When I wake up in the morning, I go pee, and then come back and check my phone. I look at the picture Lydia sent last night and instantly get wet. I rub my pussy a little but then I decide not to cum. I want to make love with Lydia for real and wait to cum with her.
I check the weather forecast, and I see that it's going to be very hot today. I select shorts and a tight tank top to wear, with no bra, of course. I know I'm going to get very wet today, so I choose regular undies.
I have my shower and then get dressed. Looking at myself, I decide that I don't look too bad. I want Lydia to see me and become excited just by looking.
I go to the kitchen and make some toast and coffee. From Mum's room I hear, "Damn you, Cheryl, make me cum!" I hear Mum chuckle. I guess Mum is playing tease-and-deny with Tara.
Tara moans for several minutes until she screams, "Oh, fuck, yes! Ahhhhh." I play with my nipples a bit through my top to keep myself on the edge for Lydia.
I rinse my plate and then go to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Back in my bedroom, I put some sandals on, toss my phone in my handbag and walk out to the bus stop.
I catch my bus to the mall, wondering if I'll see my bus girl again, but no. I notice the same driver, though, who eyes me up and down. I give her a quick read, and sense that she's hot for me.
I smile at her and give her a quick projection onto her clit. She gasps and closes her eyes. I walk to the middle of the bus, sitting just behind the middle exit door. I know that she has a good view of me in her mirror.
As we go down the street, I pull out my phone and look at Lydia's lovely face and boobs. My nipples get hard, and I rub them gently (for real, not with my mind). After the bus stops at a traffic light, I keep my head down but I furtively peek up at the driver, who is looking at me in the mirror. I keep looking down to let her keep perving while believing that I don't notice.
I think about projecting again, but I don't want her to crash the bus! When we get to the mall, I go to the front door, face her, smile and thank her for being such a smooth driver.
She gazes at my face, glances down at my hard nipples, then blushes and looks up again. "I'm glad to be of service, uh, sorry, I don't know your name."
"I'm Mary."
"Thank you for allowing me to serve you, Miss Mary. It's my pleasure. Any time you need more service, please let me know."
Oh, I think she's one of those submissives. I've heard of them on chat sites, using "Miss" as a title of obedience. I've never really considered that sort of thing, but I'm a bit intrigued. She seems nice enough.
Glancing down at her name tag for her name, and checking out her boobs while looking down there, I say, "I may just do that, Veronica."
I look around and see that there is only one other person on the bus, way at the back. I stand facing her and shoot a quick pulse to her nipples, which hardens mine too. "Oh, Miss Mary," she gasps. I put up my block to avoid a serious scene.
She puts the bus in park and sets the handbrake. She reaches into her handbag and hands me a sheet of paper. "It's my schedule for next week. I do hope I'll see you again, maybe at the end of a shift," she says with a wink.
I smile and say, "Maybe you will," and step off the bus.
She drives on, and I wait at the bus stop for the 107. I'm stirred up by Veronica and of course the anticipation of seeing Lydia again. The 107 comes after a couple of minutes, and I pull up the map app on my phone so I know where to get off.
I close my eyes and daydream of Lydia. She's such a sweet, lovely, sexy young woman. I wonder what she'll be wearing today. I get excited thinking about loving her today.
When I open my eyes, I notice that I'm almost at my stop. I hit the button in a panic, just in time. I get off through the middle door and follow the app to her house.
With my heart pounding, I knock on the door. I hear steps approaching. The door opens and I see a middle-aged man. He's reasonably attractive and has a great smile.
"Mary, I presume?" he says.
"Yes, that's me."
"I'm Gary, Lydia's dad."
"It's nice to meet you, Mr., uh."
"Please just call me Gary."
"Okay, Gary."
He's trying not to stare at me, but I see him keep glancing at my boobs. No harm in that, I guess, although I'm not into guys. A quick read reveals a growing erection. This feels a bit odd to me; since I don't have a penis, it manifests in me as a general flush in my pussy and clit.
I put up a block to avoid overexciting him. "Uh, well, do come in and make yourself comfortable. Lydia is in the shower. She should be out soon. Would you like a drink? I've just made a pitcher of iced tea."
"I'd love that, thanks," I reply.
I sit on the sofa. He brings a large tumbler of tea and I gratefully drink from it. He sits next to me but not too near. He seems a bit nervous at being turned on by me, so I keep my block up.
He says, "Mary, Lydia won't stop talking about you. She seems to be head over heels for you. I'm so glad she's met a good friend. She never had many friends growing up. I don't know why; she's very nice and considerate."
I suspect that the powers that she had never been aware of unconsciously made others feel uncomfortable around her, or even scared.
I think for a minute, then say, "I've only met Lydia recently, but I get the sense that she's unusual. Not in a bad way, but I sense a strong aura that many people can find offputting."
"Hmmm, I never quite thought of it that way, Mary, but I think you're onto something. My mum was, well, rather strange and wonderful. So I guess Lydia takes after her."
So Gary is the carrier of the powers from his mum, without having them himself. He probably knows a fair bit about them, but I won't bring up the discussion yet.
