She probably never fully comprehended what happened. She made a choice to come into this particular coffee shop, I made all the rest of the choices that day for her. This particular coffee shop is the one I love, near the college campus, where I find some of my favorite young conquests.
Her name was Lena and I saw her right away from my strategic chair that was stationed perfectly to see anyone coming in either door before they saw me. I saw right away she was chesty and slim, wearing tight jeans that highlighted her curves and black heels. Even though she was wearing sunglasses, I could tell she was beautiful, with full lips, perfect teeth and dark olive skin.
I made sure she noticed me the second she walked in and I made sure no one else noticed her enter or walk to my table. I have that ability, I have forever, I assume, but when I was six I realized this mental power I had over people. My dad went to spank me that night but I could sense that he really didn't want to. I mentally reached into his head and attached his emotional desire to not spank me to his cognitive understanding that he needed to and was able to change his mind.
I wasn't really sure what had happened but the next day I was able to "reach into" my mom's brain and convince her to buy me the expensive baseball glove I wanted and I knew I had discovered. Soon I had my big sis opening her blouse to show me her hidden treasure inside and my mean big brother peeing his pants and I knew what I had was "a gift" however it came to me.
The amazing thing was that I was able to make people very happy to please me and even though they seemed to know I was manipulating their minds, it made them so happy they never protested or got angry later. The secret was tying my desires into something they emotionally wanted to do, then connect it to their intellect, which would control their actions and wrap some bit of happiness and pleasure around it. Now at the age of 32 I had absolutely perfected "The Gift". I was independently wealthy, married to an amazing woman, friends to every celebrity and mover and shaker I could imagine and still chasing college girls after all these years - of course, my wife was all too happy to let me have the "fun" my gift provided.
So, there was Lena, already feeling my mind enhancements before she entered the door. She was breathtakingly beautiful. I had hit the jackpot. I quickly found out she was 20 years old, pure hearted and in love with the young man sitting to my left. He never noticed her entering and she never knew he was there. Her eyes were only for me.
Now I am not an evil man, I didn't turn her young man homosexual and make her hate his guts (although as I scanned his mind I know that there were things I could have used to make that happen). In fact, I made him committed to being the guy she wanted him to be with a pure love for her that would last as long as she wanted. I also added that he would understand that she occasionally needed to please an older man.
Lena was heading to sit down but I pushed into her brain the idea of buying a drink for herself and a specialty drink for me, as well. This gave me a chance to watch her walk by and get a look at that amazing view from behind. Yes, it was official, Lena was quite possibly the most attractive woman I would mind manipulate to date.
I saw she was a volleyball player in high school but now just liked to work out in the local health club. This gave me a great mental picture of her in a tight jog bra and yoga pants. She was also a daddy's girl which is always a useful tool for someone gifted like me. Finally i ascertained that there had been two sexual trysts with boys in high school and two in college, including Frat boy here in the coffee shop.
She carried over the drinks and sat at my table, staring with a smile and a deep look of interest in her eyes - eyes I was finally able to see with the removal of her sunglasses. Although of some hispanic heritage, she had beautiful emerald eyes and the bit of Latina in her gave her a skin tone that didn't require much makeup, just the hint of green eye shadow she wore.
"So, why did I sit down?" she asked as matter-of-factly as if making a comment about the weather.
"You know why," I responded calmly, although my heart was beating inside with excitement for what was to come with this damsel.
"You wanted me to?" she responded inquisitively.
"And because I wanted to, you wanted to," I completed the thought.
"Oh," her eyebrows crinkled in thought for a moment as she reasoned this through, "Ok." She took a drink on the straw in her tea as the thought was fully implemented inside of her. Lena now knew I wanted her and because of that, she wanted me to have her.
With that in the bag, I began to work on her desires, probing her mind for the things that excited her. She loved dark-eyed, dark haired guys with taught bodies. Now, I wasn't exactly Homer Simpson, but the life of luxury I led did tend to cause me to have some bit of a gut. So I could use to lose a few pounds. But I found that Lena had very fond memories of a dad with similar weight issues so I tied her visual desires in a male to her memories of her dad. As i did this I saw her eyes roam over me.
I also found some surprising sexual desires in her - being a "good girl" most of her life, the freedom in college had led to some sexual exploration and experimenting. I heightened those ideas with my ideas of how liberal we could be together and I began to see the nipples give slight indentations into her tight tank top, which was barely hidden by the unbuttoned blouse of it. Sensing that excitement I gave a little nudge to the pleasure forming between her legs and watched in sheer delight as her legs crunched tightly together and her eyes closes in pleasure.
"Wow," she said, "this is what you do, huh?"
"Yeah, it's my thing," I said jokingly. I was completely able to mute any fears she would be feeling of being overtaken by a complete stranger, while enhancing her loving personality. She was also smart and well-aware of what was happening and the inevitable conclusion.
She reached and braushed my hand that was on the table with her long, manicured finger nail and fixed her gaze on me in a serious manner.
"So, what do we do now?" she asked.
"You live near here and I would like for you to drive me to your apartment," I said and she immediately reached for her keys in her purse. Not a single person in the restaurant noticed up getting up to leave and none thought anything about the two drinks left on the table after we were gone.
Lena slid her hand into mine and held it like a high school teenager and, though I was a veteran of many of these encounters, my heart fluttered just a bit at her touch and the scent of her perfume as she pressed close against me.
As we approached the car she handed me her keys, "you drive" she said, showing a bit of her old-fashioned side, which I loved. In the car, she slid to sit next to me in the seat and put her hand on my thigh as I drove the seven minute drive to her place.
"I have roommates," she stated.
"I know," was my reply and she walked up her steps with assurance that I would know what to do. I decided to put out a vibe for the roommates to not see us at all coming in, but have a "knowing" that Lena was in her room, which was good, and to not disturb her and disregard any noises coming from the room.
I also enhanced Lena's libido as she opened the front door. Without speaking a word to her roommates she nearly dragged me into her bedroom. It was a typical college room, with posters on the wall and pants, books open on the desk and skirts and underwear strewn on the floor. But her pink comforter was pulled nicely into place where she had made her bed in the morning and looked up to the task of taking the two of us on.
I could have taken us to the best hotel in town and had them bring up their finest champagne, but there was honestly something about taking a young college girl in her bedroom that just kept me young.
"I'm very glad you wanted me to bring you here," she said softly and a bit demurely as she turned herself to stand directly in front of me. I gave her a mental push and she leaned in, pressing her lips to mine and slipping her tongue into my mouth as one hand curled into the hair on the back of my head pulling my face to hers and the other hand slid down the front of me, making a full palm inspection of my hardening cock through my pants.
"Oh my you are huge," she said. I was of nice size, but enticing that thought from a girl always made me fell more confident and more powerful.
Lena stepped back from me and I pressed in her mind that she wanted to get naked in front of me. Here I ran into a wall, as for the first time I realized she, like almost all other girls I know, had a body image problem. This amazingly sexy, perfect girl, thought she was too fat. It truly made me sad that these magazines kept beautiful women in this bondage.
I searched her memory and found a magazine cover with Carrie Underwood on it and massaged Lena's belief that she was as sexy as Carrie. A few more magazines of superimposing Lena's face on mag covers with Maria Menousos (whom Lena actually did resemble) and some disney channel girl she admired and soon I had Lena feeling very good about her body. I decided to make permanent changes to her self-image so that never again would Lena fight that battle. Hey, I wanted her to get good things out of our adventure today.
With that accomplished I watched as this twenty year old removed her blouse and tank top. She blushed as she reached back for her latch on her bra - but that blush was not from any fear of not being beautiful enough, but rather that "good girl" in her that made her all the move sexy. It caused her to slowly lower the bra and reveal two luscious breasts that were beyond anything I had ever seen. Perfect, round and firm, with a slightly lighter tint where her bikini hid them from the sunshine, her breasts made my mouth water. With dark small circles around the slightly fat nipples that were now completely engaged. I couldn't take my eyes off of them and watched as they dipped down with the reaching for Lena's waistband to lower her pants.
Down everything went; Lena kicked off her heels and let her pants slide to floor. Lena and her two amazing breasts stood up before me in nothing but a white thong panty. She was a vision - my mouth, which was watering before, was now dry at the sight of her.
My fantasy was now playing in my mind, pushing the images into hers and she played along like I was writing a script and she was playing her part. She sat back onto the bed and pulled me to her by my belt buckle.
She unbuckled my belt and undid my pants as I stood before her. I quicklyI sensed an aversion to giving a good blowjob. I found some other sexual acts that Lena did find exciting; she once had sex in a car and found it very naughty and arousing. I tied that feeling to blowjobs in her mind and soon Lena was reaching for my cock to fish it out of my boxer briefs.
"What do you want to do?" I asked. Her forehead crinkled again in that cute way as she processed the information forced into her brain tissue folds and then she realized how much she loved to talk dirty to turn me on (at my mental suggestion, of course).
