("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2010. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Hand Job by MoonOwl (1994) *** A co-worker teases a guy into an orgasm as a reward for a nice meal and some wine. (Fdom/M, oral, hand-fetish) *** Cara and Alex met at the Italian Market for lunch to discuss the regional writers journal that they edited. Alex, always punctual, rose from the table to greet Cara, the usual few minutes late, with a smile and a handshake. Although she enjoyed the fleeting touch of his hand, it never seemed to be enough of a connection. She had attempted a hug once, and although Alex had submitted, she felt the tension in his body, not the sense of merging she had hoped for, and she had released him quickly. Both were married, but not to each other. Alex was an academic, involved in some esoteric branch of physics. He would offer a simple explanation of his current projects in response to Cara's inquiries, and she would smile and nod. He clearly loved the life of the mind and was most comfortable in that arena. As Cara looked at him across the table, she thought that, besides the word heady, she would describe him as trim--trim body, trim beard, and neatly fitted, carefully chosen clothes. Cara, in contrast, was more of a free spirit. She was fairly tall, nearly Alex's height, and willowy. She favored softly flowing clothes and enjoyed jewelry, lots of it. Alex sometimes teased her about her having gypsy ancestors. In addition to free-lance writing, she ran an art supply store near the university, and looked the part of the bohemian. They discussed the stories and poetry submitted for an upcoming issue of the journal, one focusing on the erotic as sacred. Alex spent some time debating the fat content of the alfredo sauce before settling on pasta primavera. Cara, without hesitation, chose the more sensuous of the two, the generous portion of luscious creamy alfredo sauce with tiny shrimp scattered throughout. They ate the superb garlic bread and antipasto. Cara enjoyed a glass of white wine and Alex had his usual iced tea. The meal and the meeting finished, they moved to the parking lot, pausing when they reached Alex's car. He smiled and extended his hand, as always. Cara grasped his hand with both of hers and shook. She could see the puzzlement grow on Alex's face when she didn't release his hand. "You are coming to my car with me now," she said. "I want to do something for you, to you." She squeezed his hand, pulling him in the direction of her car, parked at the far edge of the lot. "We will sit right here in my car, and although I would like to touch more of you, I will only touch your hand." He hesitated, but compelled by intense curiosity and the rush of warmth in his body flowing outward from his hand, he allowed himself to be drawn toward Cara's car. She opened the passenger door and urged Alex into the seat. She got into the driver's seat, pushed it back from the steering wheel and reclined it slightly. She commented, "It's warm in here," and pulled her skirt up well above her knees. Alex blinked. "Now recline your seat." Alex reclined his seat a couple notches. "That's not enough. Recline it fully," she said firmly. Alex gave Cara a sidelong glance, apologetically said, "Yes, ma'am," and put the seat all the way down. "That's right," she said, "and you will continue to address me as ma'am. Give me your hand now." Alex felt his cock jump. "Yes, ma'am," he answered, surprised by the intensity of his response, and extended his hand. He had always felt comfortable with his relationship with Cara - one that was friendly, professional, equal, and safe. What was happening? She had somehow shifted, as if this were a part of her personality he'd never witnessed before. Cara took his hand. "Close your eyes. You may focus on the sensations in your hand, or you may transpose the feelings to any other part of your body. Don't do anything else without my permission." "Yes, ma'am." Alex's attention was totally focused on Cara's touch and the sensations flowing from his hand and swirling through his crotch. He experienced a moment of panic but remembered that this was, after all, only his hand. She began to stroke his hand lightly with her fingertips, savoring the textures of his skin, the scattering of small grey hairs on his fingers and the back of his hand, the neatly trimmed nails. She traced the hollows between the tendons on the back of his hand and followed the irregular path of the veins from wrist to knuckles. Cara turned Alex's hand over, feeling the hollow of his palm and tracing out each finger to the tip. She returned to the base of his fingers and felt the callus there, built up from rowing. She thought back to the Harley he had owned years before, wondering whether that callus had felt like this present one. The bike was gone, though, sold as Alex had gotten older and more cautious. Her touch became firmer as she began to massage his hand. She increased the pressure and began to stroke the length of his fingers. He began to wonder - to imagine - what that stroke would feel like on his cock. It began to swell in response. Suddenly he noticed that Cara was using her tongue. He could feel its soft, wet track, the sensation warm where it touched his skin and cooling as she moved on. Her tongue began to move in and out at the base of each finger. He groaned, imagining her tongue on his body. She moved her attentions back to his fingertips and began to flick each one with the tip of her tongue. His erection continued to swell. His focus oscillated between the tips of his fingers and the tip of his penis. His heart rate accelerated and his breath grew shorter. Cara could hear small gasps. She sucked his index finger slowly into her mouth. He shuddered and moved his right hand to his crotch. Cara bit his finger hard. Alex yelped in surprise and his eyes flew open. "What?! Why did you bite me?" "You didn't have my permission to touch yourself or to open your eyes, and you'll remember to address me as ma'am." "Yes, ma'am." "Now, do you want to ask me something?" "Yes, ma'am. My dick's very hard and it's bent the wrong way. I want to adjust myself because it really hurts, ma'am." "You may adjust yourself and then you are to hold on to the door handle. You may not touch yourself again without my permission." "Yes, ma'am." Alex slipped his hand into his trousers, rearranged his cock, sighed, and grasped the door handle with his right hand. Cara began to lick and suck his fingers again. Alex trembled. She moved back to his index finger, pulling it deeper and deeper into her mouth with each stroke. He could hear small sounds escaping from her mouth as she pulled his finger farther into her body. His hips began to rock and his knuckles whitened on the door handle. Suddenly she released his finger, moved her mouth down to the fleshy pad at the base of his thumb and began to bite him. He groaned, caught between intensity and pain, not daring to withdraw his hand, awaiting whatever new sensations she might choose to give him. Then Cara began to alternate sucking and biting. The pain from the bites began to transmute into something else--pure intense sensation. His sexual rush accelerated, his attention drawn headlong into Cara's mouth--her lips, her tongue, her teeth, her throat. Abruptly he realized that she had pulled his finger so deep into her mouth that her lips were over the knuckle at its base. His last conscious thoughts, wondering how she could do that without gagging, were his realization that that was what deep-throating meant. She slid her lips slowly up his finger, plunged down it again and again, and then withdrew her mouth from his finger and bit him hard. His consciousness shattered and he came. "I did not give you permission to come," said Cara and bit him once more. "Yes, ma'am," said Alex, and spasmed again. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. 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