One Friday morning of a "weekend" I was getting dressed and was just about to slip into a dress when I heard a loud crash and moan coming from the main bathroom. I dropped my blouse and rushed out to see what had happened. I ran into the bathroom. Jimmy was lying in the floor bleeding from a cut on his head. He had slipped when getting out of the shower and was laying on the floor, naked, moaning in pain.
I grabbed a towel and held it on the cut to help stop the bleeding. I comforted him for a few minutes, grabbed a few towels, ran some cold water on them and said, "Let me help you. You need to lie down for a while until I can get the bleeding stopped."
I helped him to his feet and led him to his bedroom. I had him lie down and covered him with a sheet. I sat down on the bed and had him put his head in my lap so I could tend to the cut.
The cut was on the back of his head, so I had him turn and face me so I could apply a cold compress. I leaned over him to examine the cut. I could see it wasn't serious. Scalp wounds, even minor ones, tend to bleed a lot but I could see it had in fact already stopped bleeding. Holding Jimmy very close, I gently washed the blood out of his hair.
That morning, as a surprise for later that afternoon, I had put on a push up demi bra. With his head in my lap I could feel his breath on my breasts. I didn't notice that while I was cleaning his cut, my bra strap had slipped off my shoulder and the cup had fallen away from my right breast. I felt Jimmy shift position. I though he was doing it to make it easier to clean his hair, when I felt his lips on my nipple. I was shocked but it felt so good.
"Jimmy," I whispered,"take comfort at my breast. It will make you feel better."
I looked down at him. The look on his face told me he was receiving comfort at my breast.
I could feel my nipples getting hard. I was experiencing sensations I had never felt before. I felt the beginnings of a strange sensation in my lions. I could not believe the waves of pleasure I was experiencing when he swirled his tongue around my nipple. After what seemed like hours, I pulled his mouth from my breast. We were both breathing heavily.
He looked looked up at me.
"Jimmy," I said, as I slipped the other bra strap down,"I have two breasts." As I exposed the nipple, he hungrily started to suck and the waves of pleasure continued
I glanced down at him, looking so happy and content when I noticed the sheet. It looked lIke a tent sticking out of his groin and I wondered what it was. I reached out and when I touched it I realized it was his erect penis! It must have gotten hard as he was receiving comfort at my breasts.
I had never touched a penis. I reached out. I took it in my hand and it seemed to get bigger. I could feel it throbbing, see the head bulging out under the sheet. Jimmy moaned as I ran my hand down the shaft. I could feel a vein on the underside. I took my hand off and slipped it under the sheet. It was hot. I started to stroke it gently up and down. Jimmy moaned and squirmed as he kissed and sucked my breasts. He started to thrust in my hand. I wondered how much pain his penis would inflict if we tried to reproduce.
While I was playing with Jimmy's
penis and he was kissing and caressing my breasts, I felt a strange sensation growing in my groin. My panties were soaking wet, probably I thought, from Jimmy's hair where I had washed the blood out but they seemed to be getting wetter. My nipples were hard points. My breath was ragged. I had no idea what was happening to me. I thought I might be having a heart attack but it just felt so good I didn't want to make him stop.
Suddenly he pulled away. "Stop, please stop," he begged.
"You want me to stop?" I said as I held his penis.
"No. I mean yes. No I mean yes. If you don't stop I will sow my seed in your hand and that will be a sin." he said plaintively, looking up at me.
I pulled my hand away from his penis, pulled up my bra straps and gently put my very sensitive breasts back in the cups.
"Jimmy, something is wrong with me. I'm short of breath and a bit dizzy. My panties are soaked and they feel very uncomfortable. I'm going to my room to change into a fresh pair. How are you feeling?" I asked.
"Better," he said, "but I'm a bit dizzy as well. I can't seem to catch my breath either. Maybe you should lie down until you feel better."
"But my panties.."
"It's OK, you can take them off. I won't look," he said, "I don't want you to faint, fall and hurt yourself. Slip under the sheet so I can't see."