Your help...

"I think my headache is coming back, mind finishing that back-rub you were giving me?" Sara asks with slightly pouty lips.

"Yeah, sure." You respond, hopes resumed of getting more hands on with Sara. She turns away from you and lays down, face against the pillow. She move her bra straps off her shoulders, finally exposing her bare back. She throws it off to the side.

You move next to her side, keeping your distance you lean over her. You place your hands on Sara and begin. You make ripples across her flesh with each motion. She relaxes beneath your touch. After a few minutes you freely roam your hands across her bare back as you try to loosen her muscles. You reach around her side on occasion, testing limits without pushing too far.

Unexpectedly you think you hear a whimper. You keep working on her back until you are certain you hear another. You definitely hear her making noises into the pillow. You weren't working her that well you think. That's when you notice she has moved her arm opposite you beneath her. You work on her harder and riskier as she is blatantly pleasing herself in your company.

Emboldened, you massage up her sides to her softer tissues. You linger, wondering if she'll object. When she doesn't; you probe deeper, probing until you are no longer in back or side territory. You hear a muffled moan, but you continue, unsure who's handiwork is responsible. You change your pace, following her arm past her wrist, and and just beyond the waist of her jeans. As you hold it from behind, pressing down on the small of her back with your left. "Uh," she let's out, "What are you doing?" Her fingers stop moving.

"Just applying a little pressure to your back." You roll your knuckles against her. "Is this helping you out?" You ask without being too forward.

"Uhhh... Yes." She stutters, "but..." You put some weight down on her until she moves her fingers a little and whimpers again.

"I could stop if you want." You insincerely offer.

"No." She reacts quicker than even she expected. You keep rubbing her back and reach a little deeper into her pants. But in your haste you press yourself against her side. "What's that John?"

Realizing your mistake you pull back from her. She reaches out with her free hand and grabs your package. "Woah!"

She gives you a good squeeze. "Feels like someone is happy."

You give her other hand a squeeze in response. "Seems like someone was being naughty already." You continue, encountering how wet she is. "Quite naughty."

"You're right." She removes your hand and turns over onto her back, giving you full view of her bare chest and light brown nipples. "I was hoping you wouldn't notice." She grabs the front of your pants and pulls you back to her, "Probably like you were hoping I wouldn't notice this." She reaches in and takes hold of your member with one hand and strokes you inside your shorts. You reach out, cup her right breast, and flick her nipple teasingly. She looks up at you a little surprised by your boldness.

"Just returning the favor." You undo the first button and the zipper of her Jeans.

"Still just returning the favor?" She teases, as you begin to pull down her jeans. "Leave my panties on." She leans back, helping you get her jeans off. "You're turn." She unbuckles your jeans, you take off your shirt, she slides your pants off, boxers and all. Your cock pops out in front of her face. "Well, cock size isn't your problem." She comments as she strokes your shaft until it stands firmly erect. She sits back on the bed, getting a good view, of your erect cock and muscular build. "Girls are missing out on you."

"And look at you. I've never seen such a beautiful woman." She blushes a bit as you move towards her, holding her head with your left hand, you softly kiss her. "I'm sorry, your lips beckoned me in." You say, looking into her eyes.

"I guess I can forgive you."

Your hand traces down her arm to her waist. Your fingers momentarily linger at the edge of her panties. You look into Sara's eyes and bravely probe beneath the delicate fabric to slide a finger down her slit.

Sara, shocked by your new self assured attitude, smiles and leans back on her elbows looking you over. "You really are a surprise." She states "I had no idea, you'd be as built as you are, you hide yourself too well."

"And I never thought I'd be this lucky."

"Don't sell yourself short, you clearly have a lot to offer..." She trails off as she stares at your cock.

"I must, you couldn't even wait to pleasure yourself." You wink at her.

"I have been in a bit of a dry spell. And I wouldn't date another loser just to get out of it."

"You aren't so dry now..."

"Now, how about that?" Sara grins mischievously. "I guess we'll just have to solve both of our problems..."