Continuing the test

Step one done, John thought. He eyed the woman up and down, putting the silent world around him out of his mind. He found it hard to choose, itching to try out the third button, not finding anything about her body he wanted to change. His gaze drifted to her crotch, hidden beneath her yellow Lycra shorts.

“Good time as ever to check out the goods,” John smirked. Squatting before the brunette, he rolled the jogging shorts down over her hips, pulling a plain white thong along with the Lycra. His lips curled at the sight, her thick, dark curls a veritable jungle hiding her womanhood. A little hair was okay in his book, but this? He rolled his eyes. He pressed the third button, looking up at her frozen face.

“You do not have any pubic hair,” John said and then pressed the button. Still looking up, he took a steadying breath and lowered his gaze. His eyes bulged. The watch worked! All her hair was gone, leaving a bare stretch of skin alongside her slightly puffy labia, amazingly with only a slight part after two daughters and at least twenty (he wasn’t sure how long exactly, not knowing the woman from more than a distance) of marriage.

“Not getting enough dick?” John asked the frozen MILF, laughing softly. He reached out, stroking the pudenda, awed by the smoothness and warmth of her skin. Nice, he thought. I can’t wait to fuck this. Now, about that…

“You want to fuck me,” he told her, after standing up and pressing the middle button of the orange watch. “You will do anything to fuck me. You will not feel guilty about it. For you, sex with me will be the greatest thing in your life.” Perhaps a little much, but John wanted her to want him now. “Just having my dick slide into your pussy will give you a small orgasm and when I blow my load in you or on you, you will always have the best orgasm of your life. No other orgasm from another man or woman will compare. Also,” he began as an afterthought, “You will never be jealous or envious of any other woman fucking me, accepting the fact I am not a one woman man.”

There, that ought to do it, John thought with a satisfied smile, looking the brunette up and down once more. Hmmm, he eyed her bare pudenda. Guess it wouldn’t be good to leave her like that. It might cause a scene and attract attention. He shrugged and righted her shorts, giving her nether lips a quick feel.

Now to see how this falls out, John thought, walking back towards his house. Idly, he wondered how he was so lucky. Why me? Who were these ‘Women of Venus?’ A few other questions wandered through his mind before he finally closed the front door behind him. His stomach began to grumble. Guess I should eat first, he thought. I’ve heard sex can be quite – taxing.