Hands

A scent faintly like aloe and melons fills the air. A cold dollop of gel hits the palm of my small hands. Another. Another. I let the pump go on the lube bottle and use my other hand to warm the lube between my hands. The gooey sensation reminds me of cum cooling on my skin. I can smell his sex waiting there for me to smooth that gel on him.

His much larger hands enfold mine, pressing them tight together, forcing the lube to squish out between my fingers and palms. Squishy sounds shiver on my back as his hands make a mess of mine and then draw my still prisoned hands down over his cock.

“Ah….” Electricity flashes between us. I can feel it in my throat. I can feel it in my belly. I can feel it further below, making me juicy there too. Slowly we squeeze our hands up and down the length of him, fingers finding additional spots here and there to caress on the path back and forth, but not neglecting the sensuality of hands touching hands in so intimate a purpose as this.

“Ah…” This time more gutteral…

Kissing, I think…Kissing is needed. I reach with my mouth to kiss whatever I can from my awkward position. His wrists, the tip of his phallus. His wrinkly skin below. His thighs…I just must touch him.

“Ah…” Softer but no less gutteral…

Finally the eruption we both yearned for occurs and his warmth covers the outside of our hands and we add it to the slipperyness between them, enjoying the sensuality of continuing to touch and slide him between our hands.

Beautiful hands together…