"I wanna show you a funny little hand game. You'll like it, I promise. Start by making a ring with your fingers."
Phoebe perked up, giving a little ok sign. "So... like this?" I nodded, fetching a bottle of lubrication from my bag. Phoebe, for being in her late twenties, was so naive. I enjoyed it, and I think everyone should have a little upbeat ball of happiness in their lives, but it was just something that stood out as odd for a woman of her age. Though still single, she had a nice body she was just so unaware of. And so that, mixed with her innocence for how things work in the world, gave way to the start of my fun with her.
I lathered my hand with some lotion, then dribbled some on her gesturing hand. She raised one eyebrow and let out a kind of friendly "I don't really get it, but I'm playing along" type of laugh. "It's kinda cold, right?" she added, but I was more focused on explaining the "game".
"Now, I'm gonna put these two fingers in the hole of your ring, here," I said, positioning them right by her thumb and index finger. "Make sure to squeeze the hole firmly against my fingers."
Phoebe squinted her eyes at me, blinking a few times and nodding her head. "I don't really get this game." She watched with curiosity, and then surprise as I began thrusting my fingers into the ring she made. The lubricated digits' friction against each other made a slurping sound as she watched her right hand get finger-banged.
"Maybe we should, uh..." she began, before trailing off listening to the wet slippery noises, and the dribble of lube down her wrist as my fingertips went deep inside her ring, bending slightly. To keep her mind on the "game", I merely reminded her of the rules. "Keep your fingers tight, Phoebe." I watched her face slowly go red as she re-gripped onto my sliding fingers, her eyes narrow as she stared silently and with intent. Her breaths were far and few between, but all heavy sighs that hinted at arousal.
Finally, I pulled away my fingers, flicking some lube onto the ground as my sticky hand came out of the ring, before looking back up at her. Her eyes met mine, and she had a weird countenance. Usually, she has a jovial and friendly demeanor, but now she simply looked right at me with an expressionless face that made it clear she was processing a burning feeling internally. A few seconds pass, and she let out a quiet, fake laugh, before excusing herself.
"I, uh, I'll talk to you later," she said, quickly leaving my office with a lot more to think about.
***
Walking home, I had received some unexpected texts from Phoebe. It seemed like she wanted to join me tonight at my apartment, but something was definitely off. She kept mentioning the little finger game we did, and how she "can't stop thinking about it." which really made me wonder... had Phoebe been fantasizing about it the whole day, imagining my little finger demonstration, but with her quivering pussy? I couldn't blame her, really. If I had to guess, Phoebe doesn't masturbate much, she doesn't know how to take care of her urges. Perhaps what's gonna happen tonight will change that.
I barely had time to change and shower before Phoebe knocked at the door of my apartment. I opened it, finding her shuffling in place, her legs somewhat wobbly. "The finger game..." she started, fidgeting and getting even more flustered by the moment. "I wanna play it again, please..."
I wrapped my arm around her back, guiding her into the house. "Sure, sure... but don't you think there's a better thing to use than your hands? One that'll be even more fun for you?" She didn't respond, but closely followed me down the hall to my room, staring up at me with that same look from earlier today. Finally, she managed to squeak, "I think... that's fun... you should show me that."
I chuckled, beckoning her onto the bed. "Don't worry, I'll take it from here, Phoebe. Just enjoy."
She clambered onto the bed and stared down at her crotch as I began pulling off her jeans, the sounds of shuffling clothes and heavy breathing filling the silence in the room. The state of her underwear was a sight to see. She wore a comically innocent pair of white panties, with a bear printed on them. And they were absurdly drenched. A sticky stain clung the underwear to her pussy lips, and peeling it away made a string of clear, glistening girlcum still connecting her underwear to her swollen lips. "You liked my little hand game," I said, shaking my head in disbelief. The girl just quickly turned away and stared blankly at the wall, unable to say anything back.
"Alright, I'm gonna start playing now," I explained, putting her spread-eagled and re-lubricating my middle and ring fingers. She kept taking peeks back in anticipation, but as my fingers pushed deep into her pussy for the first time, her head flew back on the pillow with a shocked and pleasured expression. She wasn't ready for the finger-banging she was about to receive.