A Helping Hand

With his fingers thrust harder and faster inside her and the palm of his hand pressed against her clitoris she was screaming inside. When her climax finally came it was a relief, not just as a release from sexual tension, but also as a release from agony of holding back. She could not have held out any longer and her fingers were very painful from the biting.

For a few minutes, after his hand was withdrawn, she sat back breathing heavily as she recovered and regained her composure. It was only when she fastened her slacks up that she turned and looked at him. He smiled as she mouthed a 'thank you' to him before leaving for the toilet to freshen up. As she opened the door after finishing she suddenly found him standing there and before she knew it the door had closed behind them. They stood facing each other for a few moments, as if waiting to see what each other's reaction would be, then he moved forward to kiss her. She didn't want to take it any further, for her full sex was out of the question but she knew that he was aroused and she felt she owed him a debt of gratitude. Gently pushing him back she reached down for his trouser belt.

He was quick to realise that this was as far as she wanted to take it and so he stood back and allowed her to loosen his trousers and taken down his briefs. Cara was surprised at his size. It was bigger than Mike's and under different circumstances she might well have been tempted to let him fuck her, but now was not the time or place. As she gripped his shaft and began moving her hand backwards and forwards she thought back to her teen days when she used to masturbate her boyfriends in the earlier stages of her relationships. She had never been one to fuck on her first date and would spend weeks getting to know her boyfriends intimately before having full sex with them. Some would never last the course but those that stayed the distance used to compliment her on her hand jobs. Cara loved to look at their faces as they became more and more aroused. The grimaces and facial contortions as they approached their climaxes excited her. It was almost as if they were in agony and in the throes of some tortuous event. Then would follow the sighs and the moans, followed by the groans, that grew louder and louder to a crescendo as they climaxed.

This stranger was no exception. She looked up at him as he leant back against the sink, eyes closed, face distorted and groaning softly as her hand moved backwards and forwards. She could tell from the droplets of pre-cum forming on his large purple tip that he was already very aroused.

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