Ask For A Helping Hand

"Could you towel me off?" You ask Doe. She whips around, eyes wide.

"W-what?" She coughs, as if **** on the air she is breathing.

"Towel me off. You know, get me dry." You reply.

"Y-You can do it yourself, can't you?" She asks meekly. Her eyes are dancing with both fear and some arousal, which makes you grin wider.

"Probably. But you owe me for that slap back there. Dry my body and we'll call it even."

"I think I'd prefer the slap back." She says, but grabs the towel anyway. "Okay, but I'm doing this fast, got it? We have work to do."

"Whatever you say." You shrug. Doe sighs and, her face flushed, she gets to her feet and starts rubbing the towel to your chest. You notice, with some satisfaction, that your body is a lot more toned in this world then in reality. The way her hand is tracing your muscles makes you realize that Doe is noticing it too.

You look down at her as she dries off your arms. You begin to notice the small differences between her body here and in the real world too. Although her face and a few other key qualities are practically the same, she is a little bit shorter and her skin is more tanned. The maid outfit certainly suits her and you are liking the idea of her cleaning your body dressed like that. As she works down your abdomen, you can feel your own arousal growing.

"Oh, God." You hear her mutter as she notices your cock growing. "Seriously?"

"What can I say? You're doing a good job." You laugh. Her cheeks gets even redder as she skips you crotch and dries your legs, getting on her knees to do them easier. Taking a deep breath, she finally decides to move on to the more embarrassing areas. She starts by drying off your lower back, then your ass, then finally wrapping your erection and balls in the towel. One hand is cupping your balls and rubbing them lightly and the other is softly patting your cock.

"This is mortifying." She whispers, but you notice she hasn't stopped. In fact, she instead wraps her fingers around the shaft and begins to stroke it slowly. Her head turns upward and she looks up at you. Your eyes connect she her hand is working your hard cock.

"Wow...that feels good." You moan out loud. She immediately stops.

"O-okay. You're dry. Time to move on." She says quickly, moving her hands away.

"What? No, come on!" You exclaim. "Just a little longer, please!"

"I think we need to get to work, John." She looks away from you, trying to fight the blush filling her face.

"You promised you'd do what I want if I help you." You remind her. "Besides, I can't concentrate like this." You motion toward your erection, which the towel is still draped over. "You riled me all up, Doe."

"You do look riled up." She agrees, her eyes refusing to leave your naked body. She gulps audibly. "All right. But be quick, okay?"

"First time a girl has ever said that to me." You laugh. Doe doesn't as her shaking hands take back up their previous positions on the towel. She begins stroking you again still as tenderly as before, and her other hand fondles your balls. You groan as she gives you a wonderful, if not slightly awkward handjob. You know she won't continue for long, so you don't hold back at all and try to bring about your orgasm quicker. You look down into the massive amount of cleavage spilling out of the top of her maid uniform. You wish you could put your erection in there.

She feels your balls tighten in her hand, so Doe strokes you slightly faster and harder. You groan at the feeling and concentrate on it. It doesn't take long to build up the orgasm and not wanting to hold back, let it wash over you. Your legs shake as you let loose a load of cum into the towel. It seems it wasn't well wrapped in the front, as some of it gets out in the air and lands on Doe's tits. She gasps as the warm liquid hits the skin of her breasts, but she doesn't stop rubbing you until you've finished.

"Ahhhh." You exhale sharply, letting out the breath you didn't know you were holding. "That was nice."

"I can't believe you came on me..." Doe mumbles, but she doesn't sound upset about it. She notices you looking at her and she quickly takes the cum-soaked towel from around your junk and uses it to wipe the semen off her chest. "Feel better?" She asks, letting the annoyance in her voice show.

"Indeed." You grin and grab the warm, dry shorts waiting for you. "Let's go save us a fairy tale."