Duncan's gift
Mind control, M/F
My name is Duncan, I am 32 years old and single. Not because I'm not desirable, no, I could have tied the knot a few dozen times in the past.
I'm single by choice. I'm single because if I wanted I could bed your woman tonight. No, seriously, I have the innate ability to get women to do my bidding through subliminal suggestions.
It's somewhat similar to hypnotism except for no swinging watches and trances. I understand that many do not believe me in fact many have suggested that I stage the events. However, I do not.
Suffice to say, over the years I've had more ass than a public toilet seat. I've convinced women I have never met before to do everything from public nudity to gang bangs in a subway restroom.
I first realized I had this gift shortly after taking physiology courses in college. I was on the subway traveling to campus when I saw a pretty brunette in a mid-thigh skirt. I was thinking how nice it would be to actually be that woman and not have any panties to block the air from giving me some relief from the stifling heat.
I kept looking at her and she looked back, looked around the subway car, and reached up under her skirt and peeled her panties down her legs and over her flats. She bent over picking the little pink french cut bikini panties up in a ball. Just before putting them in her purse, I thought to myself, give them to me. She hesitated and tossed them across the subway car to land in my lap.
I looked at her and again thought thank you. She smiled. I then thought open your legs, spread them apart. She looked me in the eye and slowly spread her legs open exposing her dark patch of pubic hair. Again, I thought to myself hike up that skirt so I can clearly see your pussy.
To my delighted surprise, she hoisted her ass upward while pulling the skirt out from under her ass then sat back down pulling the skirt up to her waist and spreading her legs even further to totally expose her pussy to me.
Just then, an older woman walked by, saw the brunette's pussy clearly displayed, and said "you shameless hussy, your should be ashamed" The brunette blushed, grabbed the hem of her skirt as if to push it down and I thought no, don't, ignore that old lady. She let go of her skirt hem and just sat there giving me and the rest of the riders a peek show.
I've ridden this line many times and know the brunette gets off at the upcoming stop so I stopped looking at her and got up walking away. I looked back and saw her pull her skirt down, obviously embarrassed and confused.