A helping hand

Megan's eyes narrowed, not entirely sure why she wasn't running out of the house right then and there. Why couldn't she just control herself enough to say the words and leave?

"I don't know Mrs. B, this is a little ridiculous..."She began, breathing heavily, but Mrs. Bell interrupted her.

"You're telling me!" She began, stepping up to her young neighbor, "How have I known you this long and never heard about this?"

Mrs. Bell ran her finger across her cock, making it jump in anticipation, and Megan gasped at the contact.

"First you bring me in here, strip down and ask me about a skimpy cheer outfit, and now you want me to...." The words fizzled as they left her mouth. She was trying her best to be angry, to intimidate, but her focus quickly narrowed to the hand that was now stroking her cock through her jeans.

"I just want to see it," Her neighbor smiled, "Now tell me if you want me to stop."

Megan's cock was painfully hard as she began to unbutton and unzip her jeans. This was the first time any adult besides her parents had seen her cock, she was barely able to contain her mixture of embarrassment and arousal.

"I don't have any condoms..." Megan said, not entirely sure how far this was going to go.

"Don't get ahead of yourself," Mrs. Bell laughed, kneeling to pull Megan's pants down to her ankles, "I said I wanted to see it."

Stroking it with her hand, her babysitter's cock was about as long as her husband's at 7 inches, but it was much thicker at it's base. What surprised her most was Megan's intact foreskin. Clarissa had only ever seen an uncut cock in person once, and that was back in college. It was strange to see back then, and even more strange to see now, in addition to the fact that the cock was attached to a beautiful young woman. Megan whimpered quietly as she stroked along her length, taking a moment each time to enjoy pulling her foreskin past the tip of her cock, for the simple novelty of it. Soon she could see precum oozing from the tip of the young girl's cock. She wondered how long she would last. She also wanted to taste it to see if it was normal, but that brought up a bigger question.

"Do you...cum?"

"What do you mean?" Megan asked in a haze, but realized what she was asking, "I don't spray every where it that's what you're asking, but I do cum."

"So you drip, but you don't ejaculate?" Her babysitter nodded.

Mrs. Bell was almost disappointed. After thinking it through though, she didn't need another mess to clean up. Now that she had no mess to avoid, she stroked Megan harder, and faster. The girl moaned and braced her hands on Clarissa's shoulders. It had been a long time since Clarissa had given a simple handjob, and she was glad that she hadn't lost the touch for it. Megan's precum had dripped down onto her hand and wrist by this point, so she switched hands and tried a taste. It seemed normal enough: light, salty, and slightly viscous. Megan groaned deeply and her hips bucked as she watched. Mrs. Bell blinked, she'd just about missed her neighbor's orgasm because there was nothing coming out. A wet drip rolled down Megan's thigh though, and that was something she was very familiar with.

"Megan," She said, standing up, "I hope this won't make things too awkward between us. Your secret is safe with me."

Megan could only nod as her cock softened. She pulled her jeans up and tucked her half hard shaft into her belt loop to leave. Things couldn't be more awkward than this moment, so she unlocked her neighbor's bedroom door and left as quickly as she could.