She had the door locked. “Ooh, I like your manners.” She came over and helped him lie down.
He decided that if she was happy, he should ask his question now. “Umm…may I ask another question?”
She was untaping his diaper and pulling it down. Her cold wipe came out. “Of course, sweetheart,” she cooed.
He felt the cool sensation across his underneath area, then down, down, encircling his member. And gently wiping, and wiping…was she lingering a little? He felt himself stiffen quickly. Uh-oh. His hands instinctively flew down to cover himself.
“Ah—no hands,” she said, lightly smacking his hands. Embarrassed, but mindful of staying on her good side—he’d need that in a moment, he reluctantly moved his arms back up above his head. She could see what was happening, and apparently either didn’t mind, or—more likely, given her reaction—had intended it. What did that mean?! he wondered, growing anxious.
It was wrong to let her touch him, at least like this. But he had let her do it before, so correcting her would be awkward, and he surely didn’t want to argue right before negotiating. He gulped and tried to think about anything else other than his growing excitement. That was turning out to be impossible. Her touch felt amazing!
“What is it?” she asked, her brow furrowed in mock concern. Her fingers were not leaving him. He felt them tickle him a little, running up and down the shaft, touching under the head. No one had ever gently teased him this way, and it felt so nice.
He was lost in the sensation. What was she asking him? “Umm…”
“Your question. What can I answer for you?” She had him at full erection now, and gently touched him to keep his attention, but not so much as to stimulate him any closer to joyfulness. Her touch was tender but almost teasing, not taking him so far that he felt he might lose control. He wondered idly if she might have done this before.