Sherrie

Sherrie entered the room, walking over to John. She placed the first aid kid on the floor, and kneeled in front of him. He took the moment to ogle her large tanned breasts, her short blonde hair falling in wisps in front of her face.

"Oh dear!", Sherri exclaimed, "those thorns really did a number on you! You poor poor baby"

She was running her hands over his thighs, checking his wounds. After pulling a few thorns out with tweezers, she rubbed some lotion on the scrapes. Her hand felt silky on his thigh, causing his penis to stir.

"OH!", Sherri hissed, "That's a big one!" She reached down and grabbed her tweezers again, "I am not sure how I missed it!" She once again worked at pulling a thorn, her hands pressing against him. The back of her hand resting against his balls.

"That's a good boy!", Sherri said. Her eyes locked onto his. "My, My, John, you are so tense. Let me see if I can help"

Her hand grabbed his cock firmly, causing him to sit bolt upright at the shock of it all. She slowly pumped her hand in up and down motions, twisting her wrist. "There we go... Let's get some of this tension out..."

"Mrs Wheeler...", John began to say.

"Shhhhh....", Sherri said, pressing one long finger to his lips as her hand still slowly worked him over.

What she said next caused him to squirm as the pressure began to build in his balls.