Arioso
Soothing the Soul
- Joined
- May 18, 2003
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A challenge, Ari? Say...eight post limit total to the thread? And no names...En garde, cheri!
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It was late. Dusk had fallen and everyone else had gone home hours ago, but she was only now returning to her office to pack up her things.
She flipped the light switch on the wall...and nothing happened.
Frowning, she filed that away as merely one more task for tomorrow: call maintenance and have them fix her overhead light.
Carefully making her way to her desk in the darkened office, she slid into her chair and reached to turn on the desk lamp.
Her hand froze just shy of its goal, however, when she felt two, large, masculine palms brush the insides of her knees. Not just her hand -- her entire body froze.
Even her voice was suspended in her throat. She should have called out, "Who's there? What are you doing?" But for some reason, a dark thrill shivered through her and stayed her tongue.
The hands pressed slowly yet firmly against her thighs, parting them wider...wider...until her skirt hindered her from opening any further. Then, her unseen intruder moved his hands up along the inside of her thighs, hooking her skirt with his fingers and pushing it up around her hips as he coaxed her to widen her legs even more.
He could be anyone. Anyone.
But she had no desire to stop him.
Closed thread for Arioso and ariosto
It was late. Dusk had fallen and everyone else had gone home hours ago, but she was only now returning to her office to pack up her things.
She flipped the light switch on the wall...and nothing happened.
Frowning, she filed that away as merely one more task for tomorrow: call maintenance and have them fix her overhead light.
Carefully making her way to her desk in the darkened office, she slid into her chair and reached to turn on the desk lamp.
Her hand froze just shy of its goal, however, when she felt two, large, masculine palms brush the insides of her knees. Not just her hand -- her entire body froze.
Even her voice was suspended in her throat. She should have called out, "Who's there? What are you doing?" But for some reason, a dark thrill shivered through her and stayed her tongue.
The hands pressed slowly yet firmly against her thighs, parting them wider...wider...until her skirt hindered her from opening any further. Then, her unseen intruder moved his hands up along the inside of her thighs, hooking her skirt with his fingers and pushing it up around her hips as he coaxed her to widen her legs even more.
He could be anyone. Anyone.
But she had no desire to stop him.