Go for the gold

"Are you suuuuuurrrrrreeeee you want me to leave?" you ask seductively as you step towards her, and consequently out of the closet, grabbing her hand that is still pointing towards the door and guiding it down towards your shorts, placing it on the outlining bulge. You smile and give her a wink.

"Oh." she gasps at the feel of your cock in her hand. She starts to pull her hand away, but your hand holds her touch against your cock. Her fingers unconsciously examine the shaft as best it can through the fabric.

"I guess I can go," letting go of her hand, allowing her hand to move off if she desires. "If that's what you really want." you say, taking a step closer to her making it appear as if you are trying to get by her and to the door.

Her hand suprisingly doesn't leave your cock, even though your hand is no longer holding it there. In fact the grip becomes tighter and she has begun to slowly stroke it through your shorts. With a thud, her dildo drops to the floor and her other hand reaches up and presses against your chest to stop you from moving forward.

"I..." she stammers "I don't want you to leave." she says, biting her bottom lip, the embarrassed crimson now gone from her cheeks as she gets a little more comfortable with the situation.

"Well what is it you want from me little lady?" you daringly ask, reaching down to her hand that is gently stroking your cock through your fabric covered shorts, guiding it inside your waistband, allowing her small hand to grip the full skin of your throbbing cock. You look into her eyes and and can see her nervousness, but you've made the first move, you've put yourself out there and removed all doubt as to what it is you want from her. Now all she has to do is let it happen.