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Author: femme_slash_fan AKA Liesel.
Fandoms: RPFS - House Actors.
Kinks: Gunplay, PhoneSex, Foot Fetish, Humiliation (In Private), Tattoos/Tattooing.
1.
Gunplay, Anne/Lisa.
The sound of guns had always calmed Anne, she’d grown up around them and now she was finding them useful to alleviate pressure. At least, she would have done if it hadn’t been for the fact she was trying to teach Lisa how to use them. The combined heat of the woman pressed to her chest and the warm gun in her hands as she moulded Lisa’s around it were combining to make her tremble with lust. It took another two shots for her own aim to falter. She hurried to put the gun down, not letting Lisa have a chance to ask what she was planning before she turned the woman and pinned her to the wall of the range cubicle they were using. The sound of Lisa’s breath catching seemed loud in the silence after their shots, the soft whimper of surprise making Anne give a low growling moan before pressing her further back, the gun-case cutting into Lisa’s back enough to probably leave marks. A gun was definitely pressed somewhere near her spine as Anne could feel it pushing Lisa against her some more before she claimed the startled woman’s lips, giving her no chance to refuse or comment. When she finally released the woman, eyes intent on Lisa’s face as she trailed her hand from the woman’s hair down, over her shirt and skirt before letting it slide back up, teasing but firm and fast enough to gain another gasp from the woman. It took Anne a matter of moments to remove the spare clothing, leaving Lisa near naked as she tugged her closer, returning the gun to it’s case before pressing Lisa back against it, using the handle that overhung the case to tease Lisa a little, glad of her strength as the woman slid closer, seemingly no longer able to support herself. She let her spare hand trail over Lisa’s side again, taking a moment to capture the woman’s lips in hers then release, her touch gentle but firm as she caressed the woman’s chest, taking in the head that tipped back, a throaty moan escaping the woman as she did so. Anne rarely went on instinct alone but this time she did, letting her hand slide low, over the woman’s legs, parting them just enough to slide a leg between them and press up. Again the woman moaned, this time her hips bucked a little, Lisa finally open to what was going to happen. Anne took her chance fast enough to startle the woman, lifting her just enough to settle her on the edge of the cubicle shelf, her eyes flashing as she trailed her hand lower over Lisa’s stomach again and down, into the woman’s underwear, taking a moment to tease and pleasure the other woman, only slipping her first finger in when the woman gave a small needy whine, glad of the ability to read Lisa’s face so easily. It had clearly been a long time since someone had taken their chance with the woman and the resulting shivers and moans were like music to Anne, her hands smoothing the woman’s legs wider before she drew the woman up, guiding the woman’s underwear lower and looking up to gain permission, taking her chance quickly, placing enough pressure against the woman to gain another moan and shiver, the time spent on the foreplay paying off as she gained the orgasm she’d been aiming to give the woman.
2.
Phonesex, Anne/Lisa.
“Anne?”
“Hey… you doin’ okay?”
“You mean besides missing you?” The question was soft as Lisa walked to the window of her apartment, looking out of it as she waited for the response.
“Yeah, besides that?”
“Not so bad… still missing you though.”
“Babe…”
“Yeah?”
“Remember that thing we were talking about?”
“Yeah… I do.” Lisa had a feeling she knew what was coming next but she made her way to the bed to sit down anyway, just in case she was wrong.
“Well… what do you think?”
“About doing it?”
“Yeah…”
“Depends if you’re sure we won’t be left hanging… again.”
“Well, I’m back home… with the parents out.”
“Sounds like we’ll be fine.”
“Mhm… so?”
“I’m in!”
“Good girl.” The sound of appreciation had sent a shiver down Lisa’s spine as she heard it, now she settled back on the bed, glad that she’d really just finished a shower.
“So… who starts?”
“Me?”
“Go ahead babe…”
“Well, why don’t you tell me what you’re wearing?”
“Nothing…”
“Nothing?” Anne sounded surprised, which had gained a laugh from Lisa.
“Yeah, nothing… I just finished a shower… how about you??”
“The usual black lace.”
“Sounds lovely…” Lisa paused, thinking her next words out carefully. “Perhaps you should get out of them.”
Anne had been silent for a few moments after that, evidently behaving exactly as she was told, coming back to the phone after a short while. “Ready when you are gorgeous.”
“I bet you are.”
“So… you ready for me?”
“Stop teasing!” Lisa had sounded a little pleading at that, then added. “Before I come out there and just jump you.”
“Now there’s a sexy image.” Anne’s voice had roughened by now and it was clear she was fighting to have some self-control.
“So, what would we do if I did get out there?”
“Well, we’d have to take a shower for one… you know how I love those.”
“Mhm… plenty of lovely views for us both, although I’m pretty sure you’d be too needy to wait.”
“Yeah, chances are I’d just rip you out of the clothes and take you then and there.”
“Like the little bitch you are.”
“Mhm… apart from I doubt you’d have a chance to say anything.”
“Oh really?”
“Well, unless you call moaning saying something.”
“Babe, you’d not let me breathe knowing you.”
“No, I’d probably eat you alive…” Anne was definitely panting by this point, Lisa barely in control of her own breathing.
“Now that…” She broke off to moan. “Is a lovely, lovely image.”
“Well, I’ll be sure to make good on that when I next see you… but in the meantime we have definitely got to get down to the good stuff.”
“Or I could just get out there… I mean it’s only one state over.”
“Well, you’re on your cell right? Talk to me as you get here.”
“Okay, deal.” Lisa smirked, finding her kneelength dress and flats, pulling them on quickly to get out to the car, starting it up. “So, tell me exactly what you’d want me to do when I get there?”
3.
Foot Fetish, Anne/Lisa.
The idea of having a thing for feet was something Anne had found utterly repulsive for a long time. This had ended only when she first noticed exactly how pretty Lisa’s feet actually were. That first time had been easy, a simple foot-rub at the end of a long day of filming. Still she had grown very fond of Lisa over time and the foot-rubs had turned into playing footsie at the lunch-tables, Lisa sliding her feet up Anne’s leg during filming and all sorts of other foot-worship and teasing.
The crew had yet to notice exactly how often the two women slipped away for a little foot-rub or two. Anne had begun to take more precise care to hit the areas of Lisa’s feet that gained moans and small stifled gasps. She loved the reaction that gained and she was forever planting soft kisses to the top of Lisa’s foot, mostly when she was just about to switch feet and give the other the exact same treatment.
Lisa had noticed that Anne was a little funny about having her own feet touched and she made a point of playing footsie as often as she could to make up for her ability to reciprocate. She hated seeing the woman twitch but she loved the soft gasps she could gain from the other woman by just running her feet over Anne’s.
The two had been doing this since the first day she and Anne had met and whilst Anne was getting a lot better at the art of foot massage Lisa was beginning to wish she could repay the woman somehow. She would soon have to admit this to Anne, although she currently had no real idea how to do that. As she watched Anne place yet another tender kiss to her bruised foot she was stunned to see the slight tears in the woman’s eyes.
“Annie?”
Anne glanced up at the use of her pet name, seemingly startled as she wiped her eyes.
“Is there a specific reason you refuse to let me see your feet?”
“No… I just… I’m not used to people liking my feet.”
“Then let me have a chance.”
Anne had paused to think then nodded, letting her feet come to rest in Lisa’s lap.
Lisa had taken a moment to caress each foot before she spoke. “Annie… you have lovely feet.”
Anne had flushed at that then smiled. “So… you honestly think that?”
“Yes.”
Lisa’s comment was proved with two soft kisses to the tips of Anne’s toes, her hands gently settling to work on Anne’s, giving the woman a chance to get used to it before she smiled at the woman, wriggling her own toes.
Anne had gracefully picked up where she’d left off with Lisa’s feet, taking her time to repay each tender touch or kiss with one of her own, smiling softly as she relaxed, giving a soft moan as Lisa’s hands probed a slightly tender area of her foot, the gentle caress she got in return paying her back for her simple act of trust.
4.
Humiliation (In Private), Anne/Lisa.
The fight had finished long before the two women even understood why they’d been fighting. They were still angry however and it showed in the way they were cussing at each other. Anne tended to be silent and allow Lisa to dominate these kinds of conversations but recently she had noticed she was being used as Lisa’s pet, a thing she much despised and refused to be part of.
Anne was currently shut in the bathroom, Lisa sat right outside, Anne had gone silent minutes ago, seemingly determined not to retaliate anymore and just wait for Lisa to finish her onslaught. Anne was not really one to like humiliation and she was finding herself losing respect for Lisa by the second.
“Get out here you little bitch.”
Lisa’s words sounded angry and just the smallest bit pleading. She was pissed that Anne had stopped responding and she was a little worried she’d perhaps taken things way too far but Anne had not used their safeword and she found it impossible to not worry.
Anne had stayed put for a while before coming to the door. She looked somewhat defeated and like she’d lost her favourite blanket.
“Why are you crying like a little girl?”
Lisa kept her guise up as long as she could, unable to fight off the slight pleading.
Anne had smirked slightly as she stubbornly shook her head, refusing to react, stepping out of Lisa’s reach before the woman could use any form of strength against her. She could take the verbal abuse but anything else was pushing it.
“Come back here!” Lisa stood up now, moving closer, not quite noticing how fast Anne backed up again. “Stand still.”
Anne had done as she was told finally, although she sat before given permission, refusing to let Lisa have that much control. She was smiling slightly as she gained a soft stroke of her hair, taking the momentary comfort as much as possible, realising she could trust Lisa to stick to the programme.
“Stand up you little whore.”
Anne again refused to do as she was told, smirking as Lisa pulled her up and pushed her to sit on the laundry basket, only flinching when she felt Lisa trying to guide her head, she yanked away and stood quickly. “No. I am done being you’re little slut.”
Lisa seemed startled and Anne pushed her advantage. “Kneel down.” The second she had control she had taken it fully, settling back into her seat and simply spreading her legs. “Do you honestly think I have time to teach you the proper way to please someone?”
This was something Lisa had agreed to and yet she seemed to not want to speak or respond. “Little girl.” Anne’s voice held a certain amount of anger and disgust. “Stand.” Lisa had done as asked, slowly, seemingly flinching. “Come.” As she came closer Anne had tugged her down roughly. “Now. What is our safeword?” Anne may have liked her control but she could see the raw pain in the other woman’s eyes.
“Fussy.”
The second Lisa gave the safeword Anne had responded by hugging the other, older, woman close, nuzzling her ear softly.
5.
Tattoo/Tattooing, Anne/Lisa.
The idea of getting a tattoo had been one that Anne had thought about since high-school. She had refused to do that for a while. Recently she had gone back to thinking about it. Anne was seriously trying to find a way to blend both her own and Lisa’s personalities and design a somewhat even tattoo for the two of them to have.
Lisa also was designing a tattoo, unaware that Anne had been trying to design one. They had talked about the idea of getting matching tattoos for a while and they were both determined to make sure they were good enough that they wouldn’t regret them. Eventually Lisa finished her style and headed over to Anne’s house for their agreed meeting, praying that perhaps Anne would be done with her design.
Anne had indeed finished her design and the two spent a while discussing the two designs, eventually sketching out a third that would be the finished design. It was half Lisa’s design and half Anne’s. The overall result was a love heart with their entwined initials.
As the two drove toward their chosen parlour they were considering how best to ignore the pain. Anne had suggested they just keep a tight hold on each other’s hands and tried their best to concentrate on the light-headed and erotic feeling they’d most likely gain. She was hoping they would otherwise one or the both of them may have some trouble with it. Either way she knew that she would find things all the more sexy when she knew Lisa was named as hers.
The two had continued to talk as they awaited their chance to get the tattoos done. Lisa had been getting steadily more nervous and it fell to Anne to speak for them both. She had taken the chance to go first swiftly and settled into the chair, keeping her eyes and hand on Lisa. They were clearly too concentrated on each other to find it too painful. Once Anne was done she switched places with Lisa, gently squeezing her hand to comfort her as she knew how much Lisa hated needles in any way. The idea of getting the tattoo was one that had highly frightened Lisa but now she found the kiss of the needle something of an aphrodisiac as was proved by her overly stretched smile and clear joy.
The needle had not proved at all erotic for Anne but she watched the reaction from Lisa with something close to amusement. It was very interesting to see how she reacted to such a pleasurable experience. Once she was finished they would be heading home and judging from the reaction Lisa was having then they would probably not leave the bedroom for the next week. Once Lisa was done Anne took control to get the woman paid and guide Lisa from the shop and out to the car. She probably broke every speed limit but she needed to get Lisa home as the woman’s hands were already beginning to travel south.
Fandoms: RPFS - House Actors.
Kinks: Gunplay, PhoneSex, Foot Fetish, Humiliation (In Private), Tattoos/Tattooing.
1.
Gunplay, Anne/Lisa.
The sound of guns had always calmed Anne, she’d grown up around them and now she was finding them useful to alleviate pressure. At least, she would have done if it hadn’t been for the fact she was trying to teach Lisa how to use them. The combined heat of the woman pressed to her chest and the warm gun in her hands as she moulded Lisa’s around it were combining to make her tremble with lust. It took another two shots for her own aim to falter. She hurried to put the gun down, not letting Lisa have a chance to ask what she was planning before she turned the woman and pinned her to the wall of the range cubicle they were using. The sound of Lisa’s breath catching seemed loud in the silence after their shots, the soft whimper of surprise making Anne give a low growling moan before pressing her further back, the gun-case cutting into Lisa’s back enough to probably leave marks. A gun was definitely pressed somewhere near her spine as Anne could feel it pushing Lisa against her some more before she claimed the startled woman’s lips, giving her no chance to refuse or comment. When she finally released the woman, eyes intent on Lisa’s face as she trailed her hand from the woman’s hair down, over her shirt and skirt before letting it slide back up, teasing but firm and fast enough to gain another gasp from the woman. It took Anne a matter of moments to remove the spare clothing, leaving Lisa near naked as she tugged her closer, returning the gun to it’s case before pressing Lisa back against it, using the handle that overhung the case to tease Lisa a little, glad of her strength as the woman slid closer, seemingly no longer able to support herself. She let her spare hand trail over Lisa’s side again, taking a moment to capture the woman’s lips in hers then release, her touch gentle but firm as she caressed the woman’s chest, taking in the head that tipped back, a throaty moan escaping the woman as she did so. Anne rarely went on instinct alone but this time she did, letting her hand slide low, over the woman’s legs, parting them just enough to slide a leg between them and press up. Again the woman moaned, this time her hips bucked a little, Lisa finally open to what was going to happen. Anne took her chance fast enough to startle the woman, lifting her just enough to settle her on the edge of the cubicle shelf, her eyes flashing as she trailed her hand lower over Lisa’s stomach again and down, into the woman’s underwear, taking a moment to tease and pleasure the other woman, only slipping her first finger in when the woman gave a small needy whine, glad of the ability to read Lisa’s face so easily. It had clearly been a long time since someone had taken their chance with the woman and the resulting shivers and moans were like music to Anne, her hands smoothing the woman’s legs wider before she drew the woman up, guiding the woman’s underwear lower and looking up to gain permission, taking her chance quickly, placing enough pressure against the woman to gain another moan and shiver, the time spent on the foreplay paying off as she gained the orgasm she’d been aiming to give the woman.
2.
Phonesex, Anne/Lisa.
“Anne?”
“Hey… you doin’ okay?”
“You mean besides missing you?” The question was soft as Lisa walked to the window of her apartment, looking out of it as she waited for the response.
“Yeah, besides that?”
“Not so bad… still missing you though.”
“Babe…”
“Yeah?”
“Remember that thing we were talking about?”
“Yeah… I do.” Lisa had a feeling she knew what was coming next but she made her way to the bed to sit down anyway, just in case she was wrong.
“Well… what do you think?”
“About doing it?”
“Yeah…”
“Depends if you’re sure we won’t be left hanging… again.”
“Well, I’m back home… with the parents out.”
“Sounds like we’ll be fine.”
“Mhm… so?”
“I’m in!”
“Good girl.” The sound of appreciation had sent a shiver down Lisa’s spine as she heard it, now she settled back on the bed, glad that she’d really just finished a shower.
“So… who starts?”
“Me?”
“Go ahead babe…”
“Well, why don’t you tell me what you’re wearing?”
“Nothing…”
“Nothing?” Anne sounded surprised, which had gained a laugh from Lisa.
“Yeah, nothing… I just finished a shower… how about you??”
“The usual black lace.”
“Sounds lovely…” Lisa paused, thinking her next words out carefully. “Perhaps you should get out of them.”
Anne had been silent for a few moments after that, evidently behaving exactly as she was told, coming back to the phone after a short while. “Ready when you are gorgeous.”
“I bet you are.”
“So… you ready for me?”
“Stop teasing!” Lisa had sounded a little pleading at that, then added. “Before I come out there and just jump you.”
“Now there’s a sexy image.” Anne’s voice had roughened by now and it was clear she was fighting to have some self-control.
“So, what would we do if I did get out there?”
“Well, we’d have to take a shower for one… you know how I love those.”
“Mhm… plenty of lovely views for us both, although I’m pretty sure you’d be too needy to wait.”
“Yeah, chances are I’d just rip you out of the clothes and take you then and there.”
“Like the little bitch you are.”
“Mhm… apart from I doubt you’d have a chance to say anything.”
“Oh really?”
“Well, unless you call moaning saying something.”
“Babe, you’d not let me breathe knowing you.”
“No, I’d probably eat you alive…” Anne was definitely panting by this point, Lisa barely in control of her own breathing.
“Now that…” She broke off to moan. “Is a lovely, lovely image.”
“Well, I’ll be sure to make good on that when I next see you… but in the meantime we have definitely got to get down to the good stuff.”
“Or I could just get out there… I mean it’s only one state over.”
“Well, you’re on your cell right? Talk to me as you get here.”
“Okay, deal.” Lisa smirked, finding her kneelength dress and flats, pulling them on quickly to get out to the car, starting it up. “So, tell me exactly what you’d want me to do when I get there?”
3.
Foot Fetish, Anne/Lisa.
The idea of having a thing for feet was something Anne had found utterly repulsive for a long time. This had ended only when she first noticed exactly how pretty Lisa’s feet actually were. That first time had been easy, a simple foot-rub at the end of a long day of filming. Still she had grown very fond of Lisa over time and the foot-rubs had turned into playing footsie at the lunch-tables, Lisa sliding her feet up Anne’s leg during filming and all sorts of other foot-worship and teasing.
The crew had yet to notice exactly how often the two women slipped away for a little foot-rub or two. Anne had begun to take more precise care to hit the areas of Lisa’s feet that gained moans and small stifled gasps. She loved the reaction that gained and she was forever planting soft kisses to the top of Lisa’s foot, mostly when she was just about to switch feet and give the other the exact same treatment.
Lisa had noticed that Anne was a little funny about having her own feet touched and she made a point of playing footsie as often as she could to make up for her ability to reciprocate. She hated seeing the woman twitch but she loved the soft gasps she could gain from the other woman by just running her feet over Anne’s.
The two had been doing this since the first day she and Anne had met and whilst Anne was getting a lot better at the art of foot massage Lisa was beginning to wish she could repay the woman somehow. She would soon have to admit this to Anne, although she currently had no real idea how to do that. As she watched Anne place yet another tender kiss to her bruised foot she was stunned to see the slight tears in the woman’s eyes.
“Annie?”
Anne glanced up at the use of her pet name, seemingly startled as she wiped her eyes.
“Is there a specific reason you refuse to let me see your feet?”
“No… I just… I’m not used to people liking my feet.”
“Then let me have a chance.”
Anne had paused to think then nodded, letting her feet come to rest in Lisa’s lap.
Lisa had taken a moment to caress each foot before she spoke. “Annie… you have lovely feet.”
Anne had flushed at that then smiled. “So… you honestly think that?”
“Yes.”
Lisa’s comment was proved with two soft kisses to the tips of Anne’s toes, her hands gently settling to work on Anne’s, giving the woman a chance to get used to it before she smiled at the woman, wriggling her own toes.
Anne had gracefully picked up where she’d left off with Lisa’s feet, taking her time to repay each tender touch or kiss with one of her own, smiling softly as she relaxed, giving a soft moan as Lisa’s hands probed a slightly tender area of her foot, the gentle caress she got in return paying her back for her simple act of trust.
4.
Humiliation (In Private), Anne/Lisa.
The fight had finished long before the two women even understood why they’d been fighting. They were still angry however and it showed in the way they were cussing at each other. Anne tended to be silent and allow Lisa to dominate these kinds of conversations but recently she had noticed she was being used as Lisa’s pet, a thing she much despised and refused to be part of.
Anne was currently shut in the bathroom, Lisa sat right outside, Anne had gone silent minutes ago, seemingly determined not to retaliate anymore and just wait for Lisa to finish her onslaught. Anne was not really one to like humiliation and she was finding herself losing respect for Lisa by the second.
“Get out here you little bitch.”
Lisa’s words sounded angry and just the smallest bit pleading. She was pissed that Anne had stopped responding and she was a little worried she’d perhaps taken things way too far but Anne had not used their safeword and she found it impossible to not worry.
Anne had stayed put for a while before coming to the door. She looked somewhat defeated and like she’d lost her favourite blanket.
“Why are you crying like a little girl?”
Lisa kept her guise up as long as she could, unable to fight off the slight pleading.
Anne had smirked slightly as she stubbornly shook her head, refusing to react, stepping out of Lisa’s reach before the woman could use any form of strength against her. She could take the verbal abuse but anything else was pushing it.
“Come back here!” Lisa stood up now, moving closer, not quite noticing how fast Anne backed up again. “Stand still.”
Anne had done as she was told finally, although she sat before given permission, refusing to let Lisa have that much control. She was smiling slightly as she gained a soft stroke of her hair, taking the momentary comfort as much as possible, realising she could trust Lisa to stick to the programme.
“Stand up you little whore.”
Anne again refused to do as she was told, smirking as Lisa pulled her up and pushed her to sit on the laundry basket, only flinching when she felt Lisa trying to guide her head, she yanked away and stood quickly. “No. I am done being you’re little slut.”
Lisa seemed startled and Anne pushed her advantage. “Kneel down.” The second she had control she had taken it fully, settling back into her seat and simply spreading her legs. “Do you honestly think I have time to teach you the proper way to please someone?”
This was something Lisa had agreed to and yet she seemed to not want to speak or respond. “Little girl.” Anne’s voice held a certain amount of anger and disgust. “Stand.” Lisa had done as asked, slowly, seemingly flinching. “Come.” As she came closer Anne had tugged her down roughly. “Now. What is our safeword?” Anne may have liked her control but she could see the raw pain in the other woman’s eyes.
“Fussy.”
The second Lisa gave the safeword Anne had responded by hugging the other, older, woman close, nuzzling her ear softly.
5.
Tattoo/Tattooing, Anne/Lisa.
The idea of getting a tattoo had been one that Anne had thought about since high-school. She had refused to do that for a while. Recently she had gone back to thinking about it. Anne was seriously trying to find a way to blend both her own and Lisa’s personalities and design a somewhat even tattoo for the two of them to have.
Lisa also was designing a tattoo, unaware that Anne had been trying to design one. They had talked about the idea of getting matching tattoos for a while and they were both determined to make sure they were good enough that they wouldn’t regret them. Eventually Lisa finished her style and headed over to Anne’s house for their agreed meeting, praying that perhaps Anne would be done with her design.
Anne had indeed finished her design and the two spent a while discussing the two designs, eventually sketching out a third that would be the finished design. It was half Lisa’s design and half Anne’s. The overall result was a love heart with their entwined initials.
As the two drove toward their chosen parlour they were considering how best to ignore the pain. Anne had suggested they just keep a tight hold on each other’s hands and tried their best to concentrate on the light-headed and erotic feeling they’d most likely gain. She was hoping they would otherwise one or the both of them may have some trouble with it. Either way she knew that she would find things all the more sexy when she knew Lisa was named as hers.
The two had continued to talk as they awaited their chance to get the tattoos done. Lisa had been getting steadily more nervous and it fell to Anne to speak for them both. She had taken the chance to go first swiftly and settled into the chair, keeping her eyes and hand on Lisa. They were clearly too concentrated on each other to find it too painful. Once Anne was done she switched places with Lisa, gently squeezing her hand to comfort her as she knew how much Lisa hated needles in any way. The idea of getting the tattoo was one that had highly frightened Lisa but now she found the kiss of the needle something of an aphrodisiac as was proved by her overly stretched smile and clear joy.
The needle had not proved at all erotic for Anne but she watched the reaction from Lisa with something close to amusement. It was very interesting to see how she reacted to such a pleasurable experience. Once she was finished they would be heading home and judging from the reaction Lisa was having then they would probably not leave the bedroom for the next week. Once Lisa was done Anne took control to get the woman paid and guide Lisa from the shop and out to the car. She probably broke every speed limit but she needed to get Lisa home as the woman’s hands were already beginning to travel south.