Chapter 2 - Amazing Things

We didn’t speak much for the rest of the hour. I thoroughly enjoyed watching her dance around with her bottles and glasses, almost as much as the blush that resprouted every time our eyes met. Often, since I wasn’t hiding the fact that I was watching her. Such a plump rear, the thought I’d almost certainly be burying myself in it soon was intoxicating. Almost as much as thinking about that beautiful, blushing face, looking up at me gasping and writhing with pleasure.

It was a challenge to keep myself from growing fully erect, but one I’d mastered long ago. I’d bet much that she had never felt a physical attraction to a woman before. It was wise to be slow, cautious, ease her into things.

Though I had second thoughts on this when she practically dragged me out of my stool after punching out. We remained silent until our quick steps had us halfway across the parking lot. Finally, she let out an awkward cough.

“So uh, what do you want to show me?”  she asked, eyes still looking out over the street, face not even turned in my direction.

“I think its best I just show you if you can wait,”

And the silence came back. It followed us into and lingered throughout the car as we drove off into the dark night. She was still tense, but excited now, eager and just a bit afraid.

We didn’t drive far.

The car stopped in another parking lot, and my new friend practically sprinted across it into an office. By the time I caught up she was finishing up her transaction and receiving a jingling copper key. She seemed to jump when she turned around and I was there, letting out a breathless, embarrassed laugh as I came up to grip her arm. A gentle squeeze and a harder smile seemed to calm her down.

Well, that, and the slight change of pheromones I was giving off.

There was something of an art to manipulating the psyche via the administering of various emotions. Making someone more calm was the same as making them less excited. That wasn’t always such a good thing when the goal was seduction, but in this case, it was obviously the right choice.

The room was nicer than expected. A fine-looking double bed, a decent flat screen up on the wall, a pretty lamp on the end table. A safe in the closet snapping shut brought my attention back to the woman. She looked embarrassed again, even offering a short apology before taking a seat on the bed.

I didn’t join her.

“The thing I want to show you is about my body, are you okay with me stripping?” I asked, watching her face go from pink to a real, deep red. She nodded.  

Despite technically having no reason to, I started from the topmost piece of clothing. Not being quick about it, but not dragging my feet either. First I unzipped my hoody, slinking it off before pulling the black tank top beneath over my head.

She averted her eyes rather than stare at my bare breasts.

I had to cough to bring her eyes back after slinking the pants down.

“Oh my God!”

“Do you like it?” I asked shyly. It was the moment of truth. I’d done everything the best I could, I’d got her to a private comfortable room, gotten her aroused, and all the signs looked good so far, but this was the moment that really decided it. It wasn’t an act that put the nerves in my voice.

“I- oh my god,” she repeated. “I never would have guessed your so…feminine,” she complimented, an overwhelmed smile on her face as she re-averted her eyes. “I-uh… I thought you meant more witc-supernatural stuff,” she added with a breathless laugh.

“Well there is more,” I offered, getting closer, right in front of her. The soft buzzing as my cock began vibrating like a sex toy seemed to shock her,
“How?!?” was all she said, only stealing glances and still facing away from the instrument.

The answer I didn’t give.

Instead I slowly, gently gripped her hand, then brought it closer giving her plenty of time to yank away. When her eyes looked up to meet mine, I placed it on my cock. It was so soft, and those perfect pink nails were just sprinkles on the cake. She slowly began working the shaft, and more slowly turned her face to actually stare at it.

After she’d worked her way up to a comfortable rhythm I spoke again.

“I’d really like to see the amazing things about you now… if you don’t mind,” I dared ask, stilling her hand and widening her eyes.

“I mean-“

“You know, besides those gorgeous green eyes you have,” I tacked on, gently putting my hand to her cheek. Her face was beet red as I brushed my thumb against her cheek.

“I don’t…I…I’m just…” she muttered, sounding utterly vulnerable, despite me being the one naked.

“Can I take this off?” I asked, using my free hand to play with the bottom of her dark pink tube top. She swallowed hard, then nodded. I gently pulled it overhead, then flicked her bra unclasped as I kneeled down to eye level with them. My smile was still warm and happy as I looked her over.

“I uh..I’ve never been with someone like you before so…sorry if I’m a little-“

“Can I give you oral?” I asked, deciding to hasten things in an effort to minimize her discomfort. In any case, it immediately cut her off. I laid soft, shallow kisses along her chest and slowly down her body after she gave her little nod. The smell of arousal multiplied divinely when I finally slid her panties down.

I didn’t bother removing the miniskirt.

The soft sounds of joy she let out were exquisite.

There wasn’t much else to focus in on then, just the sweet sweet taste of her body and the short cries that slipped out. Before long she was flat on her back, groaning and panting, telling me with all but words that she was loving it. She hadn’t said a word since I started come to think of it. I think she was really worried about offending me somehow.

When her nails dug into the mattress on either side I knew she was cumming. The muffled groan she slowly released from her body just confirmed it. My body actually trembled as I rose to my feet. She was so beautiful, and had such a sensitive body, and I really thought she was going to say yes to my question.

“Can I put it in now?”

“I-um..fuck, d-do you have a condom?” she asked, making me squirm internally just a bit.

“It can’t carry STD’s either,” I assured, shaking my still humming cock lightly to draw her eyes to it. It was the truth. This thing on my body was probably better thought of as a super-advanced sex toy slash artificial sperm oven.  No risk of getting anyone sick.

I just about collapsed in relief when she believed me.

“Fuck it, fine, yes, put it in me please!” she pleaded, sucking in a breath like it was lifesaving as I skewered her. She quickly fell into pace, taking hard breaths in time with my steady thrusts. She paused this rhythm occasionally, groaning, gripping her hair and calling out incoherent praise. My hands massaged her bountiful ass as I worked in appreciation.

My heart was on fire.

She was in so much euphoria. I was doing that. I was making this angel of a woman into a blithering, sloppy mess, and now, I think it was time for my reward. She came with a scream this time. I’m not even sure she noticed me dumping my load inside her, relishing in the way her snatch squeezed and milked as she orgasmed. She only seemed to grow calm when I lay down on top of her, gently brushing my hands through her colorful hair. My content gaze rested on her flustered face until finally, she turned to look at me.

“Kiss?” I asked, bringing a thumb up to her cheek and taking a soft tone.

Her only response was to lean forward.


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