The bell rang, like I knew it would. Who was it? It's Jack. I didn't talk to him that much, but I didn't know why I liked him. He burst into the room and started berating the weather, he made me smile, but I didn't show it. I'm not the softest woman in the world, so I just said, "Come to help? He saw the dishes and wanted to jokingly turn around and leave, but his hand never touched the door and started twitching, transferring this momentary convulsion to his whole body. He was cold.
His hands were shaking a little, and he looked good. But what really hurt my eyes was that they weren't wearing gloves. I had a great idea. I casually said:
"Oh, you look cold.
Of course I'm fucking cold, did you see what's in there? (Jack was indignant)
He was a bit of a temper, too, but it turned me on even more.
- Well, go help and keep warm now that you're here.
- Don't you have any clothes, Mari?
I got a bigger white apron and put it on him:
- You can wipe your head with it, it's like a towel in material
- Very generous (Jack replied again with a sneer).
After I bragged about my crockery collection to him, we chatted for a while and got to work. That's when I took my chance:
- "Right, how are you gonna do the dishes without gloves?" I said to Jack.
- It's perfectly safe to do without gloves.
While Jack was talking, he kept his eyes on my gloves:
"That's very strange," I thought, but I added:
- This is not a collective farm, it's a high-class kitchen, so keep it sanitary.
Jack started to refuse, but I put a glove on his hand, (I had another pair) it was hard, they were almost tearing on his hands. I was horny. To avoid an awkward moment for both of us, I changed the subject and started talking about the weekend. But my answers were automated. I don't even remember the exact conversation, I kept staring at his gloved hands and trying to keep myself in check. But I kept pushing harder and harder on the plate while I rubbed it with a sponge filled with chemical. I pressed that harmless sponge into the plate and put all my strength into it without taking my eyes off his hands. I was suddenly embarrassed and looked up at Jack, but his eyes were fixed on my hands. We were silent for about a minute, and the only sound was the water running from the tap. Bam, the plate shattered. I was horny, and I thought that's the way it was supposed to be, I needed to get away.
-Shit.
-Let me help you put it back together
No, no, I got it, I got it, stay here.
- I'll help you.
-No! (I got angry and walked out of the kitchen, taking off my gloves and leaving them on the table. I was angry and horny, and why wouldn't he agree to put the gloves on but stare at them like that?)
I stopped in the doorway and looked at Jack, he silently continued washing the dishes. I guess he doesn't have this fetish after all, after all I had dreamed of finding someone with the same fetish....... This must be a mistake, I thought. But then Jack turned on the tap and started looking round, so I hid. Very carefully I peeked out and saw that he was holding my gloves. My heart started to race. He inhaled greedily, then began to pull them on, and when he sensed something wrong, he looked round again and caught my gaze. I wasn't even hiding.
- Well, I was just curious," he started to explain.
I stepped closer to him and said:
- "Shut up."
I slipped my hand under the glove he had just put on and our fingers intertwined and the yellow glove was so tight it almost ripped. Jack didn't realise what was happening, his cock pressed against me but he couldn't move away and I silently pressed him against the kitchen table and kissed him
Outside the window, thunder rumbled again. The drops fell from his wet hair like rain on me. It was the second time I'd had goosebumps in a day
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