"I couldn't help notice you checking me out," I say. As expected, she flushes ruby red and averts her eyes. But also as expected, she doesn't deny my observation.
She starts to collect the books that litter her table. She pauses as she hinges on indecision. When she moves again, her eyes glisten with challenge.
"So what if I am?" she says.
"That makes us a matching pair because I can't take my eyes off you, too." I discover that there is, in fact, a deeper shade of red possible as it spreads across her face and down her neck. She squirms under my intense examination. The rest of the coffee shop dissolves into the background. We'd never seen each other before today, but I am a heartbeat away from sealing the deal. I sit down to conceal the excitement building in my crotch.
She smells like lavender, hair spray, and desperation. I release a subtle thought. Her gaze drops and I know it found fertile soil. The crimson hue at the nape of her neck glows with mischief. I've got her thinking bad thoughts and she's just deciding whether to make them reality. She gathers a handful of hair and plays with it between her fingers. Her chair has become the enemy of comfort and she squirms relentlessly. Her nipples threaten to burst through the fabric of her white silk blouse.
My lap quiets to a dull roar. My initial excitement appears to be under control. I stand up and extend my hand. I know she will accept. She does and we walk out of the coffee shop together.
Five minutes later, she's between me and the steering wheel with my cock sliding across her exquisitely plump lips. I was planning to continue our playtime back at my place, but her skills have me trending dangerously close to a climax. She hawks and spits on the head, drawing the slick saliva down the shaft. She nuzzles my balls with her nose as I slide down her throat. She devours me. Her angel lips flutter like a soft breeze across my cock and balls.
While I'm pondering whether I'll allow myself the release, my body makes the decision for me. I blast off and paint my passion across her face. She lifts her head and moans as the thick white sauce dribbles down her chin. She smiles and completes the perfect image of a dirty girl. She isn't the type of girl that would do something like this, but she's exactly the type to have dreamed of it. I find that is typically the case. Most people have sick and perverted thoughts running through their minds, thoughts that they'd never admit to another soul.
I have ways of making fantasies come true. I'm a regular Mr. Roarke. It's not like I'm making them do anything they don't already want to do. I look for the signs that an interest already exists. We all do it; I just have the ability to access a special insertion point that opens their minds to me.
She complains when I kick her out of my car. We're miles from the coffee shop and she demands a ride home. I spot a nearby craft store and throw her an image of her shopping. She buzzes away with a smile on her face. Too easy.
I opt for a different path home and take the oceanside freeway. A half hour into my drive I'm far outside the city. I let my mind wander and just lost myself in the drive. My car's near 'E' when I roll into an ancient gas station. A tiny sign in the corner of a window says 'CLOSED'. That's not an option for me. I gage the distance to the city and realize there's no way I'll make it back unless my car sprouts wings.
The sound of my tires crunching gravel is the only thing that greets me when I pull up to the pump. I don't know if honking my horn would be rude in these parts so I resist the urge to announce my presence. I step out and slam the car door shut. It echoes in the distance. I measure my surroundings, hoping that I don't have to spend the night there. I notice a large shed at the rear of the property. I feel very strongly that I'll find someone there. My strides are confident and brisk, but they mask my true nervousness. I am always the one in command and this isn't sitting well with me. I'm in unfamiliar territory and far from the city.
The structure was slapped together by hands long departed. The roof looks dangerously close to caving in. The walls are a collection of tin patches over faded wood. I feel a presence within and my hand stops shy of the door. A sheen of sweat springs from my forehead.
"Come in. It's not locked or anything." My blood flushes with the sound. A young woman's voice greets me, but I am inexplicably afraid of what I'll find inside. I glance in the direction of my car. An empty gas tank won't get me too far. I have no choice.
I enter and stand in a well lit and cozy living space. The floors are covered with lush carpet atop which sits luxurious furniture. The interior looks far more spacious than it did from the outside and the decorum is a sharp departure from the rustic environment.
On the bed nestled among pink pillows is a tiny blond woman. She's in a blue summer dress and her golden hair flows across her body in a single braid. She appears to have been reading and calmly puts her reading glasses and book on a nightstand. Her smile disarms me and I'm immediately taken by her innocent look.
"Well, this is a surprise," I say, but it leaks like a whisper through my strained throat. Why am I so nervous? I push the though aside. I can't turn my eyes from the perfection of her upturned nose and her perfectly formed lips. Her eyes glisten.
"Are you looking for gasoline?" Her voice is light and delicate with a slight accent. Scandinavian, I think. I nod. "My Father will be back this evening. Would you like to wait with me? I don't get too many visitors. Especially handsome ones."
My eyes run the length of her body a few times. She's sexy as hell, but should I risk her Father's wrath? I'm in a strange position. For once, I don't have to use my powers to seduce my target. She's lonely, horny, and ripe for the picking. I know I'm not handsome but I appreciate the lie.
"I'd love to spend a little time with you, as long as you don't think we'll get in trouble?"
