After using telepathy on Jean (Allen story. Ch 1.) I realized how powerful my ability was. I resisted applying it again for two years. During that time, I had a girlfriend I liked a lot. We went to see movies together and spent certain evenings in bars. She looked nice. She wasn't pretty or had a playboy body, but her appearance was reasonable... Who was I to complain - I looked as plain and unimpressive as any other guy...
We had sex mostly on weekends. It was OK but not exceptionally exciting. Usually, I came within ten minutes of starting our foreplay. She needed more time, and often, I tried to satisfy her orally after my climax. She never complained to me about our sex, but in retrospect, I found out she was often frustrated with my prowess.
For her 20th birthday, I bought two nonrefundable tickets to Hawaii's Big Island and planned to enjoy together on the pretty beaches. However, two days before our flight, she told me she wanted to terminate our relationship. I was devastated and tried my hardest to change her mind but to no avail.
I decided to fly alone and do my best to have a good time without her. On my second day on Hapuna Beach, I met a beautiful girl, and we started chatting. We were totally in sync about our political opinions, ideas about global warming, and college studies. She refused all my attempts to suggest sex because she liked me as a friend and was not attracted to me. The night before leaving the island, we went to a bar and drank too much. We went to my room, and I thought it was an excellent opportunity to have sex with her. She seemed to be in the mood. I went to the bathroom to pee and clean myself, and when I exited, I found her sleeping soundly on the sofa. I was highly disappointed and went to sleep, too. The following day, the magic was gone. She kissed my cheek, said goodbye, and left.
I sat on the beach one last time, packed my stuff, and went to the airport. My bad luck continued - My initial flight was canceled, and I was put on a later, longer route to the East Coast.
When I was ready to board the plane, my frustration peaked. No girlfriend, no sex in Hawaii - I was horny, facing long, boring flights.
From the field stewardess, I learned my original flight got canceled because of a computer glitch, and the problem was not fixed yet. The good news was that the current flight was half empty! I was the only passenger in my row, and there was a single older woman sitting within five seats from me.
The food and drink arrived less than an hour after the plane took off. The stewardess looked very cute. She was smiley and chatty, probably due to the fact she didn't need to serve a large number of passengers. I watched her walking by. Her perfect body glided between the mostly empty rows.
After eating my dinner, I went to the bathroom. The door was locked, and there was no line outside. I waited patiently for my turn. Suddenly, I heard a knocking or falling noise from inside, a laugh, and somebody whispering. Moments later, a girl with her dress wrinkled came out smiling, followed by a big, hairy guy. They saw me and passed by me, chuckling.
After doing my thing, I returned to my seat and started thinking. The couple I just saw made it to The Mile High Club while I went through a significant sexual drought and was horny like hell! It was time to use my power again...
I pushed the flight attendant's button. She smiled, "Can I offer you something, sir?"
"Yes. I'd like a glass of water." I stared at her and repeated three times in my mind, 'After you bring me the water, sit by me!'
Two minutes later, she brought a bottle of water, "Sir, there is an empty chair near you. Do you mind if I rest on it for a while?"
"Be my guest. I heard that stewardesses are encouraged to take breaks on long flights and even sleep for several hours."
"You are right. Every 14 hours of flights, we get a few hours of rest. This flight is shorter, but we don't have many passengers, so I can rest if nobody calls me. Now, my friend covers for me. Later, I'll take calls, and she'll have a break."
"That's nice."
I glanced at her, 'Lady, you are very pretty. When you look at me, you'll see me as a stud! As a highly desirable guy. Your eyes will ogle me, and your brain will think of ways to have sex with me!'
I drank the water, noticing her stare from the corner of my eye.
I gazed at her, "You are very pretty. What is your name?"
She blushed, "Samantha..."
I smiled, "It's a beautiful name. Can I call you Sam?" I followed, 'I'll go to the nearest bathroom. You go to the same one two minutes later, open the door, and join me!"
Samantha hesitated, "Yes, you can call me Sam."
"You are a nice young lady." I glanced at her eyes, 'You cannot resist me... your wish to have sex with me is too strong!'