Handjob

Sandy sits, her brown eyes locked on you, you almost can't help but feel a rabbit paralysed by a fox. She uncrossed her legs, keeping them together and her red lips curved into a smile that invites so much more. She taps the palms of her hand on her thighs. "Why don't you take a seat here honey?" You nod and obediently turn to gently lower youself onto her lap. You feel her breasts against your back as Sandy's hands circle around you. She rests them on your thighs, her thumbs pressing gently and making circles against the material of your jeans. "Such a good boy for me." She almost whispers. You feel her lips brushing against your skin of your ear.

Her hands slide up your jeans, sliding over a growing bulge, you hear a soft appreciative hum from her. He hands meet at your waistband where they begin to fiddle with the button. She deftly releases it and pulls down the zipper. One hand gently pulls up your shirt, he nails delicately tracing over the skin just above your waistband, before sliding down, under the layers of fabric and over your curly hairs.

You feel her fingers circle around your shaft and she begins to gently squeeze, enticing you to full erection. She kisses up your neck to your ear and whispers to you. "My good boy Farmer. Getting so hard for me." She gently licks your ear, and then squeezes.

You tense in her lap as she starts to stroke up and down your shaft. "Relax for me, relax into me, there you go~" Her hand stokes up and down your throbbing member, squeezing as she works. Your breathing becomes faster as she expertly works you. "Are you going to erupt in your pants for me sweetie?" Her soft laughter right beside you. Her breasts pressed against your back jiggling with the motion. Her hand now wrapped around your throbbing shaft as she pumps it up and down. "I want you too. I want you to make a mess for me, can you do that?" You mutely nod, hardly talkative at the rest of times you find no way you could form words right now. "Good boy." She takes her hand from your pants and you raise your hips in an instinctive attempt to follow it. Sandy laughs and the sound of it is so seductive. She brings her hand, palm up to her mouth and spits on it. Her beautiful red lips making the action erotic even without you knowing what it was for. She slides her hand back down and you moan as she grasps you tightly once more.

Sandy's lubricated hand slides easily up and down you, each pump pushing you closer as she speeds her rhythm. "Are you close my good boy?" At her encouraging whisper in your ear you nod, and your cock starts to twitch. "Oh, go on sweetie, come for me." The pleasure feels like an eruption through your body. You tense against Sandy and she holds you tightly with one arm while her hand doesn't pause in pumping up and down your shaft. You pump out your sticky seed into your pants while Sandy continues to whisper encouragement into your ear. As you finish she keeps pumping, squeezing every last drop out of you. She grin at you, stretches around a little to place a gentle kiss on your lips which she holds for a second. She pulls her hand up, a small percentage of your seed on her fingers which she licks up. Her red lips sealing around her fingers as she sucks them clean. Most of your cum is still in your pants though and she reaches down and does them up once more.

You shakily stand, "Now I know you'll come back." She laughs, you look at her amazed. But she she just gestures with her head to the door, clearly enjoying herself. She delicately bites the nail of her thumb as she looks you up and down once more. "You'll just have to visit me more often so I don't get depressed..."

You make you way out of the store, you look back from the door and she delicately kisses her own hand and blows it to you. You walk in the desert a little to recover your composure and try to avoid looking at Pam or having her look too closely at you as you get on the bus back home.