Mirnda sighed again. “It was…OK. Thank you for asking. You’re a very sweet boy.”
Jack stretched out and pulled a face.
“You alright, babe? Still sore?”
Jack nodded.
“Where’s it hurt, honey?”
Jack was tempted to reply that his dick was hurting and needed stroking, but he resisted, indicating instead that his legs and back hurt. Mirnda moved a little closer to him and put her hand on his upper belly. Jack’s dick was still hard and she was inches away. “Want me to give you some quick relief?”
“Would that be appropriate, Mirnda?” Jack said jokingly.
‘”Jack!” Mirnda said, laughing. “You are such a bad boy!” Her hand made little figure eights on his belly and chest.
“I’m the bad one? After our little car journey together…?” Jack couldn’t help but bring it up. It had been on his mind constantly and they never mentioned it since it happened, three or four nights before.
“You’re right. I’m sorry about that, Jack. I was…”
“Turned on?”
“That’s not what I was going to say.”
Jack knew it was true though. He moved in a little closer towards her and intentionally made a pained face again, hoping she would volunteer a little massage. It worked.
“OK, babe. You’re obviously in distress. Let me try a few pressure points on your legs.” Jack nodded, trying not to appear too keen, but his heart was racing. Jack started to shift on to his front, but Mirnda stopped him, saying he could stay like he was if he was OK with it. Jack was. Without hesitation, she put her hand on his thigh and started massaging him.
“Ooh, yeah, you are tense baby,” Mirnda said, but Jack was more aroused than anything. He was rock solid and ready to explode. “Spread out a little, please,” Mirnda whispered, and Jack did as she commanded, only adding to his erotic fervor.
Mirnda moved her hand down to his inner thigh and started working it. Involuntarily, Jack let out a moan.
“Feel good, baby?” she said and Jack nodded, barely able to speak. Her hand moved up his leg and brushed up against his balls. She quickly moved her hand down again. “Babe…are you naked?”
Jack pulled an awkward face, nodded and said, “Yeah…sorry.”
“There’s no need to apologize, babe. It was just a surprise, that’s all.” Mirnda didn’t seem too phased and started kneading his inner thigh once more, working her way up his balls again. He never experienced such bliss, nor more erotic frustration.
Jack’s cock was engorged, waiting to squirt his hot goo all over her hand, but she didn’t go near it. Jack looked at her face and she smiled at him. Her fingers brushed against his balls again, but her eyes showed no sign of acknowledgment. She did it again as she worked hard on his inner thigh.
“Mirnda…” Jack started to speak.
“Uh huh” Mirnda whispered enigmatically.
“I…” Jack wanted to ask to finish him off, but Jack couldn’t get the nerve up. She looked at him and took her hand off his thigh.
“I know what you want, Jack.”
Jack just lay there feeling like a frustrated clown. Mirnda put her head on his shoulder and cuddled up, her hand across his chest.
“Put on a movie, babe” Mirnda said softly and Jack grabbed the remote and put on the TV. Mirnda didn’t look up, so Jack watched a movie passively and felt lame. Jack looked down at Mirnda and her eyes were closed. She let out a little sigh and he thought she might be asleep.
