A quiet brunette

You look around and the first likely prospect you see is a small brunette in a cardigan, white shirt, plaid skirt and glasses reading a book. You look at her and know exactly what she needs. With a mental command you have her go off to find one of the private study rooms.

You are about to follow her when you realise that being followed into a room by a strange man would naturally be frightening for a woman and being afraid of you isn’t part of her ‘perfect experience’. You take out the pen and write.

“Woman become increasingly sexually aroused, rather than afraid, when alone with me.” and, because you don’t want to be disturbed you write “no-one ever disturbs me when I am alone with one or more women unless I want them to or it is an emergency”.

You then get up and follow her into the room she has found, closing the door behind you. She spins around.

“Who are you?” she asks “What are you doing?” but rather than looking afraid she looks at you shyly and bites her lip.

You say nothing but put your finger to your lips to indicate silence before pulling out a chair from under the table.

She places her book on the table and then sits down upon the chair. Feet and knees together, hands in her lap like a ‘proper lady’. You do not put the idea in her head, and you make sure to not stand in front of the door so she knows she can leave but she sits down her eyes looking at you with increasing desire, possibly because what is happening is like something out of her sexual fantasies.

You pull out a chair for yourself and then sit down upon it, facing her. You do nothing, say nothing, you simply look at her, watching her sexual arousal mount, her face become flushed, her pupils dilating, until she cannot take it any more.

Her legs open as her hands begin to draw her skirt up until you can see her light grey cotton underpants, already showing a dark spot of moisture. Then, holding her skirt with left hand she puts her right between her legs and begins to rub herself through her underwear, increasing the size of the dark patch.

She continues doing this and you continue watching her. As you do you send her mental messages to slow down and draw it out because you know that this will increase the pleasure of her eventual climax.

Eventually she lets go of her skirt so she can use her left hand to massage her right breast. Again she removes no clothing, simply squeezing it through her shirt.

She continues to masturbate herself through her underwear making them increasingly wet, and you continue to simply watch and mentally encourage her to draw it out, until eventually she can hold back her orgasm no longer. Just before the explosions of pleasure surges through her body you send a mental message to meet you eyes as it does. Despite the spasms of ecstasy she is almost silent as she simply grips the arms of the chair, opens her mouth and gives a series of quick breaths until the waves of pleasure subside.

As she does you remove your pad and The Pen and write “I enjoy everything about performing cunnilingus” since you didn’t before and you see a lot more of it in your future, including your immediate future. You then put the pad and Pen back in your pocket and kneel down in from of the woman as her orgasm subsides.

You then reach forward and take the corners of her saturated underpants and, once she realises what you are doing and raises her buttocks to allow it, draw them down, first to her knees, then to her ankles and then finally remove them entirely once she has lifted her feet to allow it. You place them on the floor next to you and then look back at what you have revealed.

Her pussy, wet and engorged from her recent climax, is beautiful, like a purple flower glistening with dew, her clit poking out the top excitedly. The dark hair above is slightly untended triangle. The scent of her freshly released juices is intoxicating and with no more delay you lean forward to taste them.

As your tongue touches her sensitive lips the woman (whose name you don’t know, as she doesn’t know yours, but that is deliberate) gasps and twitches. You stop, draw back, and look up at her. She looks at you smiles and then nods before gripping the arms of the chair. You know that her pussy is very sensitive after the orgasm but you also know that she wants this. You put your face down and continue. You can hear a soft groan from above but you keep going, gently driving her toward another climax. First by softly licking her labia and then, as they separate slowly exploring inside her with the fingers of your right hand while tenderly massaging her clit with your left. The taste of her is wonderful, as is the feel of her tight wet pussy, and you are happy to continue doing this for as long as it takes. In fact it you are somewhat disappointed when she achieves her second orgasm so quickly as you would have happily continued all day. Still it is now time to put your cock, already totally erect, inside that hot wet hole and you are somewhat mollified by that.

You stand. You notice she has undone her shirt and slid her small firm breasts out of her white cotton bra while your face was between her legs. You offer her your hands, she takes them and you help her stand up. Her legs are weak from the orgasms she’s just had and she almost falls but you hold her up and help her reach the table, which she sits down on and then lies back, opening herself to you again.

You quickly remove your pants and underwear and then move over to her. You position the head of your cock at her opening and then look down into her eyes. She grips the sides of the table, you grasp her waist, and you thrust into her, burying yourself inside her. She makes the loudest groan she has yet (still quiet) and arches her back, closing her eyes. You wait until she reopens her eyes and looks back at you before drawing out and thrusting back into her, making her gasp. You continue thrusting into her faster and faster, as she continues to hold the sides of the table. You fuck her hard and fast continuing to look into her eyes until you see them go wide, she lets out another series of gasps and her pussy convulses around you shaft. As this happens you let your own orgasm go, pouring your seed inside her.

You withdraw and clean yourself up and as you do you realise you’ve probably left quite a bit of evidence of what just happened in this room, not to mention inside this woman. You take out The Pen and your writing pad and jot down “No evidence of my sexual encounters is ever left behind unless I wish it to be.” You then sit and wait silently for your partner to get her strength back and re-dress herself. She does so, while leaving her underwear on the floor. She then picks up them up and hands them to you before walking out the door.