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Booth Duty
Date: 8/4/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: verytrustedsource, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories
breathing was becoming more and more strained and I began slowly grinding my ass against his knee. I was getting closer and closer to an orgasm. Then he stopped moving and the pressure against my perineum eased as he said, "There's a small cut in your scalp. It's about a quarter inch long. There's not much of a bump, thank goodness." “There’s nothing more that I can see. Head wounds always bleed a lot and that makes them look a lot worse than they really are. The ice seems to have reduced the swelling though. It’s going to be tender for the next couple of days but I think you’re all right. I have quite a bit of first aid and I’d say that you’re fine. I can still take you to the hospital if you want, but they’ll probably just examine you and prescribe a couple of aspirin for the pain.” “I’ll wait a bit,” I said in a soft voice - tingling all over from an interrupted orgasm. “I don’t like hospitals very much so if I can avoid going I’d be a lot happier. Could you get me a towel, please?” “Sure,” he said and he tried to stand up. Then I heard, "Shit. I'm stuck. I can't push myself up. Can you help me?" "Sure," I gasped. "Hang on. I'll push you up," I said in a strained voice. I moved my hands to the edge of the tub and arched my back to push myself up. I felt his semi-hard cock against my back. I continued to push myself up feeling his weight and his cock on my back. Finally I felt his weight lift off my body. I turned to sit on the toilet and Neil handed me a towel from the ... towel rack. I noticed a bulge in his briefs as I took the towel from him. Try as I might to keep my eyes away from it I couldn’t do it. I took the towel from him and started to dry my hair. Feeling pain I said, “Neil. I hate to ask you but … could you help me dry my hair? I can’t see what I’m doing and I keep rubbing the sore spot.” “Sure,” he replied hesitantly as I turned to face away from him. He took the towel from me and started to dry the back of my head. As he leaned over me to dry the top of my head I dropped my head some forcing him to lean against me even more. As his cock touched me I felt him jerk away. When he jerked away he ran the towel over my sore spot. I jumped and said, “Uh. That’s the sore spot.” “Sorry,” he said. He continued to dry the top, back and sides of my head. After a minute or so he said, “I think that’s all I can do with a towel. Can you turn around so I can do the front of your head?” I rotated on the toilet so I was facing him. As he began drying my hair I found that I was looking at his cock tenting out his briefs. I closed my eyes to stop looking at it. As he finished up he said, “That’s all I can do with a towel. You’ll have to do the rest with the blow dryer. As I opened my eyes, I was greeted by the sight of his hard cock sticking out of the top of his briefs. When I saw it my eyes went back up to his as I gasped, “Oh!” He looked down and, when he saw his exposed cock head, his hand moved to cover it as he said, "Sorry Jane. It's just ... ...