Name: 5<br/>Time: Day 1, Afternoon<br/>Location: Sector 3 Social Zone<br/>Tagging: 10<br/>Notes/Warning: Icebreaker!<br/><hr/>As things kicked off, there was a twist of excitement that rolled through her. She still did not quite know the point of this particular activity but as she was here, she was fully willing to participate, to indulge her senses in what was sure to be a pleasurable pursuit--which meant corralling her enthusiasm before it could run away with her. For that reason as she reached out to make that initial contact and finally felt the touch of her partner, she at first thought only to allow herself enough action to encourage but within an instant that intent died beneath a sudden urge to indulge as she began to map the shape, the contours of the hands held within her own.<br/><br/>Slim but shapely digits explored with keen attention to detail, and a heightened sense of touch even in so innocent a place tried to coax a decadent sigh from her lips. By some miracle she held her tongue but what her voice could not express she tried to instill in the glide of her fingertips, feminine but not so soft as to seem unused, and the ever so slight graze of nails more than capable of harm against flesh until at last they were stilled by the reciprocation she had anticipated.<br/><br/>It was interesting what a single bit of fabric could do. Blindfolded this way it was as if individual nerve endings came to life with craving and basked in the indulgence. Til even the slightest movement began to carry with it the weight of more. The lick of a thumb at her palm echoing along other surfaces of her body and moved deeper still, igniting and finding a rhythm of its own. And when the strange pairing of hand to hand called for her splayed fingers to find themselves intertwined with the other, there was no resistance. Only a willing confidence that drew her closer to her parallel, curiosity at once breathing to life the beginnings of a need.  A need to know more, anything more if it would but feed the craving.<br/><br/>Their host's words broke in and it was as if she knew the steps to this intimate dance already. For even as the young female held onto those most precious hands she found herself lured. Drawn forth by an inescapable pull. Greedy and unashamed, one hand held their twined state, but the other released only to allow the freedom to take. Roaming higher her fingertips traced the strength and delicacy of a wrist, finding it again an odd complement to her own. Her nails moved with the grace of a painters brush, seeking to incite the same sense of building in her partner though there was more pressure now--a test of sorts. Climbing with that sharp edged tracing pattern she moved up the forearm and paused, listening with more than just ears to whatever the person across from her was inclined say. Perhaps even some of what they were not. After all, what better place could their be for the sharing of secrets between strangers? Blindfolded and in the dark, with only their hands and bodies to communicate the truth, she was eager to discover.