She didn't run away or demand that he leave, so those were good signs.  He smiled at her stammering.  He thought it was sweet and charming, and it was definitely a unique reaction in his experience.<br/><br/>But she was wavering, dealing with that internal conflict so many women have about wanting sex but not wanting to be judged for it.  The best thing to do was to get Alison's brain to turn off, to stop thinking for herself, to just tell be told what to do, to remind her that it's his own pleasure that matters.<br/><br/>When she asked him what he wanted her to do, he knew he had her.<br/><br/>"I just want to have fun with you, Alison.  I want you to do what you want to do.  And what you want to do is what<em>I</em>want you to do.  So here's what you're going to do."<br/><br/>He reached over and took her wrist in his, then slowly moved it toward his cock.  He wrapped her hand around it, letting her feel the thickness and stiffness and heat.  She could barely touch her fingers to her thumb, and even if she used both hands, there'd still be plenty of cock that was not yet in her grip.<br/><br/>Her hand felt good - soft and smooth.  His dick was so hard, and occasionally twitched in her grip.  His meat throbbed as the blood vessels became more pronounced.<br/><br/>"Mmm, yeah, baby, that feels so much better.  This isn't so bad, is it, Alison?  Here, try this now..."<br/><br/>He held her hand and moved it up and down the length of his shaft so she stroked it.  After giving her the right rhythm and movement, he let go of her hand.  "Keep going, Alison.  Don't stop."<br/><br/>