I froze, a statue of stunned disbelief. Her hand, no, her palm, still pressed against mine, tightened with a low moan that vibrated through my very bones. The audacity! The sheer, brazen heat of it. Then, the impossible: a sudden, hard erection straining against the fabric of her trousers. My eyes widened, darting to hers. The crimson blush creeping up her neck only intensified the unexpectedness of it all. "I'm sorry," she breathed, a husky whisper laced with amusement, "but that tends to happen when a cutie like you touches me...in inappropriate regions." A playful smirk tugged at her lips, a knowing glint in her eyes. "Knowing I caused this myself...to flatter you," she added, her voice a silken caress. Before I could even process the whirlwind of sensations, her fingers, cool and surprisingly deft, found mine and guided them to the throbbing pulse beneath her clothing. She forced a slow, deliberate rhythm, and the world dissolved into a kaleidoscope of sensations. Time ceased to exist.

Finally, I tore my hand away, gasping for air, but her smile remained, unwavering, triumphant. "You're a cute little thing, aren't you?" she purred, her voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. "And a lucky one at that." With a swift movement, she collected a glistening droplet on her fingertip, a glistening pearl of her own arousal. "You've got another thing to try," she murmured, her fingertip finding its way into my open mouth before I could even protest.

The taste was unexpected, a surprising burst of sweet strawberry, a stark contrast to the overwhelming intensity of the moment. "Strawberry flavor?" I managed, my voice a breathless whisper, a mixture of shock and a strange, burgeoning excitement.

"Right you are, honey," she chuckled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Taking your hidden smile, I guess you liked it?"

Reality crashed back with the force of a tidal wave. This had gone on far too long. "Thank you for your time, but..." I began, attempting to extricate myself from this intoxicating entanglement, but a sharp, searing pain ripped through my chest, sending me reeling. I stumbled, my knees buckling, catching myself with outstretched arms.

"You okay?" she asked, her voice laced with concern, yet a hint of something else – anticipation?

I gasped for breath, my chest heaving. "I don't know...I...what's wrong with me? I felt a strong pain, and now...what?"

"Let me help you," she said, her voice a soothing balm against the chaos within me. She scooped me up, her arms surprisingly strong, and carried me backward into a room, a sterile, clinical space with a chair that looked suspiciously like a gynecological examination table. She set me down gently, her eyes raking over my body, her lips parting slightly in a silent assessment. She noticed my heavy, ragged breathing, the crimson flush staining my chest, and a slow, knowing smile spread across her face. "Are you...just aroused?" she whispered, her voice barely audible above the frantic pounding of my heart.