. She tried to draw him out.
"Do you like them?"
"Er ... yeah, I mean, sure...” he stammered.
She captured one hand and brought it down to her hot, wet core. His eyes opened wide when he felt her wetness, the slippery fluids that coated her sex. “See? This means I'm ready for you,” she whispered. “Whenever you touch a girl here and she's wet like this, it means she wants you."
"You, uh, want me?"
She leaned in close, so close one of her breasts brushed his chest. “Yes."
"You mean, you'd like to, um ... you know."
She spoke directly into his shell-shaped ear. “Never be embarrassed to say what you want, especially when you've got the clues in hand.” For emphasis, she drew his fingers again across her dripping slit.
"You uh ... want to ... make love to me?” He said it as if he didn't believe it.
She breathed into his ear. “Yesss. Where can we go?"
He pointed to a door. “There's a storage room. It has big sacks of flour and such."
"Let's go."
Sam escorted El into the room and closed the door. To make sure they'd have some privacy, he dragged a heavy sack of potatoes up against the door. El looked around and spotted some flat sacks of grain along one wall that would do in a pinch for a bed. She lay back on them and spread her legs.
For reasons she couldn't quite explain, this felt so right. It was something she never wanted Jack to find out about. This was for Sam, a boy she'd just barely met but understood completely. This was his therapy, his training. He needed this in order to feel like a man.
He came over to her and looked awkward. “I don't want to hurt you,” he said, pointing to her bruises.
"Don't worry, they've faded. I'm okay.” She didn't know if he believed her lie, but it didn't matter. She had given him permission.
He unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down a bit. She could see his small cock
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