Entrapped by Desire

The next moment, his fingers brushed lightly over my soaked underwear, teasing me for a few seconds before slipping boldly beneath the fabric, reaching that forbidden place.

I couldn't hold it back anymore. My hand reached behind me and grabbed his. "You can't touch me there…"

A wave of embarrassment and excitement swept through me. My strength was nearly gone, but I still slowly pressed my legs together.

I was terrified I would lose control right there in the crowded subway. In my panic, my hand accidentally brushed against his crotch.

"What's wrong? Can't hold back anymore?"

I quickly pulled my hand away, but even so, the sensation startled me. Despite years of experience in my field, I was caught off guard.

I finally gave up resisting. Tilting my head back, I let out shaky breaths, allowing him to do as he pleased…

The subway soon reached the next station. People rushed to get on and off, making the car even more chaotic. As I left the train, I glanced over my shoulder to catch a look at the man behind me. Even through his clothes, I could see the clear outline of his bulging muscles.

But what truly caught my eye was the shape in his pants. Even though he tried to cover it with his hand, the way his trousers were pulled tight made it impossible not to notice.

After leaving the station, I made my way to the clinic with my legs pressed together. The sudden quietness made my whole body feel like it was on fire. At that moment, all my restraint disappeared.

I left the clinic door half-closed. My mind was racing with all sorts of feverish images. I walked into the exam room, unable to control myself. Then, I undressed and lay down on the bed, letting my hands wander, and my legs squeezed tightly together as I let lust guide my way.

I replayed the subway encounter again in my mind. That man was so much more exciting than Ken. Just remembering it left me dizzy with desire. If only I could really experience him on a more personal level…

I brought my fingers to my mouth, my breathing growing heavier. I rolled on the bed, shifting into different positions, caught up in sensations I had never felt before.

Right when I was completely lost in the moment, the door into the exam room creaked open.

I was lying on my stomach, hips raised, my hand wedged between my legs with my fingers wet. To make matters worse, my bare body was facing right toward the door.

And the person who walked in was none other than the man from the subway!

I froze, holding that position and unable to move as if time itself had stopped. I looked at him through the space between my legs.

He was dressed just the same as before, but now, the detail between his legs that had drawn my gaze previously was less pronounced.

He swallowed hard, the sound breaking the silence and awkward atmosphere.

"Sorry, I should have knocked…" he mumbled nervously, quickly closing the door before I could say a word.

It was strange. He hadn't seemed shy at all on the subway.

Honestly, seeing him again made my heart race. Part of me almost hoped he would come back in and take control.

Just as I wanted to let out a sigh, the door opened again. I turned my head around and realized that this time, it was Ken. "Yvonne, what are you doing? Hurry up and get dressed…"

That burning sensation inside me hadn't faded. I wrapped myself around Ken's arm while still naked, trying to tease him a little, but he didn't react at all.

"Come on, stop playing around. I've brought my friend here for a checkup. Can you take a look?" Ken left the exam room without a second glance after saying that.