Heather keeps him company

Aron walked into the bedroom with the intention of laying his head down to rest. He wanted badly to leave right away and find his wife, but her friend was right. Running out into the dark was dangerous and he was tired from the long day of travelling back and forth, so he was only likely to make some kind of mistake. It was his own fault. He wasted too much time searching the valley. And now his wife could be anywhere.

He found her clothes folded in the bedroom just Heather had told the mayor. He saw down beside them, and felt them between his fingers. They were the clothes his wife was wearing that morning before he left. The only reasonable explanation for that was that she had stripped them off willingly and set them carefully aside. The room smelt of incense, an aroma he hadn't smelt since the temple at Cubano. There were so many things that didn't make sense.

"Do you want some company?"

He looked up to the door and saw that his wife's friend was still with him. He realized he hadn't answered her question from before.

"I'm just going to sleep here. There's no point in using your spare bed when there's a perfectly good one right here."

"That's fine," she said, as she came to stand in front of him. "Would you like me to help you sleep?"

"You mean like a sleeping draught?" He already felt unsteady, like his head spinning. "I don't think I'll need it, and I don't want to oversleep."

"Don't worry, I'll wake you up," she told him as her hips began to gently sway back and forth. "Just watch me and relax."

The blonde woman danced in front of him, shimming side from side with her whole body. There was no music but the longer he watched her the more that he could hear a soft but constant drumbeat emanating from the back of his head. Every movement seemed to come from her center and she began to resemble a flickering flame. Even as her movements became more pronounced, they remained fluid, and just like she had told him, he began to feel more relaxed.

She reached up and unfastened her dress, allowing the top to fall down. Her large breasts were unveiled to his eyes. They were so full and round, he imagined them in his hands, spilling out over his fingers. But she kept dancing, and her naked breasts jiggled freely along. Her nipples were already hard. Was she aroused, he wondered. Something about this felt very wrong, but he couldn't quite place why.

"I don't know about..." he tried to get to his feet, to leave the room.

"Ssssh, sit down and watch," she sang in a husk voice. "You're just watching, isn't that right?"

The question felt rhetorical, because of course he was only watching. He sat back down on the bed and felt himself grounded there, as if his body had been rooted to the spot. But he didn't care. He didn't need to get up anyway. He was enjoying the show, enjoying watching this blonde half naked woman dance with her large tits right in front of him. He thought about all the big titted women he'd met in bars or paid for a night before he met...there seemed to be a blank space there in his thoughts, why was that...

"Ssssh, don't worry about that," she whispered in a sigh. "That blank space is just all the negative thoughts seeping out as you relax, as you keep your eyes focused on me."

She kept dancing and he was impressed that she didn't seem to get tired. He couldn't tell if it had been minutes or hours, just that it felt that he'd always been watching her. Watching her hands slide down over her body and push her dress lower. She turned slightly but kept dancing, kept flickering like that flame atop a candle as she pushed the dress down over her wide hips. She wasn't wearing anything underneath so he was immediately greeted with the view of her bare ass. It swayed back and forth in front of him. and he began to feel even more relaxed. He felt as if he was floating.

"I see you like my dance," she giggled. "Look at you so manly. All big and hard for me."

"Huh?"

He looked down and saw that his breeches had been removed. When had that happened? His cock was indeed erect and fully hard. He'd never seen it so veiny. And it was pointing at the sexy dancer. But this really didn't feel right. He shouldn't be showing his erection to women. There was a reason for that, even if he couldn't place it. But the urge to stroke his cock was over powering his need to understand. He wanted to stroke himself for this woman. He wanted her to see him stroke his hard, thick cock. He looked again at her ass, as it moved in small circles coming closer and closer to him. The tight crevice between her cheeks looked like the perfect place for a cock.

"Oh god, your cock feels so good on me."

His eyes blinked and he realized he was already doing it. She was grinding on his lap with her back to him, rubbing her butt directly against his hard cock. He felt her cheeks on either side of his dick, stroking him better than his hand ever could. He could feel her heat just below where his cock was rubbing, a humid, wet heat, just like the atmosphere in the room. With her hands on his knees, she slid her ass up and down on him, allowing him to feel the heat of her pussy on every inch of himself. And when she reaches the top, he felt his cock on the edge of slipping between those glorious thick thighs and being enveloped fully in that soaking heat. Despite the nagging doubt in his head, his body acted of its own accord, pushing back against her ass, rubbing fully on her and trying to push ever closer to her pussy heat.

Before he could slip inside her, she pulled away and turned around, preparing to straddle him. He was now lying down in the middle of the bed with no recollection of how he got there. But Heather was riding him. Her pussy lips, slick with her juices, slid along his cock length. Part of him was relieved to see that he hadn't penetrated her yet. He kept losing time, and skipping moments ahead, but he hadn't missed the best part yet. While still grinding her pussy on his cock she leaned down and whispered in his ear.

"You want it, don't you? The power," she said in a airy drawl. "The strength you desire, I can give you, for a price."

"What do you want?" he groaned.

She sat up again and lifted her hips as she reached down between them and took his cock in her hand. She aimed it between her legs, at her dripping pussy while she pulled his hands up to grasp her waist, putting him in control of whether she stayed or dropped.

"Give yourself to me."