Your Thoughts on My Skin

By Vivian Worthby

Enjoy the sensual, earthy heat of this nerdy erotica. You'll find 7 short stories for a variety of passionate experiences.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vivian Worthby
• Release date: Sep 11, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005832261

Vivian Worthby

Just a 30-something-year-old woman wanting to celebrate nerdy, sensual, earthy desire.

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Your Thoughts on My Skin

by Vivian Worthby

Copyright 2021 Vivian Worthby

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Table of Contents

Turn My Pages

Performance

Good with His Hands

Work of Love

The Way You Touch Me

Both Sides of The Ruler

This Feels So Good

Turn My Pages

He caught her eye as soon as he came in the library door. His luxurious hair, his alert eyes, and his determined movements intrigued her.

And he came straight toward her, those eyes on her with a smile.

Hi, I'm here to host the chess workshop this evening, he said in a velvety voice.

It took her a second to muster herself to be able to speak.

Oh, well, hi, I'm Alyssa. You can use the table and cabinet over there as your workstation and all the tables in that corner for the workshop.

Thank you, Alyssa, I'm Jesse. His eyes lingered on her.

She smiled at him and then led him to the cabinet. He walked behind her, taking in her shape in her pale pink blouse and medium length floral skirt. The expression in her spectacled eyes and red lips had hinted at a fire burning beneath those clothes.

Can I get anything for you? she asked when they arrived.

There was a noticeable pause before he replied, No, thank you. 

Then she went on to her own business. He sat down a bag and brought out a laptop to place on the desk, rolling up the sleeves of his white dress shirt.

Participants began to trickle in. While she sorted returned books, she would hear him explaining a concept to the group, or see him watching them, see him lean over to more impactfully correct someone.

And when he'd walk the area, he'd sometimes see her body stretching to reach a shelf. At other times, he'd hear her, Yes, I know just where that volume is, or, Oh, it works like this, the latter coming when she was helping someone use the computer, always in a professional tone.

Her movements were gracefully proper and full of purpose, whether carrying books, sorting books, directing someone.

A few times during the evening, they made eye contact, turning, seeing the other was in view, looking into their eyes, admiring their face, noticing an ass or waist or arm. She only had that heated gaze for him and he that searching, happy glance for her.

It was almost time for the workshop to be over and Jesse was talking with his hands about something while one of the male participants leaned against a partition. Alyssa stood, her hand still on the handle of the office door she'd just closed, as she took in the smile on his face, the way he gestured a chess move or to emphasize a point, the way his movements drew attention to his shirt tucked into his dress pants.

She went and closed another door, and then began turning off equipment and computers. It was when part of the room grew dark that the last participant left and Jesse put his laptop in his bag. He looked at Alyssa and lingered on her skirt that accentuated her ass, her waist when she reached over to turn off an awkwardly placed light, and, when she turned, the pleasantly surprised smile on her face at seeing him look at her.

He drew nearer, holding her gaze, both of them wearing smiles as they became face to face.

Can I hang around and take you out when you close? he asked her.

A mischievous turn of her lips directed his attention to her mouth.

She played her