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by Prof. Richard W. (formerly of the University of ____________)
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Part 10 - "Maria's Lust"
BEFORE THE 1997 SUMMIT CONFERENCE
"You feel concerned, because that penis in your imagination is so beautiful, it is so ready for you. It will fold itself away unless you feel confident enough.... to share secrets."
Thus Dean had offered the lust-drenched Maria a challenge which she could not help but rise to meet. She rose on the sleeping car berth, on her knees to avoid bumping her head on the upper, her legs spread apart. She was opening to him, but in a way that showed her strength and her self-confidence. She tossed her hair back and licked her lips, but made no move to him, expecting Dean to follow the lead of his rock-hard staff which swayed between them.
Of course, she had no way of knowing that Dean was not seeing her in this moment, a moment when most other red-blooded men would have been leaping onto the berth to plunge gladly into her wet slit. Dean had been in this moment before, and he was quickly riffling the mental file cards, exercising the ancient skills which allowed him to transfer the visual contributions of her sexual desire to the area below his waist. His sexual power thus was building and building, while his mind remained clear and in control-- thinking of the Kyrghistan solution again, and where it had led after he had learned the key information in that case.
His mind flashed back to Elena, the blonde Russian engineer, stretched out so fully, sighing and trembling in their night of passion in a dusty nuclear reactor town in Central Asia. He remembered looking down with satisfaction at her wet body, her generous curves retaining their shape to a lovely degree as her chest rose and fell with her deep breathing; he had wanted to lick his lips as he recalled the way that her faithful workouts had translated into wonderful waves of shared passion. She must, he thought, have been the only natural blonde in this dirtwater, frontier town, and surely the only one trying to keep in shape and keep clean. And her efforts had succeeded to dreamlike levels. Her slim waist and firm hips made the beautiful curves of her bust outstandingly attractive.
When he had caressed and kissed Elena's breasts, he had been surprised at how much it affected him. The softness seemed even more alluring in the grim setting. He whispered sweet and gentle thoughts into her ear, tenderly repairing her self-esteem. It was easy to do, Dean remembered, because what he told her was true. She just was not used to hearing it.
In return, the desire to take in the one man who had treated her like the brilliant woman that she knew she was had overwhelmed her-- Elena told him that she could see herself being swept into waves of sensuality with him, and then they soared together as he stroked her tenderly, taking her mind into the skies far above the dust and dirt which had surrounded her.
Elena, as with Maria now, had been a mental prisoner of a controlling man in her past. Now she was released. Yes, she had shared the key information his bosses had demanded about the crumbling concrete around the cooling tower of the reactor, but more importantly, their experience together had transformed her by releasing her from the hold that someone else had on her, apparently the plant manager. He was, Dean had concluded, a man who thought sexual harassment was a goal to achieve, not prevent, and controlling the lovely Elena was the manager's recent objective. Up till now, his superiors should have rated him as an over-achiever.
Dean's attention dissolved back to the hot young woman in front of him, and as it did, he effortlessly slid into the same mode which had freed Elena from her dominator.
Reaching back into his things, he grabbed the already-opened Sakura box, and plucked out the second of the three semi-precious condoms. He knelt beside Maria.
"You'd like to have this on me, wouldn't you?" He did not know what contacts Bernard might have made in addition to this young Greek-American. No sense taking chances.
Maria smiled bashfully, something which amused Dean. As on so many past occasions, a woman who was burning to have him, who had strutted naked before him to fire his lust, suddenly turned shy and fumblesome when invited to roll the protective shield over his erect member.
She hesitated, as Dean had expected. Actually, he could have put it on himself quicker, but this gave him a neutral reason for coming close to her without immediately commencing activities. He took her hand, and guided it over his manhood. Gently, he led her fingers around the engorged head, and quietly talked her through every detail.
"It reminds you of something, doesn't it?" he asked, in a command down tone, rather than as a real question.
"Yes.... a long time ago....." she murmured. He teased the back of her hands with little kisses, foreplay for her, establishing an anchor in her emotions for him.
"Your first love?" he gently inquired.
"No, he was so clumsy.... it was.... Ron...." Maria's words ended in a sigh as Dean kissed along her arm. He had seen her body's tiny signals of the deep memories coming up, and he planted the anchors higher.
"You can remember that time?...." Dean asked another question as a command.
"Yes," Maria began to breathe more deeply, and Dean kissed her shoulders.
"Can YOU TELL ME ABOUT IT, Maria?" Dean asked, imbedding the command which would release her subconscious restraints. Maria began to speak in a low, sensuous voice, pausing to bring thoughts out from her deep memory. Dean listened intently, and lost none of his erection as he saw her lust deepening with each recollection.
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"It was on the elk hunt. Ron's dad had taken us up to Idaho when we lived in California, Ron and I, and our friends, Mick and Bridget, hunting. He was going to chaperone us, of course, so the guys would share one two-man tent and Bridget and I would share the other one. Ron's dad would sleep in the camper.
"For the first couple of nights that's how it worked, and the four of us kids did learn a lot about hunting. I thought I would hate it, but there was something magic about it. We hadn't shot anything yet, but we had come close. Maybe we were too noisy, but anyway, I started to get excited about it. I mean, I was already excited about spending so much time with Ron. It got even worse on the second night, when Bridget snuck away from the campfire for a while with Mick and didn't get caught. Ron and I kept his dad busy with some questions about the rifles.
"Bridget came back to the tent, and she was glowing. A few feet out into the dark woods, Mick and she had been necking, and then they pulled their sweatshirts off, because Mick said that nothing would feel like the moonlight would feel on their chests. I could see Bridget grinning as she said this, and she wiggled a bit thinking about it, and that showed me that her nipples were getting hard again as she thought about it. I started getting excited talking about it with her, I mean, Mick had only kissed her breasts, and cuddled them, so it really was okay, right, but it was soooo sexy!
"We opened up the tent vent, and lay there under the stars, talking about our boyfriends. They were so close to us, but we couldn't have them, and it didn't seem fair. Later on, we discovered that they were thinking the same thing, also looking up at the stars, each trying not to let the other notice his hard-on. And their hard-ons grew more and more painful the more they talked, especially as Mick described Bridget's bosom and the saucy way her nipples turned up as they filled out in the chill air. The more you think about, the hornier you get.
"Anyway, the next night Ron's dad was getting kind of frustrated about not bagging an elk yet, and we were all frustrated by not having had sex with each other yet, I mean we weren't virgins, but both couples were new with each other. I'd had one real, intimate boyfriend before. I think Bridget was the same. We'd double-dated with these guys before, so I knew that both of us couples had been just having fun petting.
"The guys suggested that Ron's dad break out the liquor that he had meant to use for a celebration, to kind of use it to forget how frustrated he was getting. I guess it was time for that, because he took them up on it, and proceeded to try and teach them how to drink like men. Of course, they encouraged him to get stinking drunk; I don't think they had any taste for bourbon, anyway. He fell asleep and the boys dragged him into the cozy camper.
"We all stood there looking at each other for a minute, our mouths just open, the stars seeming to whirl over our heads, it was suddenly so exciting. We just held hands for a few minutes, both couples, and then we were hugging and kissing with modest, sweet little kisses, almost like we were suddenly scared of what would happen next, holding back, I guess. Our breath came out in the cold air in little puffs. Finally, Ron suggested quietly that maybe we could try sharing the tents differently tonight.
"Bridget and Mick didn't need much of a hint. She grabbed his hand, and they were off to our tent. I started to move, but Ron took me around the waist, and held me on the spot.
