Gentle Steps...Ch. 03

“Probably,” he mumbled, head lowered.

“Exactly,” she said triumphantly. “Now, let’s forget about the hard cock of yours and go for a little walk”

The door opened and the black nurse came in a wheelchair. “Get in the chair, baby,” Carol said, “so I can push you to the gardens. You’re not ready to walk all the way.”

Roger lowered himself into the chair, arms frozen straight out by the plaster and while doing so, his hard cock poked out through the front opening of the robe. “Just ignore it,” Carol said in a matter of fact tone, tucking his hard cock quickly back under the robe, “he’s always hard.”

“We’ve noticed,” the nurse giggled.

Roger, face flaming red, his cock tingling from that briefest of touch from Carol, tried to slink back into the chair but the plaster cast ensured he sat upright.

Carol began pushing the wheelchair through the hospital corridors, into the large elevator and down the lobby. She parked the wheelchair inside the double glass doors and gestured at the gardens on the other side of the doors. “They’re beautiful,” she said. “Let’s explore them, come on.”

Roger stumbled out of the chair and walked out into the garden with Carol, the breeze toying with his robe. “Carol,” he said urgently, “don’t let the wind blow my robe up.”

“Are you telling me what to do?” she asked sternly. “I don’t think that’s right.” She sighed deeply. “I thought we had an understanding?”

“Yes, I’m sorry.”

“There’s no one around to see anyway,” she smiled. “By the way, Janice thought you had a nice cock and she enjoyed watching you cum yesterday.”

Roger blushed at the memory and wondered why Janice had measured him but was loathe to ask Carol in case she became angry. Carol walked on a little and his eyes were glued to her ass as it moved under the short skirt, the sound of her nylon covered legs brushing together as she walked driving him mad with lust.

They turned a corner and found a secluded garden seat, surrounded by high hedges. Carol sat on the seat and Roger saw a flash of white as she arranged her skirt. She must have white panties on to match the white bra, Roger thought, she has under that white blouse.

“Are you trying to look up my skirt?” she suddenly asked and Roger flushed.

“No, I mean yes. I’m sorry, Carol but I’m so horny, I can’t help myself.”

Carol sighed. “Stand here,” she said, motioning in front of her and he did so. Horrified he watched as she undid the belt of the robe, his cock jutting out between the parted robe. “Still hard,” she said, shaking her head a little, “you have no control, do you?”

He hung his head, silently willing her to take his cock in his hand and jerk him off. Just the thought of it made him tremble. “No, I don’t,” he croaked. “I don’t know why I’m like this,” he began but she cut him off.

“It’s because you have no control, Roger. Remember when you came in your pants? You cum so quickly because you have no control and now you’re trying to peek up my skirt. I suppose you can tell me what color panties I’m wearing?” she said sarcastically.

“White?” he said hopefully.

“White lace,” she corrected him and she smiled when she saw his cock quiver.

“Please Carol, can I cum?” he begged desperately, allowing all dignity to flee. “I’m so horny, I can’t rest, please?”

“You’re such a baby,” she said scornfully.

“Please, Carol, I’ll do anything, anything at all.” He was desperate, hungry for release and his cock had never been so hard and he couldn’t get the glimpse of that white triangle between her thighs out of his mind.

“Well,” she said as if she was thinking and he hopefully waited, cock quivering, arms outstretched like a cross. “I know it’s difficult for you.” She thought for a moment and then sighed. “Kneel down there,” she said, pointing at a spot at her feet.

Cock pointing skyward, arms plastered and outstretched like a cross, Roger knelt in front of Carol, wincing as the white gravel stung his knees. “I think it’s time we had a little talk,” she said slipping her shoe off and her nylon covered foot caressed his balls. “Do you like this?” she teased. “Do you like the touch of nylon?”

“Yes,” he croaked, shuddering as her foot climbed up his cock and her toes stroked the sensitive underside of it, then returned to his balls.

“You are very hairy there,” she said, the nylon covered toes tickling his balls. “I don’t like the hair much. You’re looking up my skirt, aren’t you?” Carol tantalized, her voice low as her extended foot caressed him.

“Yes,” Roger moaned, eyes drawn to the small opening between her legs, the white triangle of her lace panties covered by the nylon of the pantyhose.

“What do you see?”

“You panties and your pantyhose.” Her foot was relentlessly stroking his balls but avoided his cock.

“Tell me what you think of when you jerk off,” she said softly. His eyes were glazed and opened his mouth but didn’t know where to start. Suddenly, she pulled her foot back and crossed her leg, the white triangle of lace disappearing. “If you don’t want to tell me, I’ll stop.”

“No, please,” he pleaded desperately, his hard cock pointing up at her, his arms extended like a cross. “Please don’t stop Carol, please!”

“All right,” she smiled and the foot returned and Roger’s eyes fell back to the white triangle. “Do you look at pictures of women?” she asked and he nodded, body trembling as her nylon covered foot played with his balls. “What are the women wearing?”

And so he told her, told her everything and Carol was relentless in her questioning as her foot caressed his balls, carefully avoiding his cock. Roger revealed everything, the details of his fantasies, the three times he actually had sex and what a failure it was, he told her everything while his eyes stared at the white triangle of lace that covered her pussy, a pussy he had never seen or touched.

Carol smiled in satisfaction, she had it all, every little desire and every little fantasy and she had Roger. “You don’t have much control, do you?” she said and Roger shook his head, eyes still focused on her crotch.

“No, I don’t,” he croaked. “Please, can I cum?”

“Soon, baby, soon,” she soothed. “Do you think I should control you, baby, control everything?” Roger paused as he thought, trying to think rationally in the deep haze of desire and Carol withdrew her foot. “Do you want me to tell you what to do? What do you think?”

Roger wanted that foot back and he wanted to see her panties again. So he moaned, “Yes, control me, Carol, tell me what to do, that’s a good idea.”

The root returned and this time the toes brushed his cock. “Good boy,” Carol smiled. “We’ve agreed then, I’ll control you, make the decisions for you and tell you what to do. It will be so much better for you, won’t it, baby?”

“Yes,” he croaked, trembling, “yes.”

“What color are my panties?” she whispered and Roger’s cock was twitching furiously.

“White,” he croaked.

“Just white?”

“White lace?”

“Yes,” she giggled, “would you like to kiss my panties, baby?” she said huskily, the foot caressing his trembling cock.

“Yes,” he moaned, “Please!”

“Not yet, baby, you’re not ready for that special reward yet.” Roger opened his mouth to protest but she cut him off. “Shush, baby, I make the decisions and kissing my panties is a very special treat, something for you to look forward to.” Her foot withdrew, leaving Roger trembling. “Listen baby,” Carol said firmly. “From now on, when you’re about to cum, you must ask me. Do you understand?” Roger nodded, pathetically focused on cuming and on the sight of her panties under the nylon. “I mean it, Roger,” she said and he nodded again.

She smiled and resumed her caressing and soon Roger gasped, “Carol, can I cum? Please, can I?” he was trembling and Carol giggled softly.

“Yes, show me how you cum, baby,” she said, eyes watching him as his cock jerked, convulsed and spurted as her toes milked him.

Exhausted, knees hurting from the gravel, Roger looked up at Carol who had crossed her legs and was smiling at him. “That looked nice for you,” she said.

“Thank you,” he murmured face red.

“That’s ok, baby. Oh look, you’ve left a little mess on my toes,” she said, pointing down and Roger saw a small trace of his cum on the nylon covering her red painted toes nails. “Clean it off,” she said and Roger looked up at her in confusion.

“I can’t move my hands,” he said, puzzled and Carol laughed.

“I know that baby, use your mouth. Lick it off, baby. I can’t put my shoe back on with that gooey mess on my toe, can I?”

Roger opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish, uncertain and afraid. Carol was serenely confident and calm. “But, Carol,” he whined.

“But what? You made the mess after I kindly gave you what you wanted. If this is how you are going to treat me, I will certainly think twice about doing this again. I thought you enjoyed it,” she pouted.

“I did, I did,” he said desperately. Carol held the power to his cock and she could withdraw the treat of orgasm very easily. Reluctantly, he leaned forward and tentatively licked the cum off her toes, quickly spitting it out on the grass before he actually tasted it. “Thank you, baby,” she smiled in triumph and slipped her shoe on. Kissing him on the cheek, she helped him up and tied the belt around his waist again, making sure the robe was closed.

She led him slowly down the path and towards the hospital. “That was a nice walk, wasn’t it Roger?” she said softly.

“Yes Carol.”

As she helped him back into the bed again, she said, “I have to go now, baby, and I won’t be back until the end of next week. I have to go away on business.”

“Next week!” Roger was horrified, how would he last all week without cuming?

“I’m afraid so and don’t forget you said you would be faithful to me,” she said with a warning tone.

“Yes Carol,” he muttered in despair, head lowered.

“Good baby,” she said, kissing him on the cheek. “I might have a special treat for you when I get back. ‘Bye baby.”

Miserably, Roger watched her sway out the door, facing a week without any relief.