That Old Hand on Pillow Stunt

Paul got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. When he came back to bed he noticed that Donna's hand was now over on his pillow. Through light from a streetlight filtering in through the window, it was plain to see: Donna lying there on her back with her head on her pillow, fast asleep; and Donna's right hand lying open, palm up, over on Paul's pillow.

Paul's heart beat faster as he carefully, gently got back into bed. Gently, so as not to wake Donna. Now Paul was lying on his stomach, looking down at his pillow, looking down at Donna's hand lying palm up on his pillow. Her hand palm up, fingers uncurled most of the way. In the dim light Paul could see the lines in the palm of her hand, he could see the ends of her long fingernails jutting out beyond her fingertips. It always turned Paul on to see Donna's long nails from the underside of her fingers, sticking out beyond her fingertips.

But what turned Paul on the most... now his heart was hammering, he felt like he was about to take advantage of Donna, but he couldn't help himself... he couldn't let an opportunity like this pass him by... what turned Paul on the most was to have Donna's hand... over... Oh, Paul's heart was pounding frantically as he slowly, gradually lowered his face toward his pillow...

Paul was filled with an electric excitement in the dark as he gradually, gently lowered his face toward his pillow -- as he slowly lowered his mouth and the bottom part of his face into the open palm of Donna's hand...

Donna's big smooth pretty hands! Donna's large soft warm hands! Now a thrill coursed up Paul's spine as his lips came to rest, pressed down firmly into the palm of Donna's hand lying on his pillow! Oh, Paul let his mouth press down into Donna's palm beneath the full weight of his head... Eyes closed, he relaxed in the dark, his lips pressed into the soft warmth of Donna's palm, his lower face contained in her big warm beautiful hand! Breathing in and out through his nostrils, he could smell the intoxicating scent of her hand... Paul was dizzy, beside himself, his consciousness in a whirl... for Paul now had Donna's hand pressed over his mouth!

The delight! The wonder of it all! The electric physical pleasure of Donna's big soft hand pressed over his mouth! True, Donna would sometimes hold Paul's mouth when they were making love, or when they were goofing around, or even if he asked her nicely. Donna knew how badly Paul wanted her hand over his mouth, and she would oblige him now and then, but never often enough. Never often enough! Paul always hungered for more, he always burned to have Donna's hand over his mouth more often, he never got enough mouth holding out of her to satisfy his urges...

So now, in the middle of the night, Paul was lying there on his stomach in bed, with his mouth and lower face pressed down into the palm of Donna's hand on his pillow. And he was beside himself with delight!

After a minute or two Donna shifted in bed slightly, made a soft noise, woke up. She mumbled, "Oh, wha's that?... Paul, wha' you doin'?...... Ohhh... you got m' han' o' y'mouth..."

Paul, lying there on his pillow with his face pressed down into Donna's hand, went, "Mmmmmmmmmhhh... mmmmmm, mmmmmmmmh..."

Donna, all sleepy: "Okay... I know how ya like m' han' o' y'mouth... Have fun... Don' suff'cate y'self..."

With that, Donna drifted back to sleep. And Paul lay there for quite some time in the dark of the night, tingles of pleasure running up and down his nerves like silvery freezing rain, his mouth pressed firmly into the big large soft warm mouth holding palm of Donna's hand...