"Well? And then?" Vinny encouraged, knowing there was more to the tale.
"Well it starts to get fuzzy. Sometimes it's lots of hands, sometimes its only a few pairs, but every time I think of it......FUCK!!!!!! It makes me nuts when the unseen hands hold me, stroke my face and lips, and....". Williams face went red, Vinny saw him visibly sweat, but Vinny was used to looking for these signs in a man. Will was relieved when Joanne arrived with the drinks, but Vinny was not to be put off.
"Wet your whistle and carry on you bastard, don't leave me hanging....Bitch."
"Yeah?" Joanne squeeled as she spun around, a coy look on her face, " well I get off work in half an hour so I'll give you pretty boys a lift to the loft, and William....Don't pinch my arse in front of the boss. Fuck you two are going to get me fired."
"Hey I was checking your work skirt ok," he laughed while she walked back to the bar. Vinny was on him before Will could change the subject. "So the Hands."
"Oh yeah. They stroke my face and lips, and it's like they're everywhere. I'm being held and I realise I'm trapped. Oh yeah, it's about then that i realise that my blindfold is a pair of hands wearing black felt gloves. There are rings on the fingers." Will drinks half his drink and then continues. "I can't see the rings but I can feel the warm metal on my brow."
"Womens hands?"
"Yes. Well...I dunno."
"Well if you become a ravishing Queen like me we can swap clothes."
"Fuck that, I remember when your ex threw your shit out and my friggin' jacket got lost. You're not borrowing shit off me!' William reminded.
"Oh and then it starts to get wet. Some of the hands are rubbing sweet oil into my skin, while other hands are getting frisky. I'm hard already but that only excites them. When they slick my dick up, I feel my legs being pulled apart, and another hand stroke the base of it, teasing my balls." He pauses again, finishing his drink. "I feel this hard pinch on my nipples, and when I jerk my body forward a wet finger slides into my arse. I feel it looking for juice glands. The confining hands pull me roughly to the bed, while their teammate hands continue their rhythmic gropes for what seems only too short a time. Then all I can feel is hands. God they knew how close I was to exploding!"
"I am just by listening," Vinnie added, cutting him off to pass him a lighter. Smoke flew outWills nose as he dragged his rollie. He could feel a strand of tobacco tickling his lip..
"Anyway, they all stop and pull away while I'm held there, and I feel rain, I can hear the thunder. Then one hand returns and I blow my load! It's in time with me and light flickers through the cracks in the gloves over my eyes."
"The what?" Vinnie gasped.
"I got out a towel and wiped my knob dry you idiot!" Now finish your drink so we can go roll a joint in the car for when Jo gets off. Then we can go see your weirdo band at the loft."
"I can't you cunt," Vinnie confessed. "My pants don't fit right."