This is the fifth and final story in a series of tales about a group of 50 something workers.
Chapter 1
You read stories about people having 'special gifts'. They're pure fiction of course, telepathy, precognition, that sort of thing. At least that's what I'd always figured. Many of these tales begin with the 'hero' finding that they have certain abilities during their early teens. Or more precisely during puberty.
What happened to me was a lot later in life. I reached the menopause early (I was 46), but I was fortunate not to suffer too badly. Sure, I got the odd 'hot flush', but that was all. In a way, I felt almost liberated. I wasn't married anymore and my kids had left home, so there was nothing to stop me doing whatever I wanted. I suppose I went a bit wild for a while.
It surprised me how many men were interested in a woman of my age (sexually). But I became determined to make the most of it.
The other little 'advantage', wasn't really apparent at the time. Indeed, I ignored the evidence and assumed it was mere coincidence. In hindsight I can look back and see that everything was just pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, spread over a number of years.
So, how did it all start? Well, on the Underground, actually. I was coming up an escalator and had joined it a couple of steps behind a tall, dark, attractive young man who had the most gorgeous backside. As we moved upwards I found I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I recall thinking, 'I wish I could caress that lovely bum in front of me.'
No sooner had I thought this, than this hunk put his left hand on his bum cheek and stroked it. I felt my knees go weak and wondered silently - no pleaded with him – to stroke the other cheek. He did!
As I said earlier, I really didn't think much about what had happened (other than when I was alone and for entirely gratuitous purposes). It was just a coincidence, wasn't it?
Little things like this started to happen more regularly. I took a pair of shoes back to a shop, expecting the usual arguments. But when I got there and showed the assistant the broken heel, I thought to myself, 'Please, please don't make me have to argue with you.'
To my delight, the assistant looked at the shoe, went to speak and then paused before saying, "Well it looks like shoddy workmanship to me. I guess that you won't be interested in a replacement pair of these. Are there any other shoes that you're interested in? Or would you prefer your money back?"
I'd never had a refund with so little argument. I walked down the street with a smile on my face – and everybody else that I saw seemed to be cheerful too.
At this stage, I still hadn't really understood the scope of my abilities, but I began to experiment. I found it amazingly easy to bring people round to my way of thinking. Arguments were a thing of the past. I even managed to get a decent raise at work – not just for me but the girls I work with as well.
I suppose it was only a matter of time before I considered using my powers for sexual purposes. Once I had decided to do so, it took a couple of weeks to find a target and pluck up the courage. I'm ashamed to say (no I'm not) that I picked on my neighbour's son Dominic. He is a shy, but good looking 17 year old. I hadn't even thought about him in that way before, but when I saw him working in my garden with his shirt off (he was earning a bit of pocket money while at college), I was smitten.
Dominic's parents were due to go away for the next weekend and they had asked me to make sure that he didn't have a wild party while they were gone. To be honest, I don't think that it was the kind of thing that he would do, but I promised I would 'look after him' while they were away.
Having never actually seduced anybody before, I wasn't entirely sure how to go about it. After all he was a strong, handsome 17-year-old. How was he going to be attracted by a middle-aged woman old enough to be his mother?
I've always said that men carry their brains in their pants and Dominic was no different in that respect. It was a warm, sunny day and I waited for him to make his way into the back garden via the side entrance.
I'd put on a lightweight summer dress, which came down to about mid thigh. The neckline plunged daringly low (not something I would wear outside of my home), but was even more revealing if I bent forwards. For underwear, I'd decided to go with a matching lace bra and pants. The material was fine enough not to leave anything to the imagination.
Dominic had just finished mowing the lawn when I called out and asked him if he would like a cool drink. He said that he would, so I told him to have a rest and take a seat in one of the sun loungers. I went back inside and took the caps off of a couple of bottles of strong lager. When I got back outside, I deliberately leaned across him to put his bottle down on the table next to the chair. I knew that he would be able to see right down the front of my dress and I hoped that he would get a good view of my breasts.
I sat down in the other chair and crossed my legs. The chair itself was angled straight towards Dominic and I had to stop myself from smiling as I noticed his gaze shift momentarily to my legs as I moved them. I don't know if he could see anything, but I was pretty determined that he was going to. I concentrated on thinking that I would like him to watch my legs. That he would be hoping that I would uncross and cross my legs again – more slowly.
I had these thoughts in between our casual conversation and swigs of beer. Dominic seemed to be getting a little uncomfortable and I decided the time was right. I uncrossed my legs and left them slightly parted. If I'd had any doubts as to what he had seen earlier, this time I had none. He couldn't stop himself from staring. No more than he could stop himself from becoming erect!
"Do you like what you can see?" I asked him.
"Um, what? Sorry. What did you say?" He looked back at my face.
"I got the impression that you were looking up my skirt. Were you? Did you enjoy it?"
"No! I mean yes. No, what I mean is... I'm..." He reddened.
"Confused?" I finished his sentence for him. "Well, if talking is so difficult for you at the moment, perhaps you should just nod your head. That is, if you would like to see more?"
He just stared at me with his mouth open. "Well, I didn't see you nod, but you didn't shake your head either. Maybe I should just guess your answer?"
I opened my legs wider. Looking down, even I could glimpse my panties. Dominic's view was unhindered and he must have been able to see my dark pussy hair through the fine lace material.
His arm had involuntarily moved across his lap (a teenager's way of trying to hide an embarrassing erection I remember). He seemed to be pushing down in an attempt to suppress it. I said, "You're going to do yourself an injury like that. Perhaps we had better go inside for a bit." I arched my eyebrow, but I don't think that he picked up on the double entendre.
I took Dominic's empty beer bottle from his hand and placed it back on the table, this time bending even lower and taking even longer. His eyes were fixed on my breasts. I gave him a mental nudge, suggesting that he put a hand down my dress and felt one of them. He licked his lips, looked at my face the looked back down my dress and slid his hand inside.
It was the hand that had been holding the beer bottle and his touch was cool on my skin. Dominic may have been in a highly aroused state, but I was now even higher. I had to force myself to stand up, stopping him from caressing me, when what I really wanted was to jump on him.
I took him by the hand and pulled him up out of the chair, leading him back inside the kitchen.