Witches Promise, a weird tale of queer witchcraft and supernatural romance

The new girl had simply arrived from out of nowhere, her presence in the office entirely unheralded and unexplained. And all morning long, Kim Lee simply could not take her eyes off her. Try as she might to resist the urge to stare, again and again Kim found herself stealing ever more lingering glances. The new girl was so strangely compelling, Kim just could not help but stare. The new girl was beautiful to be sure, but in a queer and wholly unconventional way. Hers was the mesmerizing and alien allure of the serpent, seductive, exciting and perhaps even dangerous.

It was the curiosity of the new girls’ mannerisms, and the graceful fluidity of her movements in particular that piqued Kim’s interest. There was something about her hands, they were strong and agile with short blue polished nails. So sensual in the nimble fluency of their motion, it was the way her long fingers stroked rather than tapped the keyboard. The way the tip of her middle finger described little circles on the touch pad while she thought, like she was teasing the cursor.

Kim began to squirm uncomfortably in her seat, as she found herself imagining those finger tips teasing and tormenting her. Wanton images of the new girl’s hands reaching under her skirt, and creeping beneath her panties filled Kim’s thoughts and engulfed her senses with erotic yearning. She couldn’t help but imagine those agile fingers stroking her to excitement, teasing and tormenting and working their way inside of her panties.

But there was so much more to Kim’s fascination than simple physical attraction. There was a particular charisma about the new girl, some elusive quality that was irresistibly bewitching. An impression made all the more remarkable by the simple fact that the new girl had uttered not a word, all she had done was materialize in the office, open her laptop and set about whatever work it was that she was engaged in.

To her astonishment an overwhelmingly powerful heat and hunger began to rise in Kim’s body, filling her heart with carnal longing and her mind with wanton craving. She continued to squirm discreetly in her chair, increasingly desperate to relieve her uncharacteristically intense arousal. Kim’s erotic impulses were rapidly growing astoundingly insistent, the new girl was just so thrilling and so captivating. Her mere presence, even at this distance was so very intoxicating and so very, very stimulating. And indeed, Kim found herself contemplating the most outrageous notions.

Perhaps if she were careful….

….perhaps if she pushed her chair as far forward beneath her desk as she could, maybe no one would see….

….perhaps she could indulge herself, just a little….

‘Oh my god….Kim….’

‘….what the hell are you even thinking?’

The thought shocked Kim even as it coalesced in her mind and became intent, and she began to feel more than a little uncomfortable with the intensity of her fascination. She was letting herself get too distracted and far too carried away with her urges. But the shroud of mystery and temptation that seemed to envelop the new girl, and the erotic hunger her presence inspired, were too impossibly intriguing to ignore.

Was this what people meant when they talked about auras and chakras and energy fields and such? Kim didn’t really know about those things, but the new girl definitely had something uniquely dynamic about her. Something almost magical, something strangely captivating and eerily bewitching. Something so powerfully arousing that Kim simply couldn’t bear to restrain her urges a second longer, regardless of the potential for disaster.

Kim cast a furtive glance around the open plan office at her colleagues, it struck her as odd that nobody else seemed to have even noticed the new girl. She had simply turned up out of the blue without a word, set herself up at an empty desk and gone to work, and nobody had reacted to her presence at all. What was wrong with them, couldn’t they feel her presence the way she did? And who was she anyway? Was she joining the team, or was she on secondment from another department? She could be an outside contractor, but she didn’t look like any consultant that Kim had ever seen before.

And to her astonishment Kim found herself beginning to relent to her carnal impulses. She pushed her chair forward to hide her discreet activities behind the shoulder height partitions of her cubicle, leaning back far enough so she could see the new girl.

‘Oh my god….’

‘….what are you doing Kim?’

Fortunately her work station backed onto the windows of the high rise office, Kim only had to keep watch to the left and right. She would have to be very, very careful but she simply couldn’t help herself.

And glancing furtively around the room once more, Kim reached beneath her skirt and bit her lip, as her fingers began to stroke her inflamed arousal through her underwear. The new girl had made her so wet, her panties were already damp with exhilaration.

‘Oh god….’

‘….what are you doing…?’

The new girl’s singularly odd looks were enhanced by her large black, horn rimmed glasses. Her features seemed ever so slightly exaggerated, almost alien. It occurred to Kim that she might even find the new girl unsettling, or even intimidating under the wrong circumstances. And this thought thrilled her all the more as she began discretely to indulge her reckless erotic impulses.

The new girl’s ears for instance were remarkably large and angular and grew to well defined points, giving her a markedly impish or elfin appearance. And her eyes were extremely unusual, the irises seemed unnaturally large and so dark in hue that they appeared as discs of solid colour, very striking in contrast to the pale of her skin.

Her hair was cropped at the back and sides, longer on top with a forelock swept to one side forming a fringe. And it was partially dyed a dark but vibrant blue. Kim found the way her hairstyle gradually faded towards the nape of her neck, highlighting the shape of her throat, impossibly alluring. And the thrill of her outrageously kinky public self gratification, inundated Kim’s senses with scrumptious exhilaration as well as terror.

Kim briefly considered taking herself to the restroom, to satisfy her powerfully insistent cravings in relative safety and seclusion. But that would mean leaving the new girls presence, risking the possibility that she might complete whatever function she was here to perform, and disappear forever from Kim’s life. This was a chance that Kim was unwilling to take, but neither was she capable of ignoring her arousal.

And besides, there was something about touching herself at her desk that was so deliciously irresistible, so wonderfully dangerous and so exquisitely deviant that Kim could not resist. So she remained at her desk, furtively glancing this way and that as her fingers caressed the urgent excitement between her legs. Kim’s body tensed and perspiration began to form at her brow, as she concentrated her will on stifling the gasps and whimpers which begged to escape her throat.

‘Oh Christmas trees ….’

‘….what the hell are you doing Kim…?’

She was lingering for far too long, her gaze was becoming far too intent as rapt fascination began to drift toward dangerous obsession. And Kim was starting to feel like a creep, staring at the new girl and fingering herself in public. And a sudden wave of nervous anxiety pulled her from erotic rapture and back to reality once more.

‘God….’

‘….pull yourself together Kim….’

‘….get back to work.’

Kim withdrew her hand, straightened her skirt and turned her attention back to her tasks, desperately trying to conquer her stultifying sexual agitation. And returning to her monitor, Kim valiantly attempted to concentrate on the documents in front of her.

The reports that quality assurance had sent her needed a lot of work, nothing made any sense. She sent of a series of e-mails to her contacts in QA and also to their team leader, trying to get things straightened out. She was doing well, she was focusing. But before she knew it, Kim found her attention drawn inexorably once again to the new girl. And her arousal again became increasingly intoxicating, and impossible to deny yet again.

The new girl’s arms were a network of intricate interconnected tattoos. At this distance, Kim couldn’t quite see the fine detail, but she thought she could make out wild animals amongst the swirling tendrils of the predominantly arboreal design. The new girl must be dedicated to her ink, the work was both exquisite and extensive. From her hands to her neck there was barely a visible patch of skin that didn’t bear some degree of detail.

To her amusement Kim was getting butterflies of infatuation in her belly, as well as a tingle in her panties. She felt like a teenager again, getting the hots for the girl at the desk on the other side of the room. Falling hopelessly in love on sight like she used to when she was a kid, she simply had to meet this new girl, and soon.

The gap between the new girl’s jeans and her socks revealed a little of the tattooing on her legs. And Kim sighed as she dreamily wondered at the extent of the work, allowing her imagination to run riot. And again she found herself surrendering to her excitement, her fingers wandering once again to her starving lips.

‘….oh golly….’

Kim sat staring as her fingers now worked their way beneath her damp panties, her resolution to resist the urge to stare completely forgotten. She discretely began to rub her slick lips and torment her clit, biting her lip as she desperately moderated her gasping and laboured breaths.

‘Oh….my god….’

Her fingers worked with increasingly frantic strokes, as she cautiously rubbed herself nearer and nearer to fulfilment. Glancing around nervously as her fingers urgently rubbed at her tingling lips and stroked her agonisingly stimulated clit, with increasingly urgent ardency. The creaking of her chair forcing her to moderate her squirming, as she brought herself closer and closer, trembling with tension as she bit down on her lip until it hurt.

‘….oh my god….’

Kim’s fingers worked with increasing vehemence, her body trembling with constrained tension, and her brow furrowing as she neared climax. Her finger nails digging deeper and deeper into the armrest of her chair, as she nervously glanced left and right and held her breath.

‘….oh….my….god….’

‘….oh….’

Until at last her eyes narrowed with excruciating and wicked delight, and her excitement exploded in ecstasy with the intensity of a supernova.

‘….oh….my god oh my god….oh my….”

“….”

“….god….’

And at last Kim’s body relaxed a little, as the seismic tremors of her secret furtive orgasm reverberated through her body. She bit down even harder on her lip, to stifle the cries of carnal pleasure that she yearned to release. And her body convulsed several times as the final waves of her discrete orgasm began to abate, and at last her sexual tension subsided.

Finally she sat upright once again, cleared her throat as though nothing untoward had happened, and snatched a moist towelette from the box on her desk.

And that’s when the new girl caught her, while Kim sat gazing dreamily with a faraway look in her lust glazed eyes, idly wiping her fingers with a Wet One.

 

This is an excerpt from a work in progress titled

Witches Promise

Thank you for reading

 

Whippoorwill

 

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