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Sensual Hands: A Forbidden Temptation - part 2
You’re cooking dinner for Andre at your luxury apartment, wearing a stunning dress that shows off your curves and elegant hands. The smell of garlic and basil fills the air as you stir the pasta sauce, humming softly to yourself. Your heart flutters with anticipation as you think about the evening ahead.
Andre arrives right on time, dressed in a sharp suit that accentuates his muscular build. He looks around your apartment, taking in the elegant décor and the breathtaking view of the city skyline.
‘This place is amazing,’ he says, admiring the artwork on your walls. ‘You have great taste.’
‘Thank you,’ you reply with a smile. ‘I’m glad you like it.’
Andre moves closer to you, his eyes fixed on your hands as they stir the sauce. ‘These are even more beautiful in person,’ he says softly.
You blush at the compliment and glance down at your hands. They really are works of art – delicate and slender with perfectly manicured nails. You’ve spent years honing your craft as a hand model, and it’s clear that Andre appreciates the effort you’ve put into maintaining their beauty.
‘I’m glad you think so,’ you say, feeling a rush of warmth spread through your body. ‘Dinner should be ready soon.’
You serve the pasta with a side salad, and the two of you sit down at your dining table to enjoy the meal. The conversation flows easily as you discuss your work, your shared love of travel, and your favorite movies. But beneath the surface, there’s an undeniable sexual tension that seems to grow with each passing moment.
As you eat, Andre can’t help but touch your hand, his fingers gently caressing your knuckles. You tease him by casually touching his hand in return, making him feel desired. The flirtatious banter between you is filled with subtle references to your shared kinks, and it’s clear that neither of you can resist the erotic energy that crackles between you.
After dinner, Andre asks if he can see more of your hand modeling work. You agree and lead him to your bedroom, where you have a private collection of photos and videos showcasing your hands. The intimate setting quickly escalates, and soon you find yourself unable to resist each other any longer.
You kiss passionately, your tongues intertwining as your hands explore each other’s bodies. Andre’s fingers trace the contours of your breasts, while you run your hands up his chest and along his arms, feeling the strength and power that lies beneath his tailored suit.
The intensity of your touches increases, and you become lost in the sensations, completely consumed by the erotic encounter. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, and your heart races with excitement as you explore each other’s bodies using only your hands.
Finally, unable to hold back any longer, you both reach your climaxes, your bodies shuddering with pleasure as you surrender to the waves of ecstasy that crash over you. As you catch your breath, you look into each other’s eyes and know that nothing will ever be the same again.
You sit down on the edge of your bed and open your portfolio, showing Andre some of your most recent hand modeling work. As you flip through the pages, he can’t help but admire the beauty and elegance of your hands in each shot. He traces his fingers over the images, feeling the smooth paper beneath his touch.
‘These are incredible,’ he says, his voice filled with awe. ‘Your hands are truly works of art.’
You blush at the compliment, grateful for his appreciation. ‘Thank you,’ you say softly. ‘I’ve always been proud of my hands.’
As you continue to look through the portfolio together, the air between you becomes charged with sexual tension. You can feel Andre’s gaze on your hands, and it sends shivers down your spine.
Suddenly, he reaches out and takes your hand in his, gently caressing your fingers. ‘I could stare at them all day,’ he murmurs.
You tremble at his touch, feeling a rush of desire course through you. ‘I’ve always been fascinated by hands too,’ you confess, your voice barely above a whisper.
Andre looks into your eyes, his own filled with hunger and longing. ‘Yours are so beautiful,’ he says hoarsely. ‘I can’t resist touching them.’
Without another word, you lean in and kiss him passionately, your hands tangled in his dark hair. He responds eagerly, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands roam over your body. You can feel the heat of his desire through his clothes, and it drives you wild with need.
Breaking away from the kiss, you stand up and straddle him on the bed. Slowly, sensually, you begin to undo the buttons on his shirt using only your fingers. With each button that slips free, you reveal more of his muscular torso, and your desire for him grows stronger.
Andre’s eyes are locked on yours as you continue to explore his body with your hands. ‘I can’t resist touching you,’ you say breathlessly. ‘Your body is incredible.’
He groans in response, his hands gripping your hips tightly. ‘Touch me,’ he whispers urgently. ‘I need to feel your hands on my skin.’
You obliged, tracing your fingers over his chest and stomach, feeling the taut muscles beneath his soft skin. You lightly scratch your nails across his skin, eliciting a shiver from him. The sensation of his body against yours is almost too much to bear, and you know that you need more.
Leading Andre to the bed, you both lie down facing each other. Your legs are intertwined, and your hands begin to explore every inch of each other’s faces. You trace the curves of his features with your fingertips, marveling at the softness of his skin and the rough stubble on his jawline.
Andre moans as you gently massage his scalp, your fingers working through his dark hair. ‘That feels amazing,’ he says, his eyes closed in bliss.
You continue to touch each other’s faces, the intimacy of this act heightening the erotic tension between you. You feel a deep connection with Andre, and it’s as if your hands are communicating your desire for one another without words.
Suddenly, your phone rings, breaking the spell that had been cast over you both. Reluctantly, you answer it, only to find that it’s one of your colleagues calling about a work-related matter. You try to end the call quickly, but they insist on discussing the issue in detail.
As you listen to your colleague ramble on, you can feel Andre’s hands on your body, still exploring every inch of skin. The combination of his touch and the erotic tension between you is almost too much to bear, and you have to bite your lip to keep from moaning out loud.
Finally, the call ends, but the damage has been done. The mood has been broken, and you both know that this erotic encounter will have to be put on hold for now.
You look into Andre’s eyes, seeing the desire and frustration mirrored in his own. ‘I wish we could keep going,’ he says hoarsely.
You nod in agreement, your heart racing with unfulfilled longing. ‘Me too,’ you whisper. ‘But we can’t ignore our work responsibilities forever.’
Andre sighs and runs a hand through his hair. ‘I know. But this isn’t over. I want to explore this… this connection between us more.’
You smile at him, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. ‘So do I,’ you say softly. ‘I can’t wait to see where this goes.’
With that, you both stand up and begin to straighten your clothes, trying to regain some semblance of normalcy after the intense passion you’ve just shared. As you walk Andre to the door, you can’t help but feel a sense of anticipation for what the future holds. This is only the beginning of your exploration into hand fetish and the sensuality of hands, and you know that there are many more erotic encounters waiting for you just around the corner.