CHAPTER TWO—MIND SEX
The mild winter began to recline into the arms of an anxious spring. Jim opened the door to approach his car for the trip to his office, as his nostrils were welcomed by the fragrance of the changing season. His heart was light, and he had a bounce in his step. The conversation that occupied the previous evening was music to his ears.
Marilyn, a computer bulletin board friend had agreed to meet him for the first time. She wanted to know more about the use of hypnosis in sex. They had shared many thoughts on previous evenings. Some were simply warm and friendly, and others were downright steaming. They had discussed everything from children and pets to jumping one another’s bones.
Jim and Marilyn had become rather close friends without ever having met one another. They had each teased from time to time about meeting one day, but Jim never really expected Marilyn to meet with him. Now she had agreed, and they were scheduled to see each other this evening in a local night spot at eight o’clock. They had some idea of how one another looked and a very good idea of what one another thought. He was anxious and hoped that she shared his excitement.
The day seemed to last forever. Everything appeared to be moving in slow motion. His productivity for the day was, as a result, outstanding as he tried to occupy the struggling moments toward the end of the work day. Fridays were somewhat traditional in that he never went directly home after the work day’s end. He would generally frequent a local downtown watering hole until about seven; remove to one of his favorite restaurants for a bite to eat; and visit one of several of the local hot spots around town.
Jim arrived at the cafe at about five o’clock and sat in his favorite chair at the far corner of the bar. He greeted several friends as they entered and exchanged comments about the grueling week. He had a difficult time concentrating on the various conversations because his mind was on Marilyn. Would she find him exciting?
Seven-thirty had arrived. Jim paid his bill and rose to leave. His mind was dissecting the possibilities of the evening as he drove to Rascal’s lounge. As he pulled into the broken black-topped parking lot he had visions of Marilyn’s lovely nude body resting on his chest. He almost didn’t see the attendant provided to direct him to available parking. His car rested well between two other chariots as he entered the lounge.
Jim went through the doorway with eyes wide, searching for the evening’s target. There was no single lady at the bar, so Jim selected a seat with a view of the entry way and ordered a drink. He noticed that his hands seemed to have a life of their own. They were shaking as he attempted to stir his grog. Furtive eyes continued to paint the doorway to the lounge and still no Marilyn. It was only ten minutes to eight and no need for concern. She would show.
In a nonchalant manner, Jim allowed his eyes to travel throughout the bar. He wasn’t sure but thought that a lovely young lady sitting with another man was checking him out rather well. Bright eyes sparkled from an angelic face. Jim couldn’t help but notice her deep, dark and warm cleavage floating in waves, hugged by the material of a blood-red dress, as her shoulders moved back and forth. The curl of her generous lips and her bright smile teased Jim as she continued her conversation with the man next to her. Just his luck; here was a hot, sexy woman that seemed to have interest in him. Not only was she with another man, Jim was waiting for a woman that he had no idea of how she looked.
He had trouble watching the entrance in anticipation of Marilyn. Each time his eyes moved to the door he was distracted by the lovely woman’s breasts. They seemed to be calling to him. He continued to try to get this woman out of his mind, but she wouldn’t stop sneaking glances as him. Suddenly, she rose from her bar stool and began walking toward the rest room. Jim’s eyes were now drawn to her magnetic buttocks. The material of her dress seemed to massage each cheek of her undulating ass. Damn! He would love to drink her bath water just to see her dry off. Few times had he ever gotten an erection just looking at a woman in a bar. This was one of them.
Jim’s eyes returned to the door once again and he noticed the man that had been sitting with the object of his new interest was walking out of the lounge; apparently leaving. Jim almost hurt his neck as he spun his head back to see where the lovely lady in red was. Soon she returned from the rest room, leaned forward, said something to the bartender and began walking directly toward Jim.
Her lovely breasts continued to dance slightly as she approached. Jim wanted to look behind him to see if she was approaching someone behind him but thought that would be obvious and make him look ridiculous. His eyes riveted on the rim of his glass to prevent him from looking like an idiot. Soon he heard a whispered, “is this seat taken?”
“Nn nnno! Please do sit down. There isn’t anyone sitting there,” Jim heard himself fumble through the words. Damn, why did he sound like such a fool.
The red dressed lady eased up to the bar and pulled her seat after her. After she was obviously well settled, Jim made half a motion to get up and fix her chair for her. Too late, he thought. “Are you waiting for someone?” she breathed to Jim.
Now what was he going to say? The fragrance of her scent captured him, and he wanted to tell her that he had been waiting for her ever since the doctor first slapped his ass, forty-three years ago. He gagged on his words slightly, and then his mind snapped back to his intended purpose. He almost felt guilty that he was even thinking of this new lady, and he said, “Yes. I,m waiting for a friend.”
She rolled her shoulders once again and asked, “What is your friend’s name Jim?”
“Her name is...but... How did you know my name was Jim?” he returned, and then it began to sink in. “You can’t be Marilyn!” He stuttered.
Her smile grew to a full blown show of pearl delight. “When I left the house my name was Marilyn,” she stated emphatically. “You’re probably wondering what I was doing with that man that was sitting next to me. That was my cousin. I have to confess that I asked him to stop and have a drink with me so I would have a way out if you turned out to be a wild looking, sex-crazed maniac.”
Jim chuckled and nodded his head in a knowing way. “Well then, I have to assume that my looks didn’t scare you too much.”
Her eyes diverted to the rim of the glass that the bartender brought over for her in a somewhat embarrassed fashion. “I’m sorry. I just never did anything like this before and didn’t know what to expect.”
“No apologies necessary. If you were my cousin, I wouldn’t want you to take any chances either. I’m glad you used your head, but you still don’t know whether I’m a nut case or not,” Jim offered.
“Now that I have seen you, and I couple that with all of the conversations we’ve had, I feel pretty comfortable. You are a very attractive man. And I know you’re a good man. I was just apprehensive, and now I’m not,” she said softly. ”
There was music playing softly as they continued to get to know one another better. Suddenly, half way through an explanation of the repairs her car had undergone in the past week, she stopped and asked Jim if he would like to dance. Jim readily agreed and they approached the dance floor. As she preceded him, Jim couldn’t help but to notice the rise and fall of each buttock. He felt his manhood stir once again. The red material rose and fell as the ripple of each cheek pushed and pulled at the fabric.
Having arrived at the small space offered for dancing, Marilyn turned and opened her arms to receive Jim. He could see her breasts rise to accentuate her cleavage. Her scent continued to arouse him. His hands encircled her lovely body and were blessed by the soft touch. She didn’t waste any time getting close to Jim. Her curves melted into his body as they moved to the music. Marilyn pressed her ample breasts against his chest, and he could feel the heat of her pussy against his leg. It seemed as though she was trying to turn him on. Well, whether or not she was trying, it was happening.
It became obvious to Marilyn that Jim was getting excited. His cock began to grow thick and long. He felt it pressing against his clothing almost to the point of embarrassment. He was intoxicated with the fact that as his thick cock grew, Marilyn was pressing herself harder against it. His courage grew with this thought, and he allowed his hand to drop to Marilyn’s full buttocks. He smoothed the material of her dress and returned to the flesh of her ass to squeeze. As he did, a soft moan escaped Marilyn’s lips and her pussy pressed against him once again. Soon the music came to an end, and they were forced to separate.
Jim began to show signs of embarrassment as they returned to the bar, and then his pride took over. He hoped that some of the other patrons saw his rock-hard cock as he returned. He was proud of it. Marilyn stopped abruptly as they returned, and Jim ran into her tight ass with his erection. She looked over her shoulder and smiled. “I just wanted to make sure that you were still there.”
After they took their seats Jim indicated that it might be nice if they were able to go someplace that would be a little bit more private. Marilyn agreed. They finished their drinks, and Jim pulled her chair out so they could exit.
“The kids are at my mom’s, and I would love it if you would come over for a while Jim,” Marilyn offered.
“Are you sure it won’t be any problem?” Jim inquired. Immediately he knew that he should have merely said that he would love to. Why would he take a chance like that? She might have re-thought the matter.
“No. It’s not a problem. I’m anxious to learn more about hypnosis and your adventures. It’s pretty obvious that you have become rather proficient at snake charming,” she offered with a cute smile as her eyes riveted on the front of his trousers.
After assisting Marilyn into her car, Jim got into his and followed her. His mind was racing. He couldn’t remember the last time that someone turned him on this much. He could almost see her dress rising over her head as she removed it for his intruding gaze. He thought of her lovely buns, draped with only the sheerest of panties. He envisioned her soft pubic hairs furtively escaping the edge of her sex-soaked panties. He could smell her womanhood as her excitement increased. He wanted to make this woman part of him.
Marilyn interrupted his mental adventure as she pulled into a driveway. Christ! He didn’t even know which street he was on. His mind had obviously been elsewhere. He felt his heart beginning to beat more rapidly as he put his car in park and extinguished his lights. After a quick check in the mirror to make sure that his hair didn’t look like a squirrel he was out of the car and walking behind this lovely creature.
She fitted the key into the lock and looked back over her shoulder in an inviting manner. Marilyn lowered her coat to a waiting chair and told Jim to make himself at home. “I think a drink would be in order. Why don’t you see if you can put some nice music on. The CD’s are right next to the player.”
“You must enjoy classical music. Three quarters of what you have is classical,” Jim raised his voice to assure that Marilyn heard him. He selected several pieces, placed them into the CD changer and pushed the play button. Looking around the room, he was gratified to see that Marilyn’s taste extended to her lovely furnishings. Soon she returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses.
“I’ve always been partial to classical music Jim. I think you’ll enjoy this wine. It’s kind of hard to come by ‘round these parts partner,” she teased with a country drawl as she seated herself close to him. “Now how does this hypnosis work that you have talked so much about?”
Jim explained that almost anything was possible with the use of hypnosis if the subject had the ability. The ability generally was referred to as somnambulism. Many people were very suggestible and could achieve wonderful results through hypnosis.
“What kind of results Jim?” was her next question as she moved closer yet to him. He seemed to be trying to formulate an answer but encountered difficulty due to the closeness of her soft ample breasts.
“You can be anyone you want. You can be with anyone you want to be with. You can be anywhere you want to be and feel as you wish for as long as you can physically stand it,” he explained as his arm encircled her shoulders.
“If I wanted to be with you, on a secluded beach, in the hot sun, with gulls overhead and waves lapping at the shore, could you make that happen?” she questioned with interest.
“I really can’t make anything happen for you Marilyn. You actually make what happens occur. Each of us has the ability, to one degree or another, to hypnotize ourselves. I would only be helping you through the process you don’t quite understand,” Jim explained.
“Let’s give it our best shot Jim. I would like to experience the scenario just as I outlined it. I want to be with you. I want it to be great and I want it to last,” Marilyn pleaded.
Jim took her through various relaxation stages and successfully helped her to a deep trance state. He indicated to her that they had been marooned on a dessert island and that on a portable radio they heard that a rescue party was two days away from bringing them back to civilization. It would be night time and a nice camp fire had been built. When he snapped his fingers once, it would soon be daylight and the sun would be glorious; they would be totally alone. He gave her the suggestion that they had been attracted to one another during their sea voyage but hadn’t the opportunity to connect.
He further gave her a suggestion that she hadn’t had sex in over six months and that she was absolutely insane with desire. Even if she masturbated she could not quench her thirst for sex. Jim told her that at the count of three she would awaken, find herself on an old boat seat that washed ashore and be a little cold from the night winds blowing off the water.
She would experience a desire unlike she ever felt before. Each time she had an orgasm, it would take violent hold of her and last three times longer that she had ever experienced before. Her nipples would be so sensitive that she would shudder with the least touch. When she placed his cock in her mouth she would feel this intense pressure on her clitoris. The deeper she placed his rigid penis in her throat, the more intense the feeling in her hole would be.
Jim asked her if she understood everything that he told her, and she acknowledged that she had with a nod of her head. He also told her that when he placed her head between his hands and kissed her on the forehead, she would awaken, feel wonderful and more satisfied than she had ever felt before. The next time that he snapped his fingers twice, while looking into her eyes, she would fall into a fast, deep sleep. So he began, “one, two, three.”
Marilyn sat on the couch that she perceived to be the boat seat. She had an utterly lost look on her face. Her arms crossed her chest in an effort to ward off the cold. She sheepishly inquired, “do you think we will be OK until they arrive Jim?”
“I’m sure we will be just fine. I don’t think there are any dangerous animals on the prowl, I have built a nice fire and it will be daylight soon,” he said.
“Would you mind if I get out of these wet things and try to warm myself by the fire Jim. I’m a little embarrassed, but I don’t want to get pneumonia,” she pleaded shyly.
Jim could only nod his consent. He had been waiting to see this lovely body all of his life. Marilyn got up and turned so that he could release her zipper. She removed the red dress, and Jim noticed the visible goose flesh as she did so. He had obviously helped her attain temperature hallucination. She was actually chilly. Jim went over to a near-by arm chair and retrieved an afghan to place around her. By this time she had removed her bra but modestly kept her back to Jim. He placed the afghan around her shivering shoulders and drew her to him.
Marilyn melted back into his arms and could feel his meat pressed against her warming buttocks. He felt her fumble a little and turn to look into his eyes. “You have been so very kind to me. This is absolutely frightening not knowing exactly when they will come for us,” Marilyn whispered.
Jim eased her down on the “boat seat” and gathered her to him to increase her warmth. His nose was blessed with the scent of her hair and the warmth of her body. Again their eyes met. Her mouth opened ever so slightly as her eyes began to close. Closer and closer their lips came to touching. At last he could feel her hot breath bleeding into his own lungs; a kiss of gratitude turned quickly into a kiss of passion and need. The afghan fell from her shoulders.
Moments later his strong hands were on her body. Touching softly and moving on. Her back flexed as his hands moved slowly up and down its spine resting on her buttocks. She considered stopping, but she couldn’t make herself. Her own hands began to experiment with the muscles of his body. She felt them ripple to her touch as a soft moan escaped his lips. This slight sound lit off lovely explosions in her head. His hands were on her thighs touching every inch as softly as an angel’s kiss. She knew she was wet with anticipation and hunger. Uncontrollably, her hand soon found the hardness of the staff in his pants. Her control was gone and she didn’t care.
His hands were under her heavy breasts cupping and teasing her ripe, hard nipples. Once when she was a child she experienced a fever that was accompanied by a shivering phenomenon. As his fingers touched her dark pink nipples, this experience was relived. She began to press her wet, hairy mound into the seat for some simple relief from the mounting frustration. His tongue was on her neck tracing love notes. It then moved to her heaving swollen breasts.
She felt teeth and lips on her blood-engorged nipples. Again a shivering took control of her body, and ripples of excitement thundered through her body. His hand traveled down to that moist, fragrant hole of her womanhood. Explosions went off in her head as his hand crept inside her panties to feel her slippery cunt. He inserted one finger inside her body and then another. In circular motions he soon brought her to heaven. The bone shaking convulsions continued on and on. She had never experienced such an orgasm. Would there never be an end to this joy? She prayed there would not. Her jerking and moaning brought yet additional growth to his throbbing cock.
As if drawn by a magnet, her lips traversed the distance between his hairy chest and his huge staff. Soon she brought that gentle monster inside she mouth and teased it with delight. He was bone hard and bursting with excitement. Her soft mouth sucked him deep inside to her waiting throat. Something was happening to her. Up and down went her hungry mouth as her tongue gave him yet new pleasures. She couldn’t seem to get enough of this warrior spear into her throat. Deeper and deeper she sucked the huge cock into her mouth until her lips brushed the depths of his public wire. With each inch her moans grew in volume and intensity.
His head was spinning as he whispered in her ear that he had never had such tender bliss. The heat rising from her cunt was quite amazing. He took her swollen sex lips in his mouth and sucked and nibbled for minutes, his tongue teasing and probing. All the while, one of his hands was squeezing her buttocks with such strength it doubled her excitement. His other hand gently twisted one of her hard nipples. He sucked her sweet love juice and drank from her wriggling body, swallowing the divine cream with animal-like relish.
Her soft pussy was going into spasms now, and he felt the muscles in her vagina grab for his teasing tongue as he lanced it into her tense body. Her smooth, rounded hips were jerking up and down as she attempted to shove as much cunt into his mouth as she possible could. Spreading her legs wide apart, he raised her buttocks in his hands and kissed at her dripping fanny, his nose completely buried and lost in the dark, springy hairs of her mound.
The lips of her sweet cunt were now spread very wide apart, in a way that completely exposed her deep, hot cavern, the soft lips of her slit parting and pulsing with desire. The pinkish flesh gleamed with her love juice, which trickled and oozed down her tunnel and greased everything ready for the fuck that she was dying for.
Taking his fat, throbbing weapon in both hands, he took the tip and rubbed it all over the slippery opening of her slit, smearing it with her juices. She had the look of a hungry animal. She didn’t want fucked any longer; she needed it. Lowering himself on her body, he slid seven inches of cock into her eager hole. Her cunt swallowed every hot, steaming inch of it, the membranes inside her gripped his penis as he rammed it deeper and deeper into the liquid cauldron. The walls of her inner cunt contracted tightly around this invading rod.
This deprived love tunnel seemed to quiver and clutch, enclosing the unyielding bulk of his cock in a loving grasp. The tip of his prick was pressing against her cavity. He enjoyed the depth of penetration for a few seconds more then grunted with pleasure as her vaginal muscles squeezed his cock in a milking action. In a motion that didn’t dislodge his towering piston, he swung her over and placed her above him. Her heavy glistening breasts swayed in his pleasure-filled face. His tongue reached up to thank each rock-hard nipple in its own way for presenting such an erotic view.
He began to see-saw in and out of her as she began to lever herself up and down the long, thick pole which impaled her. Her juices were soaking her pubic hair and the slopping, slushing, slurping sounds from her clasping cunt were erotic music to their ears. As she cried for it he bucked his hips even faster, matching her up and down motion, her belly smacking against his with audible slaps of flesh as she clung to him. He hung on to her, trying to steady her, staring avidly at her bouncing tits when she pulled away to view the penetration. A wail of ecstasy ripped from her mouth as the violent explosion of her climax pushed through the membranes of her passion pit, milking his cock with the loving vise of her wet sheath.
With one last frantic thrust, his cock exploded; shooting his cream in a steady stream of fantastic release. She had never had such excitement. It was new, wonderful and needed. It went on and on with such convulsive pleasure that she was sure she would pass out. She could have easily taken more of what that cock promised. Jim snapped his fingers, and Marilyn saw the bright orange sun rise over a sleepy horizon. Around her were the loveliest trees she had ever seen. Sea gulls sang sweet melodies as she closed her eyes and welcomed the heat of a new tropical day.
Jim gently placed his hands around her resting face and kissed her on the forehead. He told her to awake and remember everything. This was one of the most wonderful times he had ever had, and he was sure that Marilyn was pleased with the outcome. The most wondrous thing about it was the fact that another pleasure trip was just a snap of the fingers away. Maybe next weekend.