twined in and out, working in every way from hearty
handshakes to tickling flicks.
Their entwined hands were getting Rebecca surprisingly
aroused. She looked around the restaurant to see if anyone
was watching, but nobody seemed to care. O.E. held her
hand so powerfully, so forcefully, so seductively. His hand
circled down to her wrist and roamed farther down her arm
before returning to her palm and fingers, his grip
alternating between taut and tender. She let her hand
follow his lead, and they chased each other for a long time.
After minutes of tangled arms and hands, their
breathing had grown ragged. She grasped him solidly and
felt a jolt run up her arm through her body. It left her
quivering in its wake. With this much energy built up, the
extremely light brush of fingers that followed drew a little
cry from her. She didn't know if she could endure another
second without the warmth of his hand.
They launched their hands at each other, interlaced
fingers, and clutched tightly in the strongest handclasp yet.
A shudder ripped through both of them as the dance of
their hands reached a quivering finale.
Did I just have an orgasm from playing with his hand?
Certainly not a full orgasmic experience, but it had the
same sort of excitement and a familiar peak. They had just
experienced something more climactic than she could ever
have imagined possible from simply touching hands.
Rebecca let an accidental moan slip out. She stared at him,
finally breaking the wordless spell. "What was that?"
O.E. flashed a mischievous look. "Something good."
She pulled her hand away and held it to her chest,
blushing and looking around to see if anyone had noticed
them. The restaurant seemed to be functioning normally,
oblivious to their erotic play. "Let's get out of here."
O.E. nodded, dropped some money on the table, and
stood up. He offered his hand to her. Before taking it, she
considered how wonderfully intense even one of his hands
could be. Imagine two hands. Imagine. . . Her imagination
was more than she could handle at the moment. She
suppressed the thoughts, and they left the restaurant.
For a few minutes, they walked hand in hand down the
street, quietly looking at the storefronts, the people, each
other. Then they were back at O.E.'s borrowed lodging. He
motioned to the door with his head, a silent invitation to
continue the evening.
Yes, I want you. Rebecca wondered if he would lift his
sex ban, now that they'd had such great foreplay in the
restaurant. She was certainly in the mood.