I took a nap, sorely needed, and had a nice dinner of delicious, not, hospital food before my kids showed up. I still didn't understand what was going on with me, or how I managed to see these sex scenes in my head. I didn't understand if they were memories, fantasies, desires, what they were. It appeared, at least on the surface, that skin to skin contact seemed to initiate it, although that wasn't completely accurate, since I saw Doctor Shakari's desire to fuck that young man, even though she had latex gloves on. She was holding my cock though. But the first time, yeah that was bare skin. So maybe it was bare skin for the most part. The whole thing was quite perplexing, and I was beginning to have serious worries that maybe I was going crazy, or that maybe I really was still in a coma and this was some kind of weird kinky dream.
Either way, the thought that a hug from my kids might cause these images and emotions within me had me worried. I wondered if I would see the same thing from guys? That could be scary, or maybe even revolting.
Did I have any control on this? Could I influence the desires of these women, or was I limited to viewing? Could they be blocked out some way? No, there seemed to be some influence I was exerting on them. Clearly the last images I felt from Tina were of her fucking me. Did she want me? Was I a fantasy? Had her fantasy changed? Maybe it was really a desire and her mind was expressing a desire for me? It clearly wasn't a memory since we hadn't fucked before. I suppose it could be a desire. Maybe that was really it. Somehow I was sensing their desires, some very deep, some closer to the surface because of, what? Closeness? I'd intentionally touched Tina to see if I got the same image, and I hadn't. I got one that was based on her current place, where she was.
Much of her fantasy, if we call it that, was based around this John character. I wondered if he was real, or a made up character. Obviously Amy had a desire to have a sexual encounter with Tina. I couldn't really tell if there was a return attraction or not. John dominated her thoughts, at least until we got to my room. Maybe by her being turned on because of all the sexy thoughts she was drawn to me momentarily? Might be interesting to try and work that out a bit more. I wondered what Amy would be thinking when I did therapy tomorrow?
"Hey DAD!" My daughter called from the door, stretching her arms out toward me for a hug as she walked in. "God we're so glad you're alright! When the hospital called and said...."
She walked down the aisle between the shelves of food stuffs, past the empty checkout lanes to the front doors. Inserting a key and twisting she locked the door. She turned and walked back down the aisles, headed toward the back of the convenience store. She pushed through the swinging door marked "employees only" and headed to a breaker panel, quickly flipping off the switches one at a time until most of the store was dark. With a grin to herself she walked back out into the store, the only lights being those from the security lights near the front of the store and the lights from the line of floor to ceiling coolers keeping the soda, milk and other dairy products cold. She walked expectantly, looking down one aisle after another, looking for someone before she heard him behind her.
"Here I am."
She turned to see him. Tall, at least six foot, rugged looking, hard sculpted features, an unruly mop of almost black hair. He reached out to her, but instead of allowing her into his arms, he clasped her hands in his and drew her backward, past a number of aisles until they were invisible from the front of the store. With a grin he stepped up to her, reaching for the t-shirt she wore with the store's name emblazoned over her left breast. His hands tugged the shirt from her black slacks and pulled it up, tossing it over his shoulder. Still grinning he reached around her back, unclipping the bra and drawing it off her arms, exposing her C cup breasts, her hard nipples and her puckered pink areola. He knelt in front of her and unsnapped her pants, pulling them down over her ass and down her legs. He tugged her slip on black shoes off her feet and the pants as well, leaving her in nothing but a tiny purple thong.
"Oh yes." She moaned softly as his face moved toward her chest, his lips closing around her left nipple and sucking it deeply into his mouth. His hands found the string of the thong and worked it over her hips, pulling the material down her body until she could step out of it, leaving her completely naked, standing in the store aisle.
His hand only took moments to find her pussy, his fingers finding her wet lips between behind the dark curls of her pubic hair. He stroked between them over and over again as he kissed and sucked her nipples. He broke his embrace of her body suddenly, standing up and quickly moving to take his own clothes off. Her hands helped, their efforts to undress him urgent to them both. His clothes went flying every direction until he was as naked as she, his hard cock jutting out toward her. He stepped toward her, grabbing her under the ass and lifting her, her legs wrapping around his waist as he lifted her higher, his cock temporarily trapped between them. He lifted her higherstill, his cock finally freeing from its temporary imprisonment. She could feel his hard helmet press against her lips as he eased her downward, his fat head splitting her wet lips and pushing into her.
"Ohhh god yes. So fucking good." He groaned as he began to gently bounce her up and down in his arms, her tits bouncing in front of his face as he worked her farther and farther down his shaft.
"Oh fuck me. God yes fuck me." she moaned.
"I know just the place." He said, carrying her down the store aisle.
"Where are we going?" She squealed playfully.
"Where else?" He asked with a devilish grin.
"You wouldn't. Not there!" She squealed in protest, but made no effort to stop him.
"Damn straight. What would your husband say if he saw us fucking?" He said as he carried her to the front of the store. He set her on the black rolling belt of one of the checkouts, the two of them completely visible to anyone who might happen to drive by, the security lights illuminating them in front of the floor to ceiling windows.
"He'd fucking kill us both!" She laughed as she leaned back from him, using one hand around his neck and the other behind her to support herself as he started driving his cock in and out of her pussy. "Ohhhhh fuck yes!" she cried loudly as he stroked deep into her.
Oh shit, I muttered to myself, shaking my head and intentionally thinking of fishing, water, the lake, my boat...anything to block the images that were suddenly flooding into my mind. It seemed to work, the image of her fucking on the conveyor at the store pushed aside for the moment.
"... you were in a coma. We were all so worried about you." She finished, giving her head a subtle shake to clear the images in her mind that the hug had obviously and untimely brought to the surface.
"Hey, sweetie. You okay?"
"Yeah, fine! It's you we've been worried about. They told us in the ER what happened, and that you were in a coma. They didn't know how long you would be in one, or if you would ever come out, so we just waited. We came to visit, but we don't think you knew."
"If I did, I don't remember." I said as her husband stepped around my daughter to shake my hand.
She stood in front of him in her wedding dress, the full flouncy skirt arrayed around her, her veil pulled back over her head. Her long blond hair was tied back and braided with small blue flowers.
