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.”