Do what he’s doing

You don’t have enough time to think this through, the first idea that flashes through your head is the one you go with. You move forward a bit, pausing his action. If you weren’t responding out of panic, this may have been your chance to move back and potentially talk your way out of this. That unfortunately, isn’t the response you come to. Instead you reach your own hand out, laying it flat against his leg.

The two of you remain still for a moment, almost as if he was just as surprised by your action as you were. He looks into your eyes as you begin to realize you don’t really have a full plan of attack. You start to move your hand in the same way he moved his as you see a smile appear on his face.

A feeling of relief hits you as he pulls his hand off of your leg. That feeling is short lived however, as he takes that hand and places it on yours. He grips it gently, but strong enough to take control, moving it up his thigh towards his crotch. He leans back, spreading his legs slightly as he places your hand against an obvious bulge.

You do your best to hold back your panic, as you feel a slight motion from underneath the material of his pants. You don’t have to think much as he continues to guide your hand, pushing it harder against him as he begins to slowly move it back and forth. The movement under your hand becomes even more obvious as you feel it grow. He continues to move you against the increasing length as it starts to expand down his pant leg. You don’t resist, allowing him to fully guide your actions as your hand continues to caress him. Even through his clothing, you can feel a strong warmth against your palm, as the bulge continues to get even bigger. You soon feel his hand pull away, leaving you alone to control your own movements. This changes nothing, as you can only think to keep going, gently stroking him.

You can’t believe this is happening, in fact you’re unsure if you are even fully processing exactly what is happening. A part of you keeps waiting for something to stop it, to stop you, though you don’t have a clear idea of what that would be. You simply continue, feeling your hand start to grip around the growing mass as it moves.

“Mhmm!” You hear him sigh as you look to see his head tilting back, enjoying your touch.

You soon feel him move again, not just the part of him under your hand, but his whole body. He sits up slightly, causing you to pause. He moves his hand back down to yours, this time pushing it to the side.

For a moment you think this is it, he’s stopping it. That is until his hand moves towards the zipper of his pants. For some reason, you don’t think to look away as he pulls it down, opening his fly. With his other hand, he reaches in, soon pulling out what you previously could only assume was there. His cock is large and thick and seemingly not even standing at full mass. Your hand is only next to it and you can feel the heat radiating from it.

Again, panic fills you, stopping your mind from forming anything close to a sound response. You feel your hand reaching out before you can stop it, grabbing hold of the monstrous member. You feel the full warmth in your grasp, as it grows and hardens even more. You don’t know what else to do but stroke it, slowly moving your hand up and down maintaining a gentile grip. It’s a strange sensation, obviously you’ve done this to yourself before, but doing it to some one else feels like a completely new experience. You watch the bulging red tip disappear and reemerge from behind your fingers as you move into a full, repetitive, stroking motion.

You only realize you haven’t looked away from the cock in your hand when you feel a finger underneath your chin. It lifts your head high enough to see the man it belongs to smiling a smile you’ve never seen from another man. Keeping you there, he leans in, bringing his lips to yours. You feel yourself hesitate slightly at first, but ultimately relax your lips, allowing him to spread them with his own. This has all gone too far for stopping now to make any sense. You feel his tongue pass through, sliding against your own. Before you know it, you’re kissing him back, receiving his tongue with yours as your hand continues to pump up and down on his now fully stiff shaft.

You feel his hands move to your sides, exploring your body as your mouth and hand remain busy. You feel them venturing from your sides towards your back, pulling your body even closer to his. Your mind is too overwhelmed to focus on everything that’s happening, allowing his hand to slide up under your shirt unnoticed. That is until you feel his fingers seemingly moving with purpose, pulling back a thin strap.

You feel your body tense as reality once again hits you. He’s trying to unhook your bra. He’s trying to get access to your breasts that you don’t have. As soon as those gel filled sacks fall to the floor, all of this will have been for nothing. Once again, you’re forced to act, but what can you do?