"Well, actually, I was hoping that you could help me with this," said John, turning to Sasha and opening his bathrobe. His hard dick stuck out in front of him, as he was naked under his bathrobe. He braced for something bad to happen, getting ready to wish again.
Sasha looked at him for a second, then down at his erect cock when he gestured at it. She hopped off the bed, stepped over to him and her left hand came up and grabbed his dick, rubbing it lightly. "Is this what you meant?" she asked.
While her hand on his dick felt nice, her handjob wasn't very good. She was gripping a bit too hard and not really moving that much.
"I've never done this before, is this ok?"
"You're a virgin?" asked John, slightly surprised. While he certainly didn't think of her as a slut, he had figured that someone as pretty as her had had a few boyfriends.
"Of course I am, I'm not a slut you know," she responded testily, not stopping her awkward manipulation of his dick. She was paying the handjob the minimum attention it required. "Sex is supposed to be for married people. My old boyfriend tried to talk me into it, but he dumped me when it was clear I wouldn't put out." She placed her free hand on her hip. "Excuse me for having values." |