Clare put her hand out and grasped my erection through her knickers. It was like an electric shock, and I gasped and gave a moan!
She looked closely at my stiff cock in her hand, and murmured, “It’s really hard, isn’t it! Is it always as hard as that when you’re worked up?”
“Yes, always,” I gasped. “But if you’re going to hold it will you do it more gently?”
“Oh, sorry,” she said. She relaxed her grip. “Is that better?” She gave it a little rub, and I just gulped, and nodded ‘yes!’
In fact it was the most amazingly exciting thing I’d ever experienced since my first orgasm a few years before! Wearing girls’ knickers, having a hard on in them, and being masturbated by a girl, was definitely my kind of excitement!
I could see that Clare was getting turned on by what was happening. Her face was slightly red and she was breathing hard. Her other hand strayed between her legs for a moment before she realised that I could see her. After a while I took her hand away from my cock.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, looking a little hurt. “Don’t you like it?”
“I like it too much,” I whispered. “If you don’t stop there’s going to be an accident soon!”
“What sort of accident?” She whispered in return.
“There’ll be a terrible mess in these knickers in a moment if you keep going, and then your mother will find out what we’ve been doing!”
“Oh, mummy won’t find out. I’m sure she has forgotten all about my old knickers up here. They’re very old, and I don’t wear them very often now.”
I was thrilled to hear her mentioning her knickers so affectionately, and my cock throbbed even more. She gently squeezed it and continued gently massaging it. I was very relieved that she now seemed almost as guilty as I was, and I wasn’t going to stop her from giving me such a wonderful feeling. I decided to lie back and enjoy the touch of her hand!
Needless to say, it didn’t take long! I groaned with pleasure as my orgasm started. I could feel the hot cum rising and squirting into her wonderful knickers, and I almost passed out with its intensity.
