by Prof. Richard W.
(formerly of the University of ____________)
Part 15 - "Val's Discovery"
As promised, I found myself hearing the rest of Sophia's report while we cuddled in our bed in the Oxford Hotel. Outside, the faintly heard routine of the city was underway-- so normal sounding. Inside, my lover and companion reclined comfortably in my arms, enjoying having accepted the warm fullness that I had prepared for her. I found myself smiling at her in that silly, confident way that comes with having her magic wetness all over my relaxing manhood.
She had to clear her throat a couple of times. I would have had as much trouble talking now, had I anything to say.
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BEFORE THE 1997 SUMMIT
"Isn't it warm in here?" Val grinned, and tugged her t-shirt out from under the officer's hand and up over her bra. She hated the idea that she seemed to be throwing herself at him, but she was counting on male psychology kicking in. And she was not disappointed.
The stunned young officer looked at Val's generous offering and could not keep his eyes off her, nor could he keep his mouth closed.
Years-ago training came flashing back to her now, and her breasts rose and fell as her breathing paced his, the young man's eyes naturally drawn to them, his hot hand frozen now on her glowing curves.
"You may find it easy to forget your mission for a while," she suggested, "as you feel yourself so at ease now, but first perhaps you would find it intriguing to understand that this piece of jewelry has the same pattern as printed on your card... except that it looks nicer, don't you think?" She guided his hand to the bauble pinned on her bra. "Doesn't it look good, resting here, as you would like to, between my breasts..."
Val did not need to speak any further words. His square jaw dropped for an instant as he recognized the hypnotic seal, and if anything, his understanding of what he had just taken in led to an immediate trance that was deeper than anything Val had ever achieved before. His mind, in a sense, was already prepared for complete acceptance of the power of the infinite, intertwined curves on his imagination, just as he had expected his bootleg copy of the image to entrance her.
"Perhaps, possibly, you would enjoy seeing more... you only need raise your right hand... it is rising now, isn't it? Your subconscious mind knows what you need... and it knows that you will see more only as you stay relaxed, open to my suggestions." His right hand began to rise in response.
Her body was warmed. The mysterious bauble on her bra continued to rise and fall, and the young officer never flinched as she raised her arms, stretching the t-shirt up and over. His right hand remained poised as if asking permission to speak. She pulled the t-shirt over her head and tossed it aside. For a moment she stood, enjoying her progress while she also dredged up recollections from classes taken two decades earlier.
"You must feel comfortable testifying in court.... and perhaps you have learned to think of other things as you wait your turn... do my breasts remind you of that?" She paused as the wheels turned slowly in his head, and then took on a cross-examining tone. "Answer, yes or no!"
"Yes!"
"Do they remind you of someone in the courtroom?"
"Yes.!"
"Who?"
"The bailiff, Ms. Martinez."
"Is there something similar about us?"
"Yes."
"Is she about my age?"
"Yes"
"Have you wondered what it would be like to be with her?"
"Yes!"
Val paused for a moment to restore the pace of their breathing. His hand remained in the swearing-in position that it had slipped to. Then she gently led him through his collected thoughts about the older woman bailiff. His face flushed and Val supposed that her own was, too, as the virile young officer described his fantasy adventures with the buxom court official.
Her purpose, really, was not to turn herself on. Rather, she wanted to accustom the young man to sharing his innermost thoughts with her. Perhaps Bernard or an associate had hypnotized him to gain his cooperation; in that case, it might be difficult to learn more unless he felt completely comfortable. Still, she felt the female steel coil within winding up, and pacing with her, perhaps, the officer felt the same thing happening.
Her bra grew increasingly uncomfortable, now warm and a size too small. Her nipples pressed to escape. She had no intention of having sex with this dangerous man, her relationship was developing well with her friend in Traffic. But, something had to happen.
"You might have thought of what it would be like to reach inside the bailiff's bra......"
"Yes!"
"As you think of that now, feeling your hand following her curves, you could imagine that if you tell me some other interesting stories that you have deep inside your thoughts, that I would let you do the same thing...." To emphasize that, Val unclipped her bra. It hung loosely over her breasts, supported by her firming nipples. She felt frightened and thrilled and stimulated, all at the same time. It had been so long since she had done this-- but she had been good back then!
"Does it remind you of another time when you had sex?"
"Yes."
"Can you remember what it felt like, what you saw, what you heard, and how it felt in your body when you have had sex?"
"Yes."
As he experienced this again in his mind, she noticed things start to change. His face flushed, his breathing got heavy, his lower lip got larger, and he actually re-experienced in his body all those lovely erotic feelings he had when he first went through the experience.
As he was doing this, she told him that when those feelings in his body reached their peak, he should wiggle his middle finger on his right hand, rather than coming. He would not be able to come until he answered some other questions.
Gently, Val began leading the ever more deeply entranced young officer through a series of questions. When he reached each further sharing of secrets, his middle finger wiggled desperately.
When he wiggled it, she reached over and give his right wrist a squeeze, and at the same time, said, "Good." Bit by bit, she was teaching him to enjoy a sexual haze on her touched/voice command, a sexual haze that would only continue with his answers to her questions. The bulge in his uniform pants confirmed that everything was proceeding in the natural direction.
The information came in a flood with the energy that his body cried out to send into his sexual organs.... "Bernard.... women meeting... at the Summit... stopping the women's conference... dangerous if the meeting goes on... need to intervene... do anything...." His middle finger wiggled dangerously-- it was tough for him to spill these beans.
Val had him clear his mind, and close his eyes. She reached over to him, letting her breast graze across his arm, squeezed his wrist, and said "good." He went right back into the erotic state he was in before, but more relaxed. Now it was time for the most critical questions.
"Did Bernard ask you to help?"
"Yes."
"Did he ask you to come here?"
