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Under the Desk - part 1
You’re sitting in your shared office space, working diligently on your laptop while stealing glances at Kimberly’s hands as she types away. Her long, slender fingers are moving gracefully across the keyboard, and you can’t help but admire her perfectly manicured nails.
I can’t believe I’m this turned on just by looking at her hands… you think to yourself, feeling a warmth spreading through your body. You shift uncomfortably in your chair, trying to focus on your work.
Kimberly looks up from her laptop and catches you staring at her hands. She raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her eyes. “Do you like my manicure?” she asks, holding out her hand for inspection.
You feel your face flush as you quickly look away. “Yeah, it’s really nice,” you mumble, trying to sound casual.
Kimberly chuckles softly and returns to her work. You take a deep breath, trying to regain your composure. Why am I so flustered? It’s just her hands…
As the evening wears on, you find it increasingly difficult to concentrate on your work. Your eyes keep drifting back to Kimberly’s hands, and you can feel a growing ache between your legs. You shift in your chair again, trying to find a comfortable position that doesn’t draw attention to your arousal.
“Is something wrong?” Kimberly asks, noticing your discomfort. “You seem a bit… distracted tonight.”
You hesitate, unsure of how much to share with her. Should I tell her the truth? What if she thinks I’m weird?
Before you can respond, Kimberly continues, “I know we don’t know each other that well yet, but if there’s something bothering you, maybe talking about it will help.” She offers a warm smile, and you feel yourself relax slightly.
You take a deep breath and muster up the courage to tell her the truth. “So… I have this thing for hands…”
You arrive at the office early, feeling nervous and flustered from the previous night’s encounter with Kimberly. As you set up your workstation, you can’t help but steal glances at her desk across the room. The memory of her hands on yours, guiding them to touch her in ways you never thought possible, sends a shiver down your spine.
Kimberly enters the office soon after, looking as confident and poised as always. She settles in at her desk and begins working on a case file, seemingly unaffected by the previous night’s events. However, you notice her stealing glances at you from time to time, a hint of curiosity and desire in her eyes.
The office slowly comes alive with the sound of keyboard clicks and low chatter as your colleagues arrive for another day of work. You try to focus on your tasks, but your thoughts keep drifting back to Kimberly and her hands.
‘Hey, YN,’ Kimberly says, breaking the silence between you. ‘I need some help with this brief. Mind taking a look?’
You nod, grateful for the opportunity to work closely with her again. As you sit down next to her at the shared desk, you can’t help but admire her long, slender fingers as they type away at the keyboard.
‘So, what do you think?’ Kimberly asks, turning her attention to the document on the screen.
‘Um, it looks good,’ you reply, trying not to sound too distracted by her hands. ‘But maybe we could add some more supporting evidence here?’
Kimberly nods and starts typing again. You take a deep breath and muster up the courage to say something about her hands.
‘You know, I was thinking…’ you begin, hesitating for a moment. ‘I really enjoyed what happened last night.’
Kimberly looks at you, her eyes widening slightly. ‘Me too,’ she admits, her voice low and sultry. ‘I didn’t expect it to be so… intense.’
You smile, feeling a rush of excitement at her admission. ‘It was definitely intense. And your hands… they’re even more amazing than I imagined.’
Kimberly bites her lower lip and glances down at her hands. ‘I’m glad you liked them,’ she says, her voice barely above a whisper. ‘They seemed to have quite an effect on you.’
You nod, your heart racing as the memory of her hands on yours floods back. ‘They did,’ you admit. ‘I’ve never felt anything like it before.’
Kimberly smiles and leans closer to you, lowering her voice even further. ‘So, would you like me to show you more? To explore this… fetish of yours?’
You swallow hard, your body tingling with anticipation. ‘Yes,’ you whisper, your voice barely audible. ‘I’d love that.’
Kimberly’s eyes sparkle with desire as she takes your hand in hers. ‘Then let’s take this exploration further,’ she says, her fingers caressing yours gently. ‘Perhaps we could even leave the office and find a more… private place to indulge our desires.’
Your heart skips a beat at the thought of being alone with Kimberly, free to explore your deepest fantasies. You nod, unable to form words as her fingers trace delicate patterns on your skin.
As you sit there, lost in the sensation of her hands on yours, you can’t help but wonder what other pleasures await you in this erotic journey of hands, desire, and intimacy. The thought sends a shiver down your spine, leaving you eager for whatever comes next.