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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.
