She lets herself be guided, wrapping strong fingers around his erect member. Embarrassed though she is - and she is, her blush still hasn't fully subsided - she is also admittedly curious. She has seen penises before - if nothing else, she grew up in a household of men - but she has never seen an erection before tonight, much less touched one. There's genuine interest in the way she grips his cock and starts to move her hand up and down it, exploring.
It's softer than she expected - not soft in the sense of pliable, but soft like silk or velvet, the skin smooth and warm, moving over the hardness underneath. She runs her thumb over the head, marvelling inwardly at how different the skin feels there, how smooth and almost waxy. For a moment, she forgets her embarrassment, can even put aside her discomfort at how she might seem to him, in favour of her own interest. Despite her comment, the size does unsettle her a little - it's bigger than she anticipated, and quietly she's reassuring herself that men and women have been doing this for thousands of years, so it mustn't be as unlikely to fit as it appears.
Her fingers loosen, trail along the base of his cock, feeling the hard ridge underneath, until it gives way to the heavy hang of his balls. Curious, and looking back up at his face to see how he reacts, she pushes her hand back a little further and cups them in her palm, squeezing experimentally.
Again, she grew up in a house full of boys, and - not that she intends to let him know this - has been in more than a few scuffles with her brother and cousin. She's well aware of how sensitive that part of a man is when it comes to a knee or an elbow. It makes her wonder how sensitive it might be to other things.
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Date: 2020-05-13 01:24 am (UTC)It's softer than she expected - not soft in the sense of pliable, but soft like silk or velvet, the skin smooth and warm, moving over the hardness underneath. She runs her thumb over the head, marvelling inwardly at how different the skin feels there, how smooth and almost waxy. For a moment, she forgets her embarrassment, can even put aside her discomfort at how she might seem to him, in favour of her own interest. Despite her comment, the size does unsettle her a little - it's bigger than she anticipated, and quietly she's reassuring herself that men and women have been doing this for thousands of years, so it mustn't be as unlikely to fit as it appears.
Her fingers loosen, trail along the base of his cock, feeling the hard ridge underneath, until it gives way to the heavy hang of his balls. Curious, and looking back up at his face to see how he reacts, she pushes her hand back a little further and cups them in her palm, squeezing experimentally.
Again, she grew up in a house full of boys, and - not that she intends to let him know this - has been in more than a few scuffles with her brother and cousin. She's well aware of how sensitive that part of a man is when it comes to a knee or an elbow. It makes her wonder how sensitive it might be to other things.