Wandering Hands

"Don't worry - I've spoken to the hands and warned them about the degree of self-control we expect!"

Oh dear was my first reaction. I was looking forward to aforementioned hands having a good old wander around my body, identifying places that they would cause greatest impact to my senses. But he was right. In company, it is probably not particularly socially sensitive to be groping one another in full view of others, though, given the right people with whom you are socialising it could be a very exciting prospect!

Well, he was true to his words. The hands remained firmly out of range, in his pocket and behaved themselves with the appropriate degree of self-control. Unfortunately, the determined will power that his hands had agreed to had not been so carefully acknowledged by his cock, which was standing prominently and eagerly within his jeans, pushing towards me with a will very obviously contradicting the resolution with which his hands had complied. Poor hands, they didn't stand a chance. Once I had acknowledged that I was extremely aroused by the hardness of his cock, there didn't really seem much point in hiding the hands away in the pockets of his trousers, and anyway, I am sure that by this point the hands were very aware of a strong sexual excitement growing within their proximity. Maybe, once cock is as hard as a rock, then instinctively hands either jump towards cock for stimulation, or if there is an alternative, they reach out automatically to search for boob and pussy. Maybe we just shouldn't fight against the instinctual thoughts of our body parts. Instead, let's just embrace it!

Which obviously, is what we did. Embrace it fully. Let hands do their wonderful work, ambling around my tits, tweaking my nipples into a climax all of their own. Wandering around my now naked bottom half of my body, searching through my pubic hairs to where I had a sopping wet pussy, determined to invite hands to stimulate me more until drips and then gushes of juices pour out of me, collecting and glistening on those naughty and gloriously mischievous hands. Once the hands had done their work, it was up to Mr. Cock to reach in a reiterate. Fuck me, fuck me please! Awaken my senses and enliven my labia!
Simply wonderful.
In recognition of those naughty hands and their delightfully ill disciplined partner in crime, I have written a jovial little ditty, which I hope amuses the reader!

Hands - by a horny Zenpuss

Hands that mischievously linger
Over waiting arms and feet,
Absorbing the flesh beneath them
An epicurean kind of treat.
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Hands that mischievously squander
Not a millisec of time,
Learning to roam my body
Following that sensual line.
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Hands that mischievously wander
Fondling my tit
Nipples fulfilled, hands subside
Advancing towards my clit.
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Hands that mischievously meander
Searching for my hole
Diving in, and reaching forth
To satisfy my soul.
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Hands that mischievously canter
Through the forest of pubic feast
Manipulating within me
You horny, horny beast!
So there you have it. Hands are wonderful, hands are sensitive. Hands are one of the greatest tools of foreplay.
Thank you hands for not adhering to any promises of appropriate behaviour, though I think that they behaved perfectly appropriately.