Ch. 10

Instead of thinking about how I could get rid of this increasing stiffness, I just hoped to be able to distract myself somehow, so that it would not come to the catastrophe and the associated ejaculation or she could get the idea to get up now . This would reveal my tent that I had already set up and that would be very uncomfortable for me. But to take the game a little further, she pretended to be uncomfortable from time to time and only moved so much that she could be sure that my pants would hear every movement, which accordingly a short rearing up of my increasingly stiff penis and the corresponding stab in her back was acknowledged.

On the verge of panic, I leaned forward a little to whisper in her ear "If you continue like this, a misfortune will happen", which she in turn not only encouraged with a cheeky grin but of course, mainly encouraged by this admission, with some almost jerky movements acknowledged. But just enough that it stimulated me, but couldn't really be perceived by the others. What she did not consider, and at least could not have known, was how far I really was already and what kind of response her movements actually had on me.

Lars and David had meanwhile joined the conversation of the three and so Steffi could more or less withdraw from it a little to concentrate on other things. Again, almost desperate, I leaned forward a little, which also relieved me a little in the pants area because she automatically had to lean forward a bit to say "Please stop. I'm really right there and can't do much longer hold back "whispering in my ear. With a little relief I noticed that the others were now so engrossed in a discussion that they no longer took any notice of us. What I had not considered, according to my desperate revelation, was that she had intended just that,

My inner despair grew immeasurably. However, there was something else that I could feel more comfortably. The closer she got to the scene with her fingers, the more this good feeling spread inside me. Even my pants, which have now grown to full size, did not escape this finger play and so I already felt a slight, steadily swelling pulling in my testicles paired with slight twitches that drove through my almost painful and quite hard penis. When she finally got there with her hand and started massaging a little, it was almost over to me. Apparently she only noticed what she was doing and ended the massage. I just wanted to sit down a little relieved, more relaxed, when I noticed how her fingers swiftly and purposefully opened the zipper of my Bermuda shorts. Panic seized me again and this time even played to me a little, because my erection slackened a little.

One could not speak of relief, however, because her small and tender fingers were now looking for a way to get my boxer shorts out of the way in order to help the still rather stiff penis towards freedom, which, to my regret, she had quickly achieved . She took it in her hand right at the lowest point of my shaft and began to push it through a little and massage it again in a relaxed manner. As if that wasn't exciting enough, she made a hollow back and stretched her head backwards, supported on my chest, so that she could watch me while she was able to massage my love dispenser, which was now stiffened to full size, faster and more powerfully.