Firing back

My heart was pounding with excitement as I sat down at my laptop in the café. The surroundings were lively, the clatter of cups and the babble of voices from the guests filled the room. I was engrossed in my work when suddenly a wave of electrifying energy coursed through my body. It was like an invisible breeze that touched me gently and pulled me out of my thoughts.

A shiver ran down my spine and my skin tingled. I could literally feel how this touch awakened my senses. It was a sensation I hadn't experienced for a long time. Someone with similar abilities was looking around, but not just with their eyes. I looked around the café, searching for the source of this mysterious energy. I couldn't pinpoint it yet, but I quickly realized that whoever was using their thoughts here had little experience with it.

I was finally unable to concentrate on my work when I heard the commotion behind me. The girls had spilled coffee and were involuntarily exposed. A small loss that I felt they deserved. But my interest was not in the girls, but in the boy with the black hair and striped sweater. He was the source of the exciting energy that had been flowing through me before.

His name, Steve, entered my thoughts as I immersed myself in his head. He seemed so preoccupied with the girls and his little game that he didn't even notice my presence. His approach was a little clumsy and awkward, but still, I couldn't deny that he caught my attention. I would have done it much more subtly, with more precision and finesse. But he still seemed to be having fun while the girls retreated towards the toilets.

When the situation calmed down, I sat back down in my seat. But I could feel how his attention was now focused on me. My body reacted again to this energetic connection that seemed to exist between us. A mixture of lust and curiosity filled me as I penetrated his thoughts and emotions. What was driving him? What dark fantasies lay dormant inside him? I wanted to find out more about him, to feel more of this intense energy between us.

And so I sat back, ready to engage in the game Steve was about to play.

A wave of anticipation washed over me as I focused Steve's thoughts on my breasts. It was an exhilarating sensation, feeling his mental touch caressing my sensitive nipples. The intensity of his focus sent shivers down my spine, making my skin tingle with heightened arousal.

I could almost feel his imaginary hands exploring the curves of my breasts, his fingers teasing and squeezing, igniting a fiery desire within me. The stimulation was so vivid in my mind, as if his touch had transcended the barriers of reality and merged with my own sensations. I subtly rubbed my arms against my chest as if to try and stop the feeling. Every stroke of his mental touch sent delicious shudders through my body, each imagined pinch and tug of my nipples sending waves of pleasure straight to my core. I could feel the heat building between my thighs, a pulsating ache that begged for release.