“Don’t worry Martha. If you don’t see what you like, I understand. I never push my stuff on someone. Just relax and take your time. Sometimes it’s just nice to look.”
I saw him wink as I looked up at him.
“Here, how about if we put this one on your neck and you can see how it looks next to your skin?” he was saying as he rose with a beautiful wide gold necklace in his hand.
“OK, maybe that’s a good idea.” I watched him move, his robe now slightly open. As he stood and moved, his penis swung in and out of view.
I sat almost frozen, looking at myself in the mirrored wall opposite me. Looking at Martin now standing by my shoulder, fixing the necklace around my neck. I saw in the mirror his robe separating, his penis now brushing against my arm; bare because of the sleeveless blouse I wore.
“How do you like it Martha? Go ahead, touch it. Have you ever seen one like it?”
“No. Never. It’s so big. I’ve never seen one so big.” I turned my head to the side as I spoke, staring at his penis rubbing against my shoulder, observing his scrotum for the first time. It to was large. Large but much smoother than Tom’s wrinkled sack.
‘Thank you. I think your petite beauty makes it look larger than it is. Touch it if you want.”
“The…uh…necklace?”
“Whatever you want, Martha. You do want to feel it don’t you?”
“Uh huh.” I wrapped my fingers around it. I felt it begin to harden at my touch. I knew what a foreskin was but I had never seen one before. As it hardened I saw the skin pull back slightly. I pulled back gently and watched the skin retract revealing a high crown.
“Is that hurting you?”
“Quite the opposite Martha, your touch feels exquisite. Is it possible you’ve never seen an unclipped cock?”
I looked at him.
“Uncircumcised.”
“Oh god. Martin please don’t laugh at me. The only penis I’ve seen is Tom’s. And even when he’s erect it’s not anything like yours. I’ve never ever done anything like this before. Is it ok if I just feel your penis and look at it?”
“Martha, dear Martha. You are an absolute treasure. I would never laugh at you. You are a flower waiting to bloom. Go ahead, squeeze my cock, feel how you make it hard, but please call it a cock not a penis”
“Oh darn, you must think I’m an idiot or something. I feel like a fool. I’m sorry, I don’t want to be a tease, really I don’t. I mean I can’t have sex or anything like that. It’s just that I never have been in this situation.” I was babbling now, had dropped his penis like a hot potato.
“Martha, relax. Believe me, I don’t think you’re an idiot or anything like that. Go ahead, this is your opportunity to examine a cock. Take advantage of it.” He placed my hand back on his cock, wrapping his fingers over mine.
“Say cock, Martha. Say what you’re thinking. Just jack it off a little bit” as his hand guided my hand in a stroking motion.
I watched in fascination as his hand guided my hand slowly stroking back and forth on the thick shaft. I watched the skin pull back revealing the high crowned head then on the reverse stroke the skin covered the head and formed a wrinkled tip. His hand left mine. I continued hypnotically stroking his cock. I squeezed it. I could feel his cock getting harder. I squeezed it harder and in my mind I was saying ‘cock’ over and over.