The Young Lady on the Bicycle

Like a cat, Wendy arched her back and even seemed to enjoy being lightly teased.

Honestly, I was over the moon. This deal was amazing. For just 80 dollars an hour, I got a chance to feel up a woman as pretty as her.

Soon I was back on the bike again, with Wendy patiently guiding me step by step.

When we got close to the downhill slope ahead, she let go of me and said, "Try gliding down slowly on your own."

Still shaky on the bike, I lost control, and it shot downhill.

With a loud thud, I hit the bike's front bar right in my groin.

The impact left me doubled over in pain, and the tent in my pants was gone in an instant.

Lying on the ground, I clutched my crotch and screamed in pain.

Seeing what happened, Wendy quickly ran over to help me up. "Are you okay? Where did you hit yourself?"

My face was red as a beet as I complained, "How am I supposed to be okay? My manhood is completely destroyed. I don't even know if I'll ever be able to get it up again. You're going to have to take responsibility for this."

At that, Wendy froze in panic. Having never been in this situation before, she didn't know how to respond.

Seeing how naive she looked, I had a sudden questionable idea. "Come and touch it to keep it stimulated for me. If the blood stops moving, it's going to clot up."

As a young college student, she immediately blushed at the request. "I-I don't think that's a good idea… How could I just touch that area like it's nothing?"

I deliberately played it up, curling up on the ground like I was in serious pain. "Why are you worrying about that at a time like this? What if it actually becomes a problem? Are you going to take responsibility?"

"Huh? Don't scare me like that. I'll just touch it then."

With that said, she gently placed her hand on it.

"It was as hard as a rock a moment ago. Why is it so limp now?" she murmured, sounding genuinely puzzled.

Her hand was so small and soft that it got me burning up all over. However, the pain from the impact just now was still too intense, so there was no way I was getting it up anytime soon.

"Use a bit more pressure and stroke it a little. You need to encourage blood flow to prevent the blood from pooling."

Truth be told, her gentle touch had actually made me feel better. The pain wasn't nearly as bad anymore, and I was slowly starting to get turned on again.

Even so, the fabric was dulling the sensation way too much. I wanted a lot more…

She blushed even harder when she heard that. She tried to grip it tighter through my pants.

"Like this?"

She moved her hand more, but the sensation was still too muted to really feel it.

I dropped my pants without a second thought, my length springing out right before her eyes.

Embarrassed, she turned her head away and covered her eyes with a hand. "Joey, why did you suddenly drop your pants? We're in a park! There are people around!"

I took a quick look around. There weren't many people in the park that day, just a few scattered figures in the distance. From that far away, no one could see what I was up to.

"What are you afraid of? It's not like anyone can see us. Wrap your hand around it for me."

With a nervous bite of her lip, she reached out with a shaky hand.

As her eyes stayed fixed on it, her breathing grew uneven. The way her chest rose and fell was incredibly sexy.

She seemed totally inexperienced with men, but there was no hiding the fact that she secretly wanted it.

"Is this your first time looking at one of these? What are you so shy about?"

Wendy nodded bashfully, a deep crimson blush spreading across her cheeks. "Yeah, it is my first time. I had no idea guys were built so differently from women. It looks really imposing."

Her hand hovered in mid-air as she hesitated to grab it.

The suspense was torture. "You're just doing physical therapy on me. It's fine, so just put your hand around it already."

"O-Okay then. I'll just help you for a bit."

With that, she went for it, her hand fitting around it just right.