Krysta Lends A Hand

07 June 2008

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Krysta treats Jack to some light relief

Krysta stared through the part open door. The reflection from the wardrobe mirror enabled her to see him lying on top of his bed; naked; his hand around his erection like a fist, moving up and down. The bedroom door had been left slightly ajar and as she passed on the landing she could hear muffled moans and curiosity had got the better of her causing her to stop and it was then that she saw his reflection. Krysta had never seen a man masturbating before.

She knew she should have walked by after all she disliked Jack like in one of those horror films she was drawn to the spectall. His eyes were closed and his face grimaced as the hand strokes got faster and faster. Krysta was mesmerised by the images playing out before her in the mirror. Hypnotised as Jack's efforts brought him close to orgasm; she could hear the slapping sounds of his hand against groin and she could hear his moans.

Despite her dislike of Jack Krysta felt the whole scene bizzarely erotic and she could feel her own excitement; sense that tingling and dampness between her own thighs, her breathing getting heavier. She could even feel a sense of sexual attraction towards him, which was strange because they did not get on at all.

Suddenly Krysta snapped out of her semi trance as Jack let out a loud groan and his body began to jerk; he was cumming. She watched as his spunk shot from his cock into the air and down onto his belly; first from a single emission and then from a steady flow pulsating from his cock. The amount shocked her, his belly seemed covered in it and his right hand overrun, it truly was an amazing scene. As he lay still but breathing heavy, blushing Krysta decided to move away and turned around. As she turned her footstep landed on a creaking board, she knew that his attention was on the door.

Sometime later Krysta was alone in the kitchen Jack ambled in, the kitchen was a large communal room for the three tenants to share, each had their own bedroom but the lounge and kitchen were shared.

"You could have given me privacy," Jack said, as she idly stirred her coffee.

Taken aback by her embarressment Krysta mumbled 'sorry' to him, which was out of character for her... She rarely apologised for anything but this time she felt in the wrong. Previously when they had argued words after he had accused her of taking his milk she had given as good as she got after all she had moved out to escape a domineering father, she was not going take it again from another older bloke.

Jack then threw in "I would have afforded you privacy if I had seen you with your vibrator,' Krysta snapped back 'How do you know I have a vibrator?..... "Because you have just told me!"

Krysta grabbed her coffee and stormed angrily out of the kitchen to her bedroom.

It was a couple of hours later when they found themselves in the kitchen alone again. "I am sorry for earlier," he told her.

"It’s okay," she told him. "It was my fault in the first place."

"Well let’s put it all behind us and be friends then," he said holding out his hand.

She shook it. She was beginning to warm to Jack now. She knew little about him, other than that he was separated from his wife and in his forties. He had moved into the block of flats four weeks ago, a week after she had moved in.

"I must get the landlord to fix that door as well," he told her. "It’s getting embarrassing." Krysta smiled.

They chatted some more as he made a coffee and then as he left he turned to her again. "Next time be a good neighbour and lend a hand," he laughed. Krysta laughed too.

A few days later when their paths crossed and found themselves alone together. Krysta had just come from college and Jack had just finished work. They chatted for a few minutes on the landing outside his flat and then as he turned to open his door he said, "Don’t fancy lending a hand do you?"

At first she didn’t understand what he wanted but then when he smiled she realised what he meant. She was shocked. "I would of course reciprocate!" he told her.

No one had ever propositioned her like this before. Lots of guys had asked her for dates, which in a roundabout way was a prelude to sex, but no one had ever been as direct as this before.

"Not a chance" she curtly answered shocked at his cheek.

But undeterred Jack said "I'm not asking to be your boyfriend.... After all I am forty three and you must be no more than eighteen?" adding. "I just fancy a bit of hand relief, that’s all!"

Krysta just didn’t know what to say. She thought he had been joking at first but she now realised that he was deadly serious. As she dithered he took her by the hand and guided her into his room.

"You can’t just go and ask someone you don’t know for a wank like that" she protested.