Sensual Powers Discovered

I read DreadPirateWestley's story from 2014 and got this idea. I am not extending his story, but borrowing the concept. I wrote this quickly and posted it. I would love feedback!

This story exists where everyone is 18+, STDs dont exist, and pregnancy only happens when and if both partners want it to.

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"Ill have what she's having!" - When Harry Met Sally

I ran to the shopping center to grab some clothes for a bachelor party, as I dont usually have need for nicer clothes than my day-to-day. I figured I should get something new, because who knows what could happen at Josh's bachelor party. He is more outgoing, a ladies man, and always seems to find ways to push everyone's boundaries.

I walked around the department store, not finding anything I liked, while simultaneously thinking about all of the changing room stories and videos I have watched. Just in case, I pretended to be lost and walked past the lingerie section, then called out to "my girlfriend who was in the changing room" hoping that I might catch a glimpse or someone who poke their head out. To my horny little mind's dismay, there wasnt anyone in there - I guess department stores really are dying, this place was empty. It would be perfect for one of my favorite stories.

I left the department store and decided to grab some food in the food court. As I got the orange and bourbon chicken on rice being served under the cajun restaurant sign and sat down, I let my eyes wander. The adrenaline still lingering inside of me, from walking through the lingerie section and calling out for someone who didnt exist.

Being that it was summertime, college was out for the summer and coeds were everywhere. I also noticed quite a few older women who were either with their lithe college aged daughters or with friends. I took a bite, aware of the slight erection I have looking at air conditioning induced hard nipples, butt cheeks peeking out under short shorts, and camel toes clearly visible through yoga shorts. This food court was full of wondrous sights. God I was horny. I didnt realize how horny before I left.

As I ate and glanced around, I noticed a woman in a skin tight spaghetti strap tank top and a tennis skirt reading a book and taking sips of coffee in between turning pages. She had her legs crossed, showing off a well toned thigh that led down to no-show socks in her tennis shoe that was slightly bouncing. I let my eyes wander away and kept coming back to check her out. Her curly brown hair sat on her shoulders, her eyes focused on her book so that I couldn't see what color they were.

I began to day dream about what she was reading and why she was so engrossed. I imagined it was a romance novel, that her heart started to race at a particularly steamy part of the story. I noticed her foot stopped bouncing. Did her thigh just tighten a little? I took a bite of my food, it tasted so much more intensely than it had 5 minutes prior. I felt like I could smell her coffee, like I could feel the warmth of her breath against the book's pages as she devoured the story.

My perverted mind began to think about how wet she was, reading this sexy story in a public place, wearing this sexy outfit. I ran my eyes slowly over her chest, trying desperately to stare and not stare at the same time. I thought about how her breasts would feel in my hands, firm in her tank top with it's built in elastic band and extra layer barely holding her breasts and creating her cleavage. As I sat their imagining kissing her cleavage, tasting her skin, and massaging her breasts I saw her uncross her legs and put her thighs together. At the same time, her nipples became clear to me, fighting the tight tank top fabric, making themselves known to anyone who happened to look.

My heart was racing. The erection in my pants becoming more obvious under the table. There's no way I caused this, right? My brain and the meaty stuff between my ears refused to believe anything differently, so the story played our further in my mind. I began to imagine about what might be under her skirt. I went through many options in my head, regular panties, a thong, victoria secret tangas, lacy boyshorts, but nothing felt right. I temporarily gave up on what underwear she might have on, thinking instead about what I might feel with my mouth if I was going down on her. Does she have a full bush? No, thats not right. Shaved labia? yeah, that felt better but not quite correct. Completely smooth? A warm wave rushed over me, like I just won a prize, as I thought about my lips on her bare pubic mound.

My senses were so intense now. It was like I could hear her heart rate. I could smell her perfume, her shampoo, and some thing else. I somehow knew that she was soaking wet. I somehow knew how she smelled. God I wanted to taste her and I imagined breathing out on her pussy lips, then taking a deep breath, smelling the wetness that was dripping out of her. She shifted again, her eyes closing, and her head leaning back ever so slightly.

My fantasy continued, in my mind I walked over to her table, dropped to mt knees, pushed her legs apart, and buried my head under ger skirt. As my story progressed, I saw her legs part. Her chest was heaving, like she was out of breath. Her nipples at attention, much more obvious than before. She realized that her nipples were obvious and she brought her book to her chest to try to hide them, taking a second to look around and make sure no one could see she was in a very public state of ecstasy.

Her eyes locked on mine. Oh shit, I'm caught.

I tried to look away, but I couldn't. Her blue eyes locked onto mine and I wasnt able to look away. Her face flushed as she momentarily glanced under my table where my erection was pressed against the underside through my shorts, as if she knew it was me doing this to her. Her eyes locked on mine again, her legs parted a little more. She licked her lips and mouthed the word "finish" to me.

My imaginary face buried itself in her legs. I brought my tongue to her leaking wetness, no readily accessible to me. I slowly cleaned her up, licking long runs outside of her labia, then inside her labia up to her clitoris. My lips wrapped around her now hard clitoris, her legs clamped around my ears. I couldn't hear anything but the rush of the blood in her legs.

My eyes quickly checked her skirt under her table, it looked like she was squeezing something between them. like my head was really there. Her ankles crossed as if her legs were around my neck. Her hands were gripping the edge of her table, the book laying down, having fallen from against her breasts. Her eyes were boring holes in me, the edge of her mouth turning up in a devious smile, a light sheen of sweat on her forehead and chest.

An older woman walked in between our stares, breaking the connection between us. Reality rushed in. No way that was real. it could not have been real. I started to get anxious about what was happening, so I stood up, despite my erection, grabbed my tray, and walked out of the food court. It looked like the older woman was concerned for the woman at the table and had stopped to check on her. The woman was flush, cheeks red, chest red, her legs had crossed again but her nipples had not hidden themselves. She was ignoring the woman, trying to say she was fine while searching the food court. I was out of her line of sight and moving quickly.

That was fucking incredible. I nearly came in my shorts. The skin of my penis felt stretched from the erection I had from watching her. I dove into the nearest store with men's clothes, went to the back, and started looking for a shirt to buy. My heart rate slowed, my erection went soft. I grabbed a shirt and went to the changing room, tried it on, didnt love how it looked and decided to try to find something else in another store.

The next two stores were a bust, but I saw something through a window so I went in. "Oh shit" I said under my breath as I saw the woman, quickly walking through the men's section, looking around, finally approaching the changing room. She glanced under each one, looking at shoes.

She didnt see me yet, so I decided to see if what happened earlier was real. I focused on her ass as she bent over, hoping her skirt would lift up and give me a glance of her ass. I saw the edge of her ass cheeks and imagined pressing my fingers in the crease between her ass cheek and her thigh, then squeezing. She stood boot upright and yelped, then started looking around. I ducked, hoping she didnt see me.

The woman started walking around the store again, frantically looking in between clothes racks. I crouch walked towards the changing rooms with the shirt I saw from the window. I managed to slip into one of the changing rooms without being seen and locked the door behind me. I could smell her, the same wonderful smell of her I picked up when my senses where so heightened in the food court. My brain latched onto her smell, I could see her in my mind, edging closer to orgasmic bliss at the table. I followed her scent with my mind, through the store, looking for her. I imagined her at the changing room entrance and it was like I could instantly feel her whole body pressed against me, just by visualizing exactly where she was.

My hard on was aching to be touched and I had no self control any longer. I unzipped my pants, dropped them with my boxers to the floor, my left hand flew to my cock and began stroking. I heard footsteps moving closer to my changing room as I imagined pressing ger body against the wall and sliding into her from behind as she whispered "take me" in my imaginary ear.

The door of my room settled against the lock, like someone was leaving against it. As I sat down on the bench, stroking madly, I saw the no show socks and tennis shoes under the door. The target of my imagination was right there, leaning on my door. My heart was racing. What do I do? I have to finish, Im so fucking close.

I hear "Are you finished yet? I'd like to finish... shopping... too." from the other side of the door, in a half whisper.

My mind wandered, whether by lust or sheer panic Ill never know, and I remembered reading a story about a man with two penises who could enter a woman in both of her holes. As I pictured this, I heard the door creak, straining against her pressure on the locking mechanism. A low "mmmm" emanating from her throat. My imagination was in full effect, I thought about my penis vibrating and growing as it thrust inside of her. She dropped to her knees, her hands on the floor, a stifled "holy fuck" was loudly whispered. This pushed me well over the edge and I shot cum all over the wall and door of the changing room. I looked under the door and could see the inside of one of her legs was soaking wet. I could hear her breathing heavily.

She gruffly whispered, "John, let me in there, before someone sees me melted on the floor."

I stood up, erection standing straight out. I opened the door and lifted Isabella up to her feet, her weight against me, and backed into the changing room.

Isabella sat down on the bench, legs spread wide, a huge smile on her face. Her chest heaving. She looked around, getting her bearings, and saw the mess I made on the wall.

"That old lady thought I was having heat stroke. she insisted on giving me ice water. After, I couldn't find you but somehow I knew I would find you hiding in here. When I didnt see you at first, I was worried and then I felt something grab my ass. Where were you?"

"I followed you in, I was hiding behind a clothes rack. I had hoped that I could get you without you finding me, then you stopped in front of my door here."

"I couldn't take it, it felt like you were fucking me against the wall. I was so full. I was out in the open and afraid the attendant would know what was up."

"how could they know? do you know a lot of guys who can do what I can do?"

"I didnt want them thinking I was filing a porn or wearing a remote vibe or something."

I laughed, my erection bouncing in front of Isabella. She leaned forward and wrapped her mouth around me, cleaning off the residual come that was leaking out. As she sat back, she laughed and said "better clean up your mess. Then, I want you to meet me at our favorite table in the restaurant. I have a challenge for you." She stood up, ran her hands over her skirt, twirled, and walked out leaving the door open behind her.