A Gift is Revealed

I dropped by Caribou for a quick snack. It was one of those perfect spring days, just a little warm with a fresh breeze; the type of weather that entices women to abandon their winter clothes and strut their summer dresses. I chose a table outside, across from an attractive brunette in her late 20s wearing very short jean shorts, a black T-shirt and flip-flops. She was reading from her iPad and sunning herself as she sipped an iced coffee. Her legs were long and luscious ending in the most adorable little pink painted piggies. As I nibbled my scone, I was constantly distracted by her cute toes and soon found myself fantasizing about taking them into my mouth, suckling them, swirling my tongue around them and drawing her big toe completely into my mouth, deep-throating and massaging it with my throat muscles. To my surprise, she seemed to respond; at first looking at her toes with an odd mix of confusion and pleasure on her face. She seemed to flush slightly as I pursed my lips around her big toe, sucking hard as my tongue flickered against her pink nail. She took a deep breath and held it as her toe slid down my throat. I slid back, taking more of her foot into my mouth and my tongue fucking the space between her big toe and first toe. Looking at her face, I saw her close her eyes and lean slightly back in her chair, stretching her legs and pointing her toes. Intrigued, I stopped, wondering if I was imagining her reaction. After a moment, her eyes reopened, and she looked at her feet again, still confused but now a little sad.

I decided to take the experiment a little further and imagined standing behind her. I slid my fingers into her hair and began to gently massage her scalp. Her reaction surprised me as she literally turned around as if to see who was there. Seeing no one, she returned to her reading. I continued the gentle massage, working my way down her shoulders. I guess she must have decided why fight it as she closed her eyes and relaxed into her chair again. Wondering how far I could take this, I imagined my hands sliding over her shoulders and began to massage her chest above her breasts. Her eyes closed, and my hand slid under the collar of her T-shirt and onto her bra. I could feel the soft lace and the gentle mound of her nipple under my palm. I rotated my hand, palm grazing her nipple. I could feel it harden pressing out against my hand. From my vantage point, I could see her nipple grow, defeating the thin lace of her bra and creating a delectable pokie in her T-shirt. In my mind, I pulled my hand away, knelt behind her and reaching around, slid both hands under the bottom of her shirt, sliding across her tight stomach (which spasmed as I caressed her), under her bra and pushed it up and out of the way. I cupped her breasts in my hands, delighting in their softness and weight. My hands contracted and relaxed, gently kneading this delicious flesh that belonged to her but was now mine. I took her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and began to squeeze, slowly increasing the pressure. Her breath became erratic and her thighs began clenching rhythmically together.

Wondering if I could bring her to orgasm this way, I shifted my weight, leaving my left hand caressing her breast and pinching her nipple while my right slid under the waistband of her shorts, over her satin thong and cupped her mound with my middle finger pressed against the entrance to her cunt. I felt her warmth and wetness though the panties as I began moving my hand in slow circles, rotating her labia against her clit, my middle finger pressing her panties into her. Her hips began to move against my imaginary hand, trying to increase both the speed and pressure of the contact. But I resisted bringing her to a quick climax, opting instead to bring her slowly (one might even say tortuously) to her petit mort. I watched her face as she slowly lost control. Her breathing became ragged, her hands clenching tightly to the arms of her chair.

As her orgasm neared, I felt her lips engorge in my hand; her entire mound seemed suddenly heated, swelling against the soft satin. Her legs opened and her hips pressed into my hand begging for my finger to enter her. The sense of power I felt was unimaginable. To be able to give her this pleasure without causing guilt or fear, without breaking the vows represented by the ring on her finger was a profound gift. Looking at her eyes, I slid her panties aside and pressed my middle finger up and into her, curling it back, pressing and kneading her G-spot as my palm pressed against her clit. Suddenly, her body tensed, her hands clenched the chair ferociously, her legs clamped together engulfing my hand, and the walls of her cunt began to convulse. I could see her jaw tense as she labored not to scream but she could not contain the primal moans that were forced from her as she came. Her pussy erupted and her wetness poured from her soaking cunt onto my imaginary hand. I held her as she came by her pussy and breast, pulling her body back against mine. As her orgasm subsided I slowly slid my hand out of her shorts and released her breast. I gently kissed her neck and withdrew completely from her mind.

She seemed to slowly remember where she was and looking sheepishly around to see if anyone had witnessed her experience her eyes fell briefly on me (absorbed in my coffee and journal). Slightly shaky, she stood, gathered her garbage and tossed it in the trashcan as she left. As she got in her car, I saw her reach between her legs and give herself a strong squeeze. With a deep breath and a little smile, she was gone.

Part II: Insight

More than a little aroused by my newfound power, I began to see the world in new ways. First, women clearly wanted the perfect sexual experience I could provide: no mess, no danger, just the simple profound pleasure their bodies craved but that their rational minds would not allow them to experience with a real person.

The repressed passion of that hidden nature occasionally surprised me. I was visiting our local mall and in a crappy mood. It had been a red-letter bad day at work and I was feeling the need to take out my frustration on someone. I found the perfect subject in the food court. College-age, wearing a teal top, white denim mini and silver strapped sandals, this strawberry-blonde had a cherub-like face of pure innocence. She seemed oblivious to the young man ogling her from the next table. I sat down at a small table with a clear view of her primly crossed legs. My initial idea was rather cruel: Initiate a fantasy that would make her uncomfortable. So, with a nasty inner smile, I imagined unbuttoning the top two buttons on her shirt, and pushed the material aside to expose about half of her bra (which was to my surprise was made of very thin, sheer material-I expected VS body armor). The sheer bra did nothing to hide the details of her breasts and although her nipple was still hidden behind her shirt, her areolas were huge and the contrast between her pale skin and their only slightly darker pink was easily discerned through the thin cloth.

However, instead of embarrassment and discomfort, her first reaction was to look over at the young man and see if he was looking at her. When he wasn't she looked down at her shirt and realized it was still buttoned and her breasts completely covered. This made her scowl. Her next move floored me. Slowly, deliberately, she unbuttoned three buttons and pushed her shirt aside to completely expose her left breast. Then as if nothing was happening, she cleared her throat loudly and returned to reading her book. When the guy looked up, his eyes nearly popped out of his head, and I watched for nearly 15 minutes as she teased him mercilessly. She was amazing, transforming natural motions into absolute eroticism simply by executing them with her breast exposed. She brushed crumbs off her breast with her napkin, she leaned forward gently resting her breast on top of her soda, and she "accidentally" drove the straw into her nipple while seeming to be caught up in her book. And the coup de grace, while watching his eyes over the top of her book, she absent-mindedly scratched her nipple then cupped her breast with her right hand and held it out toward him in a posture that clearly suggested "suckle me".

I decided such lovely behavior deserved a reward. In my mind, I pushed the thin material of her bra aside and sucked her nipple into my mouth. She was delicious and I suckled her as if ambrosia flowed from her breasts, flicking that fat hardened titty with my tongue. From my table, I watched her nipple harden (much to the delight of the leering young man) and push the sheer material to a point. I slipped my hand under her skirt softly cupping her mound. I could feel her heat and her sex was swollen and throbbing. As I pressed and rotated my hand against her well-lubricated lips they slid easily against each other massaging her clitoris. Pushing her panties aside, I slid two fingers into her and as I'd done on my first discovery of my power, curved them up and around to massage her G-spot. I pressed my thumb into her clit. Her hips slid forward on the chair and her legs opened to provide her fantasy lover easy access to her cunt. As a result, the young man and I now had a clear view up her skirt and could see her lips, puffy, straining against the sheer white material (which matched her bra!). Leaving my fingers inside, I pushed her panties aside to expose her slit and her engorged clit.

Pushing my tongue between her lips, I pulled her clit into my mouth. To my shock and delight it was amazingly long and felt like a miniature penis on my tongue. I gently sucked it fully into my mouth and circled my tongue around the tip. I could feel it swelling to even greater size in my mouth. Under my fingers, her g-spot had also swollen, feeling thick and squishy. The gentle suckling of her clit combined with the steady massage of her G-spot had her in a state of sexual stupor; unaware (or uncaring) of the show she was giving the young guy. Her hand reached up (not my suggestion) and pinched her nipple HARD. I felt her cunt grip my fingers and suddenly her clit went solid and began to pulse in my mouth. I could see her hands grip the table and she bit down on her lip to keep from screaming. Her ass convulsed, clenching and wriggling as she came. Sweat broke out on her forehead and I continued my assault sensing a second deeper orgasm growing. Suddenly, she pressed both hands under her skirt, her legs slammed together, and with barely stifled moans she held herself as she came. The orgasm lasted nearly half a minute. At first, powerful convulsions wracked her body, then soft waves as her cunt walls released their "cum" and her juice flowed out of her, soaking her panties and making them so sheer it was like she wore nothing at all. When it was finally over, she pulled herself together, smiled at the young man and walked away (albeit unsteadily).

The guy was a wreck. The display he had just witnessed had profoundly affected him. Looking under the table I saw a huge tent in his shorts and the vision sent my mind in a new direction. Looking back at this moment in my life, I blame the girl's unique clitoris. I had loved having her in my mouth. That memory, so vivid and erotic, combined with the size of the bulge I was looking at inspired what happened next.

I imagined crawling under his table and sliding my hand up the leg of his shorts, under the elastic band of his jockeys and wrapping it around his rock-hard dick. I touched him gently at first, exploring new sensations. I cupped his balls feeling their weight. I slid along the shaft, amazed at the softness of penis skin. My forefinger traced the ridge of skin that defined his head, and then slid into his pee-hole, which was slick with pre-cum. I wanted to see him, so I wrapped my hand around him and pulled his cock out through his pants leg. He was so gorgeous I was drawn irresistibly to the drop of pre-cum slowly oozing out of him. First, just my tongue, pressed into the small hole, then my lips pursed, and I began sucking, pulling his delicious fluid into my mouth. Unable to stop, I opened my mouth, sliding his cock into me until his head pressed against the back of my throat and my tongue danced sensuously on the underside just below his head. Watching the young man, I could see he was in trouble. He didn't know what was happening, but in spite of the public setting there was no stopping the inevitable. I felt him grow even thicker and his balls tightened in my hand. With a sudden "Ungh!" he filled my mouth with his semen. The second spurt sprayed my tonsils and the third lay a long thick strand on my tongue. I swallowed, his seed becoming part of me, sliding down my throat as he continued to spasm in my mouth. At his table, the young man was paralyzed as his penis convulsed, soaking his shorts with cum.

As I watched the young man's penis convulse and the semen stain spreading across his shorts I realized there was no limit to my ability to give this gift of pleasure. The world became populated with potential recipients. Some were easily read; others like the girl have surprised me with their unsuspected inner desires.