She opened the door gently, one towel wrapped around her body and held at her chest and one wrapped around her long hair. She smiled weakly.
“Hey,” she began, a little unsure, as she approached me on the bed. I was lying comfortably on my back with my left hand propping up my head and my right hand gently stroking my half-erect cock. “How are you doing?”
“I’m doing just fine,” I responded with a confident smile. “How’re you doing, babe? Still interested in giving me a handjob?”
She didn’t respond, but glanced at me from head to toe with an anxious look in her eyes.
After a silent several seconds, she demurred. “Sorry honey. I know I said I was going to, and I know you got me off before I took a shower. But now I’m all clean, and don’t really feel like doing sexual stuff right now.”
I could feel the pang of disappointment in my chest, but did my best not to show it on my face. “That’s okay,” I replied, my voice cracking a bit. I smiled but avoided looking her in the eyes. “Another time.”
“Yeah. Another time,” she concurred. She blew me a kiss and rubbed my leg for a couple of seconds before getting up and milling around the room, looking for her clothes.
She dropped the towel she had wrapped around her body onto the floor. My dick lurched in my hand, and I felt a light bulb in my head light up. “Is it okay if I jerk off watching you?”
She looked at me with a confused smile and tilted her head, thinking for a moment. “Would it hurt if you stopped?”
My heart sank a little lower again, and I removed my hand from my erection. “No, it wouldn’t hurt.”
She continued pacing around, picking up a t-shirt from her laundry bin, then a pair of socks from the floor. She let out a soft sigh and smiled, and then looked away from me. “Go ahead, sweetie. I want you to be satisfied.”
I felt a jolt of electricity run through me, but I tried to not look too excited. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel pressured, and you don’t owe me anything.”
“You’re sweet,” she replied. “Don’t worry about it. Go ahead and jerk off to me. I’m your girlfriend, after all. You can jerk off to my body and cum while looking at me. You’re allowed to.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I started pumping myself hard and fast, and my soft cock stood straight up again.
She gazed at me, drinking in the sight while putting on her shirt, and giggled. “Sorry. I guess I’m giving you the opposite of a strip show.”
I could feel myself getting close already. “Is it weird that I’m extremely turned on by this?”
“Maybe? It’s not bad weird though. Just a little strange.”
Then she pulled up her tight green panties around her legs, the soft cotton material slowly covering her beautiful snow-white virgin pussy lips and wisps of blond pubic hair, and I came immediately. I came in great thick spurts, oozing semen all over my thigh and her bedsheets. I came while groaning loudly and staring at her ass.
She beamed at me with pride and affection in her eyes. She picked up a hand towel from her basket, and then leaned over to kiss my cheek. Her bra-less breasts smothered my face. She then reached down with her towel and cleaned me up while I laid there in a grateful, blissed-out daze. “I’m a very lucky girl,” she cooed.
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