Daydreaming

You take a seat at the tables outside, enjoying the warm midday sun. Still thinking about the barista, your thoughts began to wonder. Your dirty mind began to think of all the mischief you could get into with her. Little did you know, after the little bit of toying you did to her, you still had somewhat of a magical connection with her. And your arousal was beginning to affect her.

Inside, the barista's shift ended soon, and she was doing some final cleaning. She was still thinking about that ghostly grope. She definitely didn't imagine it, but there was clearly no one who could have done it. The hand had felt feminine, and she thought about that woman at the counter right before. She was cute, sure, and she had this look in her eye... No it couldn't be that.

At the table outside, you're still thinking about her. You think of kissing those soft lips, your hand tracing down her side. Your bodies entangled together, dazzling her with your magic.

Inside, she was hanging up her apron up in the back as she began to feel hot. She breathed in slowly as she felt a tingling in her stomach. She sighed quietly, rubbing a hand over her inner thigh, surprised at how turned on she suddenly was.

Outside, you subconsciously began to feel the erotic energy feedback from her, making you hotter. Your thoughts focused more now, as you thought about playing with those perky tits of hers.

In the back, the tingles in her stomach fluttered up to her breasts, buzzing and tickling around them. She stumbled over and sat down in a chair. Looking down, she could see her nipples poking through her tight blouse and bra. Both her hands grabbed the bottom of her chair as the buzzing focused, and she could almost feel her nipples being tweaked. She looked down, and sure enough, she could see them moving beneath her shirt. She gasped, feeling even more turned on.

On the porch, you felt the energy even more. You could almost see her clearly in your head, sitting alone in a room, panting, begging for more. Too horny to realize your magic use, your attention focused on her pussy and you could barely control your lust.

Inside, the girl's legs were suddenly savagely **** apart. Almost as quickly, she felt a face between her legs, lavishing her snatch. She audibly moaned at this and rolled her head back, her hair spilling down her back. The tongue continued as her breasts were kneaded and rolled under her shirt. Her breath quickened as the big moment drew closer.

Outside, when you could practically taste her on your lips, you suddenly stopped. Your eyes snapped into focus, and you realized you'd been getting a bit to into that. You stood and turned, looking into the shop. 'How much of that did she feel?' you wonder.

Inside, when it stopped, she nearly fell out of the chair. "What the hell?" she grumbled. Making sure no one had seen her, she composed herself the best she could, and walked toward the door to leave.

You really have to be more careful with your powers, you think. Deciding it might be better for you to leave, you picked up your coffee to drain the last of it. As you moved the cup away from your mouth, the door opened, and out walked the barista. Looking at her, she looked a little flushed at flustered, and she was staring at you. You both stare at each other for a moment, when a little smile touched your lips. You asked, "Did, uh, did you feel that?" You chuckle a bit.

Her eyes widened, and she blushed. "That WAS you!" she exclaimed, a bit surprised and excited.

You looked at her coyly, then answered, "Maybe. What's your name?"

"Um, Je...Jenna." she stuttered.

You glanced around, and seeing that no one was paying attention to you two, stepped up in front of her. Deciding to see where this could go, you whispered "My name's Allison, and yeah, it was me. And if you want to see more..." Continuing talking, you slid two fingers just down the front of her pants, channeling a little magic. You smiled as you felt her shiver. "Meet me here tonight, nine o'clock." At that, you pulled them out, causing her to feel an odd slipping and sliding feeling between her legs. "Don't be late." you winked, as you held your fingers up, her panties draped between them.

She gasped, took a step back and looked down. Seeing her pants right where they should be, but definitely noticing the feeling of a lack of underwear, she looked up. You were nowhere to be seen.